"Song, you've always been too argumentative. It will catch up with you some day."

"It probably already has, Auntie."

My Aunt Beruda, sitting there in her big oversized chair wrinkling her forehead at me was making an accurate diagnosis. My quarrelsome nature got me in trouble sometimes. It also made me a better investigator.

Auntie was using my nickname. My full name is Revin Songlifter Tollmadi Credesena, a real mouthful used only on the most formal occasions. The Credesena part identifies me as a female member of the Credesen Clan, the oldest on Predetan, the main planet of our small but powerful system. Tollmadi is my family name. And Songlifter is my profession; I'm a Commander in the Predetan Security Force, an investigator of persons who break the laws in this sector of the Republic. We're called Songlifters because we're authorized to remove the 'Songdral,' the Old Predetan word for life. Executioners, to some. Justice, to others.

My middling seniority as a Songlifter meant I got some good jobs and some bad ones. I had been complaining to Beruda about the particular case I was working on at the moment, a kidnapper and murderer of young children, who'd escaped from prison. I wasn't too fond of children myself, but that was another story. Child killers weren't my cup of tea. I was perfectly capable of seeing to it that this guy got what was coming to him. What had me grumbling was the twist that'd been added to the mix.

I threw myself down on the couch opposite, careful not to have Beruda catch my sidelong glances. Folding my arms across my chest, I waited.

It wasn't long. I knew my Aunt would never be able to resist the opportunity to talk some sense into me. Tiny, golden-haired Beruda Songhand Merser Credesena is a mighty influence on Predetan. Her profession name identifies her as a healer; like many of our people she has the ability to lay her hands on a patient and deduce the source of their discomfort. Persons from all over the Republic come to her for insight into the ravages of the body and the mind. Consequently, Beruda is a very busy lady. And since I'd been smart enough to keep away from her long beringed fingers her diagnosis of my 'condition' was just her irritation at me.

Her elaborately peaked headdress of old bones, feathers and ribbons bobbed up and down like a Parper Lizard skipping across the desert as she shifted and squirmed in her chair. Brightly painted red lips, the lips that Uncle Seveth were so fond of were pursed at the moment, as she pondered what to say to me. And then first one purple eye would close, and then the other one. It took all my control to keep from bursting out laughing. But I am a Songlifter, and strong.

She heaved a great sigh, her shoulders rising up to tickle the black feathers on either side. "If your superiors wish to bring in the Jedi to help, there isn't much you can do about it."

"I know, but I don't have to like it." Although Predetan Security had worked with the Jedi on occasion I didn't see how a child murderer could be something they'd want to be associated with. That was what was really setting me off, my superiors thinking they needed Jedi assistance on this case.

She sniffed. "In your profession, dear, there's not much to like, is there?"

My jaw dropped. Beruda rarely mentioned my job. Her being a healer, the opposite of me as it were, the subject had remained hidden. Even as Songhands were revered and celebrated in Predetan society Songlifters were equally well known, if not exactly held to pedestal status. While our primary function was as regular peace officers, it was never forgotten that Songlifters were also used when law-breakers needed to be brought to justice -- one way or the other.

I remembered that she'd asked me a question. "No, there isn't much to like. We go in, find whomever it is we have to find, and bring him or her or it to justice, if we can. Sometimes that isn't possible. We may have some detractors in the Republic, but Songlifters have been around for a thousand years. They haven't figured out a way to replace us yet," I said, scowling at her.

She saw my look and threw up her hands. "Darling, I'm not trying to upset you. I'm just trying to understand once again, how you do what you do."

"Somebody has to, Auntie," I said, tossing my head. The movement caused my braids to slap me on either cheek.

Beruda looked at me askance, and I didn't need Jedi powers to know she was checking me out again and not liking what she saw. My Aunt was always groomed impeccably, always in shimmersilk cut to fit her lithe little frame to perfection. Today she was wearing a short vermilion colored tunic covered with petals of gold fabric embroidered in healer symbols. Auntie followed the Predetan custom of wearing part of her fortune on her person; the designs were outlined with priceless gems, in this case Nova Rubies. The fabulous jewels sparkled in the light.

Her hair was her pride and joy, however, all five meters of it. I knew if it were possible she'd have someone alongside to carry the blond waterfall that poured off her head. Since that was out of the question Aunt Beruda supported it on an elaborate frame of animal bones, keeping the hair off the floor and creating a formidable appearance that announced her status wherever she went. A little vanity is a wonderful thing.

I was the opposite, almost. I was not attractive by Predetan standards. My blond hair, which I wore in two thick braids, was not long enough, my green eyes not round enough, nor purple, like hers. Women on Predetan were expected to be short; I was tall. We did share our family's high cheekbones and pale complexion. Looking average was helpful if I needed to blend in, and I could "pretty up" if necessary, when being so-called beautiful came in handy. Otherwise I left it alone. It wasn't much use to me.

Clothes-wise, I was wearing my uniform, a long-sleeved black bodysuit that covered me from feet to chin. In deference to our gemstone custom my rank stripes were covered with flawless Glow Pearls, a small conceit I allowed myself. A vibroknife was strapped to my upper right arm and I had another concealed in a slip pocket in my boot. Hidden in various other places are things that Auntie would be appalled at. My weapons of choice were BlasTech DH-17s, one on each hip, so new I hadn't managed to scratch one yet. When in uniform I never remove my weapons, even in the presence of family. I never take anything for granted.

"When do you meet this Jedi?"

"Today, Aunt. He's arriving at Portside this afternoon."

"He?" Beruda sat up straighter. "Have you seen a picture? Is he handsome?"

I heaved a giant sigh. "Aunt Beruda, do not start. You know it's a bad idea to get involved with someone you work with. Things can happen."

I let that linger in the air. Beruda knew what I was referring to -- I'd lost my first partner that way. Marcom and I had both been eager little Songlifters, anxious to prove how good we were at our jobs. Long hours, both of us single, some intense situations...one thing had led to another, and pretty soon I'd simply stopped going home most nights. Everything was fine, we were in lust if not in love, and then the day had come when instead of protecting himself Marcom decided it was more important to protect me. And gotten himself wounded in the process. I told him what I thought about that the first time I'd visited him in the med center, and then we hadn't talked much after. He'd transferred away as soon as he'd come back to duty.

That had made me realize that being in the line of work that I am, getting close to anybody is not a good idea. It causes you to think too much. So, I'd stopped. Romance and a so-called normal life were for other people. Funny thing is, I was perfectly happy.

I pushed off the couch and snatched up my jacket. "Since there's nothing I can do about it, I'm off to Portside." Leaning over, I kissed her on the cheek. "Comm da matt, Auntie," I said, giving her the traditional Old Predetan farewell.

She reached up and pulled on my braids. "Comm da matt, child."

As I came out of the house the transporter drove up, but I waved him off and walked the five minutes to the Merser hangers and my ship, the Revin's Swift. The Swift lives up to every inch of her name, her yacht outline only a deception. It's amusing how complacent a suspect can be when all he sees is a space yacht coming towards him -- until I uncover the torpedo launchers.

I'd planned a leisurely journey over to Portside, Predetan Security's spaceport. I wasn't about to be late but I had no intention of being terribly early either. Predetan was in its hottest cycle. There may have been nothing I could do about meeting this Jedi, but it didn't include sitting around in the sun waiting for him, either. I was irritable enough.

My plan turned out perfectly. I had just exited the Swift when a Republic transport glided in, making a neat landing next to my ship. The ramp started down almost immediately.

Since I was standing to the side the first thing I saw was a pair of dark boots and the edge of a long brown cloak. Then he stepped out around the strut, and my breath caught in my throat. A hand was thrust in my direction.

"Commander Tollmadi? I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi."

I shook his hand. "I'm Revin Tollmadi, oh y-you already said t-that," I stammered.

There was no getting around it. Obi-Wan Kenobi was a good-looking guy. He looked to be in his early 20s, same as me. Brown eyebrows arched over greenish blue eyes, the skin around those eyes crinkled up from the bright white smile he was flashing at the moment. There was a little cleft in his chin, a strong chin. Oh, and the nice, slightly rounded cheeks. The Jedi robes covered him up pretty thoroughly, but his shoulders were broad enough. The fact that he was a little shorter than me I could overlook.

He threw back the hood of his cloak. His hair was cut quite short, and there was a little braid trailing across his shoulder. I'd been around Jedi before and knew what that meant.

"Is there something the matter, Commander?" There was a slight accent to his voice.

"Noooo," I said, replacing the frown on my face with a sickly grin. "I was just expecting someone older, more--" I shut my mouth hurriedly.

"More experienced, I'm sure you were going to say." His mouth set in a thin line for a moment, and then he smiled again. "Trust me, Commander, I'd not be here if I wasn't worthy. My Master, Qui-Gon Jinn will join us shortly. If necessary."

His tone implied that it wouldn't be necessary for his Master to come along. "No doubt," I said dryly. "Come along, then, Jedi Kenobi. My office is only a few minutes away. Is your ride staying, or going?"

"Going, so I'm glad we've got transportation. You have a beautiful ship." He indicated the Swift.

"How did you, oh, you saw me getting out of it."

"And your signature is all over her," he said, grinning.

Ah, the Force. I grinned back, and decided to forget about his Padawan status. I'd expected some old, stuffy guy with bad teeth. Instead this handsome man with a beautiful smile had shown up. If I were going to be upset I'd have to work a lot harder at it.

I indicated the closest walkway. "After you, Jedi."

He held up a hand as if requesting a moment, reached back up into the cruiser, retrieved a large travel bag and then set off away from me, the long cloak swaying back and forth.

It took me a second to catch up and then I matched my stride with his. We chatted about Predetan for the time it took to get to HQ. Turned out he'd never been here before, and so I regaled him with a lecture about our beautiful mountains, sparkling seas and jeweled cities. I've never had a problem being a walking travel brochure.

The second we walked into the disaster I called an office I was sorry we hadn't gone somewhere else. My partner was out on leave at the moment, and I'd pretty much destroyed the place. There were old call sheets all over the desk, and empty cups, and an evidence bag that I hadn't bothered to return. The remains of yesterday's lunch occupied a place of prominence in the center of my desk. I hurriedly swept as much as I could into the trash compactor and a top drawer and indicated the seat across from me.

Obi-Wan sat down, but not before removing an empty glass and putting it on the desk corner. My face crimsoned. He pretended not to notice.

"Our communications department received an official file," he began, "and I've studied the case. Why don't you tell me what you know."

"Well, to make a long story short, Jedi Kenobi--"

"You can call me Obi-Wan, if you'd like."

Oh, I like. Then I remembered what Jedi could do with people's minds, and I banished those thoughts from my head. "Okay, sure. And you can call me Revin. Or Song. That's my nickname." He acknowledged that with a nod.

Settling down into the chair I rested my arms on the desktop and filled him in on the case that was dominating my thoughts. "Dific Brod is human, 45 years old. I'll assume you've seen the scans, so you know what he looks like. According to what he confessed to when arrested he's killed seven children, mostly boys ranging from six to twelve years old. After receiving a huge ransom for most of them. The last three were on Predetan, which is how we got involved. He made a mistake; we got lucky and picked him up. While he was in prison awaiting execution he complained of illness and was taken to the prison hospital. That's when he killed a guard and escaped."

This was all said in a monotone, but just saying Brod's name gave me a chill. The face from the datafile was all sunken cheeks and greasy hair, his mouth just a slit in the pictures. He looked like a Givin on a really, really bad day.

"He hasn't left Predetan yet, because we immediately slapped a retinal scan security level on everything outgoing. The case came to me two days ago. Which is when I found out you were coming."

He didn't miss the accusation. "And you wonder why I'm here."

I looked down at the floor. "My superiors know best, I'm sure," I began, figuring that I wouldn't get in too deep. There was no use getting myself in trouble this early.

Then I felt, I know I felt, his sharp scrutiny. I looked up into those blue eyes again. "Yes," I said flatly. "I've done this job a long time. Some Songlifters don't last long; facing a criminal, knowing that you're going to be the instrument of his death...that doesn't set well with some people. It's never been a problem with me."

