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Summary: A series of ficlets written for the Holiday FFA 2004.

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Multiple Crossings > Multiple Pairings > Ficlet Collections - FFA(Site Founder)JinniFR18126,9660165,95729 Nov 0410 Dec 04No

Winter Wonderland

Title: Strategic

Author: Jinni

Rated: Pg13

Characters: Lilah, Cole Turner

Disclaimer: All things BtVS/AtS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things Charmed belong to Spelling Entertainment, et al.

Distribution: The normal places.

Author’s Note: #14 in the TtH Holiday FFA.

Summary: Lilah Morgan never plans on losing. Winning is the only strategy she knows.

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She smiled coolly at Assistant District Attorney Cole Turner as he stepped into the office she’d been assigned upon reaching the San Francisco branch of Wolfram and Hart. It came nowhere close to measuring up to the standards of her normal office, back in Los Angeles, but it would do for now.

It wasn’t as though she planned on being here that long anyway. Her strategy was to get in, get on with things, and then get back to LA as soon as possible.

“Ms. Morgan,” he greeted her, seemingly cheery enough on the surface. A warm smile, a firm shake. His eyes sparkled and she would have called it good humor on anyone else.

But she knew better.

She knew all about this man that was taking a chair across from her. Her lackeys and henchmen were very good at finding out every little detail about a person’s life. The sorcerers at the LA office could trace past lives, even, if the need called for it. It hadn’t, in this case. Because the man in front of her wasn’t a man at all… and the life he led now was the only life he’d ever had.

Pity he wasn’t aware that she knew all that.

“The city is willing –“

“The city has nothing on my client,” Lilah cut him off with a wave of her hand, her smile growing that much colder. “Except for you, of course. You’re a very good lawyer, Mr. Turner.”

“Cole, please. You say Mr. Turner and I start wondering when I got so old.”

His good old boy charm didn’t phase her in the least, though she did smile a little more at the irony of his words. ‘So old’ indeed.

“And we do have a tight case against your client,” Cole continued. His briefcase remained on the floor next to his chair. Whatever he’d brought along with him for this meeting, he wasn’t going to be sharing it with her. “We have evidence of his link to the murder victims. Evidence that he was at the final crime scene. And we found left over Christmas decorations in his home. The same decorations that he used for his little.. nativity scene?”

He looked too smug. Far too smug for Lilah’s liking. Yes, her client was guilty. He was one of those not-so-rare demons that got off on playing with his food. That was the only theory they’d been able to come up with for why he’d chosen to decorate city hall for the holidays with the decaying corpses of his last series of victims.

Still…

She stood up, hands in her trouser pockets. “My client will not be going to jail for this, Cole.”

Eyebrows rose, his composure slipping just a little bit. “And why is that?”

“’Tis the season?” Lilah shrugged, nearing his chair with every step. She glanced down, a smile curling at her lips. So that little weasel of a handyman had made the modifications to the office that she had requested.

Perfect.

She dipped her toe into the slight indent in the floor, pushing the seemingly decorative crystal in the floor into place.

“What the hell –“ Cole jumped up, eyes flashing dangerously as a crystal cage snapped into place around him.

Lilah smiled. “Now… how about we make a deal… and then talk about your own personal prospects with Wolfram and Hart, hmm? A demon of your caliber is wasted working for the District Attorney’s office.” She looked over him slowly, drinking in his tall frame with her eyes. Her tongue snaked over her lips as she met his eyes again. “And we could have so much fun playing on the same team.”

~*~End Ficlet~*~
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