Disclaimer: Neither Witchblade nor the related characters are mine. Although I don't like to acknowledge it, they're property of a bunch of people I've lost all respect for: Top Cow, TNT… You know the drill. I have to say that for fear of getting sued.

By the way, those characters you don't recognize… They're mine. Please don't filch my ideas (though I don't really know why you'd want to).
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Chapter one
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Sara Pezzini walked into her apartment and chucked her keys in the general direction of her kitchen table. She just didn't care right now; she had too much weighing on her mind. The only thing running through her head at the moment was her need for sleep. She was so tired and unfocused, she never noticed the note on her kitchen counter.
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Andie O'Rourke was doing almost the same thing as Sara at the same time. She didn't care what happened, she only wanted a long, hot shower and a few hours of sleep. Her day had been long and tiring, to be vague about it. She started her day off by wolfing down a semi-cold breakfast, tearing apart her apartment looking for her sneakers, and then got stuck in traffic on her way to work. When Andie finally got there, her best friend announced that she was leaving for Georgia. All day, she had been thinking 'Why me?'
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About ten minutes later, Sara was staring at her ceiling, caught in that awkward stage between asleep and awake. She wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse – she knew that if sleep managed to overtake her, the Witchblade would override anything remotely pleasant. 'Damn this piece of bewitched metal on my wrist! Oh, no. Please tell me that I am not starting to sound like Nottingham. ...That did sound like something I'd hear him say, didn't it?' Before she could continue the thought, her body finally gave up the battle of being awake and alert and she fell into a restless sleep.
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'I need a new job, or at least a transfer. Being a homicide detective around here isn't all it's cracked up to be…' Andie thought as she reflected on her day. There was that bad morning, yet another confrontation with her boss, her best friend leaving for Georgia, the requisite load of paperwork, and, to top it all off, there was that annoying Matthew kid who just couldn't take a hint. Being brutally honest with the rookie could do one of two things-- either create ten thousand more problems, or solve the current one. It was a risk that any semi-sane cop would be unwilling to take. But, then again, Andie O'Rourke was not semi-sane; she was absolutely sure that she was losing it.
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After Sara woke up, she wandered zombie-like out to her kitchen and rummaged for a cup of coffee and something to eat, missing the note for the second time. She let her thoughts drift, and really didn't care. If she was being mentally tapped, the person doing so would have received a large amount of static with the occasional question. 'What just made me think that? Oh, I need somebody to let me vent, understand and not really care that I'm probably insane. Somebody other than stalker boy and his master, preferably. I have problems. I'll admit that. I have a bracelet that not only changes shape, it gives me visions at the most inopportune times. I'm a homicide detective who's constantly being followed by an assassin. Anything else that I might have missed?' she mentally asked the Witchblade.
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Updated A/N (3-20-07): Hey, look, I came back and cleaned this up… Now it's not so hard on the eyes. And even though this has been up since some time in 2003… That doesn't change the fact I still live for feedback. I need advice, people. Please review?