I said all this as defiantly as I could. I'd never, ever had those kinds of thoughts. I knew what I was doing was legal. Someone else could debate the morality of it. I expected him to question what I was saying, since I sure didn't think it was the Jedi way of doing things. But Obi-Wan sat back in the chair and waited for me to continue.

So, continue I did. "Dific Brod has been found guilty of terrible crimes and so far has escaped Republic justice. If it becomes necessary to deliver that justice I won't hesitate. Can a Jedi go along with that? I don't see how." Leaning back, I put my feet up on the desk and crossed my hands behind my head. His turn.

"Thank you for being so forthright. The Songlifters are lucky you're part of their ranks."

Flattery. I could take almost anything except that. I shrugged my shoulders.

"You mentioned that he's done the latest of his killing on Predetan, but it's some possible early murders that concern the Jedi." He sat up straighter, and I automatically assumed a more formal posture myself. "There were two young Jedi killed on Coruscant. The murderer grabbed them while they were on an outing, killed them and boasted about it. No ransom demand. We believe we've put a name to him when we heard about the Predetan killings."

Jedi! I hadn't known this.

"Over the past few months, two more children have disappeared. We know they're dead, because we can't feel them in the Force. I've been assigned here to ensure that you don't execute Dific Brod before I can talk to him."

My brow furrowed. "You automatically expect that's what I'd do?"

Obi-Wan looked away, and then back at me. "I...made some enquiries. Your career...your superiors have given their word formally that he'll brought back to custody." His stare faltered for a moment. "I assumed you knew...."

My boss had been clamoring for a meeting, and I'd been putting her off. She was going to get a good laugh out of this. "I uh, haven't checked my in box today. I'll take your word for it." I slapped the sides of my chair and stood up, the movement calming me down enough so that I could speak quietly. "Checked up on me, eh? That's just great. All right, I won't execute him. Maybe I'll rough him up a little, but I won't kill him. Satisfied? Fine. I don't need a nursemaid now."

"That isn't how this works, Revin." He wasn't smiling any longer.

I crossed over to the window so he wouldn't see the furious look on my face. Was he telling me I couldn't be trusted to keep my word? I concentrated on looking outside.

My partner, Barki keeps the glass clean, because we have a great view of Lake Tadk from this side. The big lake spreads itself out to the horizon from here. It was getting on to late in the day, but there were still a bunch of skimmers out on the water and plenty of freighter traffic out in the deep-sea lanes. I stared out this window a lot, when I was trying to figure out some part of a case that had me stumped. This time it was just because I was counting to ten.

Turning back, I shuffled some papers on my desk, ignoring the voice in my head telling me that I was just being quarrelsome again. But what if Brod made the first move, came out with weapons blazing? Was I supposed to ignore him, tap him on the shoulder, say "oh, pardon me," and walk away? The thought of letting a convicted murderer get away sent a shudder down my spine. But disobeying my superiors...I wasn't interested in doing that. I'd only made Commander a month before.

I took a few quick breaths. If Brod didn't get a chance to confess the Jedi would never know the truth. But I would keep my options open, just in case.

I shook my head at him, working my mouth, and then spoke. "I don't like the fact that you think you know me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, because you don't. But since you're here to find the killer of some Jedi kids...I don't need the help, but I can see the motivation."

A tiny smile returned. "Thank you. Now, where are we going?"

I flipped on my datascreen, pulling up the case file. "Dific Brod is from nowhere via Mon Calamari. His parents ran a trade station there. Consequently, he knows his way around islands, and sailing, and a tap cafe or two. I think he's hiding out either at Marradella, which is our largest trading center, or he's down at Cali, the big resort on the other side of Lake Tadk."

He got up and walked over to stand beside me. My left braid must have been obscuring the screen, because Obi-Wan reached out and gently pushed it out of the way. "That's better. I can see now." He fingered it slowly. "You have beautiful hair."

I tensed a little, waiting for it. Waiting for the little flirtatious remark, the sideways smile, the brushing of his lips across my ear. Waiting for it, waiting to turn and remind him in the most superior fashion I could that what he was doing was totally unprofessional. I would get the ground rules settled at the start. If he was going to have his mind on other things, he was going to get an earful from me.

Nothing happened. He just dropped the braid, straightened up and tilted his head a little sideways, getting a better view at the data, I guess. I kicked myself mentally, mad at myself for thinking that this great looking guy was something other than what he was -- a Jedi. The protector of truth and justice in the galaxy. Not one of the smarmy, sleazy guys I came across in the course of my work, the ones I was used to.

I hoped I didn't sound as stupid as I felt. "Uh, okay, I propose that we tackle Marradella first. It's the biggest and the best place for someone to hide. His call sheet says that Brod makes friends easily. If he can't make a friend or three amongst the traders, there's always those helpful little tourists at Cali."

Kenobi looked down at the computer, then back at me, then down again. Suddenly he stabbed a finger out and tapped the screen.

"There's no need to go to Marradella. He's at Cali."

"The Force telling you that?" I didn't bother to hide the derision in my voice.

He shook his head. "I've studied Brod's habits." His voice betrayed no annoyance at my sarcastic tone. "I know what interests him. I know what he likes, how he picks his victims." I saw a look of disgust pass over his face. "He'll be at Cali because it's a tourist resort, and there'll be families there." His eyes stared at me. "Families mean kids."

I was the one looking disgusted now. I thought I was immune to everything, but just the idea.... I shuddered, actually shuddered.

He touched me on the hand, and a feeling of something washed over me. I didn't want this happening every time I expressed an emotion. I rounded on him.

"Let's get something settled at the start," I said, shaking myself up one side and down the other. "I know what Jedi are capable of. I need you to stay out of my head, and especially, I don't need you 'reading me.' What I'm thinking, and especially what I'm feeling, stays with me, and me only. Is that understood?"

He looked surprised, like I'd caught him at something. "Alright, Revin, as you wish. Is this because you know you're Force-sensitive?"

I blinked in astonishment. "What are you talking about?"

"Most beings wouldn't even notice what I'd done. You must feel it, your heightened sensitivity. I can sense--"

"What did I just say? Stay away from my head."

"I am, I am," he said, chuckling.

"Promise."

"Promise?" He said it with a scoff, and then his eyes registered the look of determination on my face. He turned his palms toward me. "I promise. When do we leave?"

The change of subject was welcome. "Can't do it tonight." I punched up my com channel. "I've got to file a report with the Duty Officer, let 'em know I'll be gone for a few days. This case has a high priority, so it won't be a problem. That pretty much means we can do what we want. We just have to get the guy...I mean, bring the guy back, like you want."

"We'll get him," he said softly, gazing away from me, a faraway look in his eyes. Then he looked up, looking happier. "Can you point me in the direction of the nearest hotel? One that won't be too far from Portside? Since my ride's already left...."

I answered before I thought. "No need, Jedi. The Swift has plenty of room." I began tidying up my desk. "That way we can leave first thing in the morning."

The report filing and the chit logging took only a few more minutes and then we were out of there and on our way. We were both quiet on the walk back. I was thinking about whether my invitation had been as high-minded as it had sounded. I was intrigued by this guy, no doubt about it. And intrigued about what he'd said about my so-called Force-sensitivity. I'd never considered anything like that, although there had been times when the solution to a problem had seemed to come out of thin air...I shook my head, determined to forget that and concentrate on getting Dific Brod back as soon as possible.

All regrets were banished as we re-entered the hanger. As usual, just the sight of the Swift brought a smile to my face. My father had presented her to me upon my acceptance as a Songlifter. It was a magnificent gift, a symbol as much of his knowing that I needed reliable, fast transportation as of his wealth.

I led the way to the biggest of the guest staterooms, happy that the cleaning droid had been through just today. He laid his travel bag on the bed and looked around, nodding appreciatively. "This is wonderful. This is no ordinary yacht."

"No, it isn't. The Swift was designed specifically for me. She's SoroSuub, of course, a modified PLY-3000. Very modified. Upgraded engines, hyperdrive, laser cannons, a torpedo launcher. Heavy-duty shields that rival anything the Republic has. I've had a detention cell put in down below, and a small hanger reconfigured for my shuttle, which unfortunately is in the shop at the moment." That piece of space junk was definitely going. It always had to be repaired for some reason or another.

"She's beautiful."

His gaze roamed around the cabin as I pointed out various design elements. "She's paneled with Fijisi wood, and all the millwork is Blackwood. I made sure that creature comforts weren't neglected, because she's my principal residence. You can have HoloNet access, a private comlink if you need it." The hidden drawer under the desk opened noiselessly, and I ran my hand over a half dozen of the little devices. "Plenty of storage, and the best part, a big refresher." I indicated the closed interior door. "If you'd like to take a shower while I make something to eat, feel free. There's some extra clothing in there, too."

I turned to go, and then casually turned back, acting if I'd remembered something. "Oh, and just so you'll know...Duchess, are you with me?"

I'd raised my voice a bit, and he raised an inquiring eyebrow.

The computerized reply came back loud and clear. "Of course, Commander!"

"Introduce yourself."

"As ordered, Commander." The disembodied voice cleared itself. "I am a Droid Unit Control Hi-System 4500, programmed to assist Commander Tollmadi in the operation of this vehicle."

"Thank you, Duchess. Have you scanned my visitor?"

"I have, Commander."

"Good. You have authorization to allow him full run of the ship, including control systems. Now, stand down. We'll talk again when it's time to set the security perimeter."

"Yes, Commander."

I crossed my arms over each other and grinned at him. "My greatest asset, I have to say. She's tracked you since you entered. If a threat had been perceived, you wouldn't be standing here now. You'd be a little patch of black soot on the bulkhead."

He looked suitably impressed. "Remind me not to make you angry. It would appear you've thought of everything."

"In my line of work, it pays to be cautious. I also like to be comfortable. The cell down in the hold doesn't quite come up to those standards. Brod won't find it to his liking much."

"I hope not." He pulled his cloak off and put his hand on the refresher door. "Thanks, I'll take you up on that offer. I'll be out in a few minutes."

I beat a hasty retreat, tossing a quick "see you soon" over my shoulder. I intended to do the same thing he was, only faster.

I kept the water lukewarm so I wouldn't be tempted to linger, but it still felt good pouring over my head while I washed my hair. The clean clothes drawer was low, but I found a pair of shorts and a sweater and put them on, wrapped my hair up in a towel and hit the galley.

I'd been there for about 30 seconds when Kenobi came in. I remembered that I hadn't told him where it was, but obviously a Jedi could find anything, if he put his mind to it. He'd changed too, into a pair of loose drawstring pants and a collarless shirt. I stared down at his bare feet and reminded myself what had happened the last time I'd been attracted to a guy. It was not going to happen again.

I concentrated on the contents of the cooling bins. "Well, is there anything that Jedi can't or won't eat?"

"Not this Jedi. We are taught that food sustains more than the physical body, and it should be experienced in as many forms as possible."

"That's good, because I've got some tasty Gorak and a nice Polanis wine."

"That sounds delicious."

Powering up the ovens, I smiled into his face. "And--" I brandished a cleaver at him. "--I'll cook it all up only if you promise not to talk about work."

"You won't get any argument from me!"

"Good." The table and chairs slid out of the bulkhead. "You can set the table."

"No problem," he said, his eyes twinkling.

During dinner we swapped life stories, sort of. I told about starting out as my father's agent at the Republic Senate, and then returning to Predetan, where my parents expected me to lead a life of leisure spending their money. About quickly deciding that wasn't for me. They had not been happy when they'd found out I'd applied to be a Songlifter, my mother especially. My father had fought it for a while, but I wasn't giving in, so he'd shrugged and said he'd give me any support I needed. Revin's Swift was my answer to that. I'd been a Songlifter for five years now. My success rate was high.

Obi-Wan talked about his studies at the Temple, and being Padawan to Qui-Gon Jinn, a senior Jedi Master, and the many places they'd been. I could hear the pride in his voice when he talked about his Master, how in tune he was with what Obi-Wan called "the living Force." Since I didn't know what that was he tried to explain it to me, but half way through the look on my face clued him in to the fact I had no idea what he was talking about. He started laughing, and I started laughing. It was the most relaxing time I'd spent in quite a while.

