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Three Cases and a Wedding (An Iona Beddau Adventure) By Julie O Edited By Robert Arnold (This story includes characters from The Turbulence Series, Wild Card, Targets, Twins, and the Julieverse) Jen Stevens appears courtesy of Robert Arnold Chapter 1 "You ready?" asked my mother, Fiona Beddau, who was sitting next to me in court. "Sure," I replied. I was then called by the prosecutor to take the stand. Being this was a magical court the swearing in process was a little different than a mortal court; instead of swearing to tell the truth, an honesty spell is cast to ensure that the truth is told. In fact it makes telling a lie impossible. The prosecutor was a woman named Verna Vasquez. "Ms. Beddau please tell us what happened the night you arrested the accused." "I was working a stakeout with my partner, Connor Locksley. I watched as the accused departed her club and headed to The Majestic Hotel with a young man, later identified as James Collins," I stated. "And what is the significance of The Majestic Hotel?" asked Verna. "It has been the location for numerous illegal transformations," I replied. The "accused" was a woman named Tori Black. She ran a local night club and a prostitution ring. The reason this case was being handled by the magical court system was that she had been transforming local males into female and transgendered prostitutes. The previous witnesses had gone over this part of the trial in great detail. "And what did you do next?" "I followed her inside," I replied. "I trailed her up to her room where I detected the transformation spell by using a standard recognition crystal. The spell had not yet been used and I called for backup." The spell that Tori was using was very powerful because it contained several controlled substances. The crystal detected these ingredients. I noticed Tori lean over and whisper to her lawyer who just nodded, but didn't make any objections. "Yet you didn't wait for backup, is that correct?" asked Verna. I nodded. "The crystal changed color from violet to red, showing that the spell was about to be cast. I notified Connor who immediately authorized me to stop her." "And what did you do?" asked Verna. "Did you knock the door down?" "No, I first cast a protection spell and then I knocked on the door," I replied. "I pretended that I was looking for someone." "And did the accused open the door?" I shook my head. "Not initially, but I kept knocking on the door and...well I began to shout." "What did you say?" asked Verna. "I claimed to be a very angry girlfriend. I beat on the door and shouted that I saw my boyfriend go in there with another woman. I was making quite a scene and I called them a few names. I suspected that Tori wouldn't want hotel security to arrive to break up the commotion." "So what happened next?" "The door opened and Tori told me to go away...or I would regret it the rest of my life," I replied. "I continued to shout for my 'boyfriend' to come out of hiding. I also called Tori a few unflattering names." There were some smiles and stifled snickers from the jury. "What did the defendant do when you refused to leave?" "She tried to immobilize me with a spell... but it was a weak spell designed only for mortals and thanks to my protection spell it had no effect on me," I replied. "And after she cast the spell, what did you do next?" "I returned the favor except my spell was stronger... and I froze her in place," I answered. "I then entered the room and checked on the male. He was tied up on the bed and unconscious. There was a bottle that looked as if it contained a liquid form of the transformation spell on the night stand. There were also appliances on the dresser. I notified Connor what happened and waited for his arrival." "What do you mean by appliances?" she asked. "Ridiculously large breasts and a vagina; the material appeared to have been soaked in the transformation spell. They appeared to be similar to the ones used on others," I replied. "Are these the items?" she asked as she pointed to a table that held the evidence. "Yes," I replied. "Thank you, Iona, I have no other questions," stated Verna. The defense attorney stood up and approached the witness stand. "You said that the defendant cast a spell on you, yet it didn't work because it was a spell designed for mortals, is that correct?" I nodded. "Along with the protection spell that I had cast." I then described the protection spell in detail. The layer scratched her head. "I don't understand...on the one hand you claim that my client is a very dangerous and skilled sorceress and on the other you claim she used the wrong type of spell on you...if she's as accomplished as you and the prosecution say she is, why didn't she detect your aura?" I wasn't that surprised that this came up. Thanks to my unique background I didn't project a magical aura even though I had very strong powers. "I cannot answer that question in open court," I replied. "Cannot or will not?" asked the defense attorney. Verna immediately objected. The judge looked over at me with a confused look on his face. "What do you mean Ms. Beddau?" he asked. I repeated my early answer. "Will you answer it in closed chambers?" he asked. "Yes, your honor," I replied. Five minutes later I was standing in front of the judge along with my mother, Verna, and the defense attorney. "Before she answers, I need you three to sign these forms of nondisclosure," stated Fiona. The judge was about to protest until he read that the form was from the high council. The three signed the forms without protest. No one disobeyed the high council. Also I should point out that the forms were also magical. If any of them broke the privacy statement their life would get very complicated. The forms had a protection spell that would cause them to suffer from a severe memory loss. The problem was the spell wasn't exact and the memory loss could wipe out anywhere from a few hours to a few months; needless to say this was sufficient to keep people from violating the privacy act. "The reason that I don't project an aura is that I was once a mortal male," I stated. I then told them how I was had once been a man called Roger Lyons and I had been involved in a body swap with the original Iona Beddau. I shouldn't have acquired her powers, but I did because it turned out that my family had repressed powers inherited from my great grandmother. "I can understand why the council is determined to keep this a secret, it does give you a distinct advantage in undercover work," stated the judge. He rubbed his chin for a moment. "It also has no bearing on this case. The defendant exposed her powers first." The defense attorney reluctantly agreed. We returned to the courtroom and the trial continued. The defense attorney had a few other questions, but I easily answered them. When I left the stand I glanced over at Tori. She stared back at me with pure hatred. Oh well, I didn't go into law enforcement to make friends. Chapter 2 "How'd I do?" I asked Fiona as we walked out of the courtroom. "Very good," she replied. "Thanks for flying in to be here with me," I replied. Fiona smiled back. "I'm happy you called me." "So what do you think of the case?" I asked. She rolled her eyes. "It's a waste of time; I don't know why the defense hasn't tried to make a deal." I nodded. "So what do you think her punishment will be?" "Severe. She used banned spells and what makes it worse is that they cannot be reversed," said Fiona. "You want some coffee?" I asked. "I'm buying." Fiona smiled back. "I'd like that." We stopped in the courthouse coffee shop and placed our order. "What can be done for the victims?" I asked. Fiona sighed. "Those that have been totally transformed