Chapter 46: Not Again

Alone and at peace, Sara sat on the beach, her arms wrapped around her legs as she watched the waves roll into the shore and the people walk around her in their tight bikini’s or shorts. She sighed deeply, taking in the scent of the surf and wishing Danny was there to talk to her and tell her everything was going to be okay. Today’s fight had taught her much about Ian’s powers of deception, something she thought he was incapable of. It also taught her something about herself; she could really be a bitch when she wanted to, and if her anger remained unchecked, she could end up killing someone unintentionally. If she and Van ever had a fight this bad, she only prayed that he’d back away before something like this happened.

A tear rolled down Sara’s cheek and landed beside her in the sand. She could feel something changing within her. What, she wasn’t exactly sure. She just knew something was different and that she’d have to put it under the ever lengthening list of things she wanted to figure out in this lifetime. But she couldn’t get over that feeling of incredible guilt that nagged at her insides for what she had done today.

It was her fault that Ian acted out. She had been a total bitch to him ever since they first met. Maybe it was about time that he gave her one hell of a slap in the face, a wake up call actually. She was no longer the driving force in his life, and that made Sara realized all the more that she had taken him for granted before Billie came along. But that gave way to so many questions. If he was her protector, who would he choose when it came down to it, Sara or Billie? That was a question she hoped would never come to be answered.

Sara continued to gaze out into the open ocean aimlessly, her mind so far away that she didn’t know if she’d ever zone back in. She could feel someone familiar approach her, feeling the Witchblade warm on her wrist like it had about half an hour earlier, but that turned out to be a false alarm, which prompted Sara not to even bother looking up this time. She didn’t care who came to bother her as long as they would leave her alone until she was ready to talk.

“Hi,” came that soft, familiar voice from beside her. Sara glanced to her right to find Van sitting next her, his intense gaze locked on her form as she turned away from those soulful blue eyes before she gave away any of her pain and suffering. Instead, she sighed deeply and stared at the ocean once more.

“You don’t have to talk,” Van assured her. He wanted so badly to wrap his arm around her shoulders but feared she might do something, like pull her gun and shoot him. He could clearly feel her pain emanating from the Witchblade as it constantly swirled deep shades of red with the occasional purple or blue, something he had never seen.

“Are you okay?” he asked. Sara shook her head, letting it drop to her knees as she broke down and finally began to cry. Van reached over and took her into his arms, cradling her as she cried on his shoulder.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” she questioned, her voice coming out muffled against his shirt. “I mean, I get angry at Ian for telling me off when he had every right to. God, I’m such a bitch. Look at me, I’m actually jealous! Why the hell am I so jealous? I know I shouldn’t be, but I just am. Its like he’s been in love with me for the longest time, and now that he found someone else, I feel that I’ve lost a part of myself. But then I look around and here you are, my new knight in shining armor. And yet I’m still jealous. What’s wrong with me, Van? Have I gone crazy or something? Why can’t I just be happy for them? I mean, I was the one who hooked them up. I was the one that pushed them into this relationship. Did I think he’d come crawling back to me or something? Oh, God, if I did, someone should just kill me for being selfish and an even bigger bitch that I thought I was.”

Van gently stroked her back, placing a soft kiss on her forehead as he replied, “It’s alright to feel jealous. Everyone does during the course of their lives. Look at me, I’m jealous at all those people who got to grow up without having to lie, cheat, and steal for a living. As for the crazy thing… Don’t worry; you haven’t lost your mind. And I know deep down inside, you really are happy for Billie and Ian, it’ll just take a little time to get over the initial shock and realize that they’re good for each other, and that we’re good for each other, even though sometimes it seems otherwise.”

Sara looked up at him, her eyes deep red and still spilling tears, searching for truth in his words. She sniffled as he pushed a strand of her hair away from her face. “Are you angry about anything I just said?” she asked, sniffling again.

“No,” Van answered with a smile as he leaned down and kissed her. As their lips parted he added, “Let’s go. Everyone’s been worried about you.” He picked her up and carried her back towards the parking lot to his car. Setting her down, Van looked Sara up and down to make sure she was going to be okay, especially with what he was about to tell her next.

“What is it, Van?” she whispered. “What’s wrong?” Sara could tell by the look in his eyes that he was hiding something.

“I have to tell you something,” he said. Having her full and undivided attention, Van continued, “We had to tell Vicky about the Witchblade.” Sara sighed and looked away. “Please, don’t be pissed. She was getting really angry and would have killed one of us if we didn’t tell her.”

