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By : Notsalony
Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter
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Anita nodded to the waitress and took the boys into a different room before snagging a handful of menus. She stopped long enough to tell the waitress to come in the room in a few minutes. That done, she lead the way and they all filed into the separate, smaller room to talk. Jason scooped up a menu from Anita and sat down to start plotting out his order as the others sat down at the single table to talk.
"So you're tracking a rogue." Anita started the ball rolling.
"Yeah, Kevin Lewis was a convicted murder. He got out on parole last November. He was out less then a month when a werewolf attacked him. We know from the local pack that he tried to join that he became increasingly violent. They turned him into the police when they thought he'd murdered a human again. He broke out of custody and killed two of the people who turned him in." Sam sighed as he pulled out a file folder. "He started killing across multiple states as he moved his way closer and closer to here. We haven't found any link to this town before this. But we do know that this town is built on a nexus, so it's likely that his lycan senses drew him closer and closer to the town."
"A nexus?" Anita asked as she flipped through the file, looking up.
"It's a confluence of mystical and geomagnetic energies resulting in a location that draws anyone and everything with the slightest tie to the metaphysical to be drawn to this point in space." Sam answered.
"Huh, I'd have called it a hell hole." Anita shrugged and went back to the file.
"We were put on the case because we were the closest to where his murder spree started." Dean replied. "We tracked him down here." He pointed to a map that was drawn of the course they'd taken. "His last murder that we've were able to id was less then 14 hours ago. Holding to his pattern, he'll murder someone tonight."
"Shit." Anita looked through the crime scene photos. "His type?" She looked up when the brothers didn't say anything. "What?"
"There's no pattern that we can see." Sam licked his lips. "But that might be because we're not werewolves as much as it might be that we're not the murderer." Sam sighed. "It's frustrating." Jason held out his hand and Anita handed over the photos of the victims before and after. Jason flipped through them and blinked. He kept going and then he sat the pictures down, only just getting them covered when the waitress came in.
"You know what you want?" She looked around.
"This whole list here for me." Jason indicated a section of he menu. "I'm going to need the food." He nodded at her.
"A pot of coffee for the room and a cup for me." Anita responded.
"A couple burgers a piece for us and a cup of coffee sounds great." Dean winked at the now blushing waitress who nodded and left.
"What'd you see?" Sam watched Jason.
"There's a pattern alright. But not one you'd know to look for." Jason's breathing picked up. "I can also tell you that you're probably looking for someone about 24, at least bisexual, male, he'll have hair that's not his natural hair color." He looked at the pictures. "And he'll have hit on his murderer tonight." Jason swallowed and looked at the baffled room of three others. "What?"
"How the hell do you know that?" Dean gaped at him.
"None of their hair matches." Jason looked like this was obvious. "Here." He held up on crime scene photo. "Pubic hair doesn't match head hair. And in their before shots their eyebrows don't match their head hair. Indicating that they all dye their hair. I'd dare say they might even use the same type of dye. I'd have to smell a few of them to let you know if they do. He could be hunting them down by that smell." He shrugged and then went on. "They're all roughly 19 to 32, but more of them appear to be 24 or near it in appearance. So if the Vic tonight isn't 24 he'll look like it."
"You keep saying it'll be a man tonight. How can you tell?" Sam asked.
"The pattern." Jason blinked at them. "Sorry it's a lycan thing. We think with a different numbering system then non-lycans. Most people think it has something to do with humans, especially American humans think in threes, fives, and tens." He put the pictures in order. "Lycans think in groups of twos, sevens, and nines." He pointed it out. "One man, then five women and another man. That's seven. Then a man and a woman, two; then seven men and two women that's nine, and following that out his last pattern was four women and one man. That's a set of five. Unless you look at the face that four is two sets of two. Then that one stands a lone. And that leaves another man on his hunting list tonight." Jason sighed.
"But that would put it..." Anita blinked.
"At 20 females and 21 males. Which means he's planning on killing a woman soon, just not tonight. He seems to lead off with men." Jason shrugged. "I'd say he's angrier at men for hitting on him."
"You said that earlier. We were looking for a bisexual male who hit on him?" Dean frowned.
