Someone who's always there: chapter eleven: little girl mania

Jane woke up with a start, Maura let out a deadening scream as she slammed the knife downwards.

Jane could only watch as sister Derroman flung herself over the sofa towards Maura, the knife spinning out of the possessed woman's hands.

"Maura!" Jane called out after her, realising the danger that was about to happen, Jane's cop gut kicked in as Jane pinned Maura down. Maura had somehow managed to gain the strength of ten men, as Maura flung her head into Jane's nose.

Jane let out a yelp in pain as her eyes began to tear up, allowing Maura enough time to wiggle away from the detectives grip.

The demon in Maura lunged towards the knife, only for sister Derroman to hit the back of Maura's head with a saucepan.

All went silent in Maura's house.

The two women watched Maura like a hawk, waiting for the evil thing inside of her to try and make another attack on either Jane or Derroman.

"I think you knocked her out." Jane finally spoke, breaking the silence that had been building for a few minutes.

"That is and will be the best method of dealing with this situation until we can figure out what to do with her."

Jane nodded her head, she was defiantly no expert in this situation.

"Why did it take Maura? Why not take me?" Jane asked, rooting through her work bag to find the spare police cuffs.

"It wanted to get closer to you, see what makes you tick. Or it could have found Maura' spirit more attractive, the spiritual world is not black and white."

"You can say that again." Jane mumbled under her breath as she cuffed Maura's hands as if she was a common criminal. "Can we ever stop this…? 'Demon dude?"

"Not by yourself…." Sister Derroman began to look quite lost in thought…

"You have a plan don't you?"

"It may be the only chance you have."

"Chance?" Jane asked questionably.

"With the demon stuck in sister Maura's body, you have the access to kill it."

At first Jane looked at Derroman quizzically, but then anger grew on the Italian's face.

"I am not killing her." Jane spoke through gritted teeth.

"Jane, your anger is clear, but it may be the only chance to free yourself."

"No way, there's another way. This guy can come through the spiritual world to our world as he pleases, why can't I?"

"Jane…" Derroman said her voice filled with fear, Jane's idea was ridiculous. The amount of people who never come back from there was much higher than those who returned and brought more troubles back than when they started.

"Do it. You've done it before, I saw my dead mother I can take this demon on. The whole time it's been on his terms, now it's our turn."

"Jane it's not that simple, I can't just pop you into their world."

"Then try, whatever you have to do just do it."

Letting out a deep sigh, Derroman nodded her head. "Sit there." Walking round the rest of the house, Derroman closed all the curtains, refusing to let any excess light enter the house.

Jane felt a pair of cold hands rest on her temples. Everything started to become fuzzy, then darker. But then it all returned to normal.

Jane must have sat there for at least five minutes, waiting for something to happen.

Opening her eyes as little as possible, Jane realized that sister Derroman was no longer there… or Maura.

"Hi Janie." A voice Jane knew all too well spoke out.

"Ma!" Jane exclaimed, turning round to find the voice. Angela stood by the front door, a sad smile played on her face. Jane went to hug Angela only for her arms to pass straight through her. Jane tried to not let the disappointment show on her face. "Ma, I've missed you so much. Frankie and Tommy as well, even pa has been down in the dumps. Oh god and Maura-"

"It's ok Janie, I know. I've been watching all of you. But Jane there's a few things you need to know, some things aren't right."

"Oh god Ma, you don't the half of it. Maura's become possessed, I can see dead people, and there's this crazy demon guy… wait… you know?"

"Yes Janie, I know. It's all my fault."

"Oh Ma, how on earth could it be your fault?"

"I was the bridge… the way all the other… bad guys managed to get through from the land of the dead to the land of the living. I felt so bad for you that I tried to contact you, we had such a strong bond that it actually worked.

"Ma, it's my fault. From the very start, if I hadn't been so short tempered you…" Jane felt like crying "… you wouldn't have got run over."

"Oh sweetheart, its ok." For some reason, Jane could feel Angela's warm loving hug. "But you have to know, there's far more than one of them."

"What?"

"Many have gotten through fifty of them, maybe more."

Pulling apart from the hug, Jane was about to say something when she noticed a dark shadow loomed into the living room… someone was standing outside in the front garden.

"Ma, stay here." Jane instructed, opening the front door with caution. Quickly rounding the corner to see who it was, Jane felt a false sense of ease. It was a little girl.

"Hey, are you ok?" Jane asked, but the little girl turned round and Jane couldn't help but gasp as blood stains poured out of the girl's head, where a large hole was.

"Daddy shot me, and he didn't say sorry." The girl turned round and pointed to Maura's front door "that's where he did it, he was a meanie. Just because mommy didn't like him anymore, I still liked him though, even if he was a meanie."

"Jane, you have to go. Find Maura." Angela's voice drifted around Jane's mind.

What? She's here too? Jane wondered in her head.

Jane turned to look at the little girl, but she was already gone.

Where to start looking? Jane wondered in her head, just as places started to form in her head. The raven haired woman found herself being dragged at high speeds towards certain destinations as she thought of them...

First place Jane looked for Maura was at the café, only to find the entire place deserted. The next was the morgue, that was surrounded by people but not one of them was Maura. Jane's apartment was also no use as the only person Jane could find there was the woman Jane had shot before… she wasn't too happy that Jane was there, but then again the feeling was mutual.

Jane had almost ran out of options in her head, not sure if that was down to the light headedness or just depression that she hadn't found the cause of all of this yet.

Jane missed Maura. That was it, and Maura needed Jane- or at least that's what Jane hoped. So think Jane! Think. If Maura had woken up by an evil demon where would it put her? … The most uncomfortable place Maura had been… school? I don't even know what school Maura went too… what if… what about the warehouse?

The sound of sobs instantly became apparent to the detective's hearing.

"Maura?!" Jane asked, running as quickly as she could to the woman sitting in the corner of the room.

The hair belonged to Maura, but when Jane reached her the face was not Maura's… it was a much younger version of Maura… about ten years old.

"Do I know you?" The young Maura Isles aske between sobs.

"Jane? Jane Rizzoli?" Jane asked. The girl shook her head. "Ok… Maur-"

"Please don't call me that… everyone does…" the tears were clearly ready to spill again.

"Call you what?"

"It's a really mean name…" Maura trailed off, starting to squirm.

"Well they used to call me roly poly Rizzoli. 'Cuz I was chubby."

Jane couldn't help but smile as the girl gave a little smile in return.

"You don't look overweight." Of course, even below sixteen and already couldn't stop herself from scientific terms.

"Well not now… these are my baggy trousers." Jane joked "and I need to get you out of here."

"How?" Maura asked

"I- …"

"I don't know…"