into women will have to live out their lives as female. We have been able to restore their intellect and lower their sex drive. Some have requested memory spells to wipe out their recollections of what was done to them." "I'm surprised that they all haven't," I replied. "What about Autumn?" Autumn had been one of Tori's victims. He had once been an adult male called Aaron and Tori had transformed him into a transgendered teen called Autumn. "She's undergoing therapy," replied Fiona. "Afterwards if she wants, we will transform her into a complete female." I nodded. Our names were called and I went up and picked up our coffee. The courthouse was known for its excellent coffee. "Thank you," she stated as I handed her the cup of coffee. "So how's the rest of your life going?" "Oh just great," I replied with sarcasm. "My wedding...correction 'weddings' are in three weeks and I'm involved in two major investigations...other than that nothing much is happening." Yes, Bill and I were finally getting married. We were having two ceremonies, a normal mainstream one and a magical one. The first one would take place in Coronado on the beach and would include all the standard wedding ceremony bells and whistles. I had friends and family flying in from all over for it. The second ceremony...the magical one... would take place at night and would be more private. Fiona smiled. "You're doing fine." I reluctantly nodded as I took a sip of my coffee. "You're right...I'm actually enjoying all this." "How do you like working with Conner?" she asked. "He's impressive... I learn something new everyday...I can also see why Aunt Kayla is so in love with him," I replied. "I'm happy for her," replied Fiona. "What about you, Mom?" I asked. She smiled back. "I like that you call me that now...well, I'm sort of seeing someone." Fiona and I had slowly been building up a relationship. It still has a way to go, but I was becoming closer to her. "Really?" I asked as I broke out in a smile. "Tell me about them?" "We've just gone out to dinner a few times. His name is Bryan Wayne...he's a doctor." "Cool, when do I meet him?" I asked. "I was hoping that I could bring him to your wedding," she stated. "Absolutely," I replied. "Thank you," she replied as she took a drink. "I know that our relationship is complicated, but I want you to know that I'm very proud of you...as your friend and as a mother." It was all I could do to not break out crying. "Thank you, Mom," I replied. Chapter 3 We had just finished our coffee when Connor walked into the coffee shop. "The defense just requested a meeting with the prosecutor," he stated. Fiona gave a knowing smile. "What do you think?" I asked. "I suspect that your testimony was the final nail in the coffin so to speak. Tori can't afford to take the stand...not with a truth spell in place," he replied. "So if she makes a plea, what do you think she'll get?" I asked. "I don't know, but considering the number of victims in this case...it will be severe," he replied. In human court, serve would mean life without parole...in a magic court it could mean transformation into some sort of lower species for life or even something worse. "Well, she hurt a lot of people...I hope she gets the book thrown at her," I replied. Connor nodded. "There's no sense in us staying around here...Verna will call us as soon as the deal is over. We should go back to the office; you can give me an update on your other cases." I hugged Fiona goodbye and Connor and I drove to our office. Chapter 4 I have to admit that I found it slightly amusing that an entire magical judicial system existed secretly alongside the mortal legal system and that most people were none the wiser. An agreement had been reached decades ago to distribute cases to the correct justification. I currently worked as an investigator for magical cases. Once we caught the perp it was decided who would prosecute. I loved my job and was... not to sound like I was bragging...quite good at it. I had been studying to be a lawyer, but I found that this was my true calling. Besides my future husband was currently an assistant DA for San Diego. He handled mortal cases, but sometimes he acted as a go between for the two legal systems. While Connor and I mainly worked magical cases, there were many in the San Diego Police Department who handled both types of cases. Some of these officers had powers and some didn't. The benefit of working with the mortal legal system was that it helped to keep cases involving magic out of the news. While many people could handle the fact that magical beings lived alongside them...these people were in the minority. I also learned that most people were perfectly happy to be in the dark. The truth is, most magical folk just want to live out their lives in peace. The trouble was that when the laws were violated there was usually a lot of damage...and many people ended up hurt or in some cases dead. Even though we worked out of San Diego, we handled cases all over the country as not every city was as progressive as San Diego. The High Council had decreed that magical folk should obey all laws and this gave us the authority to prosecute. We entered our office and sat down. I stared my computer and logged in. "Which case do you want to hear about first?" I asked. "Let's talk about Miranda Stroud," he stated. I nodded as I called up the file. Miranda Stroud was a young woman...human...who had discovered that she had an ability to use magic. This was rare, but not illegal. We only got involved when the magic was used to hurt others or break the law. In Miranda's case she had transformed a young man into a woman...not out of revenge or anything like that...she just wanted to see if the spell worked. It was a pretty selfish and stupid act. However Miranda hadn't changed him completely into a woman...her victim needed SRS to complete the transformation. "I'm going over to talk to the one who was transformed...Molly Phillips tomorrow and then I'll go question Miranda," I said. "There hasn't been any other misuse of magic reported." He nodded. "Hopefully this one won't have to go to trial." Many of our cases were handled without going to court. This usually involved confiscating of materials and spell books. In rare cases the perpetrator was punished on the spot. I had been involved in a few cases like that and they were usually pretty scary. "What about the other one?" he asked. I sighed as I called up the case. "Bromberg, Inc is suspected of using a spell to boost the drive and initiative of management by stealing it from other employees. The side effect is that the victim is both feminized and made very obedient and submissive. The spell being used is irreversible," I read aloud. "They recently opened a new branch here in San Diego, right?" he asked. I nodded as I scrolled down. "The manager is named Pamela Kennedy...a scan of her showed that she has used the spell to boost her status," I read. "The company's new office now has over sixty employees and is due to expand to another hundred over the next two years." "Is Pamela human?" he asked. "She isn't magical...after what she's done to her employees I wouldn't exactly call her human either," I replied. Connor actually smiled at that one. "We know she transformed her first personal assistant when she came out here...his name was David Chambers...it's now Gina Brody as she left the company and got married. Pamela's newest assistant has also been transformed and is named Kelly." "And this is being done at all Bromberg offices?" he asked. "Yep," I replied. "We did get a tip that they have a sorceress on the payroll and that she's due to come out here next week." "Okay, why don't you take the Miranda case yourself and we'll take the