A/N- So, much thanks to Slinky_And_The_BloodyWands for her patience with me as I tried to come up with a quick drabble to write. I don't plan for this piece to be very long, but I hope everyone will enjoy it! This story is set somewhere before the end of Angel Season 5 and before Season 2 of Witchblade.

Disclaimer- I don't own Witchblade. That belongs to TNT and Top Cow. I also don't own Angel. That belongs to Whedon. Makin' no money here.

I've been watching
I've been waiting
in the shadows all my time
I've been searching
I've been living
for tomorrows all my life

-- "In the Shadows" The Rasmus

In the Shadows

Irons smiled, answering the ringing phone by a single touch to his minuscule earpiece. Ever grinning, he reclined back in his leather, wingback chair.

"Go," he said, steepling his long, pale fingers, his eyes one the flickering flames in the large fireplace to his right.

The fire threw strange shadows about the room, making ordinary objects large, misshapen, and grotesque by comparison. He was sure his own shadow was looking much of the same, and that thought amused him greatly.

"Is it there? Do you have it?" an almost feverish, male voice breathed from the other end of the line.

Irons' grin was almost as grotesque as his shadow.

"Yes, I do. But I'm afraid there's a tiny problem…" he said, dragging out the sentence.

The panic from the speaker was tangible, even though he was on the other side of the country.

"What do you mean?" he demanded.

Irons crossed his legs, resting his head against the back of his chair. He tugged at the bottom of his gray jacket, straightening it, one part of suit that fit him rather well. He chuckled softly into the phone.

"A bit of red tape prevents me from sending your, um, requested item to you. It seems that someone of legal standing from your end needs to sign some papers, pushing its release. I can fax you the papers, however."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone while his client seemed to be considering his options. When he finally answered, there was the tiniest bit of a chuckle in his voice too.

"Not a problem. You have my number. Fax them as soon as you can. You'll have your money as soon as I have the item."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Irons said, standing. "A pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Knox."

"Likewise, Mr. Irons."

A small click singled that the call had been ended. Irons' grin had not disappeared as he approached the large, stone, coffin-like structure that lay in front him. He leaned forward, careful not to touch it, and examined the many intricate carvings and crystals that decorated it. With a scoff, he put his back to it.

"There's so few followers of yours left in today's world, Illyria," he said, seemingly to no one, "but I hope it will please you to know that the few that are left, pay a wonderful sum for you."

End Notes: Well, I hope that wasn't pointless. And I hope you all enjoyed. Please review!