**DISCLAIMER – I do not own the characters, they belong to TNT and associated bodies. **
(However I have a wonderful imagination and that belongs all to me, just sometimes Jane and Maura wind up naked in it, and there's not a thing I can do to stop it. Gutted.)
Short chapter to begin with. This story begins with the ending. The entire story will be told with a mix of the present, to link in with flashbacks to bring us essentially back to the start, which is the end. Confused? (.com) Sorry, couldn't resist. This story won't end well, just to warn everyone. But it'll be happy throughout, so just ignore the sad parts if you like.
HERE WITHOUT YOU.
Sometimes in the Winter, when it would be deathly quiet in the woods; save for her gulps of air, she would hear herself scream. A glutteral, hoarse cry to any and all. A cry of sheer destruction, as if her very soul had been ripped from her. A cry that rocked her very being, that brought her tired legs to the ground, reverberating through her entire body; her nails digging into her upper arms as she gripped herself against her worst fear. As she gripped herself against the thought of a life without Jane.
Six Months Previously . . .
"Maura . . ." Jane breathed as she rolled her eyes and pinched her nose.
"Jane . . ." Maura smiled. "We have been through this, I'm not determining what this is, until I have the results. For now, it's a reddish brown stain."
"Woman!"
"Yes, I am; why?" Maura asked in all seriousness.
Jane smiled. Then laughed, in her own special husky way. Then, in Maura's favourite way; she swaggered the few steps to the Doctor fluttering her eyelashes.
Bending down to whisper in the blonde's ear, she looked around the scene to make sure they didn't have any unwelcome observers.
"Maura, honey . . . If you could tell me that that stain is blood, of the perp; I will make it soooo worth your while . . ." she breathed in the coconut scent of Maura's hair before turning her eyes to the Doctor's lips.
Maura stared at her feet.
"I . . .um . . ." she spluttered. "I . . . one, would . . . ahem, possibly be able to ascertain," she struggled as Jane discreetly racked her index finger up and down her ribs, with the curtain of her Doctor's jacket hiding the intimate moment from possible prying eyes; " . . . that the stain . . . may likely have originated from an . . . Oh God . . ." Maura lost all train of thought as Jane trailed her hand from her ribcage to her navel, stopping directly at the top of her panties.
"The stain may have originated from God, well that sure isn't one I've heard before. I thought you were a scientist, Doctor?" Jane smiled a devious grin and she turned quickly to walk away from the smaller woman.
"Jane Angela Rizzoli you are infuriating!" Maura screamed under her breath, watching the Detective swagger away.