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"This part can be a little tricky," Munch said. �The curse has to be driven out. That�s why you have to lead, Alex; besides Goren, you know it best.�

�Lucky me,� she muttered under her breath.

�There�s no long, drawn-out incantations or anything, just tell it to get out. Are you ready?�

�Ready as I�ll be,� she replied. On her left, Carver squeezed her hand, the first real show of support she�d gotten from him. She glanced over at him, a nervous smile on her face, but it faded quickly. His eyes darted from her face to where Munch was standing, back and forth, and he gave his head a slight nod in that direction. Alex frowned, no idea what he was getting at.

�Behind him,� Carver whispered, his lips barely parted. Alex looked again and felt the color drain from her face. Standing outside the circle was a man. She could only make out the shape at first - a slight figure, probably only a few inches taller than herself, but with shoulders too broad for an average woman, hips too straight and narrow; this person had no curves. His eyes were huge, luminescent, flickering - glasses, she chastised herself, it was just the light from the circle reflected in the lenses of his glasses.

�What is it, Alex?� Munch asked.

�Were we expecting company?� she asked, applying all her undercover skills to keep the apprehension out of her voice.

�No, why?�

�There�s a man standing right behind you.� Munch turned slowly, just his head and shoulders.

�Can I help you?� The stranger laughed, a silky, sibilant chuckle.

�Singing telegram for Detective Eames,� he said, the light playing over straight, white teeth as he smiled.

�Go away, Raum,� Alex said, surprising even herself with the amount of hate and venom in her voice. �You can�t do anything to us.�

�Is that what he told you?� Raum asked, his face nearly split in two by that broad grin. �Oh, Detective Munch, you should know better. Nothing bleeds a spell faster than a lie. That�s why I always tell the truth.�

�Don�t listen to him,� Munch said. �He�s just trying to stall until the sun comes up.�

�Hey, that would have been a good plan,� Raum said, now turning and walking around the edge of their circle. Now Alex could see that he had his hands behind his back. �It would almost be worth the wait to see Detective Goren�s soul ripped from his body.� Horror flashed across her face for just a second before she got herself under control, but Raum saw it. He moved around the circle until he was standing just off her right shoulder. He was a white male, early to mid forties, dark brown hair, short on the sides but longer on top, slightly curly. She couldn�t tell the color of his eyes, hidden behind the reflecting pools of his glasses. �You don�t like the thought of that, do you, detective?�

�Get away from her,� Bobby snarled, taking a step toward them.

�Stop right there,� Raum said, taking his hands out from behind his back. He was holding a length of rusty, one inch metal pipe.

�That�s it?� Bobby asked with a snort. �A pipe? Like a - a - a common street hood? Where�s your bag of magic tricks?�

�You see, Detective Goren, that is exactly why you�re in this position - you have no people skills. If you hadn�t made such an enemy of that poor girl, Nicole, I wouldn�t be here, and neither would you. You would be home, alone, in your empty apartment, again, thinking about our lovely Detective Eames, again, wondering what she might be doing, and with whom - "

�Shut up,� Alex snapped. She just wanted to turn around and punch him in the mouth. She must have given some outward sign, because Logan squeezed her hand, the holly leaves digging into her flesh. Holly. Right. Balance. She took a deep breath. She was letting him get to her. Turning to Munch, she nodded decisively. �Let�s get this done.�

�Just one word of advice before we begin,� Munch said, glancing over Elliot and Olivia�s heads, �sometimes, if you have the shot, you just have to take it.� Alex frowned. Bobby wasn�t armed, and he was the only one with a free hand. �Anyway, this part is pretty much open-ended, Alex, just tell the spell what you want it to do. Oh, and you might want to get back into position, Goren.�

�What to do, what to do,� Raum said in a sing-song voice, moving clockwise around the circle, toward Olivia. He stopped and came back to Alex, standing at her left shoulder this time. �I do so want to watch you fumble through this �magick stuff�, but I made Detective Goren a promise.�

�Don�t,� Bobby said, his body still, but she could practically see the energy building inside him.

�So you do remember what I said. Did you tell your lovely partner? No? Shall I?� He smiled again. �I told him that I would kill you. I promised him that he would watch. I never lie and I always keep my promises, Detective Eames, so I�m afraid it doesn�t look good for you.�

�You can�t do anything to us,� Olivia said, but she didn�t sound so sure. �John said -�

�Yes, what did 'John' say?� Raum said, walking toward her. �His exact words - does anyone remember?�

�He said, �As long as the circle is unbroken, his magick can do us no harm�.� All eyes turned to Bishop, standing between Edward and Fin.

�Exactly,� Raum said. He held out one hand and a splintering of silver lightning leaped against the wall of their circle, crackling and hissing, and finally dying. �The �bag of tricks� is pretty useless, but this -� He hefted the pipe. �- well, this is very handy.� He drew his arm back and hit Olivia across the shoulders with the the pipe. She cried out, staggering forward under the weight of the blow, and a gasp rose up from half a dozen throats.

�You son of a bitch, I�m gonna kill you,� Elliot snarled, lunging toward Raum. It was only Olivia and Dr. Huang holding on for dear life that kept them all from being killed.

