Someone Who's Always There: Chapter Ten: When Things Can Only Get Worse
Just a bit further…
Maura's fingers were strained to reaching the phone… they were only millimetres apart… but suddenly, she heard the closet door slam shut, and the boxes underneath her was swept away.
And then it all went dark.
Usually Jane worked quite happily at her desk, it was great having something to take your mind off everything. Although Jane would never admit it, her desk was sometimes the only place that seemed 'mind wondering free.'
But not this time, her mind was wondering where Maura had been. The doctor hadn't come to crime scene, and to be honest Jane was also worried as well as curious.
Jane, Maura is a grown woman who does not need to be checked up on every five minutes. Jane tried to tell herself in her mind. The detective had reacted like this after the third Hoyt attacked. The one that had included Maura. Even the recollection of it sent shivers down Jane's neck, the way Hoyt had claimed his victory, Jane had been pinned down and Maura had been strapped and stunned. Where Jane had gotten the strength to take down the body guard still caused Jane to wonder till this day.
Korsak watched as Jane continued to tap her pen on the desk, bounce her leg at a ridiculous speed, as well as check her phone countless times. Korsak looked across at Frost who gave a nod, already knowing what the old man was thinking.
"Hey Jane, I sent some tests to be run down at the morgue, would you mind checking if they've got them?" Korsak asked.
Just as soon as he'd spoke, Jane was up and was almost sprinting to the lift.
Curiosity had slowly turned to worry, and worry had turned into a full blown panic. Jumping down stairs, Jane finally reached the bottom floor.
"Hey Chang?" The young woman turned round, she wasn't really used to be called by her last name… it always seemed like a cop thing.
"Yes detective?"
"Have you seen Maura?" Suzie began to try and recollect the last time she'd seen doctor Isles.
"Erm no… I actually haven't seen her in a while"
Oh shit, Jane began to feel her heart racing.
"She might be in her office."
Suddenly Jane noticed a shadow on the floor, its arm raised up, pointing to the door of Maura's office.
Anyone else would have found that scary, or been convinced someone was pulling a prank right now. But Jane had been through weirder, and shadows with no owners was not on her high and must check out immediately list.
Angela watched as her daughter had sprinted down the stairs, burst into the morgue and was now rattling the door handle on Maura's office door.
"Janie, I'm so sorry. I tried to tell you, but it's in you too!" Angela tried to call out to her daughter. Only to be ignored. Angela flinched as she saw Jane take a few steps back, and take a flying charge into the door. Needless to say it came flying off its hinges.
Janie, it's too late. He got her. Angela kept thinking in her head.
"Maura?" Jane called out "Maura!" Jane shouted, running to the lifeless body. There was a nasty gash on Maura's smooth temple. "Maur, please be ok."
"She's ok, just seems to have a concussion. What was she doing?" Suzie asked herself. Looking round to try and find some evidence to try and figure out what the professional doctor had been trying to do. "Leave her for a few hours at home, a bit of rest and sleep. Maybe let her get looked at the next day." Suzie instructed.
"But she's ok?" Jane asked. Suzie couldn't help but smile at the detective. The woman she'd seen floor so many men twice her size, take a bullet, go head to head with psychotic murderers, and now Jane just looked like the most cuddly teddy bear in the world.
"Doctor Isles will be fine."
Why aren't they going out yet? Suzie wondered in her head.
"Well obviously I lack the strength to carry a woman who is four centimetres taller than me, so I'll take door duty. You can carry her, right detective?" Suzie seemed to be teasing Jane. What does she mean by that? Jane wondered in her head.
Looking down at the beautiful doctor Isles, Jane copied what she'd done in the academy. Through them over the shoulder, lift with the legs.
But once Jane had done that, Jane felt like she could have easily thrown Maura in the air and put her in the woman in her pocket. Maura was surprisingly light.
"I'll be on door duty." Suzie said, but turned round and raised an eyebrow at the detective "how romantic." She added sarcastically.
"Shut up." Jane replied in a jokey way, trying to ignore the smell of flowers that Maura carried with her.
They soon arrived at the underground car park.
"Keys are in my blazer pocket." Suzie went fishing into the inside of Jane's blazer pocket.
From where the two cops were standing, Jane had two women wrapped round her.