Bromberg one together," he stated. "Cool," I replied. Chapter 5 I drove over to see Molly Phillips the next morning. She lived with her roommate, a woman named Sharon Richards. From our file I knew that Sharon knew about Molly's transformation. The two women greeted me and invited me into their apartment. In cases like this I found it was easier to just tell the people involved the truth about my visit. I mean, they obviously knew that magic existed and it seemed insulting to lie to them. "To be honest, I've sort of expected someone to show up one day," said Sharon. "So what are you going to do to Miranda?" asked Molly. "That depends on Miranda...and you," I replied. "You mean, do I want her punished?" asked Molly. "You have the right to file charges against her," I replied. "We have a legal system to handle cases like yours." Molly looked at Sharon and then back at me. "If you had arrived soon after she changed me I would consider it...but I've sort of moved on with my life," replied Molly. She went to explain how she had been financially compensated by Miranda. She had enough money to complete her post graduate degree and to pay for her surgery. She had also come out to her family and for the most part they had accepted her. "I'm not saying that it has been easy," continued Molly. "I'm still in therapy for the sexual assault...too bad he didn't use magic...I would definitely press charges against the bastard." "I understand that he's in prison," I stated. Molly nodded. "Yes, he got a nice long sentence. I hope he dies there." "And what about Miranda?" I asked. "She has kept her word to stay away from magic...we took all her books and notes," said Molly. "Really?" I asked. Sharon nodded. "Do you want them?" "Yes, that would make my job much easier," I replied. Sharon got up and returned a short time later with a large box that was filled with books and papers. "We made her give us them," said Sharon. "Of course, she might have acquired others since then." Molly shook her head. "No, I doubt that...I honestly think she changed. I mean, I doubt that I'll ever fully forgive...or even understand why she did this to me...but I think she realized the pain she caused. I also think she's frightened by what she did." "I hope you're right," I replied. "So what are you going to do now?" asked Molly. "I'll go over and talk to her," I replied. "Can I go with you?" asked Molly. It wasn't against the rules and it would make it easier so I agreed. Chapter 6 We drove over to Miranda's home together. "So how did you find out about this?" asked Molly. "Or can't you tell us that?" I glanced over at her and smiled. "It's complicated...but we have agents out and about who let us know when they detect usage of magic." "How do they do that?" asked Sharon. "Magic leaves a residual force that can be detected by others," I replied. "Can you do that?" asked Molly. I shook my head. "The ones who detect it report it to us and we investigate it and determine if it was illegal. There are rules for the use of magic." "Do you have powers?" asked Molly. I nodded as I didn't see any reason to lie to them. "So you have to follow the rules too?" asked Sharon. "The rules are even stricter for those with powers as we're taught responsibility...someone like Miranda is cut more slack because she wasn't." We arrived at Miranda's home and stepped out of the car...and I froze as I sensed that others had gotten here before we did. I also realized that all three of us were in extreme danger. "Get back in the car," I stated. "What's wrong?" asked Molly. "Please...just do as I say," I said as I walked towards Miranda's front door. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that they were doing what I asked. I then cast a protection spell over them. Before entering the house I called Connor and told him what I sensed. "Are they in the house?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. "Do you think that Miranda is still alive?" "I...I'm not sure," I replied. "I'm sending backup," he stated. "I'm going in...there's a chance they haven't killed her...yet," I replied. There was a long pause before he replied. "Be careful." Chapter 7 The front door was unlocked and I quietly entered the house. I sensed that the Freiberg siblings were upstairs. They belonged to a clan that took it upon themselves to punish mortals who used magic. Their clan felt that it was a crime for humans to use to magic and the only punishment was death. They also hated those like me who worked within the law. The Freibergs particularly despised me as I had bested them in another case. It would be tough going up against them by myself, but I had an advantage, while I could sense them...they couldn't do the same as my aura was difficult to read. I cast a protection spell before walking up the stairs. It would guard me from any curses cast in my direction. It wouldn't protect me from knives and I knew that was Davin Freiberg's preferred weapon. As I walked up the stairs I could hear them throwing things around. They must have been looking for Miranda's books and notes...and that meant that she was probably dead. I reached the top of the stairs and walked down the hall to where the commotion was occurring. It appeared to be a bedroom that had been converted into an office. I peeked inside and saw Davin and Aila Freiberg tearing the room apart. I also saw Miranda's body lying on the floor. They had obviously tortured her before killing her. I glanced at my watch and wondered what was keeping my backup. "Damnit...the bitch lied to us," cursed Davin. "I told you we shouldn't have killed her before we found her books!" Alia snapped back at him in some language that I didn't recognize. "The hell with it...let's just burn the whole place down," he stated. "Then we go take care of her friends...maybe the one who was changed knows something," replied Aila. "Either way, I'm going to enjoy hurting them." I stepped into the doorway. "Still a sadistic freak....I see you haven't changed one bit," I exclaimed. "You!" shouted Aila. "No, it's Iona," I replied. "What are you doing here?" she demanded. "I'm working as a runner now...and you're under arrest," I replied. I was about to cast a freeze spell on them when Aila struck first, she threw a small crystal down on the ground and it immediately exploded into a ball of fire. The force of the explosion threw me back into the hallway. Thankfully my protection spell saved me from being injured. It formed a bubble of energy around me. While I wasn't injured I was shaken from being tossed twenty feet by the explosion. By the time I recovered the room was ablaze and there was no way I could get in. I rushed out of the house just in time to see the Freibergs escaping out the back. I was relived to see that Molly and Sharon were okay. "Are you okay?" asked Molly as she rushed out of the car to my side. "Are you on fire?" My clothes were smoking slightly from the explosion. "I'm okay," I replied as I pulled out my phone. "Where's Miranda?" asked Sharon. I shook my head. "Did those two kill her?" asked Molly. I nodded as I reached Connor and told him what happened. Chapter 8 "Are you okay?" asked Connor when he arrived at the scene. I nodded. "Just a few bruises...the spell saved me from being toasted." "Too bad it didn't protect your clothes," he stated. I nodded. My top was singed and my jeans had a few holes burned in them. They also stunk from the smoke. "Put in a claim...it's a legitimate business expense," he continued. "I'm more interested in getting the people who are responsible for this....they killed a girl...burnt down a house..." "We've put out an APB for the Freibergs," he interrupted. "I should have gone after them," I lamented. Conner shook his head. "No, you