We sat and drank a couple more glasses of wine while the dishes and all the cooking stuff disappeared into the cleaner. I stood up and stretched, turning away from him. When I turned back he was around the edge of the doorway, leaning back in with a hand on the jamb.

"Thank you for a wonderful dinner. I'll see you in the morning."

I picked up a towel and began wiping the counter, looking down so he wouldn't see the red in my face. "You're welcome. The alarms will be set for 0700 standard."

"That sounds fine. Goodnight, Revin."

"'Night."

He disappeared, and I sank against the counter. I refused to think about how he looked in the loose pants and tight black shirt. It was time to get serious. I could do that. I would do that.

I put his glass in the cleaner and then Duchess and I set the security alarms. I made sure the wake-up was 0700, and flipped off the lights.

Passing his stateroom on the way to mine I think I heard some gentle snoring. My eyelids were heavy too, I realized. Sleep would be good. I said a silent prayer that nightmares of Dific Brod would stay away.

Obi-Wan was sitting at the table drinking something hot when I stumbled in at 0715. Mornings are not my best times, and I'd had four glasses of wine with dinner. I said nothing as I haphazardly punched in a code on the synthesizer for some heavy duty Stim-Tea.

Blowing on the cup to cool it, I straddled one of the chairs and stared out of the tops of my eyes at him. He looked fresh as a Star Orchid, even in Uncle's pants and old shirt.

"Have a good night's sleep?" he asked cheerfully.

"Mmmphf," I answered, taking a sip. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Waiting for you to get up so we can get going."

I tilted my head back and spoke into the room. "Duchess! Get a vector and get us out of here!"

"As ordered, Commander!" Immediately there were whines and whirring noises as the power and propulsion systems came on-line.

Obi-Wan's eyes went wide. "You don't do your own piloting?"

"Sure, but not before I've had my first cup of tea. Duchess has done this hundreds of times." I took another drink, looking down into the cup. "We hardly run into anybody anymore."

His reply was lost as the repulsors bumped against the floor and we gently lifted off, Duchess pausing just as we cleared the top of the bowl-shaped hanger bay.

"The controller wishes to know if we want a local vector, or if we're breaking his heart by leaving Predetan airspace again," she called.

I chuckled and sat back in the chair. "Open me a channel, Duchess." The chirp came immediately. "That you, Ander?"

A deep male voice answered me. "It's me, Song. You leaving town again? I can't stand these long distance romances, you know that."

I looked at Kenobi, who was staring back with that twinkle in his eye again.

"Duchess, open the viewport on this side, would you? Ander, look over here, I'm blowing kisses!" I blew a couple of big kisses towards the squat traffic tower set on the edge of the bowl. "We're just headed to Cali for this trip, darlin'. I'll be back to ruin your marriage again real soon."

"Sssh, not so loud, my wife might be listening. You're clear on a straight subspace vector, Duchess. See you in a few, Commander."

"Thank you, Lieutenant." He followed that up with some Old Predetan, I answered him back, and Duchess took us the rest of the way out, pointing the Swift's nose in Cali's direction.

"Do you always joke back and forth like that?"

"Absolutely. Gotta have a sense of humor in this job." Another thought entered my head. "Don't tell me you think there's something wrong with that?"

"No, not at all. There's no need to take everything I say so personally."

When I didn't answer he went to the counter and poured himself another cup of tea, and settled back into his chair. "If you don't mind my asking, what did he say to you?"

I waved a hand in the air. "Everyone knows the case I'm working on at the moment. He told me to be very, very careful. I told him that I would be my usual competent self. And that I had a Jedi along to protect me."

His mouth tilted up on one side. "Do you think you need protecting?"

I got up to get myself another cup, and spoke with my back to him. "No."

I just had the idea that he wouldn't be able to resist this, and I was right. What he hadn't taken into account was the reflective nature of the control panel in front of me. I saw him levitate himself out of the chair, moving to catch me on my left. So I of course pivoted in the opposite direction and smacked him in the solar plexus with the big wooden spoon I'd picked up off the counter. The resulting "oooof!" as he backpedaled and doubled over was truly satisfying.

"Just because I'm a little slow in the morning doesn't mean I'm asleep, Kenobi," I declared, taking a drink.

"I...will...remember...that," he gasped, bent over.

"Good boy." I started past him, raising my cup to my lips.

I guess two could play at this game. Faster than I could have thought possible he had the cup out of my hand and my arm flat against my back, and his leg under mine so that if I moved, I'd fall over. I don't think he even spilled a drop.

After a second of struggle I realized I wasn't going anywhere, and it was my turn to talk. "Okay," I began, sputtering, mortified at what I hadn't seen coming. "I guess picking a fight with a Jedi wouldn't be a good career move, especially one that's as good at faking as you are. I get your point. Let me go."

Laughing, he held onto me a few seconds longer than was necessary, and then raised me up.

I rotated my shoulder, ascertaining it was still in its socket. "OK, I think we're even. I know you don't need protecting, and I know I don't. Just remember that we're partners on this one, all right?" I stuck out my hand. "And I'm the senior partner, got it?"

That stopped him for a moment. Then the smile returned, a little smaller this time. He took my hand. "Partners."

By the gods, his fingers were warm. I felt the heat rise up in my face, and I pulled away.

"These subspace lanes are packed, so it'll take us about an hour to get to Cali, and I've instructed Duchess to hold off pulling in immediately. So, two hours, tops. I'm going down to the gym for a half hour, and then you can have it if you'd like. Then I'll fill you in on what I'm planning."

I pointed up at the bulkhead above the viewport, at a bank of lights. "When that third light goes off, that's your cue that the exercise room is available. I'll be on the Bridge whenever you feel like joining me. I suppose I don't need to tell you where anything is, Kenobi." I headed for the door.

"Why do you do that?"

I spun back around. "Ummm, what?"

"Call me by my last name."

I thought about that for a moment. "There's still some distance I'm maintaining here. I guess I'm not completely comfortable with you."

He smiled that lopsided grin again. "Is there something I can do about that?"

I was completely serious when I answered. "Not yet, Jedi." I waved my fingers at him and started off down the passageway.

I didn't tell him it was because I needed to maintain that distance. I was not going to make the same mistake with him that I had with Marcom. Obi-Wan Kenobi was good-looking, he was nice, he was a Jedi. That last would stop me, if nothing else.

The poor boxing droid I pummeled for the next half hour didn't deserve the terrible treatment I gave to it. Luckily I had a supply of droids in the hold. Dear old Dad had thought of everything.

While he was in the gym I put my plan into motion, contacting Cali Security, setting up a quick electronic trail in case anyone thought they'd have to check up on us, making sure the credit chip I was going to use still worked. It did; I'd explain it all to Father when I got back. Then I hit the shower, and got myself ready.

I was studying a datapad when he walked in. He'd changed back into his Jedi robes, which was going to be a problem when we got to Cali.

I indicated the co-pilot's chair. "Have a seat, and I'll brief you on what we're going to do."

He sat down, but not before I saw the amused look on his face. You'd think that a Jedi Padawan would be used to taking orders. Then he looked forward, and I knew my lecture would have to wait a bit. I followed the path of his eyes with my own.

The Swift was definitely moving like the queen of space yachts at the moment. Duchess had dialed down the speed until we were barely making headway, skimming the surface of Lake Tadk at about 1,000 meters. Tall fluffy clouds cast irregular shadows on the lake's rippling surface. A flock of Redbeaks crossed our bow, moving behind us. It was another glorious day on Predetan.

I cleared my throat, and Obi-Wan's head swiveled towards me. "Sorry. I'm used to places like Coruscant." He leaned over the edge of the chair towards me. "You have my full attention now, honest."

I took a deep breath, and began. "We can't go storming in there, throwing our weight around and screaming 'Security.' Cali is all about vacations, and families, and having fun. We need to become those kind of people, so that we can move around without being noticed." I pointed at myself. "Meet Stalia Tery. And you're...." I tucked my chin into my chest. "You're Daron Tery, my new husband. We're on our honeymoon."

Obi-Wan's eyes grew as big as saucers. "This is an interesting plan," he said slowly.

"We're Songhands, just to give us a point of reference. Do you know what a Songhand is? Good. We're very successful Songhands, which will explain the yacht and the credits we'll be tossing around. I contacted island Security while you were busy and explained what's going on. They're ready to cooperate. I didn't just make this up," I admitted. "I did something similar to this about a year ago. Another murder case."

"The tried and true, then. Was that case successful?"

"He didn't give up without a fight," I said quietly. "I won, he lost."

The implication of that hung between us like a curtain.

I kept going. "The Jedi robes have to go, obviously. There's the beginnings of a wardrobe on board, and anything else we'll buy ashore."

"It would appear you've thought of everything." There was a look of respect in his eyes.

"One can only hope." I leaned toward the control panels. "Duchess, give her back to me."

Duchess chirped, and I had the Swift under my control. She responded instantly as I bumped the speed up a bit. "When we get there let me do all the talking. I haven't bothered to make a reservation."

"That won't be a problem?"

"Money talks, Kenobi. We'll have the best place on the island." I opened a hailing channel. "Cali Resort, this is the yacht Treasure of Predetan. I need landing coordinates."

"Welcome to Cali!" a bright and cheery voice responded. "I'm sending a landing beacon. Our sensors indicate you're a PLY-3000, so you'll fit in Hanger Two. Do you require additional assistance?"

I winked at Obi-Wan. "Only full service, Cali Resort. We expect the best, and we're willing to pay for it. In fact, we don't even have a reservation -- an elopement, you understand," I purred.

"Oh, congratulations! Full service, hmmmm, I know we're quite full at the moment, Treasure of Predetan..." The voice trailed off, the false sincerity palpable.

"Price is no object. Let me transmit my credit code." I punched in some numbers on the communication module and let my father's largesse do the rest.

A few moments of silence came and went, and then the voice spoke up again. "It will be an honor to accommodate you and your husband, Songhand Stalia. Here's your beacon."

"Thank you very much." The satisfactory sound of electronic information being exchanged filled the Bridge.

Pointing in the direction of the staterooms I said, "I packed our bags while you were in the 'fresher. You're going to have to change. There's an outfit in the closet."

He looked me up and down. "So we'll both be out of uniform, apparently."

I acknowledged that with a nod. I had on a pair of wide leg silk pants and a ruffled silk blouse, both in a pale blue color. I hadn't brought along any of my jewels, and hoped that wouldn't seem too strange to any of the locals. At least I'd 'prettied up,' looping my hair in an elaborate pattern that Predetan natives would recognize as a distinctively Songhand style. The blouse's neckline was cut low enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. I'd hoped that would provide somewhat of a distraction from the hold-out blaster stuck up the sleeve.

"I take it I pass inspection."

He stood there, hands on hips, his head tilted to one side. "I knew there was a reason I married you, other than your fortune. You're beautiful."

My cheeks turned red. "Thanks dear," I choked out, sitting back down again. "Go get changed."

He threw up his hands and turned away from me. "Married only a few hours and already giving orders, I see!"

"Get used to it, Daron! You won't get my bank account away that easily."

He pivoted at the entry and faced me, hands on either side of the frame. A slow, seductive smile formed on his face. "I don't think it's only your credits I'd want." Then he backed out, and disappeared.

"Ha, ha, very funny." I picked up the closest datapad and held it to my chest, reminding myself that I had thought up this scenario. And that this would all be over in a few days. I turned back to the controls and took us into Cali's Hanger Two.

The relative lack of luggage brought on a few raised eyebrows, but I explained that away with the elopement scenario, and we were ushered to a beautiful oceanfront cottage. At another time I would have been thrilled with the fabulous view. This time I was checking the place for access points. The biggest was the huge patio that emptied right onto the resort's private beach.

When the reception clerk had said this was the last room available, I hadn't argued. Now, I regretted that decision. The villa was definitely configured to be a honeymoon suite -- there was only one bedroom.

"We'll take turns sleeping on the couch," I blurted.

