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"Oh, please, let's," Alex said humorlessly, but inside her stomach gave a lurch. "How dangerous is this?" Munch walked around the desk to a clear glass drawing board and seized a pen.

"Well," he said, drawing a large circle, "if I don't get Elliot and Logan to balance out, their combined anger issues could render Detective Goren into a pile of smoking ash. Worst case, of course."

"That's good to know," Alex replied, letting her biting tone mask the unease she felt. "I'd hate to think a pile of smoking ash was one of our better outcomes. Can you do it - keep these hot-heads from burning up my partner?" She ignored the dual scowls she was getting from either side of her.

"Oh, sure." He divided the circle into quadrants, labeling the upper-most point with a capital 'CN', the right side with an 'LB', the bottom with an 'AE' and the left with an 'OB'. "You ladies are easy; your implements carry their own directional association - the pentacle with the North, the athame with the East, the wand with the South and the chalice with the West. Now, we already know Olivia is quite capable of handling her partner, so we'll place him next to her." He wrote up an 'ES' just above the 'OB'. "Since Logan can't be next to Elliot, across from him, or in an adjoining quadrant, that leaves only ... here." He placed Logan's initials just to the right of 'AE'.

"You're putting him next to me?" Alex asked.

"And here I thought we were going to be friends," Logan said, leaning back against a desk, his arms crossed over his chest. He glanced over at Fin as the other detected opened his mouth to speak. "One more joke about your sweet pea and I'm going to shove it down your throat, got it?" Fin closed his mouth, his expression never changing, but Alex could sense the angry, animal side of him prowling restlessly behind those calm brown eyes.

"It's nothing personal," Alex said, stepping between the two men. "I'm just not sure I can handle this." She looked pointedly at Logan.

"Don't worry, the person across the circle from him will take the brunt of it. I just need someone calm. You look calm." He pointed at Carver. "What'd you say your first name was - Rob?"

"Ron," Carver corrected. Munch started to write it up, then glanced over at Alex.

"I can handle this, really. Maybe you should go ... prepare your partner. We don't have a lot of time." Alex nodded, her mouth suddenly dry - damn it. As she headed for the hallway back to lockup, Deakins caught her by the arm.

"Does he mean ... what I think he means?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied, making him draw back as she met his eyes. She felt no qualms about unleashing her hard as nails, cold as ice, cuts like a razor, perp-rattling stare on him; it was her best defense, after all. He removed his hand from her arm and cleared his throat, probably trying to remind himself that he was the one in charge.

"This isn't going to be a problem, is it? I'd hate to have to break up my best team of detectives."

"It's not a problem," she assured him, wishing she felt as confident as she sounded.

"Just a thought, but perhaps you should let me take care of Goren this time." Deakins and Alex turned to stare at Bishop, who was calmly watching the dagger spin on the top of the desk beside her. It slowed and came to a stop, pointing directly toward the hallway. "It would be a shame to risk such a partnership." Alex's first response was a little biased, running along the lines of 'Ewww, he'd never touch you, you little tramp.', but she quickly realized her own emotional investment in this case and was able to push it mostly to the side.

Bobby had no great affection for his temporary partner, nor an open dislike of her, but Alex was almost certain that he would have no part of the pale red-head. On the other hand, he had said, admittedly in a desperate attempt to drive her away, that he would have picked anyone over her. Maybe it was time to put his money where his mouth was.

But why would Bishop volunteer to sate the incubus's hunger? It made no sense, unless she'd been harboring a school-girl crush on Bobby all this time, her infatuation turning to obsession - Alex shook her head. Not everything was a crime waiting to happen. Maybe ... Maybe ... Aw, to hell with it.

"Why would you do this?" she asked. "Do you have any idea what you're volunteering for, the power involved?"

"I'm not a complete idiot, Detective Eames. The power is why I would do this, the total, all-encompassing, overwhelming power - to surrender to that, to become part of that ... why wouldn't I want to?"

"I don't remember telling you - Don't tell me you're a witch, too," Alex said with a groan.

"Not even close," Bishop replied with a smirk to put Munch to shame. "You see, I too know how to run a web search."

"But why - " Deakins asked, frowning at the young detective.

"I thought it would be obvious," she said, rolling her eyes. "When you're climbing a rather crowded political ladder, it helps to have good shoes, strong hands, and a big stick to knock the competition off with."

"Where the hell are you heading, the Commissioner's office?" Bishop didn't reply. "And by screwing my partner you hope to - what? Earn his favor on your campaign?"

"I'll admit, having the two of you behind me, after I save your partnership from this train wreck, wouldn't hurt, but I'm really more interested in this curse. Think about it - the realm of the supernatural exists, and I have first-hand experience with some of the most intense forces it possesses. It's research, nothing more." Alex was silent a moment, letting her senses pour over Bishop unfiltered.

She was telling the truth, mostly. Either a few details were fudged, or she was leaving something out, Alex couldn't tell which. In the end, she supposed it didn't matter. As if Bishop had a chance with Bobby.

"Okay then, research away," Alex said, catching Bishop by surprise. She blinked those sharp gray eyes a couple of times, but recovered quick enough. Taking off her gray suit jacket and draping it over the back of her chair, she tossed her hair back over her shoulders and marched down the hall. "I give her five minutes," Alex said with a bitter bark of laughter. "Five minutes and he'll have her running out here in tears."

"What makes you say that?" Deakins asked.

"It's what I almost did."

"Damn. I give her three, in that case."

"I'm bettin' on Bishop," Fin said. Alex glanced up. Apparently, their voices had carried.

"Come on," Olivia said, "Bobby would never touch that - " She seemed to think better of her choice of words. "- woman, not if he had any choice, and the curse wasn't that advanced when he left."

"Ten bucks says he does," Fin replied, slapping a wrinkled Hamilton down on the desk. "And she's gone for half an hour."

"You're on." She dropped a couple of fives on there. "She's back in ten; Bobby's too nice to scare her off faster than that."

"I got twenty minutes, and the chick does him," Logan said, reaching for his wallet.

"Hang on, hang on, let me write this down," Munch said, moving to a clear space on the glass. Alex buried her head in her hands and groaned.
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