Disclaimer: The Sentinel belongs to Pet Fly. There are Stargate SG-1 and Elizabeth Peters references as an inside joke.

Spoilers: Sentinel Too, The Sentinel by Blair Sandburg, and Foreign Exchange

Author's Notes: My first attempt at a songfic: Criminal by Fiona Apple. Seemed appropriate. <g> Lyrics are italized and indented.

Road to Redemption



Hubris. She was drunk with the power of it. To finally take her rightful place, to rid the world of the weak petty stupid little losers who had always surrounded her, to walk among her surviving slaves with her equal, to be gods upon the earth. And then she began to burn. And she felt everything. She remembered everything. She saw everything. For the first time, she knew the truth. Every hatred. Every selfish whim. Every fleeting pang of guilt. And in the crucible of her soul, the flames purified.

I've been a bad bad girl I've been careless with a delicate man and it's a sad sad world when a girl will break a boy just because she can Don't you tell me to deny it I've done wrong and I want to suffer for my sins

When the two men walked into his office, the captain looked up from the unlit cigar he was toying with. "Alex Barnes escaped from prison last night."

Blair Sandburg sat down heavily and swallowed his fear, while Jim Ellison folded his arms over his chest, jaw clenching.

I've come to you 'cause I need Guidance to be true and I just don't know where I can begin what I need is a good defense 'cause I'm feeling like a criminal and I need to be redeemed to the one I've sinned against because he's all I ever knew of love

She studied the delicate wreath of gold wire, lapis lazuli, and coral flowers inside the glass cube with a new appreciation for its beauty and not just its worth, before turning her attention to the lock. Simple, really. Almost an insult after the challenge of the alarm system protecting the house. She lifted the object with careful reverence and placed it in the carrying case she'd designed for it, then departed the way she had come.

"And in international news, the Coronet of Shau'ri was anonymously mailed back to the British Museum's Egyptian Gallery, to be placed with the rest of the Emerson Collection. The coronet, discovered in 1897, was documented in Radcliffe Emerson's definitive History of Egypt, but disappeared from the museum sometime in the late 1940s. This is the seventeenth item believed to have vanished into the black market for antiquities, to have resurfaced under mysterious circumstances in recent months."

Heaven help me for the way I am save me from these evil deeds before I get them done I know tomorrow brings the consequence at hand but I keep living each day like the next will never come Oh help me but don't tell me to deny it

The president of Berkshire Publishing slammed his fist down on his desk. "How the hell does twenty-million dollars vanish from our accounts?"

His chief accountant shook his head grimly. "We can cover it, but there'll have to be cutbacks. Not too many blue-collars or the union will scream. Middle management."

John Berkshire nodded. "Who's next on the hit list?"

Another member of the board checked a confidential file. "Sid Graham, one of our senior editors. Because of the PR flack we took over that kid's dissertation... Steinberg, something like that...."

Elsewhere, a volunteer at the Wildlife Defense League was staring in shock at the donation of fifty-thousand dollars. Around the country, various people at homeless shelters, environmental groups, and the scholarship departments of universities were opening similar envelopes.

I've got to cleanse myself of all these lies 'til I'm good enough for him I've got to cleanse myself of all these lies 'til I'm good enough for him I've got a lot to lose so I'm betting high and I'm begging you before it ends just tell me where to begin

Perched on the roof of a nearby building, the sniper shrugged as he watched his target walk down the steps with her arm around a guy. "Too bad for boyfriend but Brunell wants the bitch dead, no witnesses." He reached for his rifle and froze as a woman's voice whispered silkily in his ear.

"Oh, but he's already been an innocent bystander and that was once too often."

She stepped away from the body of the dead hitman and zoomed in her sight, watching Blair Sandburg and Megan Connor kiss. What she could have had, what she could have been... if only... "Be happy, Blair," she whispered.

She smiled slightly at the furious black jaguar crouched on the hood of her rental car, ears flattened to his skull and tail whipping back and forth in rage. "Calm down, I'm going, I'm going. Take care of him, Jimmy," she added fondly, getting into the car and checking her plane ticket.

Naomi Sandburg was in Chicago trying to save a landmark hotel from being torn down to build luxury condos. According to her research, the head of the development company had a weakness for busty blondes and a jealous wife who held the pursestrings. There was a black lace teddy and camera equipment in her luggage. She couldn't be a cop, but maybe she could try to protect people from the other side of the law. And maybe some day she could make it up to Blair for what she'd done to him.

Let me know the way before there's hell to pay Give me room to lay the law and let me go I've got to make a play to make my lover stay So what would an angel say this devil wants to know What I need is a good defense 'cause I'm feeling like a criminal and I need to be redeemed to the one I've sinned against because he's all I ever knew of love

~ End ~

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