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As usual, Bobby was the master of understatement. The squad room was silent as they entered, and every face regarded them both with icy eyes. Maybe she was just in the line of fire, or maybe they�d decided this was her fault, as well. Either way, it was like walking into a freezer. Alex said nothing, just walked to the desk she�d been working at and sat down. Bobby followed her lead, straddling the chair beside her as she began a search for crows, feathers, witches and magick. After a moment, Fin cleared his throat.

�How�s Olivia?� he asked.

�She�s fine,� Alex said, tossing her hair out of her face as she looked up. �A little shaken up, but fine. Nothing happened.�

�That didn�t look like �nothing�, Alex,� Sledge said. Beside her, Bobby shifted in his chair.

�And since when are we on a first name basis, Edward?� she said, hunting through the pack until she found him, leaned up against a filing cabinet. He stared defiantly back at her. "Look, what happened in there wasn't the incubus, not completely, at least. Once we separated them, it stopped; the curse doesn't just stop. Something - something else is going on."

"A lust spell." Everyone turned to look at Munch. "You touched something, didn't you?" he asked Bobby. Fin muttered something about Olivia and Munch smacked him on the arm with the back of his hand. "Before she came in."

"There was a - a feather ... "

"A crow's feather?" Alex looked sharply at him.

"How did you know?" Before he could answer, Bobby's cell rang. They exchanged glances. "If this is Raum," she said, turning to Cragen, "can you guys get a trace?"

"We sent everybody home," the captain said, "but I think these guys might be able to manage." He nodded at Munch and Fin.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Cap'n," Fin said, heading down the hall.

"It won't do any good," Munch said with a shake of his head as he followed his partner out of the room. Bobby let the phone ring one more time, then answered.

"Goren." Alex leaned over to listen in.

"Good evening, Detective Goren. You took so long answering, I was afraid you were ... busy." Alex had never heard anyone make such a simple word sound so suggestive, so dirty, just with his tone of voice. "Too bad your partner had to interfere; Detective Benson looks like a screamer to me. Now I guess we'll never know." She clenched her fists, fighting the urge to reach through the phone and strangle him.

"The feather, it belonged to a crow?"

"You're a very unusual man, Detective. Most people see a black feather and think raven."

"Most people have never been bewitched, either. That was an impressive spell - very ... effective."

"It would have been, if not for the lovely, but meddlesome Detective Eames. Do you suppose she was jealous, is that why she butted in? How do you think she felt when she saw you running your hands over another woman's skin?" Alex didn't move. This guy was full of crap. Bobby would see that. She wasn't jealous. Not like that. His voice made her skin crawl as he continued. "I bet it was exquisite torture for her when you were off cavorting with that willowy Detective Bishop and she was stuck behind a desk, nauseous, bloated, with the swollen ankles and aching back, feeling oh so unattractive - "

"That's enough," Bobby said, his voice low and rumbling.

"I'm sorry, did I hit a sore spot? I have such a knack for saying the wrong thing sometimes. But you know what that's like, right Detective Goren?" In the background, she heard a splash, like something being dropping into water, something small, and not from any great height. "It must be hard, sitting so close to her, breathing in the scent of her skin, your fingers itching to brush that stray lock of hair out of her face. What could that hurt? Why don�t you. I know she won�t mind.� Alex jumped as his hand moved in front of her face. She glanced at him and was surprised by the shock in his eyes. In a second, it was gone and he casually finished brushing her hair back, his fingertips trailing over her cheek.

�Nice trick,� he said. �Must take a lot of talent to talk someone into doing something they wanted to do anyway.�

�Oh, is this where you manipulate my ego and incite me to say something I'll come to regret?" He laughed again. "I couldn't care less what you think of me, Detective. I don't need to leave fancy clues and inane riddles to prove that I'm smarter than you; the fact that you can't catch me is testament enough for that." Bobby covered the mouthpiece as Munch and Fin returned.

�Scumbag�s in Central Park,� Fin said as he grabbed the phone off a desk. "Send everything we got?" Cragen nodded.

"I want this guy now."

"It's a waste of time," Munch said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"The good detective's right, I'm afraid," Raum said. Alex leaned back and looked at Bobby. There was no way he could have heard Munch through the phone. "Go ahead and send whomever you like, though. I'm at the east end of the lake, if that helps any. The boys in blue need something to do, right? I won't hurt them ... this time." He cleared his throat. "Now, the reason I called ... I was thinking about our lovely Detective Eames, and how closely she must be listening to our conversation, her delicate ears straining to catch every word, every sound." There was that small splash again. "Eavesdropping can be a dangerous pastime, though. I would hate for her to suddenly have trouble catching her breath, her heart beating so hard in her chest." Alex went cold, her heart pounding in her ears as she began to gasp, fire burning up her right side with each breath. "That cracked rib would be agony, a searing pain that would make it that much harder to breathe. It would be terrifying."

Terrifying didn't begin to describe it. It was like trying to breathe through a pillow. She was getting black spots in front of her eyes. She felt Bobby's hand on her shoulder, her face, but the darkness was creeping in to claim her, swallowing the sound of his voice.

Pain bit across the side of her face, sharp, stinging, and she gasped, her lungs burning as she fought to draw breath. When the air came freely, she nearly choked on the rush of emotions that swarmed over her; relief, anger, fear, confusion. She forced them away and concentrated on just breathing.

" - have to do that?" she heard Bobby say, his voice echoing in her head.

"It worked, didn't it?" said a woman - Olivia. Alex opened her eyes. When had Olivia come back? She was staring up at the ugly ceiling, the harsh lights making her head hurt. She started to sit up, and several pairs of hands gently helped her to her feet.

"What happened?" she asked, not quite recognizing the sound of her own voice. It was raspy, like she'd been strangled.

"Raum almost killed you," Bobby said quietly.

"That's what he wants you to think," Munch said, stepping between Bobby and Olivia. His hands were cool as he placed them on either side of Alex's jaw, his fingers feeling down along her throat as he looked in her eyes. "Raum was trying to scare you."

"It worked," Alex rasped, frowning slightly as Munch continued to touch her.

"Don't worry, not even Raum can kill with just words," he said. "Most magick requires physical contact to work." He paused and there was a weight in his eyes, a darkness, a fear, that caught her off guard. He muttered something under his breath, and then stepped away. "I wouldn't suggest talking to him again, though. It seems that you're both pretty open to suggestion and I wouldn't want to find out just what he can do."

"How do you - " Alex stopped. The roughness was gone from her voice. The squad room was silent as she watched Munch make his way across the room, a stiffness across his shoulders, his head bowed, guarded, waiting. "Holy crap." She took a deep breath, trying to calm her suddenly racing heart, and winced. "What, you couldn't fix the rib, too?" He turned to face them.

"What's going on, John?" Cragen asked, eyeing his detective warily. Munch looked at each of them in turn, his eyes lingering on his partner. The confusion on Fin's face was dissolving into a dark mix of realization, anger and betrayal. Munch seemed to be searching for the right words, but Bobby found them first.

"He's a witch."
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