did the right thing and ensured that Molly and Sharon were safe. And don't blame yourself for Miranda's death...no one knew that she was in danger." "Yeah, but how did they find out about her? I thought we found the mole," I stated. Connor sighed. "Unfortunately there are those in our community who sympathize with the Freibergs and their kind. Sometimes it's because they feel that mortals shouldn't have access to magic and others do it because they feel it's the only way that someone will be punished." "Do you think that they'll go after anyone else?" I asked. "Maybe," he replied. "I want them," I stated. "You have enough on your plate as it is...don't forget you're getting married soon," he replied. "Do you think they'll go after Pamela Kennedy?" I asked. "I hope so, we've got her under surveillance," he replied. "I'll notify them to keep an eye out for the Freibergs. I'm more concerned that they may come after you." "We could only be so lucky," I remarked. Connor grinned slightly. "I know you want to take them down...but they are a tough pair...you might need help." I cocked my head. "Do you mean what I think you do?" He nodded. "And you don't mind?" I asked. "No, not at all. I have to admit that I'm a little envious that you are friends with one of them...we know so little about their race." "Okay, I'll give him...or it might be her...a call. But first I want to talk to Molly and Sharon." Molly, Sharon and their friend Kelly were placed in protective custody. The last thing we needed was the Freibergs killing innocent people. "Okay, but make it fast...our supervisor will want to hear your report," he stated. Chapter 9 "I'm sorry that we didn't get there sooner," I said to Molly and Sharon. "We know that, Iona," said Molly. "Are you sure that you're okay?" I nodded. "I can't believe that Miranda is dead," sighed Sharon. "We'll catch them...I know that won't bring Miranda back," I stated. "So what will happen now?" asked Molly. "You'll be protected until we catch the Freibergs...they think you have Miranda's notes." I told them why the Freibergs killed their friend. "So they're vigilantes?" asked Molly. "I guess that's as good of a word as any," I replied. "They had no right to kill Miranda." "They tired to kill you too," said Molly. I nodded. "It's my job...we have a bit of a history...they don't like me very much. I plan on putting them away for good this time." "You know, if it wasn't for that fact that our lives are in danger this would be pretty cool. I mean, when I was transformed it was a bit exciting to know that magic is real...and now meeting you and knowing that here are people with powers out there is fantastic. Oh, don't worry we won't tell anyone," stated Molly. "I know that," I replied. "Besides, who would believe us," added Sharon. Chapter 10 I had to head back to the office to change my clothes and to finish my report. I also called Fiona and told her everything. She was very interested in the crystal that the Freibergs used. "It had a horrible odor," I added. "Brimstone," replied Fiona. "Our tests should confirm this." "I thought that stuff was illegal," I remarked. "Very illegal and very difficult to acquire," she replied. "You were very lucky today, Iona. A brimstone powered explosion can counter most protection spells." "Is that why my clothes were ruined?" I asked. "Exactly," she replied. "Save them please. We can run tests on the clothing for brimstone residue." "Anything else?" I asked. "Not concerning work...how's the planning for the wedding coming along?" she asked. "You mean weddings," I replied. "Of course," she replied. I would be having two ceremonies; a large public traditional one and a smaller private event later that night. "Everything is going according to schedule," I replied. "Most of my friends will be arriving late next week. Jen Stevens used her connections and reserved a several floors of a local hotel. She's providing her jets to fly most of them in." "You're very fortunate to have so many friends," she replied. I knew that Fiona wasn't completely happy that I told so many people about my unique background. However, I wasn't worried about my friends...many of them had secrets almost as interesting as mine. "Are you still coming out next week?" I asked. "Of course," she replied. "I'm happy to hear that...I can't believe that we're finally tying the knot," I stated. "Bill is a wonderful man and you two make a great couple," she said. I knew that she really liked Bill. We talked for a few minutes. "Iona, please be careful," she stated. "The Freibergs are very dangerous." "I know Mom...I'm taking special precautions...and I'm calling in an old friend." Chapter 11 On my way home I got a phone call. "Hi, Iona, I got your message, what's up?" asked the woman. "So you're still a woman," I replied with a grin. "Of course...I mean I am going to be one of your bridesmaids and I wouldn't miss that for the world," replied Michaela. Michaela, who I also knew as Mick, was a nonhuman being that I had befriended several years ago. Michaela came from a mysterious race, sometimes called Travelers, which lived secretly among humans. They had the ability to shape shift and had extremely long lives. I wasn't really sure how old Michaela was, although in her current form she looked to be in her early twenties. "Of course...unfortunately I need you here sooner...the Freibergs are back," I replied. "Really?" she asked. I could hear the concern in her voice. "I had a little run it with them this afternoon...they tried to incinerate me," I continued. "Obviously they failed, but they did kill a young woman." "Does your boss know that you're talking to me?" "Yes," I replied. "My mother too." "Do they understand what will happen if I find them first?" she continued. "Yes," I replied. "They would prefer that you just help me catch them." "I'll be out there tomorrow morning," she replied. "Thank you," I replied. Chapter 12 I arrived at my current home and parked my car. As much as I was looking forward to getting married I would miss living here with my Aunt. I had lived in the Sunset Cliffs home with Aunt Kayla ever since the day I was released from the hospital. It was a very special place. As soon as I walked through the front door I was greeted by Salem, Tully, and Bran. These were the three cats that shared our home. Actually they were more than just pets. Salem, who was growing up into a magnificent black cat, was my familiar. Tully and Bran were linked to Aunt Kayla. "Hi everyone," I greeted as I bent down to pet them. Each had their favorite spots to be petted. I scooped up Salem and carried her as I walked out to the garden where I knew I'd find Aunt Kayla. "Hi," I greeted as I sat down. "I hear you had an eventful day," she replied. "Fiona called and told me what happened." I nodded as I pet Salem who had settled into my lap. "Have you called Bill?" she asked. "I got his voice mail...he was in court today...I expect he'll call me soon," I replied. "Oh, Michaela is coming out early." "Good," she replied. "You know what she'll do if she gets to the Freibergs first," I stated. Michaela's people had once gone to war with the Freiberg's clan and they had almost wiped them out. In fact, Michaela's people were feared by the Freibergs. "Hopefully it won't come to that," she replied. "I would prefer that this can be handled legally...but the Freibergs feel they can operate outside of the law. The repercussions of their actions could be disastrous." "What do you mean?" "If they continue on their killing spree their actions could be detected by the mortal world. We can only cover so much up. I imagine that your office has its hands full with this latest case." I nodded. We had a whole department that did exactly that. The