"Yeah. See the women." He pointed them out. "They all either have a ring on the wrong hand on the same finger." He pointed to it. "Or a mark where they had a ring and took it off the same finger." The brothers moved to look at the photos marveling at that they'd never caught that.
"But what's that..." Sam started.
"Lesbian women in Europe have a tradition of wearing a ring on that finger. It's a signal to other lesbians that they like women but are in the closet. Not many people outside the life style know about it." Jason looked right at them.
"How..." Dean started to ask before Jason cut him off.
"I dated a few bisexual women, and one lesbian who didn't know yet that what was wrong with sex with men was she wasn't attracted to men." He shrugged. "We talked it out and now she's finally happy with a girlfriend and life's looking up for her." Jason smiled. "But yeah. The women here in these photos were either bisexual or lesbians."
"Even so that doesn't mean the guys are..." Dean struggled to find a word.
"Not sure on all of them. But I do know that at least seven of the men were gay or bi." Jason flipped through photos. "These four were out." He pointed to various things in the photo around them. "Very comfortable with their sexuality and very open. Going so far as to wear pride clothing that you can see in the background." He pointed to it. "The next two have blue, purple, and pink belt buckles." They all looked at him. "What?"
"What does the color of someone's.." Sam started this time.
"Blue, purple, pink." Jason replied like it meant something. Sighing in frustration he pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's the bisexual flag. Homosexuals have the rainbow flag. The bisexual flag is a diagonal swatch of blue and pink cut apart by a diagonal swatch of purple." He looked at them. "Not everyone knows that and it works as a good way to stay in the closet and flash to people in the know that you play for both teams." He sat back and watched that sink in.
"But what about this last guy." Anita pulled the crime scene photos out on top.
"Oh he's a pain slut like Nathaniel and he's a switch hitter but he's also very discrete." Jason looked at them like it was as clear as what color each of their eyes was to him.
"How do you know that?" Dean looked at him utterly lost.
"His jeans."
"His jeans tell you all that?" Dean said with a tone that clearly said he didn't believe and didn't get it.
"Here, I'll point it out." Jason moved the photo till they could see the back pockets of the man's jeans that were laying next to his naked corpse. "See what's in the back pocket?"
"Yeah some of the little hankies we found at the scenes of a few of the other guys' murders. Different colors and such." Dean frowned. "So?"
"Each color means something different." Jason responded. "These here in this order layered like this means that this guy was gay but hiding from everyone who knew him. He was into pain, it got him off, by it's placement I'd say he was VERY into pain. But he was a switch hitter. Meaning he could be the guy inflicting the pain on another guy or he could be the one being hurt by the other guy. Either floated his boat. And this one here means that he doesn't kiss and tell so if you're into the scene but not out, he'd never give you up in a court of law."
"Wow." Sam sat back. "Then most of the guys had something on them or at the apartment to signify they were either gay or bi." He looked around the room. "We have a pattern." He sounded happier.
"Oh that's not the only thing." Jason licked his lips and sighed. "These four were lycans." He pointed to the last four murders.
"How do you..."
"Our last Ulfric was making pacts with as many groups as he could in the surrounding areas. I'm very good with faces." Jason looked at each of them. "I'd seen these four at the meetings. You're looking at three Werebears and a Wereboar." Jason licked his lips. "I'd suggest testing each of them. But I'd dare say they were all predator lycan breeds who were submissive and this guy is killing them because of all of the things that they have in common."
"God." Anita swore as she looked at the pictures again. "Nathaniel isn't to be alone till this guy is caught." Anita glared at Jason.
"He's at the club this afternoon and I'll pick him up to take him to your house after." Jason smiled as the waitress came back in with their order. After she left Sam turned to Jason and Anita.
"This is the second time you've both mentioned this Nathaniel." He bit his lip. "Someone you know?"
"My live in boyfriend." Anita sighed. "He sometimes goes out to clubs and used to pick up guys, but he's also a shameless flirt. Like Jason." Anita said with out changing inflection.
"I am not a shameless flirt. I still blush, but only at the best parts." He grinned.
"See what I mean?" Anita sighed.
"Yeah, it'd be a good idea to keep Nathaniel and Jason out of...." Dean started.
