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Not Always What It Seems

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This story is No. 6 in the series "Alissa's Interests". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The FBI has another case for The Lightman Group- only this one is hitting closer to home than Cal would like

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Television > Lie To Me
Highlander > General
ChristyFR18611,3790157,7496 Jul 1012 Sep 10No

Chapter Two

Title: Not Always What It Seems
Author: Christy
Rating: FR18- there be a bit of marital nookie herein :P
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these series....I'm just borrowing the situation for a bit.  I may not own the series that Alissa filters through, but the concept of her is something I came up with
Genre: Gen/AU Romance
Part: 2/7
Fandoms: Angel/Lie to Me/Highlander/Labyrinth
Timeline: After Angel’s series finale; After season 1 for Lie to Me
Series: Alissa’s Interests
Summary: The FBI has another case for The Lightman group- and this one hits closer to home than Cal would like

Not Always What It Seems
This is a graphic I made for this story...not that much but I feel it gets the point across. The pictures for Methos, Jareth and the Lightman duo were found via Google and are no property of mine. The picture used for my representation of Alissa (she's an Immortal, so hair color changes shouldn't be that surprising) is owned by Jonathon Bowser and the Photoshop brushes were found at Brushezzy.com


Joe Dawson about had a heart attack when Alissa and Methos literally popped in on him in London at the Watcher’s Council. Both the Immortal and Slayer sides had spent most of the past few years trying to get things back into working order after the attack by the First, which is why Joe had trained a replacement for his role in Duncan’s life and moved to London to help out. Thankfully, most of the Immortal Watchers that had perished had been of the “Let’s kill all Immortals” camp, so they weren’t missed that much.

“Must you do that?” he demanded of Alissa as he continued shuffling paperwork around on his desk.

Alissa grinned as Methos replied “We’ve gotta keep you on your toes at your age. Keep the blood flowing, you know.”

Joe snorted as he took some papers to file in one of the cabinets. “I know a few good ways to keep my blood flowing and none of them involve a witch popping in to visit and scare the living daylights out of an old man,” he rejoined, motioning them to sit.

The two Immortals laughed as they sat down and made themselves comfortable.

“So what has you guys coming over like this instead of through normal channels?”

“Well, for one thing, Joe, I’m still in Bangkok, officially, and secondly, a case that I was asked to advise on has me needing your help,” Alissa explained, handing over the folder with photos and names of the victims, ten in all. “We need to know which Watchers were delegated to these Immortals, to see if we can get any information from them. Normally, I wouldn’t bother, but this is looking like a serial killer case, at least from the viewpoint of the FBI. They’ve managed to keep this quiet, but I’m worried it might be a copycat of The Slayer case from LA…luckily that was just a human who’d been infected with the bullshit party line from your ex-brother in law. I’m worried this is an Immortal not bothering to cover his tracks, and the FBI still wants to know who might be doing this.”

“All right, let me just look them up,” Joe agreed, going over to his computer and started to input the names on the list. The other two watched with increasing concern as Joe grew more and more confused.

“Joe, what is it?”

He turned to Alissa, concern clear on his face. “None of the names you gave me are in our system as Immortals- not one.”

“So maybe they went off the grid,” she suggested, though she knew in her heart of hearts that was highly unlikely for this amount of missing people.

“Nope, sorry to disappoint you both, but none of them are in here. I even ran the facial recog software from what you and Charlie gave me- no dice. Not a single one of them was an Immortal.”

Alissa looked at Methos in growing horror. “Then we have a bigger problem than I first thought. If this isn’t an Immortal going for the One, who is it and why behead his victims?”

*****

Alissa headed over to Doctor Lightman’s house the next evening as invited, despite having to have gone back to Asia to finalize some aspects of her negotiations before flying home, so that there was an official record of her having come back to the States. After spending most of the night in London going over what, if anything, she could explain to Cal about what she thought might be going on, though she was as confused now as him as to who it was, they’d decided to use an old ploy that had worked before. “Here’s the information I’ve gathered so far- it’s apparently the adopted son of a man who went by the name of Kalas. Kalas believed here was a group of people who were watching and following him at all times, thinking he was an immortal being. We don’t know- there were psych evaluations of the father before he attacked a Duncan MacLeod in Paris back in 1996 and MacLeod defended himself, killing Kalas. I don’t know if the son was party to his father’s delusions or not and might have waited until he was grown to try and come after people who might point him toward wherever Duncan might be now.”

