Title: Anatomy of a Broken Soul
Author: AllOverTheWorld
Author's Note: Great big thanks to…Goose197, Candy77, LittleSpooky and FaBbEr0oZ who all reviewed the last chapter. Also thanks to darkemberdagger, Candy77, FaBbEr0oZ and Swisha, all of whom reviewed Rollercoaster. Enjoy.
"Who knew daytime T.V. could suck so badly." Jane said, irritated as Maura flipped through the channels again "It's just one soap opera after the next. I mean come on, how many times can a wife cheat on her husband with a mysterious lover who turns out to be her brother?"
"A recent study showsthat soap operas have actually increased the chance that a man or a woman will cheat on their spouse/significant other." Maura stated***
"What?" Jane said, laughing "So a sudden desire to be like Annabelle, and sleep with your best friend's man, who in turn is sleeping with some other girl, just over powers the population? Do they not see all the parts where the character's get shot?"
Maura, missing all of Jane's sarcasm, simply said "The study didn't specify why the people were more likely to cheat on their significant other so therefore anything you or I saw would be complete conjecture."
"Sarcasm Maura, I was being sarcastic."
"Oh." Maura said sounding rather dejected at the fact that she went by, completely oblivious to the subtext of Jane's comments.
"It's okay though" Jane said hurriedly "I love having Google as a best friend."
Maura just frowned at Jane, then turned back to the television "I will have to agree with you on the fact that there seems to be nothing besides talk shows and soap opera's on the television. We could go for a walk?" she suggested, it had been three days since her release from the hospital, and neither woman really appreciated being stuck inside on a Friday night. However the only benefit to this was that they were with each other and because it was indeed Friday night, they would be with each other at the Dirty Robber, or some other local cop bar.
They would no doubt spend the evening talking about work, then their practically nonexistent love lives (that topic seemed to be getting increasingly awkward for a reason no woman could explain, logical or not) and finally they would start talking about something either irrelevant or unimportant. This, however, was not a problem because they were with each other.
"You know what I'm craving?" Maura said, opting to not go into the detailed process that is involved when one 'craves' something in an attempt to not sound like the popular search engine.
"Lemme guess" Jane said, but after a moment she shook her head "I got nothing. So tell me Dr. Isles, what are you craving?"
"I don't appreciate your attempt to find a way to mock me, but I think you could make it up to me by getting some ice cream."
"Ice cream, got it." Jane said, had Maura asked her this a few days ago Jane would have called over to Frost or Korsak and politely demanded that they bring some Phish Food ice cream. However three days had passed since Maura's release from the hospital and there hadn't been as much as a peep from any of the department's confidential informants regarding Kennan O' Shay. Jane was beginning to think that Patrick Doyle had gotten it wrong, the abuse was just that, some low-life, scumbag abusing his girlfriend, too bad he chose the wrong woman "You want anything else while I'm out?"
Maura shook her head "I think ice cream should satisfy me."
Jane paused, standing at the front door contemplating taking her gun or leaving it with Maura. In the end she decided to keep it with Maura, however the fact she did only have one usable hand would provide to be a problem "Okay" she said standing just behind Maura and placing the gun in her left hand "You remember the last time I taught you how to shoot and gun and stuff?"
Maura thought for a moment then nodded "Yes."
"Well, this time you only have one hand so the kick back from the gun is going to be a little bit harsher than if you had two hands. That is if you have to use it." She explained and as she did so she carefully wrapped Maura's left hand around the grip of the gun. The two women were so close that Jane could have used Maura's shoulder as a chin rest had she pleased "Now if you pull the trigger you're going to get pushed backwards a little by the force so-"
"Prepare myself. However the event that I should have to use your gun is very slim but I will be prepared." Maura said.
"Awesome." Jane said "I have my phone if you need me." She called as she walked out of the door, completely oblivious to the man standing in the emergency exit stairwell.
Maura had finally settled on the History Channel, it was a rerun about the cartel wars going on down in Mexico, not particularly interesting to her, but at least it might pique Jane's interest when she returned, hopefully, with a frozen desert in tow. The sound of someone putting a key in the lock, startled her out of watching the show and her hand curled around the grip of the gun, with her finger resting lightly on the trigger, just like Jane had showed her. The door swung open but instead of the dark haired, dark eyed detective, a man with emerald green eyes and close cut black hair stepped into the apartment.
In one, sort of swift, but more shaky, movement Maura brought the gun up and aimed it and the man's chest, before she knew it she had fired, or at least tried. An empty click echoed around the room and the man laughed as he walked over to her and plucked the gun out of her hand, as Maura struggled to form words.