“I’m not mad,” Sara replied as her gaze fell upon him once more. “I’ve been meaning to tell Vicky and Danny for the longest time, but I haven’t been able to figure out how without making them think I was crazy. Well, I guess that’s one down and one to go.”

“So, you’re not pissed?” Van asked.

“No, a little relieved, actually,” she answered. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he said. They got into Van’s car and drove back to the Candy Store in silence, both lost in their own thoughts.

Sara knew she had to apologize to Ian even though it was against her nature to do so. Then again, she had apologized to Van the night before, so it had to be just as easy as it sounded. Only time would tell, and that was already running thin as Van pulled into the parking lot. They both walked into the warehouse, silent and lost in thought.

Hearing the door open, Billie quickly peered in its direction to find Van and Sara coming inside. She sucked in a nervous breath and looked beside her to meet Ian’s gaze. She nodded her head and stood up to go to her office, leaving him alone to face Sara. Billie only prayed that their exchange would be a civilized one that didn’t end in the activation of the Witchblade.

“Ian,” Sara said softly as she approached him. He looked up at her without saying a word. “I wanna say I’m sorry about the things I said to you. I really didn’t mean to be such a bitch. I guess I got a little jealous over your feelings for Billie. I realized that I was being a selfish, self centered prick. I’m also sorry that I didn’t tell you about the visions. I should have told you first, but I really didn’t want to hurt you. I hope you can forgive me.”

Ian sat there and continued to stare at her, wondering what he should do. This was definitely one of those times he wished that Billie would have given him some advice, but all she had said was, “This is your decision to make, not mine,” and left.

After much deliberation and debate, he finally said, “I forgive you.”

Sara smiled and wrapped her arms around him for a tight hug. “Friends?” she asked after letting go.

“Friends,” Ian answered.

“Finally, the fight terminates,” Van said as he walked up to them. “Now, one more order of business and we’ll be all done for the day.”

“What?” Sara replied.

“Vicky.”

“Ah.”

“She’s upstairs.”

Sara stood up and walked up to the balcony where Vicky was sitting alone, gazing out across the wide expanse of the Candy Store, her eyes devoid of emotion. Sara sat down beside her and softly said, “Vicky?”

She glanced over at Sara and grunted. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this,” Vicky finally retorted. “How could you keep me out of the loop for seven months? Does Danny know?”

“No, he doesn’t,” Sara answered calmly. “Look, Vicky, I’m sorry I never told you. It’s just that I didn’t want you thinking I was absolutely nuts. And… I also didn’t want you getting hurt or killed, like Danny.”

“Like Danny? What do you mean?” Vicky asked, the iciness in her voice slowly dissipating.

“You remember that day after I brought you the bracelet to make sure it didn’t belong to the exhibit? Remember how Danny said he got buried alive?” Vicky nodded. “That was because Irons wanted the Witchblade back, so he used Danny to try and get to me. I really didn’t want that to happen to you as well.”

“I’m flattered that you feel this way about me, but that still doesn’t justify why you didn’t tell me flat out. You should have at least told me a little bit.”

“Vicky, I know how you get when I tell you even the least bit. You always want more, then you bug the hell out of me until I tell you,” Sara quipped.

“I know, but come on, Sara. If Danny got attacked and he didn’t know about the Witchblade, then I’m probably in the same amount of danger. I know it isn’t an issue yet, but what if something did happen to me? Could you live with yourself if you had the information that could have saved my life?”

Sara shook her head, realizing that what Vicky said was true. “You’re right,” she replied. “And now that you know, I do feel a little safer.”

“And your circle of friends grows a little closer,” Vicky added.

Sara stifled a laugh. “Right… as if it wasn’t big enough already.”

“You need more close friends, Sara,” Vicky said. “Even though right now, I think seven is good enough. Sara’s seven.”

“A lucky number I hope stays that way,” Sara replied. “So, are we still good?”

“Yeah, we’re good,” Vicky answered, giving Sara a quick hug. “How about you and Ian?” Sara nodded. “Good.”

“Alright, now that we’ve got all this cleared up, I think it’s time to go back downstairs and get down to the real business of the day. These cases have been sitting on our desks for too long. It’s time we got started on them.” Sara stood up and made her way down to the showroom with Vicky in tow.