"This is my natural hair color buddy." Jason said as he pointed at his blonde locks. "Most of my home town has hair like this."
"He's right. His dad told me that not only did a common ancestor have a LOT of kids by multiple women before he died, but the year Jason was conceived, one of the local big shots went around the town cheating on his wife by screwing every woman in town. Jason's mom included." Jason nodded at that. "So nearly a half of the current generation getting ready to have kids looks like Jason."
"Wow." Dean sat back, his mouth full of the burger he'd been gnawing on.
"Yeah." Jason picked up some of his fries and started eating as Anita and Sam both sipped on their coffee.
***
Nathaniel sat down on the stage and looked Harry up and down. He bit his lip and sat there for a moment before he offered Harry a seat at one of the near by tables. Once Harry was seated Nathaniel licked his lips.
"I'm not in charge of hiring people." Nathaniel started.
"oh." Harry bit his own lip and looked down.
"And the manager isn't... well he's not awake right now." Nathaniel tactfully talked about the manager.
"Vampire?" Harry asked as he looked up.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"Oh, but I thought Jean-Claude was awake before noon?" Harry bit his lip.
"Oh he is. But he's not managing so much anymore. It's his second in command, Asher, who's mainly managing the club these days. While the circus is being renovated again." He added again.
"Oh." Harry sighed. "But would Jean-Claude grant me an audition?" Harry swallowed.
"I suppose. What animal are you?" Nathaniel tilted his head to the side.
"Animal?" Harry frowned slightly. "Oh I'm not a lycanthrope." Harry said quietly.
"Uh... you do know that this is a Lycan and Vamp strip club right?" Nathaniel frowned.
"Supernatural strip club is what it's billed as." Harry bit his lip.
"I'll give you that one."
"I'm magical." Harry blushed. "I have magic I mean." His blush never vanishing.
"And you'd be willing to use your magic on stage, but not on the audience?" Nathaniel eyed Harry close.
"I can use my magic to help take my cloths off, or even hide imperfections if you like. But I won't use it on the people." He nodded.
"Okay. Just being clear. Cuz using it on people breaks about a dozen laws."
"yeah." Harry licked his lips. "Can you call Jean-Claude?" Harry shivered from the cold.
"Sure." Nathaniel smiled gently and patted Harry on the shoulder as he walked by. "Wait here and I'll turn the heat up a little too." He walked over to the thermostat and turned it up, before walking out of the room.
"thanks..." Harry mumbled.
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Jean-Claude was sitting nude on his bed running a comb through his mass of raven black curls when his bedside phone went off. Picking it up he looked at the caller id and answered the phone.
"Yes?" His thick French accent very noticeable.
"Hello." Nathaniel's upbeat tone came through the phone.
"Ah, mon minet, what troubles you to call me from the club?"
"There's a guy here who wants to audition." Nathaniel swallowed.
"Oh?" Jean-Claude smiled, his voice like velvet across Nathaniel's skin.
"Yeah he... he wants to be a stripper here."
"Well this close to dawn, I'd say he isn't a vampire." Jean-Claude finished with his hair.
"He's not a lycan either." Nathaniel added.
"Then..." Jean-Claude frowned. "Why would he..."
"He says he's magical and he'd use it in the act on himself but not anyone else." Nathaniel said quickly.
"Ah. Can you bring him by the Circus, for a private exhibition, and I'll see if he meets my expectations."
"Yes sir."
"I'll see you when you get here mon minet, and if you take the standard amount of time Asher should be awake as well." Jean-Claude looked over at the naked body of his second in command, literally dead for the day. "Till you arrive."
"Bye." Silence filled the room as Jean-Claude hung up the phone.
"A magical stripper..." Jean-Claude laughed to himself as he contemplated the possibilities.
***
"The rain's finally stopped." Sam said as he walked in with a sealed container. "How soon do you think you can start tracking him?" He looked at Jason then.
"Just as soon as it dries up a little outside. The water can mess up the scent." Jason nodded as his cell went off. "Sorry." He picked it up and looked at the display. "Nathaniel?" He blinked before answering it. "What's up?"
"Hey could you come pick me up and run me to the circus?" Nathaniel asked as he sat on Jean-Claude's desk.