official story of Miranda's death would be that there was a natural gas explosion. Just then my phone rang I pulled it out of my bag and saw that it was Bill. "Hi Bill, how was your day?" I asked cheerfully, fully aware that he knew what had happened to me." "Connor told me what happened, are you okay?" he asked. "I'm okay...I'm out a top and a great pair of jeans though," I replied. I could picture him rolling his eyes. "The real victim in this is the girl those bastards killed," I continued. "Why don't we talk about it over dinner?" "Sure," he replied. "You want to eat out?" "No, why don't you come over here and we'll throw some chicken on the barbecue," I suggested. I hated talking shop out in public as you never knew who was listening in. "Perfect," he replied. "I'm very happy that you're okay." "Thanks," I replied. "Love you," he said. "I love you too." Chapter 13 Over dinner I told Bill what happened and that Michaela was coming in to assist me. "Connor says that they've put out an APB on the Freibergs," I stated. "I'm just happy that you're okay," he stated as he checked the progress of the chicken. The cats watched patiently just in case he dropped one of the breasts. "I guess we have another mole in the system," I remarked. "We've always had those who are upset with illegal use of magic...but this act by the Freibergs might backfire against them....it was a very brutal act." "The fact that they tried to kill a runner won't go over well either," added Aunt Kayla as she brought out a salad. "They tried to kill me before," I noted. "Yes, but now you're a law enforcement officer," she replied. "The people who tipped them off may not have a problem with them killing Miranda...but killing one of us is going too far." I shook my head in disgust. "Murder is murder; it doesn't matter if the person is human or magical." "Not everyone sees it that way," said Aunt Kayla. "Chicken is ready," announced Bill. "Good, let's eat," I stated. Chapter 14 The conversation shifted to the wedding and I was glad to shift the subject. Our first ceremony would include people who didn't know about my magical heritage. Most of them were from Bill's side of the family. The only person that I had invited that didn't know the truth about me was one of my bridesmaids, Karen Miller. She was one of the first friends I had after I became Iona...and she had almost been killed because of my past. Thankfully she had a full recovery from being shot. She was currently finishing up her college degree. The rest of my bridal party was a very eclectic group. My maid of honor was Beth Williams, who like me had once been male. In fact, Beth, Bill, and I had all served on the same ship in the navy. The rest of my bridal party included many of my very wonderful and also very unique friends. I had hoped that my sister, Jenny would change her mind and also agree to be part of the wedding party, but she declined. Jenny was my sister from my old life as Roger. She would be at the wedding, but she said that being in the wedding party would cause problems with our mother. The main regret I still had from my transformation was that my real mother hated me. Actually she hated Iona as the person responsible for the death of Roger. Jenny and I talked about letting her in on the truth, but Jenny warned me against it. She said that Mom was a bit closed-minded and unlikely to accept the fact that I was now a woman...and that I had powers. What made matters more complicated was that Jenny was also developing powers. I reluctantly accepted my sister's wishes. Deep down I knew she was right, but I still hung onto the faint hope that one day I could tell my Mom the truth, Amelia Taylor was also coming to the wedding. Her adopted daughter Sarah would be the flower girl. Of course many of my clan was coming to San Diego along with a few other unique individuals. I was really looking forward to seeing Marny and Jacob who had been out of the country for the past two years, but more on those two later. Bill's family was flying in from Florida. Additionally half the DA's office was also invited. The second ceremony would be much smaller and much more private, which was good as it was supposed to take place by a fire at midnight. By tradition both Bill and I were supposed to be naked...we were still undecided if we were going to do this. I had nothing against it, but Bill was still a little uneasy about it. I didn't press him as he already had been very accommodating. "I told my parents about some of the guests and my mother is quite impressed," said Bill as we ate. "Is she a fan of Jen Stevens?" I asked. Bill shook his head. "No, she really doesn't care about movies...she can't wait to meet Hallie." I nodded as I remembered that Bill's mother was a college professor and that she taught ancient history. "She's read both of Hallie's books," continued Bill. "That's great," I replied. "I'm still nervous about meeting your mom." While we had talked on the phone, I had yet to meet my future in-laws as Iona. "You met my parents after we came back from that last deployment," he said. "I doubt that I'll bring that up when they get here," I replied as I winked at him. Bill rolled his eyes. "What I meant was you could see that they're nice people." "I know they're nice, but I'm going to be their daughter-in-law," I replied. "I just hope that no one asks when we'll be starting a family." "They promised to wait until the reception," said Bill with a grin. I stuck my tongue out at him. We had talked about having children, but we also agreed not to jump right into it. I wasn't against the idea of becoming pregnant, but I was in no hurry either. "I think you'll look cute with a big belly," he added. "You know...I found a spell that would allow you to be the one who got pregnant," I countered. "I would say that you wouldn't dare...but I know you better," he replied. Chapter 15 After Bill left I thought about how my life was about to take another big change. Don't get me wrong, I was deeply in love with Bill and eagerly looked forward to getting married. He was a very wonderful man and extremely understanding. He knew my past, both as Roger and as Iona, and was very accepting. The original Iona had a rather checkered past, thanks to some illegally used magic. I had done much to rebuild the bridges that she had burned and rebuilt our image and reputation. Only a handful of people knew the truth about my past. Even in the magical community only a few people knew that Iona and I had been involved in a body swap. Part of the reason we kept it a secret was that it gave me special skills. Unlike most people with powers, my aura was very hard to detect. This gave me an advantage in my current job. I could get close to my targets and not have them become aware of me. My powers also had changed. Yes, I inherited Iona's powers, but I also found that my family had a magical background. The combination of these two things had given me enhanced powers. I was still learning how to use them...in fact I was sometimes a little uneasy with them. I had to watch strong emotions and be very careful about losing my temper. Thankfully many of my powers were defensive in nature. I was a little worried about moving in with Bill as I didn't want to do something wrong. Aunt Kayla was very helpful when a new power emerged. She told me that I shouldn't worry as Bill was very accepting. She also told me that my cat Salem would be a calming effect on my life. Salem was my familiar and we had a very special bond. Familiars formed a link with their counterparts. Yes in many ways Salem was a normal cat...well, as normal as a cat can be....but she also seemed to know when I needed help...especially with my powers. It's hard to explain, but she