The first chapter of the 3rd story in this universe... I now christen it a trilogy and the longest fic I've ever worked on.
Pinholes of light caught the up torn dust as it swirled in the afternoon spot light.
"Come on, fucking move it" a hiss broke through the smoky air and echoed through the walls of the warehouse. The crunch of hurried foot steps broke the hum of distant Boston traffic.
"Calm your tits Roston I'm coming"
"That's not what I heard"
"Shut the fuck up and concentrate on fucking moving your ass" the sound of clattering insured the pair that they were being followed.
"Move it, move it" the first voice ushered and the pair dashed through the warehouse, kicking up the dust and dirt the old cement floor had gained.
The shattered industrial windows shone light that the fleeting forms caught as they ran.
"I can't fucking carry it by myself Roston"
"Man up"
"Why don't you grow some balls first then we'll talk"
The sound of clattering still perused the pair.
"Just hurry, we have gym next"
"So you talked me into this only to get your knickers in a twist over gym?" the voice rose an octave.
"You get all wet when you walk into History so I don't see how you can call me"
Another clank and curse made the pair run under metal piping and out the rusted metal door to bask under the afternoon heat.
"Let's just go"
The hooded pair stalked from the warehouse, their forms melting into the scrap yard towers as they abandoned the scene.
Sounds of irritated mumbling could be heard from the kitchen, the sound travelled across the cold tile to the wood flooring of the sitting room and melted into the furniture.
"Ah" Kristen hissed and squirmed as Emma tried to pull the shard of glass from Kristen's foot.
"Stop moving" Emma hissed, pinching the glass with the tweezers, but paused to give Kristen a unimpressed glare.
"Em, it kills, just yank it out!" Kristen had her teeth gritted and Emma sighed.
"I can't, some skin is trapping it, I have to tear that away to get at it"
"Oh, come on!" Kristen lolled her head back and winced as she felt Emma rip the flesh slowly, tugging at it with the tweezers.
"Fine" Emma stopped and set the tweezers down with a sharp clink.
"What are you doing?" Kristen's brow furrowed and Emma turned her back for a brief moment. Kristen made a irritated huff and soon enough a quick pain invaded her foot once more.
"Em, what?... Oh ow, ow, ow SHIT"
Emma pulled the glass out in a swift tug, sending a few small blotches of blood over the counter top.
"Did it" Emma spoke smugly, planting the now bloody tweezers on a tissue.
"Thanks" Kristen dead panted and looked down at the damage. The flesh hung open, crying small grazes of blood.
"How did you do it?" Emma dabbed the wound with a cotton pad and drowned the cut in disinfectant, before tightly wrapping a bandage around it. Kristen looked around guiltily then from the back of her mind plucked the most obvious lie.
"I just... stepped on a shard of glass" Kristen swung her legs over the edge of the table and Emma perched on the stool looking at her sibling expectantly.
"Jane will want to know"
"She used to me covered in blood" Kristen sighed.
"Family trait" a voice called from the doorway, Maura stood with a broad grin on her lips, holding a black folder contently.
"Hey Mom" Emma and Kristen chimed, Kristen's voice dull under Emma's peppy tone. Maura's heels made a heavy clicking sound as she walked in to peruse the conversation she'd walked in on.
"What did you do?" Maura's voice became worried as her eyes fell on the now bloody bandage on Kristen's foot.
"Stepped on some glass" Kristen shrugged and Emma nodded, still not entirely convinced of Kristen's excuse.
"I'll go and wash my hands, you got some blood on me" Emma spoke flatly.
"It's your fault for ripping half my foot off" Kristen smirked and Emma stuck her tongue out at her.
Maura smiled softly at the interaction of the two teenagers.
"So, why are you home early?" Emma rose her voice over the sound of the running tap.
"I was going to ask you the same question" Jane entered the house and looked at Kristen, who had a lopsided grin playing on her lips. It scared her how much the girl had grown to be like her, she was the same height as Jane, they fathomed that was from Robert's genetics.
"What did you do?" Jane frowned at Kristen. Kristen rolled her jaw, irritated by the frequent question that played on her families lips.
"A shard of glass looked lonely on the floor so my foot decided to give it a hug"
"What did you smash?" Jane gave her a flat look.
"I didn't, it was just on the floor and I went to get a cola and well, ouchie" Kristen's voice became softer on the last word, Jane felt a fuzz of warmth, Kristen had always said that if she hurt herself.
Emma returned with a glass of water and double took her glance as Jo who was sat on Bass's shell, looking smug with her new mode of transport.
"Mom she's doing it again" Emma groaned and Jane glared at the terrier.
"No, Jo get off" she hissed and pointed at the floor sternly. Jo hopped of the disgruntled tortoise and padded over to Jane's side.
Kristen slyly drank the water Emma had required smirking as the action went unnoticed.
Jane rose her eyebrows at the terriers smug stare and rolled her eyes.
"My dog has a thing for your turtle" Jane droned, running a hand through her hair. Maura puzzled at Jane's assumption.
"I'm sure it's just their way of saying hello"
"Oh sure M, like I just jump on your back to say hi"
Kristen nearly spat out the water in attempt not to laugh or consider pursuing the twisted thought that ran a muck in her mind.
Maura blushed and Jane felt the urge to physically face palm herself.
Emma chuckled and turned to see Kristen as she dribbled water down her front due to her restraint on laughing.
"You're vile" Emma snapped and shoved her twin backwards.
"You're vile" Kristen mocked in a sing song tone and walked from the kitchen.
"Come on Jo" Kristen patted her side and the terrier happily trotted to her side and followed her to her room.
"Don't let her on the bed, she's just been..." Maura began but the slam of the door insured her that Kris had let Jo on the bed anyway.
"Too late" Jane chuckled huskily and frowned upon seeing Kristen's shoes layered in mud.
"You let her walk in the house with those things on?" Jane picked them up at arms length and Maura stared in horror.
"Nah, she had already taken them off on the porch" Emma held her hands up in defence.
"Those cost..." Maura frowned.
"A lot, we know Maur" Jane lay out a newspaper to let them sit on something that wasn't going to affect Maura's OCD cleaning.
"They are Macbeth Eliot's" Maura groaned at the now slightly battered black sneekers.
"It's Kris... what do you expect?" Jane shrugged and slid her hand around Maura's waist, pulling her close.