"What do you need to go there for?"
"Oh a new guy showed up today and he wants to strip. So he's going to meet Jean-Claude for a private audition." Nathaniel grinned.
"He's not a werewolf is he?" Jason panicked.
"Nope, magical human." Nathaniel replied.
"Okay." Jason smiled and shook his head at Anita. "I'll be there in a bit. I'm at the cafe right now."
"OH!" Nathaniel bit his lip. "Can you bring me a salad and a shake. I'm kind of hungry."
"Sure thing buddy. See you soon."
"Thanks." They hung up.
"Nathaniel has to take the new guy at work to see Jean-Claude about a job." He stretched and snagged one of Dean's fries before darting away.
"And you're sure he's not our werewolf?" Anita frowned.
"Yeah, Nathaniel was sure." Jason nodded. "You want me to come back after I run him to the Circus?"
"Yeah." Anita nodded to the other two. "Unless you want to follow us and we'll go out from the Circus."
"Wouldn't it be better to follow him from where he got into town?" Dean looked at Anita, trying hard not to stair at her cleavage.
"Let me see the cloths." Jason held out his hand. Sam opened the package and handed it to Jason. He stuck his nose into the package and breathed deeply, his eyes closed as he stepped back. "I'll go sniff around outside." He opened his eyes to reveal his amber wolf eyes. "I'll keep my head out the window if I find his trail and that way I can tell you where it turns off." He walked away, but stopped a short ways into the cafe and turned around. "By the way he was here about two hours before you guys got here." He sniffed the air and turned back to the door and headed out.
"Well shit, now we know he's here." Anita sighed as she put money down on the table and headed out after Jason.
"At least we have a lead." Dean nodded as they went out after Anita and Jason.
***
Jason had an ided where the rogue had came in the cafe, and then left and gotten into a truck that was leaking rather badly. He followed the trail with his head out of Anita's jeep till it turned from their course to Guilty Pleasures to pick up Nathaniel and his new friend. He loved how when his eyes wolfed out that color drained away from the world but smells had their own color. A wafting floating trail of color connecting things together. So now as he lead Nathaniel and the new guy to the car he had an upbeat take on things.
"You're happier." Nathaniel watched Jason.
"He's just happy he smelled where our perp went." Anita commented dryly as Nathaniel and his friend got into the back.
"Dude, you want to be a stripper?" Jason looked at Harry, taking in the fact that he was wearing a larger then needed pull over hoody that seemed to hide part of his face, and baggy jeans. "You dress more like a street punk." He commented and Harry visibly withdrew into himself, causing Anita to smack Jason and point at Harry. "Uh... sorry?" He sat down and buckled his seat belt. Not sure what had caused the kid to just disengage.
"Don't mind him. Jason just... isn't sensitive about things." Nathaniel gave him a dirty look over Harry's head.
"it's okay...." Harry's low voice was barely heard in the jeep. "not his fault." He curled in on himself a little more.
'Anita... what do I do?' Nathaniel thought at Anita.
'I don't honestly know... why's he getting so freaked out?'
'Dunno... he got touchy about somethings back at the club.'
'Try soothing him.' Was Anita's advice.
"It's okay Harry." Nathaniel held his friend close, and vaguely was aware of not only Harry's blush but the flow of blood moving to make Harry's pants tent out. Nathaniel smiled to himself and then cuddled Harry closer. Breathing softly and just holding Harry for the longest time till he finally calmed down.
"thanks." He muttered under his breath. And the car became quiet till they parked at the Circus and Harry and Nathaniel walked out to the side door where someone was already waiting for them.
"I'll call when we're done." Nathaniel waved to Anita.
"Okay. Watch out for a rogue werewolf." Anita said to Nathaniel. "He's trying to kill every sub lycan he can find with your tastes in sex." She eyed Nathaniel who nodded.
"No going anywhere alone. Gotcha." Nathaniel nodded before going into the Circus. Harry turned and looked at Sam and Dead, frowning heavily before going into the Circus.
"What the hell was that about?" Dean frowned.
"No clue. But we'll have to keep an eye on him." Sam shrugged as they moved the car to follow Anita's jeep.
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Agents	By : Notsalony Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter Views: 5351 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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