"You forgot about the safety, or rather Jane forgot to tell you how to take the safety off. Not that you would have managed with that hand of yours." His Irish accent was thick, but Maura heard and understood every word of it.
"You're Keenan O' Shay." She stated
"Ding, ding, ding." He said as he pulled her roughly to her feet, the barrel of his own gun now pressing into the small of her back, there by stopping any attempts at an escape "Now, you're going to sit right here and we are going to wait for your detective to come back." He said as he slipped a set of zip ties around her left wrist, looped them through a belt loop and secured them. For her right arm he just took out a roll of duct tape and wrapped it around her arm and side a few times, securing her arm to her side, via pinning it there.
Two short minutes later Maura was back sitting on the couch, quickly loosing circulation in her wrist from the zip tie, her pulse was beating rapidly in her ear as she felt the cool barrel of O' Shay's gun pressing into the nape of her neck. He was crouching, just out of sight, behind her, so that when Jane did arrive he could show her that he was, indeed, in control of the situation.
She arrived much too soon.
The door swung open and Jane stepped inside, saying as she did so "They did have Phish Food so I hope you'll settle for-" she never actually got the flavor out as her eyes registered what was going on in front of her:
Keenan O' Shay was now standing next to a very frightened looking Maura, holding a gun to her head with a smile on his face "So nice of you to join us Detective." He said "I think you'll see that we have a bit of a dilemma, you are currently trying to think of any way to get out of this without me shooting your girlfriend over here. Well, I have a very simple solution. You put these cuffs on so that your hands are cuffed behind your back then you walk, slowly, over here and help your friend up. We don't need her collapsing on the stairs from pulling any stitches."
Jane gulped, nodded and deftly caught the cuffs he threw at her. Hands secured behind her back and walked over the Maura and awkwardly helped her stand up. With Keenan's hand on her other shoulder and the gun now resting casually on Jane's shoulder, the three walked out of the apartment and out to his van.
It was black, most likely stolen and parked in a back alley that no one would notice two cuffed women being loaded into against their will. Opening the back part of the truck Keenan suddenly procured two black sacs, to cover their faces, Jane recognized. Once that task was done and the sacs were secured with a loose strip of duct tape he pushed both women into the back of the van roughly and slammed the doors.
Once the van started moving Jane called out quietly "Maura?" her mind was focused solely on making sure they got out of this alive, however no one would know they were gone for a long while.
"Jane?" Maura replied, the sensory deprivation contributing to the quaver Jane heard in her voice.
It took them a moment or two but the two women finally found each other in the darkness "You okay?" Jane asked
"Other than the fact I am now being held against my will in the back of a van with a black hood over my face, thus obscuring my vision, I am fine."
Jane let out a small, quiet laugh, even in distress Maura went straight to the literate "Pain." She said "do you feel pain anywhere?"
"I can't feel my left hand, the restraint is much too tight and my stitches might be tearing as we speak. Where do you think he is taking us?"
Jane could hear the fear in Maura's voice so she adjusted herself so that Maura was leaning on top of her, so that the force of any sharp turns and sudden stops would be taken mostly by Jane "I don't know." She said quietly, trying not to sound as freaked out as she felt.
An unexpected left turn sent both women sliding into the metal wall of the van, Jane's head smashing against the side and a sudden burst of pain exploding from that region of her head. Her idea, however, seemed to have worked and Maura seemed still in the mild discomfort she had been in previously "Jane." Maura squeaked, as the M.E. heard her friends cry of pain "Jane, are you okay?"
"Head." Jane said through gritted teeth, a warm liquid was dripping down her head, blood "Hit it during that last turn. How about you?"
"I am in the same state that I was prior to that turn."
"Good." Jane said, then she added "Look, we ever get a chance to escape I want you to run, as fast as you can manage and I'll hold Keenan off."
"No, the risks involved with that plan are much too high. You could die."
"Maura, I'll be damned if I shot one man, only to let another come and hurt you. Promise me that if we get that chance you'll run."
The van came to a sudden halt and Maura squirmed off of Jane, as the pressure of her friend vanished Jane called out in a hoarse whisper "Promise me!"
However what ever reply Maura might have given was lost as the echo of gun fire exploded around them and a scream of pain echoed. Whether it was inside the van or outside was indiscernible by anyone.
***Please note that as far as I am aware no such study exits, well not in reality, but in my little R&I world it does.***
Am I too evil?
Hehe, don't kill me…please?
Lulled into a false sense of security, then nabbed, Jane's going to be kicking herself if they make it out of this alive. How long will it be until someone, anyone, realizes that they are missing?
My question for you all is:
Do you think that Jane and Maura will actually ever get together on the show? Why or why not?
Thanks,
AllOverTheWorld
P.S. I don't normally ask for reviews but could we get over 112? :D