seemed to keep me from losing control. Now, Bill owned a house in the Mission Hills neighborhood of San Diego. It was a nice area and I looked forward to moving in with him. We talked about eventually moving closer to the ocean as I loved hearing the sound of the waves. Thankfully Bill loved animals and he and Salem got along famously. Before I went to bed Aunt Kayla reminded me that I had the final fitting for my wedding gown the following day. The dress was several hundred years old and had been passed down from generation to generation. It was a white silk gown that despite its age looked very modern. "I just hope that those frost thugs don't interfere with my wedding," I muttered as I went to bed. Chapter 16 Conner greeted me as I walked into our office and told me that there was no sign of the Freibergs. "Of course this doesn't mean that they've left," he added. "Of course," I replied. "So do we still go and talk to Pamela Kennedy?" I asked. He nodded. "What time is Michaela arriving?" he asked. I shrugged. "She didn't tell me...all she said was that she'd be here today," I replied. "And you can detect her?" he asked. I nodded. "I can pick her up miles away...in fact I can pick her up further than almost anyone other than Bill." Connor nodded knowingly. "What?" I asked as I sat down at my desk. "Well, I read the report of the case you helped catch the succubus and you did have sex with Mick," he replied. I froze and stared back at him. I wasn't upset because he knew that I had been with Mick, it was just that I had never made the connection before. "Damn...so my detection skills are enhanced because I've made love to someone?" "Yes, is that so surprising?" he asked. I stared back. "I guess not...I mean it makes sense." "Does Bill know?" he asked. I nodded. "We don't have any secrets." "That's good," he replied. "So, why don't we head over to Bromberg and have a chat with Ms. Kennedy?" "What about the sorceress? From what I've read about the case Kennedy doesn't have any powers." "That's true, but by meeting her it will allow you to track her to the sorceress," he replied with a sly smile. "Okay...so what's the plan?" Chapter 17 We walked into the local headquarters of Bromberg Inc and requested a meeting with Pamela Kennedy. Her PA was a petite young woman named Tina Marks. I doubt anyone would realize that until a few months ago Tina was a twenty-two-year-old man named Tim Marks. Like her predecessor, Tim had been transformed by Pamela Kennedy in order to take his drive and ambition. The spell feminized Tim and turned him into an obedient feminized shell of his old self. From what we had learned, it was now common for Bromberg's management personnel to use this spell. So far we hadn't learned who the sorceress was who was working for Bromberg. What angered me was that we had determined that over sixty employees had been transformed over the past five years. We only learned of it because the founder of the corporation, Martin Bromberg had recently expanded his business and likewise increased the use of the spell. It was a particularly nasty spell as the transformation was initially slow and the victim was unaware of what was happening. It was also permanent. I hated spells like this as it made helping the victims difficult. "Ms. Kennedy will see you shortly," stated Tina. "May I get you some coffee?" "No thank you," replied Connor. I also declined the offer. Whenever we were on an investigation we never consumed anything that was offered us as you never knew what was in it. Five minutes later we were escorted into Pamela's office. From the look on her face I could see that she was a very confident...make that an extremely arrogant person. I suppose it was due to absorbing the emotions of the two men...but I also suspected that she was naturally an egotistical bitch. I would enjoy putting her away. "How can I help you?" she asked. Before we spoke Connor cast a spell that would ensure that we wouldn't be interrupted. Once the spell was cast he nodded at me. I produced my badge and identification which looked very similar those used by the San Diego Police. Conner did the same. "How can I help you Detective Beddau?" she asked calmly. "We want to know who has been providing you and your coworkers with illegal magical spells," I stated. Our plan was simple, hit her with the truth and hope that she panicked and contacted the sorceress responsible for the spell. "Spells as in magical spells?" she asked innocently. I nodded. "Yes, the spell that you used to feminized David Chambers...now Gina Brody and Tim...now Tina Marks in order to enhance your own business skills." She was a cool one and she tried to look innocent...but I could see fear in her eyes. "I...I don't know what you mean," she replied. Connor just watched as I interrogated her. He was reading her thoughts, hoping to pick up the name of the person responsible for this magical abuse. "Yes you do, Ms. Kennedy," I countered. I then pulled out my notebook and read off the details regarding the transformation of her two assistants. She tensed up as she realized that she was in trouble. "The misuse of magic is a punishable offense...even though you weren't the one who cast the spell. The fact that you benefited from it makes you just as guilty," I continued. "You can't just abuse others without paying for it." "What...what kind of police are you? May I see your identification again?" she asked. I showed her my badge again. "It's a real badge and we're real law enforcement...the type that arrests people who abuse magic. If you tell us the name of the person who gave you the spell...your punishment will be less severe," I stated. "Oh, and we already know that Martin Bromberg is involved and he'll be dealt with accordingly... as will all employees who knowingly used magic to advance." Pamela shifted uncomfortably in her chair. I could tell that she was thinking of a way out of this. "Ms. Kennedy, just so you know, we operate all over the world, so crossing into Mexico would be a waste of time," stated Connor. "International borders mean nothing to us...we operate as a global law enforcement organization." Her jaw dropped slightly as she turned and stared at Connor as she realized that he was reading her thoughts. "Will you tell us the name of the person who gave you the spell?" I demanded. "I...I can't..." she stammered. "Can't or won't?" I asked. She just shook her head. Connor nodded and per our plan I handed her a plain business card which only had a phone number on it. "You have twenty-four hours to call us and tell us what we want to know," I stated. "And if I don't?" she asked as she looked at the card. "You will be arrested and face full prosecution," I replied. "Trust me; you don't want to take the full blame for this Ms. Kennedy." With that, Connor released the spell and we departed. Chapter 18 "So did you get a good read on her?" I asked as we left the building. He shook his head. "Unfortunately, the spell has given her enhanced abilities to hide her thoughts. She knows who the sorceress is...but she kept the name hidden. What about you?" "I can still sense her...I guess it's because she's so arrogant," I replied as I glanced up at her office. "She will be easy to follow." "Well, hopefully she'll contact her boss...I'm sure that our person of interest will also soon know that we're hunting her," he replied as we walked to the car. "Wouldn't it make more sense not to tip her off?" I asked. Connor shook his head. "That might work with some suspects, but this person is different." "What do you mean?" I asked as I opened the passenger door. "She'll meet with Pamela and learn as much about us as possible." "And then she'll take off and we won't find her," I stated. Connor shook