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FIC: F*ing Lunatics Playing With Our Pickup Sticks
AKA That Crazy VooDoo Love

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FIC: F*ing Lunatics Playing With Our Pickup Sticks (B/crossover Scully) – part 13 of 20
author: docwho2100
pairing: Barbara/Dana (crossover with X-Files)
rating: R (for innuendo)
disclaimer: Birds of Prey and all its characters still belong to DC Comics and Warner Brothers. Chris Carter and the crew own X-Files. No ill intent meant just bringing the characters further to life.

Consensual relationship depicted between adult women in this story. If you have a problem with that or are under 18 please do not read.

Author's notes – Character thoughts are contained between ~ ~ symbols.

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Part 13

This was not what was supposed to be happening. The good guys were supposed to be winning. And yet this Voodoo gang, well that was what Helena had dubbed them, this gang was winning. Over the last week since attacking Dinah, they had become more and more bold.

Almost every night patrol consisted of unraveling the damage they were doing. Spreading panic and disruption. They just wanted to cause chaos. Helena had complained, why couldn't they just do a simple heist, steal something... but no, they always ended up just causing a mess.

One that the Birds kept having to clean up.

It was taking its toll.

Dinah and Helena were snapping more at each other.

All of the crime fighters had dark circles marring their complexions.

Even Dana's steadying presence was waning as the agent had been working with the Birds to try and settle New Gotham. Snipping had become the norm. And it was something Barbara knew had to be stopped and now. But when one is part of the problem, how can one find a solution?

"I think I might have something," Monica Reyes brought the book she was leafing through over to the table where Dinah and Dana were sitting. Barbara was apart from the others, scanning the monitors as the results from her searches continued to pour in.

"Really, yay, progress, at least someone..." Dinah gulped and swallowed her words as she saw Barbara turn and give the blonde a very stern glare. "I mean, what did you find?"

Dinah had been taking back a lot of what she had been saying the last day, everything she said seemed to bring a question from Barbara, a criticism and way to do something better.

Sure, Barbara was her mentor, but her mentor was really taking the mentoring thing to heart. And it was beginning to cause Dinah to doubt herself. This led to more mistakes, followed by more critiquing from Barbnara and thus was born a vicious cycle.

One Dana had stepped in and broken, the redhead having been watching Barbara more and more. The agent was sure Dinah was not the only one doubting herself. She'd caught Barbara twitching.

Not a physical gesture, but a mental one, rerunning every single search, routine and program the redhead set. Dana knew the action, she suffered from it too. How many wasted nights had she toiled at her desk, or in the lab double, triple checking. Needing to be better, the best. Self doubt was a powerful foe.

"What did you catch Monica?"

Barbara's eyebrow rose at the first name, although the redhead seemed not to care, her focus still on the computer screens.

"The symbol we've seen painted all over, look, this is sort of like it." She plopped the book down so everyone could see.

"Sort of," Barbara's voice was edgy.

Dana noted the symbol briefly, turning to go to Barbara. She laid a hand on the programmer's shoulder, feeling a tight knot. She began to massage the shoulder. "Let me, ok, you are wound tight and as a doctor, I happen to know exactly which muscles are causing the tension." ~~I Just wish I could find what issues are provoking it...~~

Barbara took off her glasses and nodded, a smile finally creeping along her face. "Thanks, I, sorry." She knew she'd been a bit of a, well...

"Bitch."

Every one jerked at the word. Helena almost slamming the balcony doors as she swept in. "That ass sliced my duster." She held up the clothing, pouting.

"Oh wow, you saw action?" Dinah ran over, then tried not to look so excited as Helena pinned her with a glare. "I mean, um, ooo, want me to see if I can fix it?"

She took off the coat. "If you can perform a miracle, I'll owe you."

"Done, you take me up to Cregier's cliff on your bike."

Helena's eyes narrowed, "Since when did you get so bold and cunning."

"Since watching you."

"Damn, even picking up on my charm." Helena laughed. "Alright, show me your magic."

"Ok, and we might have a break."

Helena looked intrigued, as Dana frowned, Barbara's back again drawing hard at the mention of what Monica had found.

"I remembered something from the numerology case we worked on,"

Dana had to smile, "God, that was awful."

Monica chuckled, "Yeah, almost as bad as the doll house."

Dana rolled her eyes, "You know, there are some places in life I just care never to walk again."

"Oh yeah, you and me both. But, I remembered some references I had, and well, along with those books, I had this other symbology book. Well, look, this was, well, it was a marker. Along the lines of a family crest."

Barbara broke away from the nagging doubts and whispers in her mind. "Crest? Linked to a specific lineage?"

"Exactly, well, look at this." She brought the book over and one of the crime scene photos. "They are very similar, only this part has been modified."

The two redheads looked it over. "I've seen this before." Barbara looked up at Dana.

"That Voodoo case? The one with Jeff Cotton?" the agent asked, Barbara's eyes already confirming the question.

"But I, I... killed him." Barbara shakily admitted, her eyes holding tight to Dana's to keep from drowning, a trembling hand reaching out for support, Dana taking it, a thrill going through her to see Barbara really did need her.

"This is modified," Monica interjected, trying to dampen the tension.

"Family members sometimes modify a crest, right? When passed from one generation to the next..." Dinah said. She looked guilty, waiting for the reprimand for interrupting or having a stupid idea.

"Dinah, that's perfect."

The young superhero's head shot up, her astonished look matching Helena's. "T-Thanks Barbara."

"I am not sure if I should laugh, or cry." Barbara, reached out with her free hand to stop her search program, typing in new parameters. "So Dana, it's not Dr. Voodoo I am facing."

"It's his legacy." Dana replied, squeezing Barbara's hand, knowing her friend and lover would need all the assurances she could get.

part 14

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