"There's no need, Revin." He indicated the room with a wide sweep of his arm. "The couch will be fine for me. I can sleep anywhere. You learn how to do that on missions with Qui-Gon Jinn."

I mentally kicked myself again, for another bum assumption. "Yes, sure. Of course. Let's go for a walk, check the place out, buy some clothes. You definitely look like a Songhand, by the way."

He was dressed in a pair of billowing grey slacks and formal tunic, buttoned up to the neck. I had no doubt his lightsaber was tucked in the pocket. He'd hid his braid with one of my uncle's cast-off skullcaps.

He looked down at the clothes. "If I may be so bold, where will all these credits be coming from?"

"My Father. It's not a problem, believe me." I stood up before he could ask anything else. "Let's do some scouting. And remember," I said, slipping my arm around his waist, "we're newlyweds."

His smile split his face. "I knew I liked this job."

I pinched him, and had the satisfaction of seeing him wince. "Focus, Jedi, focus."

"You're the one who said you needed a sense of humor in this job."

That stopped me dead. "So I did. Let's go." Arm in arm, we began the search for Dific Brod.

I thought heading for the pool should be first. It was fairly full, and I was surprised to see that at first glance there seemed to be more couples than family groups. A little further along, though, I found what I was looking for -- a boy of about six or seven splashing in the pool, while a lone woman reclined nearby on a lounger.

"This is as good a place to start as any," I said in a low voice. "Let me do all the talking."

I marched up to the woman and looked down, shielding my eyes. "Taffra? Is that you? It's been ages!"

She started, and frowned up at me. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry! I thought you were somebody else. Taffra and her family are usually here this time of year. You're a guest, right? Let me introduce myself." I pulled Kenobi up beside me. "This is my husband, Daron Tery. I'm Stalia Tery." I kissed him on the cheek. "We're Songhands from Ecthelion City. And newlyweds."

"How sweet!" She swung her legs over the edge of the lounge chair and sat up. "I'm Pellanor Noveel Tama. My husband is Tam Clan Lord Gorin Noveel. I'm here with my boys." She indicated the child in the pool. "This is Donner, my youngest." She waved a hand vaguely in the air. "Valin is around here somewhere."

Kenobi stepped forward and kissed her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Noveel."

Her eyebrows arched up and down as she regarded Obi-Wan coolly, and, I thought, a little appraisingly. Don't get too interested, girlie. You'd be in for a big surprise.

"Thank you! You're staying here at the resort?"

"Yes, we just got here," I answered, looking at the little boy, wondering where his brother was. "We're in the honeymoon suite."

"Oh, we're right down the beach in the top and bottom." At my blank look she continued. "The bedrooms are on the ground floor, and the living areas on the second floor. You must come over. It'd be nice to have an adult to talk to," she whispered. "My boys are wonderful, but I miss adult conversation."

Kenobi had been looking at Donner, but at this statement he turned back to Pellanor. "Your husband is not with you, Lady?"

"No, he's on Clan duty at the moment, unfortunately." She picked up her towel. "Donner! Time to go!"

The boy punched the water. "Ah, Mother! I don't wanna go!" He started punching the water again, and whining a little. A big reason why I didn't like kids.

"Now, young man!" she cried, standing up.

My eyes traveled the length of a very curvaceous figure before she tied the towel around her waist. In keeping with Predetan standards Pellanor Noveel was short, but that was the only thing ordinary about her. Her red hair was massed on top of her head, and little tendrils curled around her face. Bright blue eyes were set deep in their sockets. Her regal appearance was softened by a band of freckles that drifted across her nose.

As she bent down to put a little jacket on her son I saw the expression on Kenobi's face. I mimed pushing my mouth closed.

"You'll come to dinner tonight, Stalia?"

"Of course, Lady Noveel," I said, taking my 'husband's' arm. "We'd be honored."

"See you at six, then. Come along, Donner." She started down the path the way we'd come, Donner trailing behind, kicking at the ground. He turned once and looked back at us, frowning, and then at the pool. With his red hair and big eyes, the boy was as pretty as his mother. He didn't have her pleasant disposition, though.

I kept the smile on my face until they'd disappeared. "You really shouldn't drool like that, husband."

"Sorry. Was it that obvious?"

"Kinda. She's very beautiful. It's the grumpy boy I'm interested in. He looks just like his mother."

He nodded, lips pressed together. "I'm sure this boy and his brother are denied very little. We should keep a watch on this family. Brod likes the young, rich ones."

"They're right next door. It'll be easy enough." I pulled on his arm, and grinned my biggest grin. "C'mon, Kenobi. Let's go shopping!"

I started to walk away with his arm, and then was pulled back when he stayed rooted to the spot. "Whaat?" I said shakily, recovering my balance.

"How it is you can go from being so serious to making light of all this in a moment?"

I thought about that for a bit, wriggling my mouth back and forth. "Just because I have a sense of humor doesn't mean I don't take this seriously." I locked my eyes with his. "Very seriously."

He nodded, and squeezed my hand. "My Master says that the reality of a situation requires your response to it as it is, not as you would want it to be."

I knitted my brows at him. "Okaaay. Don't know if I understand what that means, but right now the reality of this situation demands we find something to wear to Lady Noveel's villa this evening."

"Then shopping it is!"

He was the one doing the pulling now. I did take it seriously, enough that it would require a conscious effort to keep my thoughts from straying towards a certain red-haired child.

We spent a bit of Father's money. I bought a couple of filmy dresses that caught my eye, the sort of thing Auntie would wear. I had to admire Kenobi's taste too, as he picked out clothing that fitted with Songhand standards. He made sure to find outfits that had deep pockets or a long jacket, and tight skullcaps to match. We definitely looked the part. With the stuff I had on the Swift I figured we'd be all right. If we didn't spot Brod in the next couple of days, we'd move along anyway.

We got back just in time to get cleaned up and get ready to walk over to Pellanor's. Kenobi hit the shower first so I could enjoy a few minutes of the wonderful setting. There was a soft breeze blowing in off the beach and you couldn't miss the scent of tropical flowers that surrounded the cottage. Sitting on the patio gathering my thoughts, I had a momentary twinge of doubt, wondering if zeroing in on Pellanor Noveel's family so soon was a mistake. But it was too late for second-guessing. I'd determined on this course of action, and I was going to see it through unless and until circumstances dictated otherwise. The Jedi had agreed, and I figured that was the Force talking, which was good enough for me.

It wasn't long before he joined me on the patio. I squinted up at him, checking the clothes over. "For somebody who wears the same thing all the time, you definitely have a fashion sense, Jedi." Then I laughed. "Sense. I said the magic word."

It was true. Even in the plain slacks and handwoven tunic he'd chosen tonight, Kenobi looked like he'd stepped out of a fashion magazine holo.

He smiled a quick smile, pinching at the shirt. "I'm glad you think so. I feel totally out of place. Disconnected." He had that 'off-world' look on his face, the one that I'd seen in my office.

"It's for a good reason, Kenobi," I answered, rising off the lounger.

"Oh, I know. Still...I feel...uncomfortable."

"Yeah, well, you look the part. Use a little of that Force stuff to relax, and you'll be fine." I patted him on the shoulder, and went inside. "It won't take me long to get ready."

"I'll be here."

As I went in he was pinching at the shirt again.

I showered and put on one of the new dresses, one in a multi-green pattern that matched my eyes. I left my hair down to look more casual. The sleeve of the dress was just loose enough to allow me to slip a dagger up inside. I tested the release mechanism, satisfying myself that it worked, and hoped I wouldn't need it.

Kenobi was still out on the patio, sitting cross-legged on the tile. I grabbed a bottle of sparkling wine from the kitchen and tiptoed over to stand behind him, watching his shoulders rise slowly up and down.

"Are you with us?" I asked gently.

"Yes. I needed to immense myself in the Force for a bit."

"Restore your identity."

Kenobi leaned his head all the way back and looked up at me, his eyebrows raised high on his head. "Yes, exactly. Remember what I said about Force-sensitivity?"

I slowly shook my head from side to side. "It's not only the Jedi who know things, Kenobi. There are Songhands in my family. My Aunt can tell what ails you with a touch on the arm."

"That may explain it. I like my theory better, though."

I stepped back so he could stand up, forgetting that he could just levitate from where he was and straighten his feet, which he did. I turned for the door.

"I've got the hostess gift. You got the lightsaber?"

"Yes. And you've got the dagger."

"Can't hide anything from you, can I? We're suitably dressed, in every way." I held out my hand. "Shall we go visiting, Songhand Daron?"

His fingers curled around mine. "Absolutely, Songhand Stalia. You look wonderful with your hair down like that. But you don't like compliments, do you?"

I hid my embarrassment by tossing my hair back and forth. "Not unless they come from my bosses. I do what I need to do for my work, Kenobi. And we've got work to do now, so let's go."

The eyes were twinkling again, but his face sobered up when I frowned at him. "Anything you say."

Lady Noveel's villa was just about fifty meters further down the beach. It was definitely bigger than ours, but I consoled myself with the thought that we had the better view.

An older version of Donner answered our knock. "You must be Valin," I said, exchanging looks with Obi-Wan. Valin Noveel was about ten years old. His pale white skin was sunburned across the nose and around the eyes, bright blue eyes like his mother and brother. Dark red curls covered most of his forehead. The only thing that marred his perfection was the dark bruise on his left cheek.

"How did you get hurt, Lord Valin?" I used his formal title, and received a smile in return. The children of the heads of clans are always addressed with their parents' titles.

"At skip ball practice today. I wasn't as quick at catching it as I could have been."

"Hello again!" The voice came from above. Pellanor stood on the second floor landing, grinning down at us, dressed in a short red gown that complemented her hair and emphasized the curves she definitely had. She'd left her hair down, too, and it was long enough to fall over the banister. It was braided with strands of diamonds. Lots and lots of them. "You're right on time!"

I went up the stairs, holding up the bottle of wine. Donner passed me, going down. I patted him on the head and he dodged away. Lovely child. "A gift, Lady Noveel."

"Oh please, no titles tonight. Thank you; I'll have the droid open it. Excuse me for a moment."

She disappeared through a doorway, and I turned my attention to the boys. Obi-Wan had stayed with them downstairs. They were looking bored already. I hoped we weren't going to be subjected to a night of spoiled little brats.

"Not used to staying inside, boys?" I caught Kenobi's eye, and jerked my head sideways, hoping he'd 'get it.' He did.

"Well, let's go outside, then," Kenobi said, taking Donner by the shoulder. "Valin, you have a skip ball? I used to play that when I was a youngster." He crouched down in front of them. "You have to promise not to beat me too badly."

Both boy's faces got as delighted as it was possible for them to be. Valin raced out the door, Donner hot on his heels.

"Careful, Daron, their clothing," I warned. In my head I said, keep close to them.

"We'll be good, I promise. I'll have them back in a little while." He grinned at me and went to catch up.

Pellanor came back out with a tray of filled glasses, stopping when she saw only me. "Where did that handsome husband of yours get to?"

"He's gone outside to play with your sons." I took a glass off the tray. "He's very good with children." He'd have a chance to prove it, anyway, in the meantime sparing me a big headache.

"How delightful! You must be very happy to have found such a wonderful man."

I let a smile serve as my answer.

Pellanor kept a very elegant table, her cook's prowess rivaling anything I'd ever experienced at my father's banquets, and he entertained dignitaries from all over the galaxy. Obi-Wan had brought the boys in after some strenuous urging from their mother. Fairly bouncing off the walls in excitement, Donner especially, they had gone on and on about 'Daron's' lame level of playing, making him chase them up and down the beach. Consequently they were rather subdued during dinner, and made no protest when Pellanor ushered them off to bed soon after we'd all consumed bowls of Jewel Fruit for dessert.

The second I sat down on the couch 'my husband' put his arm around my shoulders. I flinched and pulled away without thinking, and got a very strange look from Pellanor. So I smiled weakly and leaned back again. Kenobi laughed softly, but I ignored him.

"They're wonderful children, Pellanor." They had calmed down a lot, after he'd gotten through with them. As soon as we were alone I intended to thank Kenobi profusely for that.