“Finally!” Billie exclaimed when she saw the two make their way to the office where Deaq, Ian, and Van were already seated. “First thing I wanna say is one more fight and I’m kicking you out of here. Got it?” They all nodded their heads. “Second thing, we need to get these cases rolling. Since it’s already been decided we’d take on Trent during the day, I’ve started building your backgrounds. Sara, you’re proving to be a tough one to make into a bad girl. I’ve actually had to borrow from Ian some of his alleged hits.” Billie stopped suddenly, realizing what she had just said. ‘A cop and a hit man… That’s something I never expected to see all my life, let alone be part of.’ She shook the thought and continued with her explanation. “I want you guys to use the stuff we busted off that gun running ring in Santa Monica . I think those weapons are up to par with today’s assassin standards, right Ian?”

“I’ll have to take a look and see, but in all probability they’ll be sufficient,” he answered.

“The rest is up to the three of you,” Billie kept going. “As for the club case, I’ve already started doing some background checking on the murdered men, but as of yet, I haven’t been able to find a connection to Trent . I’m still looking, though. Sara, you need another makeover, this time in the clothing department. I’ve seen you’ve slipped back into your usually casual dress, so we need to spice you up a little, and I think I have the perfect idea.”

*~*~*

“Oh, God, Billie! How could I let you do this to me?” Sara cried from the bathroom after she had changed into the most revealing outfit she had ever tried on in her life.

“Come out and let me see!” Billie called to her.

“No!” Sara sharply replied. “I look like a ho!”

“That’s how you’re supposed to look,” Billie said matter-of-factly. Sara stepped out of the bathroom wearing a robe, a pair of black leather knee high boots being the only part of her outfit anyone could see. “Come on, take it off,” Billie coaxed. “It can’t be that bad. Besides, you probably look really sexy.”

Sara shook her head, giving Billie the evil eye and clutching the robe tighter around her body. She really didn’t want to reveal herself at the moment.

“Alright, fine, be that way,” Billie replied as she walked away, her hand waving in the air. Moments later, Van ran up to Sara and pulled the robe away from her body to reveal the black leather halter top and matching hot pants that she wore.

“You ASSHOLE!” Sara yelled once she realized what had happened. By that time, Van was safely on the other side of the room, laughing along with Deaq and Ian. Sara folded her arms across her chest feeling exposed and vulnerable. This was definitely not what she had in mind.

“Wow,” Billie commented. “You do look good.”

“Really?” Sara asked, a bit skeptical.

“Yes!” Billie answered. “Van, doesn’t she look good?”

Van was a little hesitant with his answer. He had to get a little closer to see the full effect. As he walked around Sara, inspecting every single last curve of her body, his fingers gently ran across every piece of exposed flesh along her torso. He came up behind her, his hands running up her bare arms as he finally whispered in her ear in that soft sexy voice that made her melt, “You look gorgeous. How about we go upstairs and you show me what’s underneath?”

Sara’s head rolled back onto his shoulder as she looked up at him and replied, “How about you start wearing what feels like red dental floss between your ass cheeks?” Van backed off, quickly realizing that he had just pissed her off somehow. He released Sara and went back to where Deaq and Ian were standing as she gave him that evil eye.

“Why is it whenever I try to be nice, she bites my head off?” he muttered, slumping down into chair.

Moments later, Vicky walked back into the room carrying two large cups of coffee. She looked up at her friend and said, “Damn, Sara, you just keep taking it off! Can I borrow that the next time we go clubbing?”

Sara glared at her then realized she held two cups of the only thing that would put her in a good mood, coffee. She grabbed one and started to drink it, a smile instantly coming to her face. “Yeah,” she finally replied, “if you wanna look like a hooker.”

“Ouch! Down girl!” Vicky scolded, taking the coffee away from her. Sara whimpered, then tried to get it back by lunging for it only to fall face first onto the floor after tripping over her shoes. The room burst into hysterical laughter as she rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling, a little dazed from the fall. She quickly stuck up her middle finger as soon as she regained her composure only to be met with more laughter.

Van was at her side moments later, offering his hand. Sara took it, but instead of hoisting herself up, she pulled him down with her as well. Van fell to the floor with a hard thud and a cry of pain as he hit the cement with his shoulder. She began to laugh as she replied, “You’re such an ass.”

“I think I dislocated my shoulder,” her groaned, lying on his back as he looked over at Sara with an evil glance.

“Oh, poor baby!” she sarcastically retorted, getting up off the floor. Van reached out, wordlessly asking for a hand up. As Sara shook her head and extended hers, he pulled her down again, this time on top of him.

“Two can play at this game,” Van whispered in her ear as he grabbed her arms and pinned her to the floor.

“Oh, really? And what game is that?” Sara asked, giving him a wily smile. Not waiting for an answer, she grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him into a deep kiss.

