A/N: Trial! I know it sounds all impersonal, it's the feel I was going for.


Jane woke them both early, so they had time to put their clothes back on before the guard came around. They settled back down in their earlier positions, Jane on her back, her head propped up by the wall, Maura tucked beside her, head resting on Jane's chest. Maura took Jane's right hand, pressing her lips to the ring, leaving them there as she thought, her breath burning Jane's skin.

"I love you," she finally murmured into Jane's hand.

"I love you too," Jane hummed lightly, bending down to kiss Maura languidly. "Now. What do we got for breakfast 'round here?"

Maura laughed, sending vibrations through both their bodies.

"Bread."

Jane grinned.

"Better than home!"

Maura smirked back at her, elbowing her gently in the ribs.

"Be nice."

As if on cue, the guard came by. Instead of throwing the food in like he usually did, he waited for Maura to get up and run over to grab it.

"Eat quick, Maura. The court's almost ready for you. And Jane, you can go any time. You stayed the night, as per Mr. Grant's request. Just holler for me."

"I'll stay a little longer," she said, smiling politely at him.

They ate quickly, and sure enough, the guard was back, gesturing for Jane to come quickly. She kissed Maura's cheek as she stood, running over and out of the cell and behind the nearest door, just as the regular police showed up. They grabbed the honey-blonde and guided her away roughly, leaving Jane to run to the courthouse.

She found a seat in the middle, concealed enough that attention wouldn't be drawn to her, but close enough that Maura could see her. Moments later, Maura was guided in, followed by the judge. He sat down quickly.

"Name."

The man sitting next to Maura nudged her and she stood.

"Maura Isles."

"Charge?"

Another man stood.

"Witchcraft and attempted murder, your honor."

"And how does the accused plead?"

"N-not guilty," Maura managed, her legs giving out as she dropped back to her seat.

"Would the prosecution call their first witness?"

"Dr. Pike, please step forward.

He stood from the crowd and walked up casually. Jane didn't like him. She hadn't even met him and she didn't like him. To keep herself calm, she let her eyes scan the crowd. She noticed Maura's mother sitting not too far from her, the woman's hands clasped tightly together in her lap, her lips pursed, her eyes cold as she stared ahead.

"Could you please describe the incident for us, sir."

"Certainly. Constance and her daughters came to the office for help. Caitlin had been experiencing symptoms…headaches, fatigue, loss of appitite, among a much larger list of complaints. I started to explain my expert medical opinion to them when Maura over there got to her feet and started yelling."

"Why does every doctor seem completely ignorant, mother? Someone else already told us that! How can they not diagnose her? She went to Africa with daddy. The same area where everyone got sick from the water. It fits all their symptoms and all we need is the correct treatment."

"Please, Maura, let the doctor do his job, darling."

"No! He's wrong and I know it! Make him treat her for the right thing!"

"She has no grounds to know that! It's…it's preposterous!"

"I'm right, Dr. Pike. I know for a fact I'm right."

"So then why would you do something like that? Hurt your sister?"

"Wha…what're you talking about? I just wanna help her!"

"It's a good cover, yes, but there's only one explanation for your knowledge, missy. And I will not stand around and be told off by a witch."

"That's ridiculous! Mother, just tell him about Dad. Tell him—"

"If she is causing it, does that mean you'll give us the medication for what she says she's causing?"
"Mother…?"

"Of course Mrs. Isles, I'd be willing to help."

"And that's when I called for the police and they took her away."

"Sounds straight forward enough," the judge agreed. " Closing statements?"

"I don't even get to defend myself?!" Maura nearly yelled as she jumped to her feet.

Those near her cringed away, as if her rage made her dangerous. Maura's eyes caught Jane's warning ones from across the room, and she gently sat herself down again.

"I didn't know you had anything," the judge said calmly, leaning toward her ever so slightly, indication that she could proceed."

"I, well I had medical knowledge sir, your honor, because my daddy was a doctor."

"Where is your father?"

"Dead. But he, umm, he left his books behind, and sir, I know it was wrong to do, but I read them."

"Those are not things for a young girl's eyes to see."

"I know, your honor…"
"Do you have any proof, my dear?" he asked softly.

He appeared to be genuinely concerned, actually trying to help even, and Jane couldn't fight the hope she felt. She looked over at Constance once more. The woman was craning her neck to see better, and Jane turned her attention back to Maura.

"I'd tell you where the books were, but mother moved them…" she mumbled.

"If she's here, she can step forward and testify," the judge allowed.

But when Jane looked to where Maura's mother had been, all that was left was an empty chair. Her mouth hung open as the room sat in charged silence. The judge looked to the jury, who nodded solemnly to him. Jane barely heard the next few words, her senses blocked by her mind-numbing rage as she stood and stormed off, a loud 'guilty' was the only thing that echoed into her conscious as the door slammed shut behind her.

"Hey!" she hollered at the middle-aged woman scurrying away. "You stop right there. Turn around and face me," she spat.

Constance turned slowly, tears in her eyes.

"How long did you know?" Jane asked coldly.

"I uhh, I'm not sure what you're talking about," the woman stammered.

"I knew there was something wrong with Maura's story. I just…fine. I understand how you went from doctor to doctor trying to figure out what was wrong with Caitlin, but what Maura never mentioned was how you knew they were wrong. She never said anything about giving Caitlin prescribed treatments."

Constance looked at the brunette, panic in her eyes.

"You knew what was wrong with her already, didn't you? Because that's what her dad died from. And you knew that. You knew, but you had no grounds to say anything! So you just went around, waiting for someone to give you the right answer. And when no one did, you let Maura take the blame. You let her diagnose her, and you let her go on trial. Why in the hell didn't you say something just now?!"

"Be-because…if I came clean now, it would've meant I didn't come clean before, when she first said something to Dr. Pike. I…I could've told him about my husband, but…I just, I froze!" she yelled desperately, grabbing hold of Jane's arms. "And…and if I don't come clean at all, no one would know I was dirty."

Jane let out a dark laugh.

"You coward! You sad, pathetic coward! You sacrificed your daughter! Threw her into the fire, just so you wouldn't get a couple dirty looks?! You had the power to get her out and you just sat and watched. I hope you rot, ma'am. I hope you live the rest of your days cold and alone, because even that is a kind fate for you."

She shoved Maura's mother away from her, bitter tears burning at her eyes as she ran.

"I'm sorry," Constance called after her, but the words just made Jane's anger stronger.

She ran back to the cells, expecting Maura to be back, but the room stood empty, the fence hanging open. Jane looked over at the guard. He was staring at the wall across from him, a stern look on his face. Without turning to look at her, he nodded once, slow and deliberate. She wanted to run over, hug him tightly, but she didn't. She just smiled appreciatively at him before entering the cell. She didn't have to wait long. In a matter of minutes, heavy footsteps thudded closer and closer. Maura was thrown in and the fence was closed roughly. Their eyes locked, and Jane saw a terrified little girl staring back at her. Maura's cheeks were stained, the tear streaks well defined as they had cut through the layer of dirt on her face. Her eyes were red, wide and frightened. A sob escaped her, and her whole body shook.

There was something very wrong. Worse than Jane could've known.


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