She beamed with pleasure. "Our boys are our greatest joy. I had some trouble having children...." Her face clouded, and then relaxed. "Thanks to the Songhands, who helped me immensely, Valin and Donner came along. I thank them in my devotions every day."

I took a sip from my glass and said, "I'm sure the Songhands appreciate your prayers," fairly certain that was true. We chatted on, finding out that the Pellanor family had arrived on Cali only five days ago, with a month's stay planned. I hoped nothing would happen to disrupt their stay.

As I was about to ask the droid to refill my glass I felt my fellow couch-sitter tense, followed by a furious chiming from the downstairs entry. All three of us rose simultaneously.

"Droid! Who is that at the door?"

"A moment, Lady Noveel," the droid answered in its mechanical monotone.

We heard it power across the floor. Pellanor strode rapidly over to the stairway. Kenobi started to move, but I gripped his arm.

"Danger?"

"No, but there is a group of people outside the door."

He was right; as soon as the droid keyed the door open a half dozen agitated people burst through the opening. My heart skipped a beat when I realized the lead figure, a young woman, held the limp body of a child in her arms. She looked up and saw Pellanor on the landing and then her eyes shifted to us.

"Lady Noveel! These are the Songhands you talked about?"

"Yesss, Deena," Pellanor said, glancing nervously at us. "I mentioned I was having dinner with you and your husband," she whispered to me. "This is Deena Ble-Dal. Her daughter has been playing with Donner."

Kenobi started down the stairs. "How can we help you, lady?"

"My daughter collapsed a few minutes ago! She's hot, and sweaty. The resort doctor is at the island hospital. My friends have searched...you're the only Songhands we can find! You've got to help her!"

The little girl stirred, whimpering a little. She opened her eyes, and a tear slid down her cheek.

Kenobi took her in his arms. "What is her name?"

"T-Teeka," her mother said, her lip trembling.

"She'll be fine, Madame. We'll do this," he said, raising his eyes to me.

I still had my glass of brandy in my hand, and almost dropped it. "But dear, we're on our honeymoon...!"

"I know, darling, but it's just a child." Obi-Wan smiled at Deena, while beckoning his head to me. He started out towards the patio.

He was actually serious about doing this. I gritted my teeth. "Alright, Daron. Whatever you say."

I handed my glass off to Pellanor and followed. The group of people that Deena had brought parted around me like waves on Lake Tadk.

"I will hold her, dear, while you prepare yourself." Behind the smile on his face, I glimpsed something else. Trust me.

I nodded, afraid to speak.

I had actually seen Aunt Beruda do this a hundred times, so I wasn't totally unprepared. I knew the opening prayers and chants, for instance. I began the way that Auntie did, placing my fingertips on my forehead, 'summoning the energy,' as she called it. It wasn't doing a thing for me. Teeka never said a word, just followed my every move with tears in her eyes and an occasional small sniffle every now and then.

Next came a prayer Beruda always gives at the start of her sessions. In Old Predetan, it asks the gods to guide the hands of the healer and ensure that the diagnosis is correct -- and that the patient remains safe and healthy.

I closed my eyes and said it twice. Once for Teeka, and once for me.

I had wasted as much time as I could. I could hear feet shuffling around us, and Teeka's sniffles grew louder. It was time to admit I was an imposter so she could get some proper treatment. The words were forming in my mind when I felt a warm hand on my arm.

My eyes flew open and I looked straight into Obi-Wan's. Slowly, ever so slowly he winked at me. "It's time to get started. If I may, I will guide your hands, as always."

"Cer...certainly, dear."

Obi-Wan carefully picked up my hands and laid them on Teeka's little chest. Then he put his hands on top of mine.

"Repeat the prayer, won't you, Stalia? Slowly, if you please."

I opened my mouth to speak. The first try nothing came out, but I swallowed and started again. It wasn't until I was into the second stanza that I realized how hot his hands were getting, and how cool Teeka was becoming.

"Husband," I began, alarmed.

"Almost done? I thought you were. A finishing prayer, then."

That was also something I borrowed from Auntie. And when I finished little Teeka's chest was cool and dry again, and no trace of perspiration remained on her forehead.

Obi-Wan picked up my hands and squeezed them hard. Then he leaned down and tickled the little girl under her chin, and she giggled. He lifted her up and handed her to her mother. Everyone in the room relaxed, especially me.

He spoke over my shoulder to everyone. "We suspect that Teeka has been having way too much fun, and has spent too much time in the sun. She should rest for the next day or so, and she'll be fine. Do you agree, Songhand Stalia?"

I had had time to recover my voice. "Absolutely, Daron. Luckily, a simple diagnosis."

"You're so talented my dear, how could it be otherwise?"

I glared daggers at him. He was piling it on way too thick.

Deena hugged her daughter and held out her hand to me. "Thank you, thank you, Songhand Stalia! You are a treasure!"

That, I waved off with a negligent lift of my hand. "All in a day's work, Madame." I stood up, somewhat shakily. Kenobi went to steady me, but I brushed him off and turned to Pellanor. "Now, if you don't mind I'm going to our cottage. This has been a tiring experience." I left the Jedi to deal with Deena Ble-Dal's continuing expression of thanks, which contained a great deal of giggling and kissing, if my ears were to be believed.

Going directly to the bedroom I threw myself facedown on the bed, staying that way until I couldn't hold my breath any longer. I heard the door open, and then the bed gave way. I tossed myself over on my back and took a big gulp of air.

"Did you enjoy that?" I spat, covering my eyes with a hand. To my shame I was trembling. I clamped my other hand down over my fingers.

"Revin, Revin, you were great!" Kenobi said, laughing at the same time. He crawled closer, and put his hands on either side of my shoulders. "What's the matter, you did a great job, you--"

"How could you!" I shouted from behind my hands. "Songhands are sacred individuals on Predetan. To impersonate a healer, to make a mockery of what they do...."

"Revin, I was there, remember? I knew exactly what was happening. I could tell the little girl just had a fever. Jedis have healing abilities too, you know." His voice conveyed exactly how ridiculous he thought my opinion was.

"Fine, whatever. I can see I can't make you understand."

He was quiet for a minute. "No, you're wrong. I can sense how upset you are. I apologize, sincerely. I thought given the circumstances, you wouldn't want to expose us. I'm sorry if I've offended you. It wasn't meant to harm." He gently removed my hands from my face, placing them on either side of my head.

I kept my eyes shut. He was right, of course. To blow our cover so early would have been really stupid. And the little girl had needed care, definitely.

"You're right. I'm sorry for getting angry. You really did help that child."

I heard the bed creak and then his hot breath was on my face. "Don't apologize," he said huskily, kissing my left eyelid, then my right. "It isn't necessary." His lips touched mine lightly, feather-like touches as he kissed one corner, then the other, then the center of my mouth.

It took every ounce of willpower I had to keep from reaching up and pulling him down on top of me. "Kenobi, don't do this," I pleaded.

He touched my lips once more, and sat back on the bed. "Are you that angry at me?"

My eyes flew open at that. "No! No, it's just--" I stammered. "If I start thinking about you, I can't do my job. That's dangerous, for both of us." I dug my elbows into the bed and pulled myself upright. "I won't deny that I find you attractive." My mouth crinkled up on one corner. "You're a Jedi, you probably figured that out already. But that's as far as it can go. My personal life stays separate from whatever I'm doing with my work. My work...you know what I am. You might not think it matters right this second, Jedi, but later...well." I pointed towards the door. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep."

He was silent for a bit, and then stepped off the bed, drawing a hand across his forehead. "You're right, of course. I haven't acted much like a Jedi the last few minutes, have I? Thank you for reminding me what I am. I'll see you in the morning, Revin."

"Obi-Wan, I didn't mean--"

He walked past me, shutting the bedroom door with a quiet snap.

I grabbed a long nightshirt from the dresser, changed and crawled back into bed. I hadn't meant what I'd said to sound so superior, but he'd taken it that way. Which was good, actually. I'd made a choice, the choice I'd always have to make. It was getting easier all the time. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing...I couldn't worry about that.

I closed my eyes, hoping that sleep would come quickly. I wanted to give up thinking, to put my mind into hyperspace and watch the starlines flash by, with no appreciable destination in mind. Instead I kept seeing Obi-Wan's eyes as he propped himself above me, seeing myself reflected in those dark blue eyes, pulling me in.

I woke up late, later than I'd planned, and stumbled out to the patio. He was still crashed out on the couch, and though I stubbed my toe against one of the chairs and yelled out some choice Predetan curses he never stirred.

The sun had barely risen through the feathertrees. It was going to be another hot day on Predetan. The breezes hadn't started up yet, which was kind of strange. The change in weather gave me an excuse for the odd feelings I was experiencing.

Brod was here. I knew it. If that was Force-sensitivity, I could live with it.

With a good night's sleep I had an easier time reflecting on everything that had happened. His healing prowess was a revelation, reinforcing how little I really knew about the Jedi in general and this Jedi in particular. Being mysterious had its advantages and disadvantages. There was enough mystery in my life with the cases I worked; I didn't think I needed anything additional there. The advantages, as I traced with my hand the imaginary outline of where his lips had touched mine, is that sometimes you were left wanting more. My face flushed. If that was Force-sensitivity, I wanted no part of it. I just wanted to get this job over so I could go home, away from little kids and a Jedi that was just too...something.

I sat and finished my tea, and still no stirring. I hadn't heard any noise either, no snoring like before on the Swift. I looked around for something to throw at him, didn't find anything, and got up to see if there was anything wrong.

He was laying flat on his back, one arm and a leg trailing on the floor. The little braid was trapped between chin and blanket, the blanket exposing his nicely muscled shoulders. His eyes were closed tight, their thick lashes lying softly on his cheeks. His mouth was open slightly. It made me want to do to him what he had done to me the night before; so much for any resolve I thought I had.

I might have, too, if I hadn't noticed he wasn't breathing. Grabbing the blanket and yanking, I yelled "Obi-Wan!" and put my hands on his chest. That was warm, at least.

His eyes opened immediately, and focused on me. "Is something wrong?"

I pushed down harder on his chest, embarrassed and relieved at the same time. "No -- except you scared me half to death! You weren't breathing!"

He turned sideways and propped himself up on one elbow, grinning at me. "I was breathing, just not much. I was in a Force trance, what we call a state of 'restful awareness.' It helps me to focus."

I knocked his support arm from underneath him, and he collapsed back onto the couch. "The next time you feel like doing that, let me in on it, won't you? I was just about to start performing life support."

"Really? I feel faint, I think...."

"You're incorrigible."

"No, I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi." He sat up. "What are you going to do today?"

"I'm going down and see how Pellanor and her family are, see who else the boys are hanging out with. All after breakfast. I'm hungry. I'm ordering in." I went over to the kitchen display and began punching buttons. "What would you like?"

"Nothing, thanks. I'm going out."

I frowned. "Where?"

"Just out."

He had that 'look' on his face again. I came back and sat on the closest chair. "I say again, what are you planning?"

"Do I have to tell you everything I do?"

I snorted. "I thought that's what being partners was all about."

"At the beginning, you didn't want a partner in this particular case."

I detected a smirk in his voice. Then he looked down, and realized his blanket was on the floor. He cocked his head and raised his eyebrows at me.

It made me instantly angry. Today had not started off well. I'd been scared half to death by a 'dead' Jedi, and now he was throwing our so-called partnership in my face, while he was going off on some chase of his own.

"I trust my partner with my life," I said, coldly. "And Barki knows he can expect the same from me. Isn't that how it is with you and your partner, or master, whatever you want to call him? The thing is, I don't know the same about you, Kenobi."

"Ah, we're back to last names again." His voice had a trace of irritation in it. "Yes, of course Master Qui-Gon and I are partners. And as for trusting someone to protect you, I'm a Jedi. I'm sworn to protect everything and everybody. Even you," he added, smirking again.

"Forgive me if that's not terribly reassuring." His brows drew together. That hadn't set well. "Apparently when it suits your purposes, you go off on your own. Well, I won't stop you." The door chimes rang. "There's breakfast. Do you want anything?"

