Jane breathed out, trying to calm her nerves. She couldn't help but feel relieved that there were memories to live out, still. She was curious, and it was almost as if she knew that Iohannes, the assassin from her blood line, had more still to teach her. As if he had more to say, more that she absolutely had to see. Perhaps more to tell her, but of that she was not completely certain. Beyond all shadow of a doubt, however, the detective knew that there was more to the story of the artifacts, the ones that had caused her and Maura to be stuck in this entire situation. The doctor's hand rested on her elbow, a warmth that was both comforting and questioning in the same few moments. Jane turned her palm upwards, waiting for Maura's hand to slide into her own before stroking her knuckles softly. Taking another deep breath, she opened her eyes, nodding the barest little bit.
"The map- You've found it! A novelty, the pieces of Eden." Jane whipped her head to the side. "Suppose you don't have to go through with-"
"Iohannes destroyed his Apple." Her voice was raspy, as if she was exhausted, which was a pretty accurate description.
"The Apple... I had thought it only a legend." The older man rose, shutting his computer and packing it into the desk, which he then locked. "Very well. I will seek out the locations on the map, while you continue with your work here. Maura, to the conference room." Jane swung her legs off of the metallic table, cracking her back before she locked eyes briefly with the blonde doctor. Maura, her best friend, the flawless, perfect woman, looked as though she was fighting between an onslaught of feelings ranging from extreme sadness, to something Jane could only describe as a pure form of rage.
"Get some rest." She whispered, the dark- haired detective nodding. She rose slowly, if slightly unsteadily, and Maura still waited, ever patiently, beside her until she confirmed that she was alright. Walking into the dim room that made up her cell, the detective glanced out the glass window, watching the other two as they disappeared into a conference room. Grabbing a piece of paper from the desk, and a pen, she disappeared into the bathroom, sketching the map she had seen, marking the three places marked on it. Opening one of the drawers she slipped the piece into a gap in the drawer. Iohannes destroyed one, there were three more to go. She had to know, had to make sure that whatever happened, Maura stayed safe. The Apples had to be destroyed. They were too dangerous.
Laying down on the bed, Jane stared up at the ceiling. The blonde was going to be angry, she knew. And if anything, Jane completely understood why. She could have kept her mouth shut, they could have left. Closing her eyes again, Jane imagined a different scenario. Perhaps last Christmas, when she had the perfect opportunity to tell Maura, reaching up to get the angel on her tree, tight pants hugging every dip and curve of her legs, camisole hugging her perfect torso, how much she loved her. How the detective had thought that she would have more than enough chances to tell her again, and she could let this one slide, live in the moment. Jane felt a tear trail down her cheek. How very wrong she had been.
The sliding of the door caused her to shift, tilting her head to the side, locking eyes with Maura. The blonde paused, before she caught Jane by the shoulders, dragging her up, shaking her. Tears were all but pouring down her cheeks, running down pale cheeks.
"What did you do? Jane, what did you do?!"
"Maura-"
"He would have let you go. You would have been free, Jane. You wouldn't be stuck here, dying." The detective reached out, cupping her best friend's face in her hands.
"For how long though, Maura? The map he saw, Iohannes was trying to destroy the pieces. He succeeded with the first one." She let her voice drop deeper, to a hushed whisper. "And what about you?"
"I don't matter-"
"Don't you dare." She paused, hazel eyes watering, widening in shock. "Don't ever say that. Please."
"Jane, you could have gotten away from him. I... I can't. He's my father." She curled up on the mattress, strong arms wrapping tightly around her as they shifted, lying down to face one another. "I... I can't get away."
"Where is he now?"
"Looking for the Pieces of Eden. From now on, its both of us, locked in here. God, Jane, I'm killing you, I-" Jane silenced her, shaking her head slightly.
"Maura, I swear, I will find a way for you to get out of this. I swear it. We'll figure this out, alright? Together." The blonde smiled, wiping gently at her tears, resting one hand on Jane's abdomen, tracing hardened muscles there. The detective pulled her in, burying her nose into blonde waves.
"When you say it Jane," She breathed so lightly that the detective nearly missed the words. "I actually believe you." The Italian woman smirked, brushing her fingers over the woman's spine, holding her closer than she had ever really dared.