She had reached for her gun, at the same time Maura had reached for her hand.
A gentle squeeze, Maura had sent, and they both had understood that that meant: I understand, but don't do anything rash Jane Rizzoli.
She had unholstered her gun and Maura had done as she had once made her promised: Stay low, stay out of trouble, and don't follow me. Stay safe, and stay behind, if you must follow me.
She knows that Maura has already dialed for Korsak and Frost, as she had headed off in a sprint towards the origin of the scream.
We're at the carnival, she had thought to herself as she had run. People scream, she had reasoned as she had neared the scene. But not like that, and they do, for things like this. She had concluded as she had come to a stop behind a frantic woman behind a counter covered in knives.
They glint, the knives, all shiny and clean, except for one - and there it had lay, amongst the dozen knives, the only one covered in blood.
There it had rested, there it had been left - a glaring object coated in blood - that seemed to match the still flowing pool from a little boy, with a balloon animal in his hand.
A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~