He got off the couch. "Thanks, but no."

I set my lips in a thin line. "Suit yourself."

I went to the door, and he went to the bedroom. While the serving droid set out my breakfast things the security control panel recorded the side entry door open and close. "Well, fine, just fine," I muttered.

"Will there be anything else, Madame Tery?"

It took me a second to register the name. "No, droid. Thank you." The droid bent its mechanical neck and rolled out.

None of the food looked appetizing at the moment. I shook my head, irritated at myself for how fast my emotions could change around this guy; one minute I wanted to kiss him senseless, and the next I was arguing with him. Then again, it was simple to me, really; I didn't like people who went behind my back. That wasn't my idea of a partnership, and security work was all about how you and your partner worked together. Okay, we hadn't been together very long, but I already had the idea that Obi-Wan Kenobi followed a path of his own choosing. And wondered how that jibed with Jedi philosophy.

If you couldn't trust your partner, it was time to get a new one. Or go it alone, whatever circumstances required. He didn't know it, but he was giving me an out. I smiled, poured myself a glass of juice, and concentrated on the beautiful scene outside.

The Noveel family was finishing up their own breakfast when I checked in on them. That is, two members of the family were.

"Where's Valin?"

"Oh, he's gone out for ball practice." Pellanor had her bathing suit on again. "We're going down to the pool. Care to come along?"

"Sounds like fun." I'd dressed for outdoors, with a small top and a pair of shorts. Even if I didn't find out anything, I was going to get a good tan out of this job.

The pool was more crowded then it had been the day before. There were a lot more kids around, many in the age group that was Brod's normal target. I wondered how many, though, could match the Noveel bank account. Tam was a prosperous part of the Predetan system. I knew how wealthy clan lord families were. I'd stick with the Noveel kids for one more day, and then do some branching out.

An hour rolled by, and Kenobi hadn't appeared. Whatever. Between gossip sessions with Pellanor about the latest HoloNet heart throbs I concentrated on the activity around the pool, watching a bunch of happy kids having a good time in the water, which involved a lot of screaming and yelling. I decided to file this away if I ever found myself without a weapon -- just grab hold of a few kids and tell 'em to have a good time. The decibels they put out could fry your brain.

Donner wasn't helping any, jumping into the pool and then racing back, trailing water that of course had to be shrugged off on his mother and her new-found friend. I had a frozen smile on my face, willing away a headache when suddenly Valin came roaring up from behind us, brandishing a large ball.

"Mom, Mom! Look what I've got!" He plowed into Pellanor, practically knocking her over. The ball rolled loose towards me. Leaning over from my chair, I made a grab for it and missed. It came to a stop at a pair of dark boots. I heard Valin say, "My coach gave me a new ball!" I looked down at the ball, and up at the owner of the boots.

Then looked back down, as quickly as I could. The man who stood over the ball, grinning at us, was Dific Brod.

Valin ran back towards me and picked up his new plaything. "Mom, this is Cafery Tom, my coach!"

Pellanor looked up at him, smiling, and said, "It's nice to meet you. Valin has told me how you've helped him with his skip ball game."

"Thank you, Lady Noveel." He touched Valin on the shoulder. I clenched my teeth. "Lord Valin's one of my best athletes. You should be proud of him."

I looked back up at him. He'd dyed his hair and grown a mustache. The athletic suit he had on was clean and stylish, quite different from the prison jumpsuit he had on in his last picture. Smiling as he was now, he looked almost human.

Since I couldn't very well hide a blaster in what I had on I'd put it in the bottom of my bag. And there were dozens of people around, kids and adults. Kenobi wasn't here, having chased off to who knows where. I knew Brod's weapons of choice were knives and Poison Sticks, nasty little needles that were easily concealed. And I had absolutely no doubt he'd take a hostage to escape if need be. I would have to get Dific Brod to a safer place than this before I could arrest him.

"Mother, I want to show Coach my holo collection. Is the door unlocked?"

Pellanor began rummaging around in her bag. "No, dear, the chip's here somewhere.... And the droid's on maintenance mode at the moment...oh, dear...."

I sat up and began fanning myself with a towel. "Pellanor, I'm craving one of those delightful brandies we had last night. Shall we adjourn to your villa?"

"That's fine with me," she said, getting up from the lounger. "I've been out here long enough. Bring your coach and come along, Valin. The opener's in here somewhere...."

Pellanor continued rummaging through her bag while I put together my things, letting them go ahead of me. I just wanted to get him away from the kids. He'd have to leave them alone eventually. I could wait.

Pellanor had the droid serve us drinks out on her lower patio, which overlooked the resort gardens. Brod declined his, preferring to stand in the entry, showing Valin a few tricks with the skip ball. I had one eye on Pellanor and one on Brod, watching him flick the ball back and forth in his hands, smiling every now and then at Valin. And when he didn't think I saw him, watching Pellanor, his eyes roaming up and down.

Pellanor was going on and on about taking a boat trip to the other side of the island when I saw Brod's eyes fly open. The ball stopped moving back and forth.

"Lady Noveel, I gotta get going," he said hurriedly. He handed the ball off to Valin, spun on his heel and was out the door before I could get all the way off my chair.

"What the--" I said, looking first at the empty doorway and then back outside. And saw what Brod had seen: Obi-Wan Kenobi in earnest conversation with another man, striding purposefully towards our cottage.

Both of them in full Jedi regalia.

Saying a quick goodbye to Pellanor I chased after Brod, pulling my blaster out in the process. He was nowhere to be seen. I turned toward the cottage, catching Kenobi just as he came out.

Pushing him back inside I shut the door, my mind working furiously. "What were you thinking? More precisely, why weren't you thinking?!?"

"What are you talking about?"

I slapped my hand to my forehead. "What are you doing in that getup?"

He looked down at his robes. "I uh, had to go meet somebody."

"Who? Who would need to see you as a Jedi?"

His face was growing pinker by the moment. "No one, actually, I just feel more comfortable in them when I...when I have a meeting with my Master."

That's when I remembered there was someone else in the room, someone who was being very quiet, taking all this in. Someone large and imposing, standing silhouetted against the patio window, arms folded. Looking at me.

"Actually, Commander Tollmadi, perhaps you should be lecturing me, and not my Padawan."

I rounded on our 'visitor,' and was instantly impressed. Qui-Gon Jinn exuded power, and strength, and at the moment, serenity. I shifted my eyes and stared up, into a long face centered by a large, broken nose. His blue eyes smiled into mine. I was not willing to be appeased, however.

"Well, Master Jinn, that is as may be, but your Padawan knew what we were supposed to be doing here. And, actually, what in the name of all the gods are you doing here?"

Kenobi answered for him, looking at his master and then back at me, staring defiantly into my eyes. The challenge was unmistakable. "I needed him to do something."

"Really? Or, maybe you needed checking up on?"

"No!" His face clouded, and then smoothed again. "No, Revin," he said, quietly this time. "I summoned Qui-Gon Jinn. We had something to discuss."

"Something to discuss? What, you've never heard of a comm channel?" I spoke coldly, turning my back in a dismissive gesture, and then whirling on them. "For this you jeopardize everything. Because Daddy has to check up on his little boy, make sure that he's following the straight and narrow."

The apprentice's eyes narrowed at that. "What have I jeopardized?"

"You scared Dific Brod off, just as I was about to arrest him! Brod saw you, from Pellanor's villa. In...that!" I pointed at his robes.

That got their attention. Kenobi sat down on the edge of the nearest chair, his master moving to stand next to him. "How? What was he doing over there?"

"Brod is masquerading as the boys' skip ball coach. Pellanor invited him to have a drink at her place. I was waiting, waiting to get him away from everybody...I can't believe I could be that stupid." I shook my head and stared back at him. "He hasn't met you yet, only me, so I'm still safe. He doesn't know you're with me. I just hope he's not in the process of hopping the first shuttle off this island."

"He can't go far," Kenobi said quickly.

"So you say. So you think. So you feel. I can only go by what I've seen." My voice was hard, and uncompromising, and steady. "I'll contact Cali Security, have them start an immediate search." I pulled myself up as tall as I could, staring at them defiantly. Two pairs of eyes looked me up and down, and it was then I remembered that my outfit was not terribly conducive to command apparel. Their acknowledgement of this fact, as evidenced by the looks on their faces, made me mad again.

Very quietly, I said, "Master Jinn, if you don't mind, two Jedi here is one too many at the moment."

He looked like he was going to argue that point, but the expression on my face gave him pause. "As you wish, Commander. I'll go back to my ship and wait for instructions." He put a hand on his Padawan's shoulder, and Kenobi looked at him, and something passed between them. "Keep me informed, Obi-Wan."

"Yes, Master."

Qui-Gon headed for the patio entry, pulling up the hood on his cloak. "Perhaps we'll talk again soon, Commander Tollmadi. You have made quite an impression on my Padawan."

Before I could ask what that meant he stepped out onto the patio, and disappeared. I blinked my eyes, and looked again. He was definitely gone.

"I could use a trick like that," I muttered.

I turned back. Kenobi had risen quietly to stand alongside the chair, his head pointed slightly downwards, looking up through his lashes at me.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Oh, that's not going to work," I said grumpily. "Obi-Wan Kenobi, up to this point, I haven't really made a point of who's in charge of this investigation, assuming that you're not used to taking orders from someone who's not a Jedi. You've given me proof of that enough."

His eyebrows rose up at this, but he said nothing.

"Well, I'm invoking the superior officer rule now. You will accept my orders from now on without a sneer on your face. You will obey them without question unless you don't understand something. Then you may ask me to clarify something for you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I need to get back in charge of this investigation. I need to do what I do best." He had an unconvinced look on his face. "Let me explain it in a way even you'll understand. Jedi Kenobi, have you ever killed anyone?"

"Yes...."

"In self defense, no doubt. Something that was unavoidable."

He nodded curtly.

"Well, there's the difference between us. You defend, I attack. Brod may have preyed only on children up to this point, but no doubt he's armed, because he knows to be caught means execution. I wouldn't be like you, figuring the odds of whether I could talk this guy into surrendering. That would be talking myself to death. He's escaped justice so far. I'd only be carrying out that justice. But since that option has been removed from me...."

It was a simple test, really. Not fair, perhaps. I opened my mouth to speak, then abruptly shut it and opened my eyes as far as they would go, looking over Obi-Wan's shoulder. As he turned his head to look behind him I laid my blaster to his neck. He froze.

"That's what Brod would do to you, if given the chance. Of course, he would have pulled the trigger."

"I would push him away with the Force." He spoke softly. And coldly.

"By then you would be dead."

I pulled the blaster away while he turned back around. There were red spots on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry if you think I'm being overbearing. I'm just showing you what I think we're up against."

"Thank you for the instruction, Master Songlifter." His direct blue gaze held me for an eternity. "Don't do this to me," he said, almost under his breath.

"What is it you think I'm doing?"

"Doubting me. So that I'm doubting myself. That cannot be allowed, for a Jedi."

"Is that possible? You doubting yourself?" I was goading him, pushing. It was working. His fists were clenching and unclenching.

"Qui-Gon expects me to do the best I can. That means I have to be perfect. In a case like this, failure is not an option."

"There won't be any failure. Not with me in charge. Get back into some other clothes, Jedi. Then, we'll split up, and see if we can find him."

"There will be no need...." His voice trailed off. He stood there a moment, shifting his weight back and forth. "As you wish, Commander Tollmadi. As you say, you are in charge of this investigation."

I folded my arms and stared off into space. "About time, too. C'mon, go get changed."

Wordlessly, he turned towards the bedroom.

We spent the hours until dark searching for Brod. Cali Security put extra men on all the transportation points, and set up search patterns across the island. Just to be safe, they also assigned an officer to keep an eye on the Noveel villa. We kept Pellanor in the dark, seeing no reason to alarm her and her family unnecessarily, since there was no real proof that one of her kids was a target.

