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Bobby just stared at her for the longest time.

�That - It�s not ... possible ...�

�It�s what I�ve been trying to tell you, Detective,� Ms. Anastasius said. �Leland has constructed an intensely involved fantasy world. If you can buy into the witchcraft aspect, everything else seems to make sense, until it is confronted with hard fact, and then it crumbles like a sand castle. Now, if you are finished playing make-believe with my client, he needs to return to the hospital and resume taking his medication.�

"I am not sick," Raum protested. Ms. Anastasius released his hand and took hold of his upper arm instead, making him wince. She pulled her hand back and narrowed her eyes, glancing back at Bobby and Alex. "Don't -" Raum started, but she reached out and pulled up his shirtsleeve. Alex flinched at the sight of the angry red marks on his pale skin, stripes where fingers had dug into the muscle.

"Did one of you do this?" Ms. Anastasius asked quietly, her voice sending chills down Alex's spine. She knew she'd never laid a hand on him, much as she had wanted to, and the marks weren't large enough to be Bobby's, nor any man's, for that matter. That only left -

"I don't know how that happened," Alex said. For some reason, she was having a hard time imagining Olivia doing that to him. But then, Olivia had dislocated his shoulder. Alex felt that sickness in the pit of her stomach again.

"You will be hearing from me," she said, placing her hand high on his shoulder as she guided him down the street. Alex stepped up beside Bobby, standing shoulder to shoulder as they reached the corner, hailed a yellow cab, and disappeared into the traffic. Well, that was just about the ugliest mess we've ever stepped in, Alex thought bitterly.

You can say that again, groaned that now too familiar voice in her head. She glanced up at Bobby. He still looked in shock.

"How could we be so wrong?" he murmured. She reached out and took his hand.

"Come on." She gave his arm a tug toward the steps. "Let's go find Elliot and Olivia so we can all feel like assholes together." He let her lead him up the steps, but stopped outside the doors.

"Did I ... Did I lose my objectivity? Was I so caught up in punishing whoever cursed me that I missed something?" He sounded agonized, and Alex could certainly empathize. He never let anything interfere with his work, not even when thrown together with that Celtic harlot, Bishop. He still managed to shoulder the same caseload that they usually shared.

"No, I don't think so. If we went over the case with a fine-toothed comb, we might find something, but ... this was a man who spent years weaving his fantasy. And the fact that some of the most fantastical parts turned out to be true certainly didn't help. By the time we got that incubus out of you, I'd have believed the Easter Bunny did it, if someone had suggested it." She glanced up at him, suddenly remembering something he'd said. "Bobby, when I came back to you the second time, and you were fighting me, you said there was no Santa Claus, no Easter Bunny, that you didn't make wishes on falling stars ... What was that about?" He shifted uncomfortably.

"That was ... It was nothing, it was stupid. We should go inside -" He took a step toward the doors, but she just held tighter to his hand and refused to move. "I - I read on one of those sites that the curse could be lifted by - by true love's kiss." He wouldn't look at her. "It wasn't the lust spell that made me kiss you, and it wasn't just to lift the curse, it was something I'd wanted to do for a long while, but it didn't matter ..."

"You had been hoping it would work, hoping that I was your true love, and then it didn't, so I wasn't." Alex closed her eyes and swallowed hard before speaking again. "Bobby, you came back from the dead. You held me and our wounds healed. When I'm away from you, I feel like a part of me is missing. If that's not true love, I don't know what is." He let go of her hand and his fingertips found the hollow of her cheek, sliding down over her jaw, resting against the pulse of her throat.

"Sometimes I think you're the only thing keeping me sane in this world," he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers.

"Either that, or we're both stark raving mad and just don't know it," she said with a smirk. "Whichever the case may be, I couldn't imagine it any other way." He drew back just enough to meet her eyes, then closed the distance between them for a kiss.

"Do you two ever do any police work these days?" They glanced down the stairs as Logan stopped before the bottom step, his hands thrust into the pockets of his leather jacket. Bobby straightened up and Alex stepped back, brushing her hair back out of her face as she did.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, making her irritation clear. Logan grinned unrepentantly.

"Edward called me. Seemed to think you needed my help down here. Having trouble with the Wicked Witch of the West?"

"Apparently not," Alex replied. "It seems that Raum is really this mental patient named Leland Kier who only thinks he's a warlock."

"How do you figure?" Logan asked, frowning as he mounted the stairs to stand on the step below them. Alex rubbed her hands wearily over her face.