his head. "Not necessarily. There's a possibility that she'll just walk into our office and turn herself in." I cocked my head. "Okay, I don't understand. She obviously knows that she's broken the law...and she would also know the consequences of her actions. " "Not all magical people act the same way. While I didn't get her name from Pamela, I gained some insight...she's different...she's not a criminal like Keir or a monster like your succubus." Keir was the man...and I used the term loosely...who was responsible for the turmoil in the original Iona's life that led to my current situation. He was currently serving a very long sentence as a mangy female goat. "So what is she?" I asked. "I'm not quite sure...but she's not doing these spells out of malice...she doesn't hold humans in high enough regard to dislike them." "So why is she doing this to them?" I asked. "That's the question...I will need to place some calls and get our researchers on it," he replied. "So what do I do?" "Nothing for now," he replied. I was now totally confused. "I thought the whole reason for us going in there was so that I could get a read on Pamela and track her to the spell-caster!" "It was...but things have changed," he replied. "So what do we do about Pamela and the others?" I asked. "We will keep them under surveillance for now...don't worry, Iona, they will be punished for their crimes," he said as we drove back to our office. "So what do you think she is?" I asked. "Or aren't you going to tell me." "If I knew I would tell you. I suspect that she's very old...and very powerful...but I what I don't know is why she is helping Bromberg." Chapter 19 I was troubled by what Connor had told me and it was the last thing that I needed in my life right now...more stress. Granted, the wedding plans were progressing along without any major issues, but I still worried about every detail. Next, the murderous Freibergs were in the area and now this whole Bromberg situation. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was time to go for my final fitting of my wedding gown. I excused myself and headed over to the shop. As I mentioned earlier, my wedding gown was very old, although it looked brand new. It had been passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years, and one day it would be worn by my daughter. The seamstress was a woman named Leslie and yes she was magical. She was highly regarded in the magical community for her skills. She used her magic to shape clothing so that it appeared to be a part of the person wearing it. The top part of my gown had a tight bodice, while the lower part was flowing with yards of silk and lace. Leslie explained that the gown would appear to be too big, but once I put it on it would form to my body. It did exactly as she stated and it looked beautiful. Leslie was also pleased with my appearance. "I'm so happy that you're wearing this dress...I love tradition," she stated as she helped me out of it. "I'm happy with the work you've done...thank you," I replied. "It's my pleasure...you come from a wonderful clan," she stated. "Now, do you have everything else you'll need?" I mentally scanned the list. I had my lingerie, shoes, stockings, veil... "The dress is definitely something old..." stated Leslie. "The something new is taken care of too. What about borrowed and blue?" I smiled back. "Aunt Kayla and my mom told me they would take care of that...they're going to surprise me. My friend Beth said that she had a sixpence for me." "Good," replied Leslie. "It's a bit silly if you ask me," I stated. "Not really, almost all of these things started off as actual spells," replied Leslie. "Really?" I replied. She nodded. "Many so-called superstitions started as actual spells." "Cool," I replied. "So what's the purpose of the garter that Bill will take off my leg?" She laughed. "That's one of the few that didn't start as a spell." I smiled back and was about to ask her another question when I sensed someone, it was Michaela. Chapter 20 "Kayla said that you'd be here," she greeted as we hugged. I had grown quite fond of Michaela and I was very pleased to see her. "Did you have a good trip?" I asked. She nodded. "Excuse me, Iona, is she in your bridal party?" asked Leslie. I nodded and introduced them to each other. "Do you mind if we do the final fitting for her now?" asked Leslie. Michaela looked at me and smiled. "No, that would be great. The rest of my bridal party will be here next week," I stated. The bridesmaids' gowns were silk and were a pale green in color. They were simple in style, but I liked them. Chapter 21 After the fitting, Michaela and I left the stop and headed back to my home. Along the way I updated her on the Freibergs. "I should have killed them the last time," she stated. I knew that this wasn't just talk. "I know you want to arrest them...but I don't see that happening," she continued. "They don't believe in law...just revenge." I glanced over at her and she smiled back. "I know what you're thinking...but my people do follow our laws and while we don't always follow human or magical laws...we do respect it," she replied. "The Freibergs...and their kin only follow their own rules." I didn't reply as I drove. "Iona, you know they're going to come after you," she continued. "You think they'd risk it?" She nodded. "Unfortunately yes. This could get very ugly." "What do you mean?" I asked. "If they kill you then it could turn into an all out war," she stated. "Especially if they strike during your wedding." "They wouldn't dare!" "They've done it before," she replied. "That's what caused my people to declare war on them." "Tell me about it," I asked as I pulled into the driveway. "Let's go inside first, I suspect your aunt will want to hear this story," she replied. Chapter 22 Michaela was right. Aunt Kayla was very interested in hearing Michaela's story and she joined us in the garden. All three cats tried to sit in Michaels's lap, but only Bran succeeded. "Animals...especially familiars are drawn to my kind," she stated as she petted Bran with one hand. Her other hand held a glass of port. Salem jumped up into my lap. "Oh, so I guess my lap is better than the ground," I stated to her as I scratched her chin. She began to purr contently. "Anyway, I told you about the war between the Freibergs and my people the last time we met," stated Michaela. "Yes, it was when your people lived with the Norse," I replied. She smiled back at me. "Good, you remembered. Anyway we initially tried to stop their clan from attacking the humans. We tried to negotiate with them...and we even thought we set up a truce...but they just used it to catch us off guard." "What happened?" asked Aunt Kayla. "There was a big wedding planned that would have united two large families. The Freibergs clan attacked during the ceremony...they killed many innocent people that day. The survivors sought protection from us...and we complied." "What did your people do?" I asked. "They tracked the down the war party that had attacked the wedding. There were twenty in the war party and we killed them all," she replied. "The chronicles stated that my people killed all but three in combat. When they questioned the survivors they discovered that the only reason why the truce was signed was to get the humans...and us...to lower our guard." "Was this a reason to kill the three prisoners?" asked Aunt Kayla. Michaela shook her head. "Of course not...they were executed after they were searched. They discovered 'trophies' in their packs." "What sort of trophies?" I asked with trepidation. "Body parts, both human...and from our clan," she replied softly. "The victims were all women and children." "Women and children? Why?" I asked. "Symbolic, to show how