Rukia Kurosaki

Jamie blinked, then pulled the knife from her jacket. "A-aleksander?" She prodded the weapon, asking, "You in there, mate?"

Saves~

Foot to the face~

Thanks Ari~ ^^

Kick of revenge~

Uh, how about poke~?

"Karasu Naze Nakuno..." Sera rolled over and fumbled for her cellphone from the bedside table, one arm still draped over the pillow covering her face. "What, what?" she mumbled, groggily flipping the phone open. A few seconds later she bolted up and started to throw on her coat. "Third street from the station. Got it." Slipping her goggles on she headed out, grabbing the key for her motorcycle from the desk. Sera stretched and fixed her helmet's chin strap as she climbed on the bike. As a last touch she attached her transceiver to the lapel of her jacket, muttering, "I'm headed to the site now." After pulling out into the street, she added, "He'll be coming too, right?" A smile, hidden by her posture and helmet, flitted to life for a moment, unseen by the caller on the other end of the line. She glanced back as an RX-7 pulled onto the road behind her and the driver smiled. She glared at the person from beneath her helmet, her own smile long gone. "Great..." With a sigh Amuro Tooru set a tray of sandwiches on the table of a grumbling customer. 'Typical picky eater,' he thought. As the customer inspected the third incarnation of his 'ham and tomato on rye with swiss, no crust,' the waiter headed back to the kitchen to retrieve the order of an elderly man two tables ahead. "Karasu Naze Nakuno..." Startled, Amuro set down the empty platter he'd been ferrying the orders on and dug the phone out of his pocket, flipping it open as he stepped into the Cafe Poirot's freezer. "Hello. Ah, yes. On the move... I see. I'll take care of it." In a single motion he closed the cell, stepped out into the kitchen, and dropped his apron on the counter. "Family emergency," he muttered. "I'll be back for the night shift later..." Amuro put in his earpiece as he shifted into second gear two minutes later. Just ahead of him, a thin, boyish teen on a motorcycle cut off a blue convertible. He smiled and slowed, contented to inch along behind her on the way to his destination. "All set," he muttered. Subaru Okiya had finished brushing his teeth and was in Shinichi's library, absorbed in a mystery and a glass of Baker's Mark Bourbon when the call came. "Karasu Naze Nakuno..." Drawn from his book and glass by the tune, he lifted the cell phone from the table beside his chair, pressing the 'answer call' button slowly. "Ah, hello... I'll check that out... Really? That's amusing..." He headed upstairs and stood at the window, waiting until he saw a motorcycle pass with an RX-7 tailing it closely. "Very amusing." With a wry smile, Subaru added, "Uh-huh, I'll see to it." As he walked down the staircase, Subaru allowed himself a laugh. "This case will put everything into place..." At the Mouri Detective Agency, Conan's second phone began to ring, a familiar tune pulling Conan from his sleep.

I'll sign up~ ^^ This sounds like fun~ This is a good excuse for a fanfic~ xD As for a wishlist... whoever's stuck with me'll have to figure it out, 'cause I have no idea what to put. DC- related or especially Sera vs. Bourbon related anything would be epic I guess~ Bleach is my ultimate favorite, especially RenRuki~

"That's it..." A shadow fell over Erru's face as she drew her A.K. From the second the gunshot sounded, Erru looked away from the CIA agent, but now she stared fixedly at his executioner. "You are all..." She raised her weapon. "Worthless!" With a nod she fired at Saveli, not noticing the other small battles raging around each hostage, captor, agent, member, and comrade. She thought only of protecting those in the line of fire, no longer worried about the safety of the targets her boss wanted arrested. Running through the crowd she yelled, "You bastards aren't worth the mercy the men you've killed have shown you!" She ducked a punch and swung the butt of her rifle into Saveli's gut, spinning and executing a roundhouse kick that saw his face against the dirt. " As he went down she smiled and acknowledged Petrov. "You hesitated to kill... you'd make a great FBI agent." Erru tackled another member of Saveli's crew, knocking him unconscious with the side of her rifle. She stood and brushed herself off as her men oversaw the liberation of the hostages. "I want a fair fight, Raimir. Leave the childish games behind and take me on in a fair, one-on-one fist fight. You win, I'll let your men off with a warning. I win, I get you guys in irons..."

Regular ol' kick~

Jamie sat down at the table in the dining room. "Ari, ya've got to control that temper of yours. There's nothing 'ere for ya to be so angry about, an' there're kids here who don' need ta hear your swearing..." She sighed, "If I could help ya, I would, but you aren't givin' me a chance, yeah? Is there anything ya wanted aside from revenge on those who haven't wronged ya?" She leaned back in the chair and waited, her fingers drumming a beat on the table.

Jamie woke from a nightmare to crashing from the room Em and Misaki were staying in. She unlocked her door and flung it wide, skirting around the corner and slamming open Misaki's door. "Em, Misaki-?!" She froze and took a startled step back at the sight of the debris and the girls sprawled half-hidden beneath it. "An earthquake?" She shook her head, closing the door slowly. "The dead are just piling up with no breaks to investigate, yeah?" Jamie sighed and picked up her folded paper from the floor in front of her room, forcing the image of Misaki's entry wound out of her mind. "Who does this leave alive? Just Gracie an' Kevin an' me, yeah?" She bit her lip. "Them kids shouldn't even be caught up in all this." Jamie glanced out the window at the raging snow, ripping her paper in half. "Awright, I'm tired of people messing with me. Ari can't scare me, an' I'm gonna finish my job." With that she headed down to the freezer where Miss Scarlet's body was kept, retrieving her aunt and examining her closely, regarding the entry wound from a 'detective special' revolver with a sigh. "If they'd just tested for GSR on those present, they may have found the truth on the first night. Instead, there is this..." Jamie locked up the freezer and headed to the kitchen to meet Gracie and Kevin for breakfast and a discussion.

Jamie frowned as she heard Ari's voice, wondering why he was saying these things. "I'm a subject of his revenge? But I didn't vote against bringing him back... I don't even know how he died..." She sighed and took comfort from the feel of the knife in her jacket. "But a spirit can't be halted by a mere weapon." These words echoing in her head, Jamie locked the door to her room. She wanted to ask someone what was going on, but if only she had heard the words, they'd find her insane. With a sigh, Jamie wrote what she'd heard on a piece of paper and slipped it out into the hallway, folded with Kevin's name on it. "If Ari's addressing those he mentioned, Kevin may have heard it as well..." She sat on the edge of her bed and took a look at her diagram of the house, studying Aunt Scarlet's murder scenario closely.

Jamie pulled up her covers, trying to drown out the echoes of Brian's attempts at screaming. "God, this isn't going to end..." She paused to wonder whether he'd been innocent or guilty, but couldn't be sure of either.