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The smell of dirt, gunpowder, and blood filtered the room. What an unusual aroma when combined together. The crash of the cold waves accompanied by the sound of a silently sobbing honey blonde across from her were" like fingernails to a chalkboard. The feel of the broken wooden chair beneath her and the rope that paralyzed her felt like fire to her skin. The memory of how good things had been for them now erupted. She couldn't remember a single good memory in her life. All she knew was that her fiance was alive. For now.
"Jane," The honey blonde whispered when the sound of steps startled her. She quickly silenced her tears even more than she had before. "He's coming back. Wake up, Jane."
The brunette heard the desperation in her lovers voice. Something she only heard when her lover needed her. After a moment of silence, the detective thrashed against the bounding ropes that compelled her to work harder. She yelled incomplete sentences to the menace.
"Silence!" Was the demand that was returned. Jane knew what would happen if she didn't follow the orders, but how could she? Maura needed to be safe. Maura needed to be out of here. Jane would take any punishment given to her as long as Maura was safe. The brunette could only see the silhouette of her worried and equally tied up partner. How could she have thought Maura betrayed her? How could she have thought that the woman across from her would cheat on her? Lie to her? Hurt her? In more ways than one did she fear of the honey blonde hurting her. Now she felt guilty for ever feeling such a thing. Given the opportunity to apologize, the brunette would take it.
"Shh, shh." She tried to soothe her honey blonde. "It's going to be okay." She had no way of knowing that for sure but she had to calm the smaller woman down. Her breaths had hiked and she could hear the panic attack taking over Maura. "We're going to be okay." She whispered blindly.
"No you won't." Came an automated voice from behind Jane. She tried to turn, to see if she could get a good look at her killer. He'd been disguising his voice. Surely, he knew she would figure a way out. He feared that, obviously if he'd still been protecting his identity.
"What do you want?" Jane demanded, trying to ignore her fiance. She needed to figure a way out of wherever they were. "I can't give you whatever you want while I'm tied up here."
"You can never give me what I want, Jane." There was a tug on Jane's hands. The rope that had been bounding her hands was in his hands. "I never wanted much from you, anyway. I just like seeing you hurt. Just as you made me hurt."
"What do you want?" The brunette tried again. "What did you want?" She altered.
"To see you hurt." The tone sounded familiar but Jane couldn't be sure. "In order for that to happen, I'll need to see her die." He'd been talking about Maura.
This elicited a cry from the honey blonde. Jane's eyes strained to see if Maura had been hurt in any type of way. "Are you okay?" She asked. The smaller woman's crying told her that her companion was still alive, for now.
"I don't want to leave you." Maura whispered, just loud enough for only them to hear. "I can't, Jane. I promised you so much and I wanted to give you all of those things. I wanted to give you the daughter you asked me for. I wanted to give you the happy ending you told me you didn't believe in. I can't let you be right, Jane. I can't leave you now."
Her partner's words were almost humorous. She wanted to hold on for Jane. She wanted to stay for Jane. Even at her last moments, the honey blonde wanted to prove Jane wrong. "Maura, you've already given me so much."
"Not enough, Jane." The smaller woman cried.
"I don't need a daughter, Maur. I don't need a nice house to raise her in." The taller woman felt the tears on her cheeks. "I don't need to retire to some small town that you picked out. I don't need any of it. I need you. You gave me happiness, Maur. When I thought no one could understand me, when I thought no one could love me. There you were, willing to give me all you had. Remember that? Remember when you told me that you had feelings for me? You were so straightforward about it. So confident. I'd been hiding my feelings for years, and as soon as you felt something more you just flat out told me about them. I'll never forget the way you made me feel that day, Maura." Jane could see her partner about to protest so she decided to continue, immediately. "Please, don't think you haven't given me much, Maur. You've given me more than I thought I could ever get. You gave me more than I even asked for. The first day you told me you loved me. The first time we made love. The time we told everyone about us. How sure you were when you said I was the one for you. That this wasn't a fling and that you'd transfer if it meant that we could still be together. When we first started looking at the adoption agencies, because we decided that there's already too many people crowding this Earth. But really I didn't want you to lose your perfect figure." Jane's laugh had been shaky, but it was enough to get a laugh from her partner. "You've already given me enough, Maura. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you. I'm so sorry." The brunette couldn't stop her sobs from coming now. She wanted to reach out and hold her partner. She needed to hold Maura one more time. She needed to kiss her one more time. Although she'd told Maura that she'd given her enough, that hadn't been entirely true. There was so much more that Jane wanted to do with the honey blonde. There was much that they needed to do together before they got married and adopted their little girl.
How could she tell Maura that without ruining her dying moments?
"I love you, Jane." Maura could sense the menace behind Jane. He'd been holding something up. "I love you so much."
"I love you!" Jane shouted back. "Please!" She begged. It wasn't enough. The sound that was ever so familiar to her interrupted her cries and begs. Then there was silence as her eyes tried to focus on Maura. The honey blonde had stopped moving.
Before you read this review or criticize , I want to say that this is apart of a project I decided to be apart of. Why should you have to wait four months until the next Rizzoli and Isles? Every Friday, will come a new short story. No more than 20k or 30k words. A different case. It will all lead up to this point. The stories will feature our favorite girls falling in love, being together, yada yada yada. But, I need people to stand behind me on this. So, if you're interested, let me know. I definitely would love to connect with some of your fellow writers for your ideas. Even if you're not a writer, I'd still love some ideas. Whichever idea you contribute, you will earn full credit. Do you guys think I should do this?
By the way, I haven't given up on Cold Wind. I've just decided to take a short hiatus until I find a new muse. And with the chemo, I don't have time. I sleep a lot. But, I promise I will dedicate myself to this project. Whenever I'm awake and not out of it, I will be writing. So let me know what you think!