they were killing the next generation," she replied. "Of course they don't do that anymore...but attacking at ceremonies is still something that they do." I turned to Aunt Kayla. "Michaela said that such an attack would lead to war, is that true?" She nodded. "And what do they gain from this?" I asked. "It would cause chaos and confusion," interjected Michaela. "It might even break up the pacts with the human...which would bring them much pleasure." "So what do we do?" I demanded. "We stop them before they attack," stated Michaela. Aunt Kayla nodded in agreement. "It's the only way." "And how do we do that?" I asked. "I'll call your mother," stated Aunt Kayla. "And I'll call my clan," she stated. "Will they help?" asked Aunt Kayla. Michaela's clan usually had little to do with the rest of the magical community. "Yes. I have told them of my friendship with Iona...and they are...intrigued. Our two races have much in common...and this might be just the event to bring us closer," stated Michaela. While I was definitely excited about the prospect of our two races becoming closer, I didn't like the idea of my wedding turning into a warzone. "We have less than two weeks to get them," I stated. "They are not going to ruin my wedding!" Chapter 23 I dropped Michaela off at her hotel room and then returned home. I wanted to discuss my current case with Aunt Kayla. "I just got off the phone with Fiona," said Aunt Kayla as I walked into the house. "I told her about Michaela's offer." "And?" I asked. "She said to accept it," replied Aunt Kayla. I cocked my head. "Um, did she say why? She must know what will happen if Michaela's clan get to the Freibergs before us." Aunt Kayla nodded. "Let's go out in the garden and talk." We sat down in front of the chiminea, which had a small fire burning in it. "Yes, Fiona and the elders know what will happen if Michaela or her clan catch the Freibergs first. It would prevent a war between the clans." I nodded as I absorbed what she was saying. "I see, it's unlikely that we can bring the Freibergs in alive...and if we kill them that might start a war, but if Michaela's people do it...it removes responsibility from us," I stated. "That's correct. If the Freibergs attacked you at your wedding...it would an act that we couldn't ignore. It has been many years since there was a clan war...and it was very destructive." "Okay," I replied. "I just don't like the idea of working outside the law." "Neither does Fiona, but it's better than the alternative," she replied. I nodded as I absorbed what she was saying. "There's something else," continued Aunt Kayla. "What's that?" "The elders are very impressed that you have become close friends with Michaela. We have had mixed relations with them over the years. In fact we know very little about them...we don't even know what they call themselves...in fact some in the council of elders thought they might not exist anymore." "My friendship with Michaela is genuine...and I want it to stay that way," I interrupted. Aunt Kayla smiled. "We know that, dear. We just hope that this can lead to better relations between our races. I suspect that the elders in Michaela's clan may have had a similar conversation with her. This act of cooperation to stop the Freibergs could be a big step towards the relationships between our races." "I see," I replied. "I would suggest that you don't do anything different when it comes to Michaela. I can sense that there's a strong bond between you two. In fact, it's gotten stronger since she has taken a female form...I would equivocate it to the bond between sisters." "That makes sense...while I liked Mick a lot...I'm more comfortable around Michaela." Aunt Kayla nodded. She knew about my past sexual history with Mick. "Okay...now it's my turn...have you talked to Connor?" I asked. She nodded. "So what do you think?" I asked. "There are those of us who have lived a very long time...and some have outlived their clans. They operate by their own rules and are very unpredictable," she explained as she handed me a Flash drive. "I have taken the liberty of downloading all we know about them on this." I couldn't help but smile slightly. I still couldn't get over how computer literate most magical beings were. "Is she dangerous?" I asked. "Usually they're not...but they are unpredictable...they also have very strong powers," she stated. "So...what do you suggest?" I asked. "Connor feels that she'll probably contact us and I tend to agree with him. I wouldn't be surprised if she sought you out as you are different from us." I signed. "Why couldn't this all happen AFTER my wedding!" "I feel that you are destined to live a very...interesting...life my dear." I sighed again. "What's that old saying...or is it a curse... 'may you live in interesting times'?" Chapter 24 The next morning as I drove to work, I sensed the presence of Michaela. The sensation grew stronger and I estimated that she was several hundred yards away from me. I didn't know if she had backup yet. I had to admit that I was curious about learning more about Michaela and her people. I knew they could shape shift at will. I also knew that while they preferred a peaceful existence, they were formidable warriors. I was also conflicted concerning the Freibergs. I really wanted to bust them...but deep down in my heart I knew that was unlikely. They had to know that they would face hundreds of charges if they were ever brought into custody and would most likely get a life sentence and for someone with powers that could mean hundreds of years incarcerated. If was just between the three of us it would have been different; but there was the possibility that a clan war could be started and that angered and frightened me. The last clan war had lasted over a decade and left hundreds dead. Each death only fanned the flames as it caused additional vendettas. If the Freibergs succeed in killing me then all hell would break loose. If they were killed by me...or someone in my clan...then the Freibergs clan could also declare war. If we arrested them, then we would have to worry about their clan breaking them out. I hated to admit it, but was starting to look more and more like the best option as to have Michaela's clan take them out. I then shift my thoughts to my other case. The files provided to me by Aunt Kayla provided me with some insight into our mystery spell caster. It also raised many more questions. The files told me that they always had their own agenda when they did someone. Most likely she couldn't care less about who bought the spell she provided and why they used it. The question was, what was she up to? Connor was already in the office. I like him a lot and was pleased that he was dating Aunt Kayla. Connor Locksley was the rare male with full powers. For whatever reason, powers in males were repressed and even if they developed them, they were weak. Connor was the one percent who had very potent magical skills. He was currently helping me develop my attack spells. I had a natural disposition for defensive spells, but as a runner, I needed to hone my attack spells. My biggest problem was learning control, especially with my emotions. Offensive spells could be tuned to meet the threat...when I got angry they went right to 11. Connor was teaching me to control my passions and not overdo it. Connor was one of the few on the force that knew my full background. It didn't seem to matter to him that I had once been a male. He had also known the original Iona and he was pleased that I had done much to improve her reputation. I also learned a little about his past. He was born on a small island off the coast of Ireland over three hundred years ago and had immigrated to the states just prior to the American Revol