Code Name: Abracadabra

Disclaimer and A/N’s: I have been reading Janet Evanovich’s books, and this idea came to mind. Most of the characters wont seem to familiar but if you keep reading, you will see who everyone will be eventually. I hope it will surprise you all. Again, most KNOWN characters are not mine and I have no claim on them.


RWH

Code name: Abracadabra


She glanced through the list of names lying before her and smiled smugly at one. A deep red line was marked through it, rendering the name now null and void on her apprehension list.

Harold Mikkleson- Apprehended and booked on four counts of murder and criminal sexual assault. Apprehended by Abracadabra, special missions squad.

The young woman looked to the next name on the list and quickly opened the corresponding identification chart.

Adam Mosely- A small time thief, but full time drug dealer and supposedly a bad ass, street-smart kid. He had been unsuccessfully hunted down for four weeks before his file was handed over to her and her partner. They specialized in bringing in the most difficult cases.

This kid’s evasive ways were irritating the higher ups and, for some unspecified reason, they wanted him brought in. Like yesterday. Abracadabra frowned, studying the picture in his file.

Dirty brown hair and pale, almost amber colored eyes. She sighed, looking over his chart and photo. There wasn’t even a trace of anxiety or craziness in the boy’s eyes and she semi-growled with disgust. Tossing the file to the side of her desk, she decided that she would hand that one over to Mojo.

The movement of the folder stirred up the dust and she groaned, holding her breath until the dust settled so she wouldn’t sneeze. Some day they’d have to hire a cleaner for this office. Only problem there was that no one was allowed in the office except for Mojo and herself. She didn’t trust anyone, and her files were her property that she guarded with her life. Not to mention scores of wards and charms that kept out the unwanted.

There was way too much information in those files. Information that would cause the whole of the country to come crashing down if any of the information leaked out. Many lives and nations could fall in its wake.

Best not to let that happen.

She glanced at another file and tossed it aside as well. Mere burglary did not interest her either. She was after the big stuff. None of the charts in front of her interested the adventurer, the huntress in her. She was yearning for the danger. She’d leave that one for Mojo as well, may as well let him get some money rolling in this month.

She chuckled at that and was just about to give up for the day when she decided to at least look through one more. There had to be something of interest in these files. A serial killer, savage rapists, mass murderer…
\"Please let there be something worth wasting my day for.\" Abracadabra growled in irritation. Major criminals were what brought in the moolah and small time criminals like Mosely was chump change. That trip to Hawaii wasn’t going to pay for itself.

Choosing another file at random, she opened it up, her eyes immediately going to the charges listed. A smile forming on her lips.

Now this was more like it.

Six counts of aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, four counts of lewdness with a minor, five counts of embezzlement, five counts of soliciting a prostitute and five counts of rape…and…oh yes…this is MUCH more like it.

Six counts of murder.

She continued to read the charts and frowned. This man was a sicko to the extreme. All the charges were against the same family except for the soliciting of a prostitute.
The victim’s profiles read as follows:

Mother and father, murdered, mother raped. Three daughters raped multiple times, ages eight, eleven and fifteen, murdered. One son bludgeoned to death with a hammer and sodomized with said tool, aged 13, murdered

All victims DOA…Mursuspsuspect on the run. Just the kind of apprehensions Abracadabra lived for. She let her eyes roam over the picture, letting the name and address burn into her brains.

Ryan Corsonova
1254 Rose Wine Circle
Lava, Arizona

As good a starting point as any.

She took in the blue eyes and sandy colored hair and smirked. Oh, Yes, there was most definitely a possibility in this one. The hint of anger and just a touch of a dementia or derangement sparkled menacing in his eyes, just the type of man to get her blood going in anticipation.

\"Well, Ryan, old buddy, old pal. You’re about to get magicked. Abracadabra is on her way.\"

She palmed her wand after transfiguring it into a .45 and stuck it into the waist of her black jeans. With a twist of her hand, she had her long hair up into her cap and out of her way.
Scribbled a note for Mojo to let her know that the Corsonova case was taken and that she would probably be back by dinnertime.

Then she apparated to Flagstaff, Arizona.

****

1254 Rose Wine Circle turned out to be a sparsely landscaped, tan two-story house. All front and side windows were draped heavily, pulled tight against the mid summer heat. No movement of the drapes gave any indications that anyone was home unless you counted the one window upstairs at the eastern side where a light shone through a crack in the drapes. Odd that. Why in the world would someone use up unnecessary electricity when all they had to do was pull the drapes aside and let in direct sunlight? They wouldn’t if they didn’t want to be thought of as being home.

Abracadabra hunkered down farther in the bushes across the street where she was settled. She had her invisibility cloak draped around her to hide her form from prying eyes. A simple ‘do not notice’ spell would have worked for her sneaking but she didn’t take any unnecessary chances if she didn’t have to. Although she doubted anyone would recognize her this far from home but in her line of work, anything is possible. Who knew what kind of links this perp had?