According to reports Brod had been spotted at the staff quarters, over at the practice field, at the skimmer rental shack, and probably at the best restaurant on the island, for all I knew. What I did know is that he had vanished into thin air. I was up for spending the night looking, but since I didn't know the area very well I left it to local security and went back to the cottage. So much for any Force-sensitivity I might have. It sure wasn't working now, when I needed it most.

I got back first. The place was dark, and empty. I poured a very large drink and fell into the chair. I had made a terrible decision, hesitating, unwilling to do anything about Brod with so many people around. Not every case I'd been involved in had a happy ending, but my success rate was high for a good reason. I wasn't one to make mistakes. This was a big mistake.

I was on my second alcoholic beverage when the door opened. Since I hadn't bothered to turn on the lights, my hand went automatically to my blaster.

"If you feel like using that, go ahead. You can say you thought I was a burglar."

"Don't tempt me. I take it you didn't find anything."

His knees brushed mine as he sat in the chair opposite. "No. We may have seen the last of Brod here on Cali."

I smacked my lips together. "If you believe that, Kenobi, I've got some oceanfront property on Socorro to sell to you cheap. You know he's still here. So do I."

"Yes," he admitted.

I could just see the outline of his jaw, and the movement of his throat as he swallowed.

"Once again, I apologize. Master Qui-Gon and I...there was something we needed to do." He was silent for a moment. "Does my talking annoy you?"

I laid my head back on the top of the chair and closed my eyes. "No, Jedi," I said wearily. "Talking is about all we have at the moment."

"There is another option. The Force is a powerful ally."

I put an incredulous look on my face, hoping he could see it. "Let's hope we see some evidence of that soon." I drained the glass and stood up. "Cali Security is keeping the watch up tonight. You and I can discuss these supposed other options tomorrow. I'll see you in the morning."

"I'll be here. Good night, Revin!"

It was funny. He sounded almost upbeat. "You sound pretty confident."

I could see the gleam of his white teeth as he smiled. "It is not in my nature to accept any other resolution. My master says that setbacks are like stepping stones -- there are always other pathways."

"I'm glad to see you're still enthusiastic. You have so much reason to be."

He reached up and grabbed my wrist. "Trust me, Revin. I'm not making light of this. I have attempted to rectify any mistakes that I've made."

I pulled my arm free. "We'll talk about this tomorrow. In the meantime, I'd suggest a good night's sleep. We can both use it."

He had no answer for that. I went to the bedroom, making a big deal of shutting the door tightly. There would be no repetition of last night's little interlude.

I checked with the Communications Center, ensuring that if Brod were caught we'd be the first ones to know. Then I got ready for bed. One thing I'd taught myself was to never take any anger or worries to bed with me. Tonight was no exception. The minute my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

There were no messages on the comm console from Cali Security in the morning. That was good news and bad news. Brod hadn't been caught, but he hadn't gotten away, either.

I considered wearing my uniform, then decided against it, so I put on a pair of lightweight pants and a hooded jacket with a large pouch in front. My blaster fit just fine in it.

Kenobi came in just as I walked out into the living room. My eyebrows shot up. He had on a pair of cut off shorts and a short sleeved shirt with a bright yellow flower pattern. The outfit screamed 'tourist.'

"Little late for that, isn't it, Kenobi?"

"Pardon?"

"Never mind. Been out searching again?"

"Not really."

When no more was forthcoming I studied him closer. Once again he seemed more positive than the situation warranted. He stood in the middle of the room, hands on hips, a lopsided grin on his face. The look in his eyes was the same one I'd seen when he'd been flirting with me on the Swift.

My internal alarms went off again. "You look like you've just done something and gotten away with it, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Want to tell me about it, partner?"

His head came up and he turned towards the door. "I believe Lady Noveel will do that for me."

I didn't get a chance to get that explained. Instead, Pellanor burst through the door screaming.

"Stalia, Daron, he's gone! Valin's gone!"

I glanced sharply at Obi-Wan, who stood back with an almost superior look on his face. Grabbing Pellanor, I sat her down. "Tell me," I said savagely.

The words tumbled out. "I checked on them both when I went to bed," she said, gulping in air. "They were both there. Then Donner woke me a few minutes ago," she continued, running her hands through her hair. "He said that Coach Tom came to the window and told Valin to go with him, that they'd be back in a little while. Valin's not in bed, he's nowhere around!"

I stared from her to Obi-Wan. "I don't see how that's possible. There was a guard on your villa! I'll contact Cali Security. Kenobi, get us some transportation. Something small and fast."

"Revin, wait--"

I rounded on him. "A boy's been taken and a security officer may be hurt, or worse! Go do something useful, Jedi. Hurry up!"

He didn't move, just stared at me with a strange, almost embarrassed look on his face.

Pellanor's head was swiveling from me to Kenobi and back again, the confusion on her face evident. "Who are you?"

"I'm Commander Revin Tollmadi. I'm a Songlifter," I said, pulling a com unit out of my bag. I threw it at Kenobi and then pointed at him. "He's Obi-Wan Kenobi, a Jedi. The guy we're after is wanted for kidnapping and murder. You know him as Cafery Tom."

"You knew who he was?" Pellanor's voice quivered. "And you let him take my son?"

Obi-Wan walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. "Lady Noveel, your son is safe. He'll be returned to you very shortly. The guard is safe also," he added, looking at me.

Both of our heads jerked up. Pellanor spoke first. "What? What are you saying?"

Obi-Wan's head was pointed in Pellanor's direction, but his eyes were focused on me. "I thought that Brod was getting ready to make his move. It is his style, to befriend a boy, gain his confidence. So, last night, a substitute was prepared. Brod does not have your son, Lady Noveel. He has a Jedi."

My head snapped back as if I'd been struck. I stared at him, dumbfounded. "And you know exactly where they are."

"Yes."

I led Pellanor to the patio to wait until Cali Security could get there, take charge of her and assure me that the Jedi had cleared his little plan with them and their officer. Kenobi went out to get us a vehicle. That took only a few minutes. Once everyone had left I confronted him, reminding myself to keep my voice steady.

"So, Qui-Gon Jinn brought in another Jedi -- and picked up Valin?" He nodded. "That explains why you've looked like you just won the Coruscant Lottery," I said, shaking my head. "Why didn't you tell me what you were planning?"

He spread his hands out in front of him. "I didn't think you'd understand or approve my bringing a child in as a decoy. Ulo Shafera isn't as young as Valin, he just looks very young for his age. I needed someone who was very good with Force suggestion, and Ulo certainly fit--"

He broke off when I stepped forward and poked a finger into his chest. "You're the one who doesn't understand! I wouldn't have cared if you'd used a kid of mine to trap Brod. Or the real Valin, if need be. It's not how it's done that counts. It's letting your partner in on it." I poked him again, for emphasis.

This time he caught my hand and held it, his expression as incredulous as his voice. "It wouldn't have mattered to you if Valin had been put in danger? Or anyone else, for that matter?"

I was past the point of caring what he thought of me or not. I was just furious at him for setting this up without my knowing it.

"I'm a very experienced Songlifter, not some frightened little girl, Kenobi. Padawan Kenobi," I corrected. His eyes narrowed. That had hit home. "I hunt bad guys. I'm very, very good at it. This sounds like a good plan. I would have approved, if you'd told me about it. Now, I'm worried that we might not be able to get to Brod before he realizes he's got the wrong kid. I happen to think he can kill your little Jedi before he even knows what's happening. He did it to the others, didn't he?"

He dropped my hand. "I didn't realize you were so...I suppose, it's possible, but I don't think--"

I put the most superior look I could on my face. "Don't think. What didn't you realize? You figure you Jedi are the only ones with an angle on insight? I know how criminals operate, Kenobi. I also know what they'll do to escape. It's my business to know." I checked the charge indicator on my blaster and stuck it in the jacket pouch. "Let's go. You got the transportation I asked for?"

"Right outside." As I went to go past him he grabbed my arm, and I ended up against his chest. "Revin, I apologize. I--"

I'd had enough of talking. I pushed off, a little roughly. "Later, Kenobi. After this is all over you can apologize for thinking I was somebody else. And if you think I will, you're very much mistaken. Right now," I hurled back over my shoulder as I headed for the door, "we've got a murderer to find."

"Understood. I'll drive."

I was going to protest that, but I saw another look in his eye then, and so shut up and left him to it.

Which is a good thing, because he was the best pilot I'd ever seen. The little two-seat skimmer was very, very fast, and I was pretty sure we were getting spray from the lake's surface. There were private islands and dive ports in the direction we were heading. Plenty of places to hide.

Since I was busy contacting Cali Security and letting them know what was going on we didn't say anything to each other for a while, which gave us both a cooling off period. I sorted out my own impressions. Obi-Wan didn't seem worried, so I figured the illusion was still in place. He'd said the Force was a powerful ally. That was the kind of partner I wanted...one that I could always count on. One that didn't disappoint.

After about ten minutes of flying I figured it was time to find out what he had in mind. I couldn't resist the sarcasm. "If you can bring yourself to do it, tell me your plan."

The tone of my comment didn't pass notice. He forced out an agitated breath. When he spoke, his voice was quiet. "I wanted to get Brod away from innocent bystanders, in case something went wrong. Ulo's taken care of that. He's in no immediate danger, by the way. They are moving, but very slowly. It's a boat, and something's wrong with it. Ulo must have disabled it somehow."

"He's talking to you?"

Obi-Wan shook his head. "We don't have that kind of Force bond. What I can sense is his respiration rate, which is slow and steady, and some of the elements that are centered around him." He was quiet for about a minute, his hands barely touching the controls, concentrating on something outside himself. His eyes, which he'd closed, opened slowly. "We're getting closer to them."

I looked outside. There was a small island about a kilometer away, and I could see a long pier and several bobbing boats. "Those are diving concessions. There'll be a rental agency on shore. Brod might be going there to get another boat."

"Let's get there first."

He pushed on the controls and in another few minutes we'd settled on the sand next to the pier. "I'm going down to check with the people in charge. I'll get a boat and bring it over. Ulo is very close now," he said, his eyes sweeping the water. "There."

I looked to where he was pointing, saw -- and heard -- the small boat limping in, trailing smoke, the engine misfiring. They were about half a kilometer away.

"There's a place to tie up at the end of the pier. Keep an eye on them until I can get there. Promise?"

I tucked in my chin and looked up at him. "Of course." His eyes prodded me again. "Okay, I promise." I jumped out of my side of the skimmer while he jogged off.

At the end of the pier first a small figure, then a larger man stepped up onto the wooden planking. Kenobi hadn't said anything about staying put. Brod was not getting away this time. I started walking towards them, head down, hands in my pouch.

I got within about twenty meters and looked up, pretending to do a double take. "Why, Coach Tom? And Valin! What a surprise! Here for the diving?"

Brod also did a double take when he saw me, and covered it with a grin. "Hi, hi...Songhand Stalia, wasn't it? Yeah, Valin and I are taking advantage of the midweek diving special. I promised his Mom that I'd take him around, show him some fun stuff. You got an early start, too."

I jerked a thumb over my shoulder, keeping the other hand in the pouch. "Yes, we came down here for the fishing. It's one of my husband's favorite activities. He's over buying some bait. Is there something wrong with your boat? Can we give you a ride somewhere?"

"No, that won't be necessary," he said hastily. "We had a little trouble, but I've already contacted the dive rental people and arranged for a boat. It should be on its way shortly."

"Oh, of course." I took a deep breath, and gripped the blaster -- just as Brod pulled 'Valin' in front of him.

I did a soundless whistle, glanced up into the sky, and then over at them. The young Jedi looked just like Valin, I had to give him that. He hadn't said a word while I prattled on, and I glanced at him again. The knuckles on his fisted hands were white. Whatever Ulo Shafera was doing to befuddle Brod was working, but it also appeared that it was taking everything he had. There was 'something' that wasn't quite right, a feeling in the air that was almost electric. Maybe that was the Force talking to me, the expression of the power that Ulo was using to fool Dific Brod. I concentrated on looking and acting as if I hadn't a care in the world, willing this 'power' to flow through me, if it would, or could.

A movement on the water caught my eye. A boat was putting out from the rental jetty. The delivery guy had a big floppy hat on -- and a flower-covered shirt.

