She was gone. The vampire left without a word, and Jane felt as if her entire world had stopped turning altogether. She sat at her desk, distracting herself

with work. Trying everything to get the blonde off her mind, nothing worked. Jane wasn't sure if her heart was even beating at all. It felt like it gave up.

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When the doors to her office would creak, Jane would sharply turn her head to check if a beautiful pale woman was walking through them. Sadly, it was often

Korsak or Frankie coming in to check up on her. What's wrong with me, she thought, why do I feel so detached from the world? Why am I so empty inside, how

does she do this to me? Jane shook her head. For the third time today, she stood up to go get a breath of fresh air and Frost followed. She started to notice

that Frost was following her around like a love sick puppy. This time when he reached for his coat, Jane glared at him.

"Why are you following me, Frost?"

The man looked down; he rubbed a hard hand on the back of his neck.

"I've been asked to."

"To what, and by who?" she furrowed her eyebrows at her partner.

"To watch you, by Maura." He looked at her seriously. She looked for any sign, pleaded for any sign, that he was joking. Hearing her name was painful, but

Maura asking him to watch her hurt even more. Why does she care, Jane thought, she's the one who left. With a loud groan, the brunette headed out the

doors with the man following her.

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Frankie was standing outside the hospital, watching the M.E fall swiftly out the window. His blood boiled with the terrible smell of death filling his nose. He

hated vampires, and he hated Maura Isles even more. He vowed to do anything to protect his sister. Nothing would get in his way, and he wouldn't hesitate to

rip the M.E's throat apart.

Maura approached him with caution, holding up her arms in a defensive position to show that she was of no threat. That didn't matter to Frankie, a blood

sucking vampire who almost killed his sister was always a threat.

"Frankie." she nodded to him, speaking in a soft and kind tone.

"Leech." He spat at her in clear disgust.

Maura took note of the spit leaving Frankie's lips and quickly stepped aside.

"Listen," she began, "I love Jane. I would never hurt her."

"You already did." His eyes were dark. The big hands were curled into tight fists. Frost interrupted him by blocking his view of the blonde. His hands clasped

onto the shaking shoulders of Frankie. The tall man looked to the left at Maura, "Stay away from my sister!" He shouted before shrugging off the dark hand

and storming off into the woods. Riiiiiiip.

"I'm so sorry, Maura." Frost lowered his head before chasing after Frankie. Riiiiip.

The M.E stood in the shadows. He's right, she spoke to herself, I did hurt Jane. She contemplated her choice, but decided quickly. She would leave. She would

leave to protect Jane. Maura sped into the forest, catching up the the still wolves who were telepathically arguing with each-other.

"Frost," a cold hand rubbed the thick gray fur of his head, "I am leaving. Frankie is right." A low whimper was building in the dark wolf's chest. He shook his

head, pleading for her not to leave Jane. Tears were forming in her eyes "I'm so sorry, please look after her for me." The last sentence barely made it out in a

whisper. With a thundering noise, she was gone in a run. Frost lifted up his head and let out a bone chilling howl. He hurt. Not for himself, but for Jane.

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Jane rubbed her eyes, they stung from the tears. Frost pulled her into his arms, cradling her. He was hot like a space heater. Jane was afraid she would break

out into a sweat. Her thoughts traveled to how much she wished for Maura's cold body to take away this searing heat. She lost it, she lost control. The

overwhelming pain took over her. The tears stained into his blue shirt. It didn't bother him. It was his job to protect her. It was his duty. He needed to, wanted

to protect Jane. Though, what bugged him the most, was that he couldn't protect her from the pain. He had faith in Maura. Frost felt that she would return.

Jane sobbed heavily in his arms. She never cried at work before, but this was uncontrollable. The vampire impacted her life in such a way that it could never be

changed again. The human world she knew, was no long the same world. Vampires and werewolves that were once fantasy became reality. The medical

examiner had a hold on her heart, and it hurt. She missed the deep spectrum pools of her eyes, the cold touch, the comfort of being safe.

Since Hoyt, Jane had never felt safe. She had felt trapped. He pinned her to the floor with two scalpels, grinning at his accomplishment. The red blood oozed

from her tan neck. A voice roared in her ears, breaking the train of though.

"JANE!" Frost called out. Jane jumped and looked at him in surprise.

"What the hell, Frost?"

"You fell asleep, you were screaming in your sleep."

The brunette looked up at the crowd of people staring at her. She had fallen asleep. The warmth of Frost's body made her relax. It was the most peaceful

sleep that she had had in months. Frost looked down at her and smiled.

"Jane." He sighed.

She mumbled, keeping her head on his chest. Frost swiftly picked her up. She put her long toned arms around his neck. She noticed how hard his arms were.

After a short walk, she was back in her chair. Frost had put her down gently and took off his Jacket. He was wearing a tight white shirt. She would have never

noticed it. On his arm was a very detailed tattoo. It looked like a tribal circle. Her cop gut was telling her that something was wrong. That Frost was hiding

something from her. He turned his head and caught her staring at his arm. Once again, he sighed heavily and sat on her desk.

"What do you want to know." He spoke.

"Do you know?" Jane was angry, she was tired of all the secrets.

"Do I know what?"

"About her."

He fell silent for quite some time before nodding his head. "I do."

"Are you one of them?" She was ferociously fiddling with a pen. Not daring to make eye contact, she didn't even blink.

"No." He said firmly.

"Then what are you?" Jane knew the signs. Frost wasn't normal. He was solid, and almost overbearingly sweltering. His tattoo was oddly symbolic. It matched

his personality all too well. Before Frost could answer, his nose stung. He gripped the bridge and groaned. Jane stood up quickly, and asked if he was okay.

The stench was almost surreal to him. He gagged. Goosebumps covered her arm. It was cold, she was cold.

Click, click, click.

Then it hit Jane. It hit her hard. She took off, speeding down the hall, and crashed into the arms of none other than Maura Isles.

The detective ignored the pain. She practically just ran into a titanium wall with full force. Cool solid arms wrapped around her lovingly. They were gentle,

and careful. Tears filled both of their eyes.

"I'm so sorry," Maura was still, "I'm so sorry I left you."

"Never again." Jane was shaking, she was overly emotional, "never leave me again."

"I promise." The M.E kissed the soft dark brown curls.

Frost appeared in the doorway, giving the smaller woman a nod. She smiled and mouthed "Thank you."

Jane wasn't so sure what to think. Right before her was the woman who managed to kill her for months on end, but yet here was the same woman who

brought her back from the dead. Maura was dark angel.