�Elliot, knock it off!� Olivia shouted, jerking hard on his arm. She was pale, a tightness around her eyes betraying the pain, but she pulled him back, though an almost unintelligible stream of the most horrible explicatives continued to pour from his mouth. It was the kind of stuff you didn�t even hear on cable. Raum laughed and twirled his pipe. Alex swallowed hard as he started back around toward her. She glanced at Bobby, who was watching Raum with undisguised hatred. It was a good thing for Raum that Bobby wasn�t armed.

Bobby wasn�t ... but she was. If she could get him to come close enough -

�Excuse me, Mr. Raum,� she said as he came to a stop beside her. As polite as he�d been this whole time, she figured a little deference couldn�t hurt. �Since it looks like you�re going to win this one, I don�t suppose you�d allow me one last request, as you�re going to kill me in a minute.� He didn�t speak, but tilted his head to one side, which she took as a sign to continue. �Considering how ... close you have brought Detective Goren and myself, it wouldn�t be too unreasonable to grant us a last kiss, would it?� Raum leaned closer, his face just inches beyond the circle.

�And give him a chance to grab your weapon? I think not, Detective Eames, but full marks for trying.� He stepped back and adjusted his grip on the pipe, like a home run king about to send one over the fence. Alex glanced at Carver, then Logan.

�Don�t let go, guys,� she said, trying not to picture her limp and bloody body hanging between them. Bobby was shifting from one foot to the other, his big hands opening and closing, his eyes darting from her face to Raum, and back again. She shook her head. �Don�t,� she whispered, �you�ll die.�

�I - I can�t just ... stand here,� he ground out between his teeth.

�Yes you can, Goren,� Munch said suddenly, �you can bow your head and pray. We all can.�

�Pray?� Raum said, his voice mocking. �Pray to whom?�

�To whomever might be watching over us,� Munch replied, bowing his head. �C�mon you guys, show some respect,� he said. �Especially you, Alex.� She bowed her head, frowning. What was going on? For some reason, she even doubted divine intervention could save her from getting beat to death. Alex jerked away as something whistled past her head, scoring a line of fire down her face from temple to jaw, passing just below her ear. She fell to her knees, Carver and Logan�s hands held tight in her own.

�What is this?� Raum asked, sounding amused. �A dart?� Alex stayed down, but glanced back. Raum delicately plucked the short tranquilizer dart out of his wrist. "I was expecting some futile, desperate attempt to save yourselves, but this is a surprise. I had been hoping for some begging, pleading, weeping, groveling - you are the NYPD after all." He glanced around at the blank faces of the surrounding buildings. The air was split by another whistle and a second dart appeared at his throat, just below his chin on the left side. Grimacing, Raum tore it out of his neck and moved back, standing in the shadow of the taller Deakins. "Your friend has impressive aim," he said, a touch of anger in his voice. He rubbed his throat. "That really stings, Detective Munch, but it will not save you. The potions of science have no effect on me - I am more magick than mortal." But even as he spoke, he swayed like a reed in the wind and staggered sideways.

"Exactly," Munch said, straightening up. "That's why the first dart was filled with an infusion of knotweed and eyebright." Raum's face went slack and he made an unintelligible sound in his throat. "The second was a 'potion of science', and quite a powerful one, apparently. Good night." Raum made one last gurgling sound and collapsed. He didn't move again.

"Is he dead?" Elliot asked, sounding hopeful.

"Just out cold," Munch said. He turned his face to the buildings behind Novak. "Sure took you long enough," he muttered.

"What's a - a incursion of nighteye and boughtweed?" Novak asked, making Munch and Bishop laugh.

"It's infusion," Munch corrected, "which is what you get when you soak herbs in hot water, like tea, only I wouldn't recommend drinking this one. Knotweed and eyebright bind psychic and magickal powers, making him as susceptible to tranquilizers as anyone. He'll be out for a few hours, at least."

"Good," Alex said, climbing back to her feet. "Now, let's get this over with - my fingers are just about numb." Alex stared at Bobby, trying to ignore the steadily lightening sky behind Bishop. She cleared her throat.

"Hear me, incubus," she said, focusing her mind on the power, the feeling of that thing on her skin, in her body, the way it touched her, knew her. "You've had your fun, now it's time to leave." She could almost see it, hunkered down inside her partner, quiet, sated, sleepy, but listening. Not interested, but listening. "You're not wanted; all you've done is cause trouble and hurt people. Your touch is cold - it incites lust, but does nothing to warm the soul. You were sent here in the spirit of vengeance and anger, but with our friendship and love we shall cast you out." The curse bristled like a wet cat. Alex glanced at Munch, who nodded.

"Good job, Alex," he said. "Okay everybody - �

�This is how you show your gratitude?� Bobby hissed suddenly. He dropped the hydrangea and squatted in the center of the circle, rocking slightly from side to side, bracing himself on his fingertips and the balls of his feet, like an animal. Alex blinked, sure it was a trick of the light, because his eyes could not possible be glowing green. But they were.
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