“Hey, both of you cut it out!” Billie yelled, trying to break them up after seeing where this would probably lead. The last thing she needed was the two of them sneaking off at a time where work was more important than play.

Sara pushed Van away from her and stood up, grabbing his hand and pulling him along with her. “We’ll continued this later,” she whispered into his ear, then walked back towards the bathroom to change back into what she had been wearing before, but not before turning and giving him a wink.

When Sara had disappeared into the bathroom, Billie grabbed Van’s arm and turned him so they were staring each other in the eye. “You’d better keep it in your pants until this case is over,” her warning came out as a growl as she released him.

“Yes, sir,” Van replied, feeling a little defeated, then returned to his seat.

Sara stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later in a somewhat better mood. Vicky handed her the coffee she had pined for earlier, and she greedily drank it. For Sara, it felt like months since she had last had coffee, and being deprived for so long had probably caused her mood swing. She kept drinking until the cup was empty then threw it out when she was done. When she finally looked up and across the room, Sara found that all were staring at her with questionable expressions on their faces. “What?” she asked.

“Thirsty?” Van asked, still a little surprised by how quickly she had downed that coffee.

“No, I needed my caffeine fix. I haven’t had it in weeks!” Sara answered. “If I go too long without coffee, you’ll have a repeat of today’s performance.”

“Ah, okay, then, I guess I’ll be making coffee every morning from now on,” Van muttered.

“Good, now let’s get to work,” she replied, standing up from her seat beside him.

“Yeah, why don’t we?” Billie retorted. “We’ve slacked off long enough.”

“Yes, sir,” Van replied, then added, “Well, we’ve been doing semi work. Sara found something to wear at the club.”

“Shut up and get to work,” she snapped back.

The rest of the day was spent finding and setting up equipment the team would need in order to pull off this job while Vicky took a nap in the upstairs lounge, far from the noise and commotion. With Ian’s help, they selected a few choice items: semiautomatic handguns, assault rifles, shot guns, several different lengths of rope, a ten inch hunting knife, a utility knife, and three specially made suits with built in heat regulators, night vision goggles, and gloves specifically made for gripping slick surfaces.

“I look like I just stepped out of the Matrix,” Sara mumbled as she stared at the mirror in the bathroom, donning her suit, which came complete with black leather trench coat, black leather pants, black knit top, black leather knee high boots, and a pair of black sunglasses.

Having woken up earlier than expected, Vicky made her way downstairs to see what had happened while she had been asleep. Entering the showroom, she found Van and Deaq also dressed the same as Sara. Giving them both that odd look of recognition, she questioned, “Where’s Trinity?”

Van began to laugh, getting the joke. “I think she’s almost done,” he replied, trying to keep a straight face as Deaq gave him a questioning look.

“What’s so funny? And who’s Trinity?” he asked.

“Ever see the Matrix?”

“The movie? Yeah… Oh! Oh! I get it. Trinity!”

Just then, Sara stepped out of the bathroom, a very serious expression on her face as she gracefully walked up to the three of them. “Damn, we all look good,” she declared, draping her arm over Van’s shoulder.

Van gave her an approving glance over. “This gives a whole new meaning to the Candy Store,” he replied with a smile.

“VAN! Keep it in your pants!” Billie yelled from behind him as she approached the foursome. He turned around to find her with Ian following and carrying several suitcases. “I swear if you have one more of those thoughts, I’ll cut it off myself with a butter knife!” Van swallowed hard. He knew Billie wasn’t kidding, especially now that she was pissed for what appeared to be no reason.

Sara’s hand fell into his and gave it a light squeeze. “Stay calm,” she whispered into his ear. He took a few deep breaths and let go, walking away from Sara to keep Billie happy.

“So, what’s in the case?” Deaq asked, quickly changing the subject. All were more than happy that he did, especially with the escalating tension between the group members.

“It’s your surveillance equipment. I want these cameras planted everywhere possible, floor to ceiling, including cars, once you get access to Trent ’s assets,” Billie informed them. “Remember, this case is double sided, or so we think. Until it’s confirmed that the hits on the club patrons are unrelated to Trent , I want you to use extreme caution. He’s a dangerous man. Who knows what he might pull.”

“I guess it’s time we got out of these suits and had a little chat with Aquarius,” Deaq suggested, pulling off the sunglasses and gloves.

“Who?” Sara asked.

“A really good friend of ours,” Van replied, pulling off the gloves as well, but leaving the sunglasses.

Chapter 47: Making Plans

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