An hour later, she settled down on the ground and pulled an object from her pocket. Muttering softly, the object enlarged and she quickly opened the flask and took a sip of the hot soup. Seemed like she was in for a long wait and she may as well get comfortable. At the moment there was no other indication, other than the light shining upstairs, that anyone wnsidnside the quiet house, so she may as well get comfortable. She could be in for a long wait and a numb bottom.

She would wait a couple more hours and see if anything happened. If not, she would prowl the neighborhood and ask questions. Then later tonight, she would return to her surveillance. She may still get lucky and see Corsonova enter or exit the building once the sun settled.

It was a typical hot Arizona day with the sun blazing down on top of her head. Her cap did nothing to protect her from the heat and she ran a hand over her sweating brow. Her hair, charmed this time in a short blonde pixie style shag, was plastered to her neck and forehead. Sometimes she missed England. She hated this dry heat.

Abracadabra, or Abby, as she liked to be called when on assignment, glanced at her watch and grimaced. She still had at least four hours until the sun would start to lower in the horizon. According to the weather channel, the sun would set at exactly 7:37 tonight and that was still some time away. Hopefully along with the coming evening, it would also bring some cool breezes.

She was just about ready to abandon her surveillance for the time being when the sound of an engine caught her attention. Her gaze swiveled back to the house just as a small red and black corvette pulled up to the curb before the house.

She watched from her hiding place as a man emerged from the car, gave a quick glance around, and wd qud quickly to the door of the house. The man was too tall to be Corsonova, but he could have an idea where Corsonova was. She watched the man unlock the main door and slip inside, closing the door behind him. She slowly counted to ten before removing the cloak and shrinking it down to slip into her jacket pocket.
Still leaving on the ‘do not notice’ spell, she moved from the bushes and crossed to the corvette. The car looked new and, as she looked inside of the driver’s window, she noticed several bags of luggage in the small back seat. Someone was going away on vacation it seemed.

Perhaps Corsonova.

She gave the interior another glance, but didn’t see anything else of importance before standing away and looking back at the house. Next door, an elderly couple moved out and glanced at the car with a look of curiosity. She watched them as they pointed and chatted before walking back inside.

Odd.

She knew that they didn’t see her because of the spell, so that meant they were quite intrigued with the car’s presence.

‘Hum…have to give that one more thought later.’ She frowned and walked towards the house. Time for a direct approach, now that she knew someone was at home.

She stopped at the porch and, after looking around to make sure she wasn’t seen, she removed the ‘do not notice’ spell and quickly smoothed down her black T-shirt and hair. Which was suddenly charmed into a black Egyptian style cut, more for the image, she thought.

Her finger reached out and jabbed the doorbell, waiting, forcing a smile to her lips. She conjured up a clipboard to hold in her hand. Her transformed wand, still in her waistband against the small of her back, still in the form of a .45, waited to be of use.

A mere minute later, the door opened and the tall man looked out at her with a frown.

\"Whatever you are selling, I’m not interested.\" His voice was clipped and cold as his eyes raked over her slim figure. She smiled wide and shook her head, raising her palm up in a surrender gesture.

Don’t worry, I’m not selling anything. I would like to ask you a few questions regarding Ryan Corsonova.\"

\"Ryan? Why are you asking about him?\"

Abracadabra handed him a card and smiled. \"I’m an apprehension agent. I need to find him. Do you happen to know where he is right now?\"

The man gazed at the card in disbelief, then let his eyes dart over her slight body. A grin of amusement crossed his face and he chuckled. \"Forgive me, but you are joking…right?\"

Abracadabra’s eyes narrowed and she squared her shoulders. \"I am quite capable of bringing him in, I assure you.\"

\"How? What do you do? I seriously doubt you can take on a full-grown lunatic like Ryan on your own. You have a team, right?\"

\"I am a team. I don’t need any help.\"

The man laughed loud. \"Right…you’re Wonder Woman, forgive me, I didn’t see outfoutfit.\"

Abracadabra sighed and shook her head, let the man think it was all a joke. It wouldn’t matter in the long run. \"Have you seen him?\"

The man wiped at his eyes, the chuckle dying away as he handed her card back. \"Go away, little girl. Let the men do the rough stuff.\"

Abby held up her hand and shook her head. \"Keep the card. If you do see him, give me a call.\"

\"How about I give you a call for something else?\" The man leered, causing his bright white teeth to gleam in the sunlight. The sight nauseated her.

\"How about you call me when you see him and I won\'t castrate you? Deal?\"

The man’s grin faltered and he took a menacing step towards her.

Abby started for her transformed wand when a crash sounded from behind the man and his eyes closed in disbelief.

\"Just get the fuck out of here and pretend you didn’t hear that…got me?\"

\"I don’t think so. I think you are harboring Ryan Corsonova and I want him\"

The man sneered down at her and she was reminded of a certain Potion’s master.

