A/N: Thanks to 'A New Witch' over at the MuseBunny for the naming of this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own WHR or it's characters, nor do I make any money from them. I simply like their world and enjoy playing in it.

Amon casually leaned back against the wall, one foot propped up against it, arms crossed across his chest, watching the scene before him. He had just come back from the field and the rest of the team had yet to notice him.

Sakaki was playing some hand held video game. His feet were resting on top of his desk, precariously balancing him as he leaned far back in his chair. Amon resisted the very small, childish urge to walk by and put a hand on the younger man's shoulder, pushing just enough to cause him to fall.

Michael was being Michael. He sat typing away at something on his computer, oblivious to what was going on around him. From his vantage point, Amon had no idea if it was work related or not – you could never tell with Michael. Likely as not he was working and playing at the same time.

Then there was Robin and Dojima. They were acting almost like sisters, he mused to himself. Dojima was playing with Robin's hair, braiding it in some fashion so that her hair was pulled back from her face, but most of it was left loose to hang down her back. From where he was, Amon couldn't hear what they were saying, but Robin was blushing and looked to want to disappear. Dojima, on the other hand was laughing, seeming to be teasing Robin until the younger girl couldn't help but laugh along.

He was fighting the urge to smile, though letting a little of the smirk show, when Michael looked up and broke the picture.

"Hey, Amon. Did you find what you were looking for?"

Amon ignored the question. Instead, he pushed himself away from the wall he was leaning against as he resumed his normal, cold facade. "Where's Karasuma?"

"Uh... she went to look in on some suspicious activity..." Michael started, only to be interrupted by Sakaki.

"Good morning, Karasuma-chan!" Sakaki exclaimed. Robin and Dojima waved.

"Good morning!" She glanced at the helpless look on Robin's face and covered her mouth lightly, trying not to laugh out loud.

"Karasuma, come with me." Amon's voice held the stern timbre that usually had people mentally cower in fear. The brunette merely raised an eyebrow at him and followed the lead hunter out to the other side of the elevator.

Amon wasn't sure what he was going to say to her. Saying anything would reveal his unrest. He wasn't one who liked to show his weaknesses, regardless of how minor they were. This, however, was something that he needed the woman's insight on.

Karasuma was obviously getting concerned. Amon had stood there concentrating a bit too long for his normal demeanor. Sighing, he passed a folded piece of paper to her while he turned to look over the railing and down towards the well.

Opening the paper, Karasuma's eyes grew wide. As she read, Amon could hear the deep intake of breath and knew that his co-worker had likely scribed the letter.

"Where did you get this, Amon?" Her voice was soft and hesitant as she tried to swallow the lump of fear that had suddenly appeared in her throat.

"It was under my door this morning," the dark hunter replied, a steely edge lacing his words. Hearing it, he paused a moment to regain control of his voice. "You haven't received anything like this, have you?"

"No, have you asked the others?"

"I don't want to tell them about it yet."

"But..."

"It would only serve to frighten them," he interrupted sternly. "Can you tell anything about the person who left it?" Amon knew that sometimes the brunette could actually tell the difference between who left which emotions on an object. Not having her talent, he didn't know why there were times when she couldn't, but he hoped that this was one time she could.

"No, I'm afraid not. I can only feel your emotions." She faltered a moment, his feelings of anger had been so strong that she wasn't sure if she could have felt anyone else's emotions in that message. But feeling them, she also realized that Amon had allowed her to see something of himself that he never shared with his colleagues. This stoic, unemotional man who led the team, who was always looking out for danger, always ready to pounce, never showed weakness. She knew the entire team, herself included, got much of their strength from his example. It shocked her that he could even feel this strongly about anything.

Amon gave a slight nod. It was what he had expected. He had been annoyed when he saw the paper under his door, figuring it was something from the management of his apartment complex. When he picked it up and saw the pictures of the team on it he had been concerned, but that quickly transformed into anger as he read the message.

"Is it because my emotions are too strong?"

Karasuma paused briefly, debating how to answer. "I don't think he left any imprint on the message," she finally replied. It wasn't a lie, not entirely. She simply couldn't feel the presence of anyone else's emotions on the message, so there was a good chance that there weren't any. At the same time, she didn't want to indicate exactly how strong his emotions were. That kind of admission could easily put Amon in an even darker mood than he already seemed to be in, and she wasn't wanting to be the source of his anger if she could avoid it.

She looked at the message again:

Ah, the happy 'family'.

You, the stoic, aloof father watching over your brood.

Karasuma, the calm, nurturing mother figure.

Sakaki, the typical boy – exasperating his mother at every turn, and angering his father even more with his lack of ambition.

Your second 'son', Michael, the child that any parent would be proud of – smart, reliable, always on task.

Then there are your 'daughters'.

Dojima is the fashion queen and free spirit of the group. Always up to some sort of mischief.

And of course Robin, the baby of the 'family'. Everyone always loves the baby, don't they? Calm, soft spoken and determined, she wins everyone's heart.

What would you do, friend, if something were to happen to one of your 'children', I wonder?

Next to each description was a computer printed picture of the person it was about, usually in some scenario that seemed to emphasize the writer's comment. It was more than a bit unnerving.

"Amon, do you have any idea..."

"No," he cut her off abruptly, taking the message from her, "I don't know who would send this, but I can't make myself believe that this is just some idle threat. I took it to forensics this morning. They didn't see anything that would be helpful in determining who the sender would be."

"Then what are you going to do? We can't not tell the others..."

Again, he interrupted the woman, scowling. "We won't tell the others. Not until we have more information. We have a job to do, we can't have them worrying about this. They wouldn't be able to focus if they knew." He had already thought about telling them before quickly dismissing the idea. At best it would make most of them nervous, at worst it would put them in more danger than they already were. Either way, it was bad enough that Karasuma knew that the message had shaken him. The rest of the team didn't need to know it.

"But Amon," Karasuma continued, heedless of the wrath she knew was simmering just below his surface, "if we don't tell them..."

"I know, Karasuma, I know," he replied, exasperated. "But I can't have them worrying about something that might be nothing until we know more. We don't even know whether this is a prank or not. For now, just keep your eyes open and let me know immediately if you notice anything strange along these lines."

Abruptly, Amon stood and turned to go back to the main office where the rest of their co-workers were, his typical air of indifference pulled back around him. Karasuma could barely suppress the shiver she felt working its way down her spine. She had a bad feeling about this, and she really didn't like that Amon was wanting to keep everyone else out of the loop, but she wasn't about to cross the dark, imposing man either. He was the leader at the STN-J, as far as the hunters were concerned, but it was more than that. Over the several years that she and Amon had worked together, Karasuma had come to respect the closed, brooding man's capabilities and authority. As much as she didn't like it, she would follow his order – at least for now.