A/N This is supposed to be a very very small portion of a much larger story that I'm trying to write. I'm not sure about it yet, so I would love some feedback, let me know if you would be interested in reading the rest of this story. Tell me if you don't like second person writing, because I don't know if I do. Anyway, this is my first fic, so go easy on me and feel free to let me know what you think, you can drop by my tumblr, someonebringmetacos.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. All characters and such are owned by TNT and Janet Tamaro and whoever else.
There's a knock at the door, you glance at the clock on your bedside table and wonder who could possibly be at your door at 2 o'clock in the morning.
When you open the door you see her, the reason you haven't slept in months, the woman who broke you, your beautiful Maura. But something is off, you can tell she's been crying and her lip is bleeding and she has a nasty bruise forming on the side of her face.
You bring her inside and she collapses in your arms and you can feel her fresh tears running down your neck, and she keeps muttering about how sorry she is. All you want right now is to be mad at her, because she left you, you told her you loved her and she left.
But all you can feel right now is sympathy for the broken woman in your arms. Her sobs finally quiet and she pulls away and you help her slip her jacket off. You can't hold back the gasp that escapes your lips when you see all the bruises that litter her body, some old and some still forming.
You notice something else too, her stomach. It's flat, not like the stomach of a woman who is supposed to be 7 months pregnant.
A/N Did you like it? Want more? Also if anyone with a lot of time on their hands wants to work with me on writing this, I would not at all be opposed to that. Thanks for reading.