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Thick black smoke curled into the sky as they made their way into the suburbs two hours later. The trucks slowed and they all stood in the back of the trucks watching. "Anybody know what's over there?" Jane called out.

A dark head popped out of the window on the truck beside her and she could see a man they all called "The Reverand" smiling at her. He was a cab driver before the apocalypse and seemed to know every nook and cranny of city. "Gated community. Called The Colony or something like that. Nice place by all accounts."

Jane nodded. "Spread out, at least two blocks between us. Keep radio contact. We need to find out what the hell is happening and not get killed doing it."

Handing a rifle to Maura and taking her own she motioned for the others to start moving forward. "Let's go Jerry, slow and steady."

Maura held on to the roll bar as the truck eased forward, scanning the street in front of them. "If the smoke is any indication there will be casualties, breached defenses, it's a triage situation."

"Do you have enough supplies?" The doctor shrugged, then tapped at a plastic bin with her foot.

"Medication is limited. What I have is mostly first aid, and emergency kits." Jane reached over and rubbed the woman's back.

"We can't fix everything. We might not be able to fix anything, so just remember one thing. You're one of the most compassionate people I know, and I love you."

A small smile finally cracked the mask Maura had worn since they'd left the warehouse that morning. "I love you too, Jane."

"Let's get this done."

R&I

The streets were cleared for the most part as they broke through the buildings and the destruction became clearer. The gates of The Colony had been torn open and someone had driven two minivans in to block it. The streets in front of the were littered with the bodies of zombies and survivors alike. There were several of the undead pawing around the cars at the gate and more were staggering their way toward it. The radio on Maura's belt crackled. "I count twenty zombies heading toward the gates from the west."

"Only six from the east."

The doctor unclipped the radio. "The gates are blocked, but they're piling up." She glanced at Jane who nodded. "Start heading this way."

Jerry kept the truck idling on the side street. They saw several buildings on fire behind the low stone walls. The other two trucks stopped at the ends of their streets, waiting for some signal. Taking a deep breath Jane scanned the chaos in front of her.

"We need a distraction. There's no way we can get in there with so many of them."

Jane held her hand out for the radio. "Reverand. You claim to know every street in the city."

His voice came back to her. "Absolutely. I can't get lost."

Sharing a smile with Maura, she looked at the swarm again. "I need you to take a few of these guys on a tour of the city."

"I can show them all the sights."

"Don't get yourself surrounded, be smart. If you can't make it back here head to the warehouse."

"You got it boss."

"Don't call me boss. Keep your eyes open Rev. No heroics."

She was looking at him now and he waved a hand out the window. The big truck swung around, idling for a moment before an '80's hair band started echoing across the streets. Maura furrowed her brow. "Is that Warrant?"

"Firehouse. Woof." Jane was shaking her head as the truck started creeping it's way forward, a growing tail of zombies in it's wake.

Looking at the fences and walls again she saw several heads starting to peek over the top. Waving her arms to get their attention she motioned for them to keep quiet. "Frankie, come on up here, slowly. We need to clear out the stragglers."

She'd left her nightstick behind this time, opting for a machete. She watched warily as Maura tugged a sturdy crowbar from her bag. "You don't have to go out there. Stay here until we clear it out."

"No, there may only be a few left but I've got your back Jane. I've done this before."

Jane sighed, then leaned forward and left a soft kiss on the doctor's lips. "Stay close. Be careful."

The hopped over the sides joining Frankie and his partner on the street and moved forward as one. The passengers in the trucks were watching over them with rifles, and they could now see several people on the fences keeping watch as well. The zombies who'd stayed behind only now seemed to be noticing them and turning their way. Jane killed the one heading for her, burying the machete in the top of its head before yanking it out, and glancing at Maura. The doctor jabbed forward with the crowbar, impaling what used to be a man through the eye socket.

Maura moved toward two that were still making a meal of some unlucky survivor, leaving the others to deal with the last few at the fences. They were easy to take care of and probably never knew she was there. The survivor was just opening his eyes again as she straightened up. The first time she saw this happen, she hadn't wanted to believe it and it almost got her bitten. This time she brought the crowbar down, destroying it's brain before it had time to react.