I took a few steps closer to the pair. Brod kept Ulo in front of him, and I couldn't see both of his hands. He kept turning from side to side, looking around nervously, getting very agitated. I needed a distraction.

"Oh, it's hot today, isn't it?" I exclaimed, raising my hands and fanning them rapidly back and forth in front of my face. Then I grabbed the edge of the jacket and exposed my stomach, lifting it up to just under my breasts. "Have you been down here long, Coach? At the resort, that is."

It took a few seconds for him to answer, focused as he was on what I was doing with my hands. "Uh, about a month. Just a temporary job, until the schools go back into session, of course. I teach over at an academy on Coruscant."

"I see." He was almost as good a liar as I could be. "Is that your boat?" I pointed over the water to the approaching vessel, which was closing fast.

"Yeah, I think so, sure." His hands were digging into the boy's shoulder now.

"Ouch, Coach, not so hard!" Ulo Shafera, squirming, twisted free from Brod's grip.

That was the chance I'd been waiting for. Obi-Wan was only a few meters away. I looked in his direction, and our eyes met. He looked down at my hand and frowned. Wait, wait, I could almost hear him say. I shook my head, turned away from Brod and reached for my blaster once again.

Just as I started to turn back Ulo tripped over a protruding piece of wood, stumbling towards Brod. The curtain of illusion shattered, and the face that looked up at Dific Brod, eyes wide, was no longer that of Valin Noveel.

A heartbeat or two passed, and then Brod struck him squarely across the nose, and the boy fell against him.

My blaster and Brod's weapon appeared simultaneously. Mine was pointed at Brod's head. His Poison Stick was pressed against the boy's face.

"I will kill him," he said quietly. "And then you can kill me. But he will still be dead. Drop the blaster and kick it over towards me."

The world went still around me. Poison Sticks were serious business; just a prick from one was enough to cause severe incapacitation and sometimes death, and that was the adult reaction. I didn't want to think about what effect it would have on a kid, Jedi or not. Then the sound of the waves slapping against Obi-Wan's boat intruded into my consciousness. I did as I was told.

Brod picked up my weapon, keeping the Poison Stick to the boy's face, and tapped on the top of Ulo's head, none too gently. The young man grimaced. "And if you try anything, I will kill her." He looked at me. "This was a Force illusion, yes? When I saw them at the resort, I was afraid the Jedi were after me. And then the boat, which was working just fine, developed that little bit of engine trouble." He made clucking noises in his throat, shaking his head from side to side at the same time. "So, you are both Jedi."

"Not me. I'm a Songlifter."

"Ah." He chuckled. "You came to execute me?"

"I came to bring you back." I looked over from him and let my eyes sweep over Obi-Wan, who had stopped the boat at the edge of the pier. "The Jedi want to question you about the four Jedi you murdered on Coruscant."

"Four? Perhaps I did that indeed. Young ones, like this. They're so easy to kill, so trusting at this age. Perhaps I'll make it five." He pushed on Ulo's cheek.

"No!" I held up a hand. "Let him go. Take me." I pointed at the boat. "Your ride is here."

"So generous in defeat, Songlifter. But no, I don't think that would be a fair trade. Besides," he risked a look at Obi-Wan, "why do I get the feeling that this is no ordinary boat delivery? Good man, you will lower yourself over the side of that boat and swim away, where I can see you."

Obi-Wan didn't move. Brod pressed the edge of the stick to Ulo's face again, and this time drew blood. I gasped.

Brod smiled. "No worry yet, the stick itself is sharp. But with a small turn, that is something else again." He gestured at Kenobi, who shrugged, lowered himself into the boat and eased over the side, kicking away.

"We're just going to walk casually down this pier, and use that skimmer I see down there." He waved at me with the blaster. "You go first, Songlifter."

I would do that, but there was something I needed to know first.

"You admit you killed those young Jedi?"

"I don't usually like to boast..."

That was a lie, but I let it pass. "Tell me. You have a captive audience, after all."

He laughed at that, the slit that served as his mouth opened wide. "The little ones are so innocent and trusting, as I said. When their teacher is otherwise occupied it is easy to fake trouble. The Jedi willingness to assist someone in distress proved to be fatal -- for them. And then, they use young ones as messengers, sometimes. When they are alone...but I stopped; there was no money in it. Just the enjoyment." He stepped towards me, the blaster digging into my back. "Let's go."

I looked at Obi-Wan. "Heard enough?" I said, grinning. Then I dropped to my hands and knees and kicked backwards, and caught Brod hard on the left thigh. He stumbled and let go of Ulo.

I stood up and grabbed the hand with the blaster, shoving Ulo away. We grappled for a few seconds and then I pried the weapon loose, pushed Brod back as hard as I could and brought the blaster up. My finger went for the trigger -- just as a lightsaber appeared under Brod's chin.

"Where's your little toy, Brod?" Obi-Wan cried, looking frantically around Brod, then over at Ulo Shafera, who was rising up from where I'd pushed him. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Obi-Wan!"

Everyone, including Brod, looked expectedly at me.

Carefully, very carefully, I pried the Poison Stick out of my sleeve and threw it on the ground. I pointed the blaster at Brod's face again. The blood drained from his face.

"Revin...." Obi-Wan said, very quietly.

I mimed pulling the trigger, and then put the blaster back in my pouch.

"Missed your chance, Songlifter!" Brod said -- with a tremor in his voice.

I ignored that, speaking directly to Obi-Wan. "I got him to tell you what you wanted," I snapped. "And then you got in my way."

The look on his face told me everything I needed to know.

It was all over but the inventory after that. We got Cali Security on a comm channel and two officers showed up shortly thereafter, followed by Qui-Gon Jinn. Master and Padawan kept to themselves, conversing quietly with their younger associate while I arranged for the local constabulary to take charge of our prisoner. Obi-Wan hadn't actually said anything about my 'confession,' but from the look on his face I'd decided to let Brod be transported in something other than a vessel owned by me. I had been prepared to break my commitment to bringing Brod back to justice. I would give Obi-Wan this one last bit of peace of mind.

I followed the security officers back to their cruiser, double-checking that Brod was truly in custody. He sneered at me, but his expression was forced -- he was in restraints and an electronic cage. Satisfied, I headed for the skimmer.

With his master there Obi-Wan Kenobi wouldn't need a ride, and I wanted to avoid a lecture. I was on my way back to the Resort before anyone knew I was gone.

It only took a few minutes to pick up my stuff and let the staff know what was going on -- they were happy to post the bill to my over-abundant credit account. The clothing that Obi-Wan had taken off the Swift went back with me; I made arrangements to have everything else delivered to Pellanor's villa. I took the chance that Obi-Wan and his master would swing by there. I thought about going to see her too, but she hadn't been too happy with me the last time, so I left it at that.

Duchess chirped a greeting when I stepped on board. It was good to be home.

"Commander, should I begin departure procedures?"

First things first. I wanted out of these civilian clothes. Plus, there was a quick report to file, to let my superiors know that Brod was in custody.

"Not yet, Duchess. I'll be taking her out myself."

"Understood, Commander!"

I lingered in the shower this time, letting the water get as hot as I could stand it, washing off Dific Brod. It felt good. Then I put on every uniform piece I had, including the flat hat with the Songlifter insignia, all curlicues and dots that spelled out 'justice' in Old Predetan. I laid my black gloves and the jacket on the bed. When I got to my office to accept congratulations for catching up with a murderer I wanted to look the part.

The blasters went on last. I settled them on my hips, looked at myself in the mirror, and smiled. This was me. This was what I was comfortable with. I put on the gloves and the jacket, settled the cap at a jaunty angle, and palmed the door open, heading for the Bridge.

I hadn't been there a minute when Duchess called out.

"Commander, you have a visitor."

"Identify."

"It is Obi-Wan Kenobi."

I finished sending my messages. "Give me two minutes, then open up, Duchess." At least I would give him the robes he'd left on my ship.

"As ordered, Commander!"

Obi-Wan was waiting in the passageway as I strode up carrying his travel bag. He half turned to me, and stopped abruptly. I think the full uniform was a surprise.

He hesitated for a moment as I handed him the bag. "This is hard for me, Revin. I'm trying to understand. It's just not something that's covered in the Jedi Code."

The corners of my mouth arched up in a thin smile. "Oh, I think you'd find it there, if you take the time to look." I folded my arms and studied him. "You, Qui-Gon Jinn, and the other Jedi serve as protectors and peacekeepers, but there are times when that isn't enough. That's where Songlifters come in."

His face changed. I knew I had to say it. "You can't get past that I was going to kill Dific Brod, once I'd gotten him to speak about the Jedi murders." Sighing, I looked up at the ceiling and then back down at him. "Isn't it possible that we can separate one part of our reality from another?" I said softly. "That's what I do, pure and simple. Without worrying if it turns me to the dark side, or whatever you want to call it." I put my hands on my hips, exposing my weapons. "I have no problem with carrying out the necessities of being the Republic's final security solution. I'm sorry if you can't understand that."

He smiled grimly. "I'm working on it. I plan on doing a lot of talking with my master on the way back to Coruscant. So I'll be ready when you come."

I tilted my head and frowned at him. "Come? Come where?"

The smile was broader this time. "To Coruscant. We'll need confirmation of what Dific Brod told you -- if he refuses to answer questions." As I held up my hands to protest he continued. "Master Qui-Gon's already cleared it with your boss. That's where he is right now, setting everything up."

I blew air out of my cheeks. "You've done this without asking me again."

"Yessss," he conceded, eying me warily. "But I didn't think you'd mind, this time."

"Hmm...that the Force talking to you again?"

"And you think you have no Force-sensitivity," he scolded.

"No, what I have is a Songlifter's skills, Jedi," I retorted. "Ever since I walked up you've looked everywhere in this passageway except at me, you keep moving your hands in and out of your sleeves, and you're balanced on the balls of your toes. If you were a normal person I'd say you were dying to ask me something. Since you're a Jedi, I'll just say you're anxious to obtain an answer to a difficult question."

"Then forget I said anything about you being Force-sensitive. My mistake."

I poked him in the chest.

"Ouch, okay, okay." He shifted position, and his face grew serious. "Can we count on you, Revin? To come to Coruscant?"

"To see Dific Brod answer for some of his crimes? You bet." Then I thought about something, and froze. "I'll get to bring him back to Predetan, right?"

From the look on his face, he hadn't thought about that. "I...don't know. We're handing him over to Republic Security...."

I threw up my hands. "Oh, great! I'll never see him again!"

"You would want to?"

I thought about that for a moment, and then shrugged. "Maybe not. Maybe I don't ever want to see that face again. I did my part in this, I guess it's time to let someone else deal with it."

"You can't do everything, Revin."

"I can try, Obi-Wan."

"First name at last! I'm honored!"

"No, you're Obi-Wan Kenobi, remember?" I laughed, and then let the sound trail off. "The sooner I get to the office, the sooner I can be on Coruscant."

He nodded. "Qui-Gon will be back shortly. No doubt I have a lecture or two coming my way."

With a mock frown on my face I said, "I hope nothing too terrible. Then again, if he'd like some pointers--"

"That won't be necessary," Obi-Wan said hastily. "Qui-Gon Jinn is perfectly capable of talking my ear off without any help. Jedi Masters are, well, Jedi Masters."

"Really! I didn't get that impression at all."

"Be around him for any length of time and you will," he answered, smiling and taking my hands. "I need to let you go, don't I?"

"If you want me on Coruscant soon, yes. I've got files to clean up, and I need to make sure Barki's on top of everything, and reschedule a couple of briefings, and--" I stopped. "Something amusing?"

"Not at all," he said, covering the grin on his face with his hand. "Your dedication to your work is amazing. When I think about what it is you do...that's what I'll remember."

"Time for me to go, Obi-Wan."

He smiled slowly and then moved closer, taking my chin in his hand, his eyes wide. I could lose myself in those eyes. "It's not a good idea to disobey orders from your partner."

"Never a good idea."

Obi-Wan kissed me, taking his time. "I'll see you soon, Song."

"Absolutely." That's a promise I'll keep. The End

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