"Get in their Rizzoli!" Jane could only roll her eyes, ignoring their cheers.
"Have you got it yet?" Jane asked Suzie.
"No… you have a lot of change and sweet wrappers in here."
"Other pocket." Jane admitted. Maura had always complained about where she stuffed her wrappers, in her desk was untidy, and on the floor to be 'picked up later' was unhealthy.
"Got them." Suzie cheered. Unlocking the car a few feet away.
"Well done." Jane replied sarcastically.
After a bit of fiddling with Maura's seatbelt, the two women soon arrived back at Maura's house, but when Jane saw who was sitting on the front porch, Jane's worry soon returned.
"Sister Jane." Sister Derroman spoke with great fear in her voice.
"What's wrong sista?" Jane asked, trying to remember the other woman's name.
"I felt it sister, I fear this demon is much stronger than anything that has been witnessed." Derroman looked round, "where is sister Maura?" The woman asked.
"Maura had a bit of a fall at work today, and she just needs some sleep." Jane said promisingly, although Derroman could see through the raven haired woman's mask, that strong act she portrayed to everyone, was slowly deteriorating with the loss of Maura's company.
"Jane, do not lie to me. What do you think happened?"
Jane put her hands on her hips, trying to grab some form of reality. Letting out a deep puff of frustration, she let out what she'd felt on her chest ever since she'd found Maura.
"I think it got to her, it somehow escaped from me and got into Maura."
"You may be on to something, but as you said once before, Maura has not got an evil bone in her body. So I believe something far worse has happened."
"What's that?"
"The demon temporarily gained access to reality, with no re possession required."
"So what do we do?" Jane asked.
Sister Derroman just seemed to pause. "I do not know child, I simply do not know. But I feel for our own safety, as well as sister Maura's, we all remain here."
Later on that night.
Jane had finished tucking Maura in, who had started to show signs of waking up with little grunts as Jane carried Maura to her bedroom.
Sitting on the bed, Jane continued to engulf the image of Maura into Jane's mind. The way she breathed so perfectly.
"Maur…" Jane slowly tucked a hair out of the sleeping beauty's face "I really love you, hopefully one day I'll get the balls to tell you."
With that, the detective got off the bed and left the woman to sleep in peace.
Going downstairs, Sister Derroman was sitting on the sofa cross legged reading what seemed to be a spiritual book, one of the hundreds Jane had seen at her house.
"You're more than welcome to use the guest room that Maura has."
"And where will you sleep Jane?"
Jane paused, turning round to face the door.
"You feel it would be safer for Maura if you stay awake and keep guard?"
"I just want to make sure… 'it' doesn't come through." Jane admitted.
"Sister Jane, you must listen to me carefully. The spiritual world is a very dangerous business. And there is a reason it usually does not interfere with the human world, only for a specific reason, good or evil. So please just realize, you will not be able to harm it in this world. This thing…"
Sister Derroman pointed to the gun in Jane's hand.
"… in my opinion, causes more trouble than its worth."
Maura please! If you can hear me! Give me some sort of sign. I saw what that thing did to you, it climbed into you. Angela tried to shout, but her speech was now limited to thoughts. Her time was running out.
"I thought I told you, she's mine. Why do you stand in my way?"
"Because that's my job, as a mother." Angela replied, defending herself against nothing but a voice. The pain that struck her mind every time the voice spoke to her, somehow allowed the woman to speak to another form.
"A dead mother, well let's see how well you protect that bitch now…"
Angela watched as Maura slowly started to rise out of the bed.
Slowly walking down the stairs, Maura didn't even cause a sound. It was like the woman didn't even breathe or let the sound of feet on the floor escape.
Entering the kitchen, Angela's eyes widened in fear as Maura's perfect hands wrapped round the handle of a knife that had been left on the counter.
Running towards Jane, Angela tried to shake her daughter awake only for her hands to pass through the sleeping woman, a gun had fallen out of Jane's hands underneath the sofa.
Jane! Angela's energy continued to drain, but with one ounce of energy left, Angela screamed at the top of her lungs:
"Jane Clementine Rizzoli!"
Jane woke up with a start, Maura let out a deadening scream as she slammed the knife downwards.
This is the part where I'll be completely be honest. I forgot about reality and making sense when it came to writing this story.
I continue to forget :D