Nothing else was moving around her and she turned to see Jane and the others stepping back from the fence watching the people now crowded on the tops of the walls. A tall woman looked down at them. "Who are you?"

"We're from the warehouse outpost. We heard your distress call last night." Jane took up the role of spokesperson.

"What happened to our runner?"

They all shifted uncomfortably. "He was killed. Someone booby trapped the meetup. What happened here?"

The woman paused. "A mobie group came in just after dark. They had explosives, and were heavily armed. We lost a lot of good people. But we have plenty left."

It was a warning. "We found some survivors on the other side of the city. They'd met up with them too. Humvees, a few trucks."

She reluctantly nodded. "We're not hear to cause you harm. We've brought some supplies, and all the information we were offering last time."

The information was really nothing more than basic survival and medicinal skills, and once the Colony had confirmed they could use the thumb drive it was saved on, they'd struck a deal. They could grow plenty of food here. They were backed up against a golf course that had it's own fences and had been kept clear for most part throughout the fall of the city. In exchange for water, which the warehouse was now in bountiful supply, the Colony would grow food. Both sides knew without the other it was only a matter of time before they both fell.

It only took a moment for the decision to be made. She called down to someone near the gates. "Move the vans."

Motioning to their own vehicles, Jane nodded at the woman. Their trucks followed them in before the vans were quickly moved back into place.

R&I

The smoke was rising from the remains two houses near the gates. A few cars were turned over inside and from what Maura could see there was similar destruction down the street. The woman from the wall moved toward them quickly. She held out her hand to Jane, "I'm Gina Nichols. For a minute there we thought they'd come back for more."

Motioning to the scaffolding that had been built next to the wall she indicated several people with rifles keeping their eyes on the streets. "Jane Rizzoli, how much damage did they manage?"

"They took out the gates with explosives. Our lookouts didn't see them until it was too late. It only took them seconds to start the fires. They had armored vehicles so any rounds we fired just bounced off. Bastards had a trail of zombies behind them. Fighting off both of them was impossible."

"How many injured?" Maura came forward, shifting the bag around her shoulders.

"Ten. The one you finished out there, he was one of three that were bitten. The others are at the field house but they hit it pretty hard. We kept most of our supplies there."

The doctor held out her hand. "Dr. Maura Isles. I'd like to take a look, see if I can help. I've brought a few supplies."

"We would appreciate it. Dr. Sanchez is excellent but he's also a veternarian. He's been a little overwhelmed."

Maura nodded, "I was a Medical Examiner, I know exactly what he's going through." She turned to Jane. "I'll take Jerry with me."

"I'll be that way soon. We're going to see what we can do about the gates."

R&I

Jane stood next to Frankie staring at the two minivans now jammed in where the gates used to be. "That's probably about the best that can be done until we hunt down a welder, Jane."

"There's some guys at the warehouse who could do it, but you're right, for now it's the best thing they've got."

Gina came up beside them. "Most of us were white collar before all this. Those of us here are what's left of the residents of The Colony. A few others from surrounding neighborhoods managed to make it here but we're really just a bunch of hobbyists. A garden here or there, where the neighborhood association allowed."

Jane smiled. "We were a bunch of cops when all this started. We managed to learn a lot from the people we saved, and a lot for ourselves."

"Oh we're managing quiet well. Don't count us out." The woman reached out and squeezed Jane's arm, letting the touch linger. The detective shifted a bit out of her grip.

Frankie bit at his lip to stop the smirk from taking over. "We brought some food and tools with us to help you get back on your feet. Once we figure out what else needs to be fixed we should be all set."

Gina let her hand drop from Jane's arm but stayed close. "I'm here to take you down to the fieldhouse if you're ready."

The detective motioned for the other woman to lead the way before turning to see Frankie's wicked grin. "Don't you start!" She whispered harshly.

"Maura's gonna be pissed."