Thieves Without Honor

Letting Go For Love

Another crash echoed through the house, Kyle winced but otherwise ignored it. This had been going on for a few hours now, Luna would break something in her room, then she would curl up and cry while chugging back a bottle of vodka he had failed in taking away from her. He had never in all of his life seen her like this before, so broken, and out of touch with the world. He had never seen her cry before. It was a heart-breaking sight to witness. He and mom opted to stay away and let her mourn for her lost love.

They both had figured out what had transpired with her and Jane at school, when Jane gave her the necklace back. Julia tried to comfort her, saying how it always hurts to loose you first love. Then Luna tried to kill to her, screaming how Jane wasn't just some god damn crush. She hurled everything at them screaming to get out, that she hated them. She blamed them for what had happened with Jane. She said if she had never moved in or if he had never been arrested Jane would still be here with her.

Kyle didn't blame Luna for anything she said to them. She was hurting, an emotion that was foreign to her. Jane was the first thing Luna actually had to loose. And it broke her inside. If he was being honest, he didn't Luna would ever get over the loss of Jane. He saw the way they both looked at each other. The amount of love in their glances alone, was astounding. He always wished he would find that someone that would look at him like the way they look at each other. He didn't know how to help her, and it killed him inside. He failed his sister in more ways than one.

Another crashed sounded, and another piece of Kyle's heart tore apart.

~12~

Horatio slowly opened the door, and stepped into the house, taking off his sunglasses. He titled his head when he was greeted with silence. He brought his gun out of his holster, he cocked his gun, firmly gripping it with both hands he slowly inched himself down the hallway.

Just as he rounded the corner he heard the sound of a gun and Kyle's nervous face came into view. Kyle sighed slumping forward in relief.

"Dad, I heard a noise." He explained while lowering his gun.

"It's me son," Horatio placed his weapon back into his holster, "You're okay."

He heard the sound of high heels clicking on the tile floor. He looked up to see Julia approaching them.

"Horatio," She took a few more steps towards them, "We didn't think we'd see you again. We did just what you said to do. We waited, and now we're leaving."

"I need more time Julia,"

"What am I suppose to tell Ron?"

"I don't want you to see Ron,"

"That man is my husband," Julia narrowed her eyes. She didn't understand why Horatio hated Ron so much. Besides the fact that he kidnapped a woman, but it was for there son.

"And that is your problem Julia. I need four more hours." He tried to persuade.

"Mom, just give him more time." Kyle spoke up reminding them he was still here.

"Hang on son. I need to talk to your mom alone."

Kyle sighed, deciding to check on Luna. And by that he meant he was going to press his ear on the outside of the door to see if he could hear anything.

Once he was gone, Horatio handed Julia a key.

"What's this?" Julia reached out to take it.

"This is the key to a safe place. There's been a change in plans. I want you and the children to go there and wait for my call." Julia mind flashed towards Luna's murderous gaze. That might be a bit of a problem.

"Where are you going to go?" She asked.

"I'm going underground," He hesitated, "How is she?"

"She's not doing well,"

Julia whispered closing her eyes for the briefest of seconds when she heard a large crash boomed through the house, startling Horatio. "She does that, every now and again. Then she'll just curl up and cry, never once letting go of that necklace."

Horatio glanced up the stairs, concerned for his daughter's safety... and sanity.

"Go," Julia ordered him, "I'll make sure their safe."

Horatio nods sending one last look up the stairs were another smaller crash sounded, before making his way out of the house. It was time to bring down Ron Saris.

~12~

The salty water slowly dripped down her face as she collapsed in the corner of her room. She just stared at another piece of furniture she'd broken. She sniffled, taking another swing at her bottle of vodka. Every tear that left her eye was a reminder of what she had lost.

Drip.

It fell to the floor, creating a puddle around the poor girl as she mourned. Luna had never been emotionally compromised in her life. She didn't know how to deal with it, how to make the hurt go away. She thought about moving on, find some meaningless chick to bang and get Jane out of her system, but that thought only succeeded in making her feel ill. She couldn't betray her, even now.

Drip.

She didn't understand what happened to them. Ever since Jane returned from that stupid walk she changed. She started acting distant, not returning any affection, ignoring her... but worst of all she never said I love you. The last time she said that was before she left. Then nothing, just a certain coldness towards her.

Drip.

Maybe Jane was right. Maybe Luna was too controlling, always having to know everything, make all the decisions for her, ignore her opinion. Gods, she was a terrible person, no wonder Jane left her. Luna had grown up thinking about no one but her and Kyle. She always made the shots, the one who had to be strong, the leader of the group. Maybe that's her problem. That's why she was ignoring Jane's opinion, because she was the one who had to take care of everyone. She just got used to being the leader. Her word was law. No more.

Drip.

She wouldn't control anyone any longer. She was done being the strong one, being the leader, being the one Kyle and Jane looked up to for a solution to everything. What good has it done besides tear her and Jane apart? Jane was never coming back. That was something she had to accept, she had to let her go so she can be happy. Who knows, maybe she'll find someone else who would actually appreciate her, give her everything she ever needed or wanted, settle down and maybe have family together. Luna's heart clenched painfully at the thought of someone else touching her.

Drip.

She would let Jane go, but she would never, ever stop loving her, il mio tesoro.

~12~

Julia leaned down, kissing Ron's cheek as the boat a few feet away from then rocked slightly from the waves. "What happened to your face?" She whispered, gazing at the cuts along the right hand side of his face.

"I had an altercation with a punk. It's nothing." He assured her.

"Horatio was so stupid to think that I'd ever leave you." Julia wrapped her arms around his neck caressing his face with her left hand.

"Forget him. Forget that name, okay? He's dead to us, okay?" They both leaned in and started to kiss each other, "You know what? This right there," He said pointing to the crates that were sitting in the boat. "That's out new beginning."

"What's in those boxes, Ron?" She giggled.

"I thought you'd never ask. Fused alloy bullets. That's a whole shipment. A whole shipment in all those boxes, we got more down in the hull of the boat."

"You don't need to do this. I've got money."

"My money this time, baby."

"So what's our plan?"

"We're going to sail out of here, you and me, all these bullets. I've got a buyer in South America with an endless need for fused alloys. Money and me, and bullets. What more could a woman want right?" He smirked.

Julia smile slowly fell off her face, "A divorce."

"A what?" Julia started walking away from him, towards Horatio who had his gun drawn ready to fire at any given time. "What the hell is this?!" He exclaimed to her.

"It's called a reconcilable differences, Ron." Julia moved passed Horatio and started walking back up the dock.

"Aw, don't do this. What are you doing?!" Ron angrily exclaimed to Julia. She just kept walking on, stopping to only look back at him for a few seconds, before continuing on.

"No," Ron shook his head in denial and started backing away towards the boat. "No, it's not going to go down like this Horatio."

"Ron-"

"It's my boat, are you going to shoot me?"

"Don't do it, Ron."

Ron grabbed the gun out of his jacket and started firing wildly towards Horatio's general direction. Horatio ducked and Ron took cover inside the boat.

"Ron!" Horatio lined up his aim, and fired a single round into the boat's gas tank. The boat was engulfed in flames in seconds, before blowing up once the flames reached the crates of ammo aboard. He just sighed, tucking his gun back into his belt. Ron, presumably, was destroyed along with the fused alloy bullets. Now he had another problem on his hands.

Luna and Jane Doe's relationship. Oh, dear.

A/N: Poor Luna. Trying to deal with her break up and let her go. Big mistake. Ron has been dealt with so that's one problem solved. Thank you for the reviews my lovely's!

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