\"Well, fine then…go and get him.\" The man stepped back and invited her inside with a wave of his hand. \"It’s your funeral.\"

Abracadabra pulled the .45 from her waistband and pushed the bigger man out of the way to let her pass. Crossing the threshold, she first noticed a flight of stairs to her left heading to the second level. To the right was the living room. A dirty brown sofa sat directly underneath the window to her right and against the west wall a matching chair sat. There wasn’t a television present that she could see in the room. A coffee table was layered with men’s adult magazines and had burn marks from cigarettes left on the side to burn down. There was a multicolored braided rug tossed on the floor and under the coffee table she could see what looked like a collection of sex toys with handcuffs and leg straps hanging out of the brown box.

\" fuc fucking great!\" She muttered as she crossed the room to glance into the dining area and kitchen.

\"We can play, you know. If you want. I am very good at using those things.\" The taller man gave her a disgusting grin and she shivered. Given the right opportunity and the right person, she would have probably agreed. But this man was grossly disgusting.

\"Perhaps later…\" She replied noncommittally and moved to a door. Pausing to listen, she swung the door open to reveal a half bath and no deranged criminal inside.

\"No, really…I bet you are hot stuff. I bet you like to be tied up and used.\"

She gave the man a look that said ‘Shut up’ but the man just grinned, giving her the eye.

\"I can make you scream in absolute pleasure. I don’t do pain that well, but Ryan can. He’s an expert at the pain part. Perhaps we can get him to play too. What do you say?\"

Abracadabra cocked her head to the side as if contemplating his offer. It would get Corsonova out of hiding that was for sure. She looked the man up and down, sizing him up. \"Depends on what you got. Show me.\"

The man grinned, unzipped his pants and took out his tool, Abracadabra smiled and replaced her gun at her waist band. \"Deal…call him down.\"

The man shook his head. \"I want to see what you got first. Show me.\"

Abracadabra chuckled and without saying anything, lifted her black T-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor, her bare breasts jutting before her.

“Well?”

\"RYAN, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!\"

She turned as a voice came from above.

\"What the hell are you yelling at, Mac? Fuck, I’m supposed to be in hiding you know….\" The voice came down the stairs and the man with the voice paused at the base when he saw her standing there with her tits in full view. \"What the fuck is this?\"

Are you Ryan Corsonova?\" Abracadabra inquired as she turned to face the blue eyes of the maniac.

\"Maybe…who are you?\"

\"Abracadabra, Apprehension agent.\"

\"Great tits.\"

\"Thanks. Are you coming along with me, or will we be doing this the hard way?\"

Both men looked at each other as they approached her.

\"Most definitely the hard way.\" Ryan grinned reaching for her. She stepped back into the chest of the taller man. Mac reached for her transfigured gun and tossed it onto the chair.

\"You won’t be needing that gun, Missy… \" Mac grinned and pulled her arms behind her, causing her breasts to jut out. She smiled as Ryan moved closer and licked at her, playing with her pierced nipples.

\"Mmm…that’s nice.\" Her eyes locked to his and she saw something click in his head. That maniac look that she was looking for slid into place.

\"To bad you aren’t going to enjoy this, bitch.\" He raised a hand and backhanded her, jerking her from the taller man’s grasp. She fell heavily to the floor, knocking into the coffee table. She felt something pop in her hand as she made contact with the table and pain erupted up her arm. She had the taste of blood in her mouth where his hand had belted her.

\"Don’t kill her yet, Ryan. Let’s at least get some fun out of her first.\" Mac groaned, moving over to stand over her. \"I did tell you it was your funeral, didn’t I?\"

\"Yeah, you did. My mistake.\" She murmured as she struggled to sit up, only to be forced down onto her back.

\"Not yet…\"

She motioned a hand to him and grinned when he leant over her.

\"You want more already?\" Mac grinned down and pinched her nipple.

\"No. At least, not from you.\" She muttered and a grin flashed across her face. \"Stupefy.\"

The word was a mere whisper, but the effect was immediate. The tall man’s eyes clouded over and his face went blank. With a small ‘erp’ he fell over and lay still. Abracadabra raised a hand to her mouth and wiped away the blood before gaining her feet. \"Too bad you wanted to play rough. It could have been fun.\"

Ryan Corsonova stood staring in disbelief at his friend lying immobile on the floor. \"What did you do to him?\" His eyes flashed in anger and he took a step forward.

\"He’s been magicked.\" She grinned, stretching her hand out to the chair. \"Accio wand.\" She grinned as his eyes widened in abject amazement as the gun flew from the chair and into her hand.

\"Who the fuck are you?\"

\"Abracadabra…you’re worst nightmare.\"

\"Aw…Fuck.\"

\"Exactly.\" She grinned. \"Obliterate.\"