“So you’re not sure any more than I am whether or not we’re looking for an organized killer who is waited patiently for years to have his revenge for his father being killed or a disorganized killer who is just randomly finding connections to his victims,” Cal clarified, looking up from his own notes.

“We’re more worried that it might be the former, rather than the latter,” she agreed, praying to Lord and Lady that he’d believe what they’d spent half the night cooking up. But Cal caught on to something other than her expression. “We? Who else is involved in your assessment?”

“An old associate of mine- Adam Pierson. He has dealt with cases similar to this before, and he was actually in Paris when it happened. It turns out that he’s good friends with Mr. MacLeod,” she explained smoothly.

“Well, if this is someone you’ve worked with before, I will have to bow to your expertise on this,” Cal told her, just as Emily came into the room, a note in her hand.

“Em, luv, you okay? Have a good night at your friend’s?” he called out as she went by.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure,” she said absently as she headed upstairs.

Alissa put a gentle hand on his arm as he went to go after her. “If she’s anything like mine, a boy gave her a note and she doesn’t want you to stress about it. I know how freaked out Jareth was when one of the boys in the…area started showing interest in Amber.”

Lightman turned to her with a grin. “If he’s anything like me, he gave the little git a piece of his mind. I’ll just take this information to the FBI and you let me know when you have anything else, okay?”

“Certainly.”

*****

Alissa fumbled for her cell phone beside the bed while her husband grumbled from next to her. “Hello? This is Alissa MacKenzie,” she answered softly, getting up and walking out of the royal chambers to let him sleep. They hadn’t gotten to bed for quite some time that night, since Alissa didn’t have as much time to pop into the kingdom lately as she would have liked, so Jareth liked to make up for lost time every chance he got.

“Uh, Miss MacKenzie? Um, this is Emily Lightman, Doctor Lightman’s daughter?”

Alissa pulled a robe on as she walked out on the balcony of the castle to better hear the young girl. “Yes, I remember seeing you earlier tonight. What can I do for you?”

“Well, um, I found this note in my locker the other day at school and kinda thought I should give you a call about it,” the girl informed her hesitantly.

At this point, Alissa’s sixth sense was going haywire, but she gently urged the teen to explain exactly what she meant. “Well, the note, uh said ‘If you want to save the case and your family, keep Alissa MacKenzie away from it and your investigation.’”

Furious at whoever would try and get at her through not just unknowing mortals, but a young girl on top of it, she began pacing back and forth to try and stay calm enough to not alarm Emily. “Emily, have you talked to your father about this too?”

“Uh, yeah,” came out more of a question than a statement, which gave Alissa her answer.

“I have a teenager of my own, about your age, and whenever she says ‘uh, yeah’ like that, it usually means ‘uh, no’, so no, you haven’t told him yet, have you?” she asked again, the groan loud and clear on the other end. “Now, for me to begin to try and fix this, you need to first discuss this with your father first thing in the morning, and then I’ll be able to talk it over with him later, okay?”

Emily sighed heavily over the phone. “Okay.”

“All right then. Good night, my dear,” Alissa said, then turned at some rustling behind her to see Jareth coming up beside her, a smile on his face, as she hung up the phone.

“I was trying to let you get some sleep,” she groused as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply.

“You know I don’t ever sleep as well when you’re not there beside me. So what’s going on with this case of yours?”

“Things just got a little more serious- one of the players in this deadly little game seems concerned with me helping out on the case and threatened Doctor Lightman’s family, so I have to go try and calm tensions in the morning.”

“Until then, however, I do believe my wife promised to enjoy herself to the fullest while she was with me, if I remember correctly,” he said with a grin as he pulled her back into the room and slipped her robe back off. He left her nude in the moonlight streaming in through the windows, while palming her breasts, grabbing them just the way she liked it. Her head fell back on a moan and her eyes slid shut as she reveled in the sensations Jareth evoked in her. Oh, she enjoyed being Immortal and had had multiple lovers and husbands over the centuries, but what with Jareth being as immortal as she by virtue of being a fae king, she was glad to have found someone like him for the long haul.

“I love you. You do know that,” she whispered against his mouth.

“As do I, my Queen. Always and forever,” he replied, as he guided them both back to the bed.
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