"He told us that his lawyer was Nicole Wallace. She told us that she was Satrina Anastasius. We ran her prints; she was right, which means he lied -"

"And warlocks don't lie," Logan finished. Alex raised one eyebrow and he grinned again. "Hey, I was paying attention. So what does our resident warlock have to say about this new twist?"

"Good question," Alex said. 'He's miss-" She frowned and glanced up at Bobby. "Why hasn't Munch come back yet? If Leland Kier was full of crap, then there was no book in the locker, right?"

"Unless ..." Bobby said, "whoever put Kier on the roof to take the fall was waiting at Grand Central for whoever came looking for the book." They exchanged alarmed glances and headed inside.

"What book?" Logan asked as he followed them. They were barely through the front doors when Bobby's cell phone began ringing.

"Goren," he answered. He raised his eyebrows. "Really? That was fast. I wasn't expecting the results until tomor - What? You're certain? ... Okay, thanks." He hung up and turned back to Alex. "That was Raul. He says the DNA isn't a match."

"But we already knew that it wouldn't be," she said slowly. "What else did he say?" There had to be more; Bobby did not get that look on his face just from hearing something he already knew.

"The DNA from the feather is female." Alex stood a moment and let it sink in. Female. A woman. A woman who could turn herself into a crow. Bishop. No, it couldn't be. Bishop was a lot of things, but ... but she would never ... She had volunteered to sate the incubus, something no one else, not even Alex, had wanted to do, and she had seemed very comfortable with all the magick stuff, and she had initiated the whole rooftop orgy - What if this wasn't about revenge after all, but more like a political power play: they were indebted to Bishop for her help, and if that didn't work, there was always blackmail, and the threat of being cursed again.

The curse. Had Bishop lost her love, lust and passion? She had never exactly been the happy child in school, but ... Alex tried to think back over the past couple of days, searching for a moment when Bishop lost her cool, got angry, irritated, scared, emotional at all and failed. She hadn't been surprised by the magick, irritated at the wagering, angry at being set on fire ... Alex glanced up at Bobby.

"Do you think -"

"I hope not," Bobby said, obviously having the same thought himself. "Better call her, though."

"Who?" Logan asked as Alex fished into her pocket for her cell phone.

"Bishop," she replied, scrolling through her list of numbers. If she could ever remember to clean out her phone book, the red-head's number would be long gone, but at the moment, procrastination appeared to be a virtue. She glanced up from the screen just in time to see Logan reach the same conclusion they both had.

"Oh, no way, you guys, Bishop did not do this." Bobby and Alex exchanged glances.

"You sound pretty sure of yourself," Bobby said. �What do you know that we don�t?� Logan shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and shrugged.

�I know that Bishop is a sweet, passionate young woman who has had to keep the world at arm�s length in order to protect herself.�

�You slept with her, didn�t you?� Alex asked, somehow not the least surprised.

�Actually, we didn�t get much sleep,� he replied with that dark, shark-like grin. Alex rolled her eyes.

�The fact that she had sex with you doesn�t prove anything ... except maybe how desperate she was.�

�Ouch,� Logan said. �Actually, my dear, it proves that she still possesses her passion and lust, and so can�t have cursed your partner.�

�You guys woke up the neighbors, huh?� Alex asked.

�It was ten o�clock in the morning,� Logan said with a laugh. �Though we did get a standing ovation from the peeping tom in the building across the street.�

�She was probably faking it,� Alex snarked. Jealous because you didn�t get any this morning? asked that little voice in her head. Of course not, she told it, there�s too much at stake to rush into anything, especially sex. Alex shook her head and sighed. She was losing her mind.

�I think I can tell when a woman�s faking it,� Logan said, but his grin didn�t have nearly as many teeth in it.

�Uh huh, sure,� Alex said, brushing her hair back out of her eyes, �that�s what all guys thi -� She jumped as the phone in her hand screamed to life. �God, I hate that,� she muttered as she raised the cell to her ear. �Ea -�

�Alex, is that woman in the room with you?� The connection wasn�t great, but through the crackle of static and a distant rhythmic clicking sound, Alex could hear the near panic in Munch�s voice.

�John? Are you okay? Where are -�

�Is she there? Tell me, it�s important.� She glanced up at Bobby, who mouthed the word �book� at her.

�No, she�s not, John. Do you have the book?�

�What? No, Alex listen, Raum�s lawyer, she�s -�

�He isn�t Raum, his DNA didn�t match the feather -�

�Alex, she�s a witch.�
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