Jane stared at the map she'd taken from Steve. To say it was crude would be an understatement. She crawled cautiously through the scrub, leaf litter, twigs and rocks cutting at her skin.

An hour in and she found the rocky outcrop; more a pile of boulders than anything substantial but still it was there, right where Steve had said it would be.

Jane crawled into a crevice and looked down into the clearing. The plane was still there; she wasn't too late. The jungle was silent, even the bugs had fallen into mourning it seemed. Jane listened intently for the tell tale signs of life.

Creeping slowly towards the small plane, her heart hammered in her ears, blood and adrenaline coursing through her system.

30 feet. 30 feet of open ground between her and that simple plane. Taking a huge breath, she broke from cover and ran as fast as her legs would carry her. Creeping up the steps, she swept the plan quickly only to find it empty. All she had to do was wait. Steve said there had been four of them. Walter was dead, Steve was still back in their cave, which left only two.

Jane pulled open a fridge and helped herself to a bottle of water, drinking deeply as she settled into a plush chair her rifle trained on the entrance as she waited.

-/-

John sat opposite Steve, glaring coldly at the man. "Why would you do something like this?" he whispered, kicking at embers of the fire.

"I, I thought I could..." He stopped. None of it made any sense any

more. He'd spent so much of his life running on grief and vengeance that he hadn't stopped to consider what else he could be doing with his time and money.

"I'm such a fool, I've been so stupid." he said eventually.

John nodded. He wanted desperately to hate this man, to punch him silly but he just couldn't. As he sat before him, Steve looked so small and insignificant.

"I'm sorry about your wife." Steve said eventually.

John nodded sadly.

"Why didn't you run?" John asked quickly, eager to change the subject.

"I did." Steve admitted, "When I saw Jane charging at me, I ran."

"You've had other chances." John pointed out. "Now would be one of them."

Steve nodded. "I guess I'm tired of running. He rubbed his face. "I'm tired of it all, I need a rest."

John chewed thoughtfully on his lip. "You know you'll probably go to jail." Steve remained stoic, only nodding. "That doesn't worry you?"

Pausing to consider this fact, Steve sighed heavily. "No, I deserve it. I'm no better than the others."

"Maybe Jane can help you." John offered. "She's a cop. She might be able to keep you out of jail."

Steve shook his head. "She shouldn't! I signed up for this, I knew what I was getting into and I accept the consequences."

John got up and offered a hand to Steve, shaking it firmly. "You're a good man, Steve."

A single shot ripped through the silence.

-/-

Jane snarled as the man fell to the ground, the surprised look stuck on his face for all time. She wanted to celebrate his death the way they had, but she felt nothing. Not anymore.

She peered out the small window, the tree line was still, silent. Her ears were ringing from the shot as she dragged the body out of sight of the small door.

Staring into the trees, she shook her head, hoping against hope that she'd be able to hear clearly again, she didn't want him to be able to sneak up and catch her unawares.

Then she saw him. He walked slowly, no worries, no fear, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he sauntered back to the plane.

"That was fucking epic!" Chip announced as he climbed the steps into the cabin. He didn't bother looking into the plane as he sat up in the cockpit. "And all those bonuses." He sighed happily, resting back in the seat. Jane felt sick, he was completely oblivious to the carnage around him. That was all Maura had been to these monsters; a bonus shot. She pulled the handgun from the back of her pants and stepped over Bear's lifeless body.

"How many did you get?" Chip asked, turning in his seat. His eyes widened as Jane stood before him, the gun set firmly on his head. His eyes flicked to Bear and back to Jane.

"He was one." she said coldly. "And you are two." She pulled the trigger, splattering Chip's brain across the cockpit, blood and brain matter covering everything. His body slumped back into the chair.

Jane gathered up their bags and a few bottles of water before heading back into the jungle.

"Why isn't she back?" Tag demanded as he paced in the cave. "She's been gone for hours." He turned to head out of the cave and found it's mouth to be full.

"Jane!" Tag was obviously delighted at her return and wrapped her in a hug. He felt her tense in his arms and pulled back quickly. "I thought you were dead." he said.

Her eyes filled instantly with tears. "Oh god, I'm so sorry." he choked out.

Jane crossed to him, returning the hug. "Don't worry about it," she whispered. "I am."

-/-

Gentle snores filled the cave, even Jane had fallen into a fitful sleep. Night was a noisy experience on the island, various creatures coming to life and calling to each other, in warning or desire, John didn't know. He sat up slowly, moving deliberately slowly as he edge towards the mouth of the cave.

In her sleep, Jane cried out, Maura's name echoing around the craggy space.

John froze in place, waiting for her to settle before moving again. It wouldn't do to be caught, not now. As Jane quietened, John edged his way nearer the mouth of the cave, pausing only to collect the hunting knife that he had been careful to hide away.

As soon as his feet touched the soft mossy floor of the jungle that surrounded them, he ran. He knew what he had to do. It was time.

Jane was the first to wake the following morning, her sleep; plagued with nightmares and dreams hadn't been at all restful. Guilt twisted her gut as she sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes.

"John?" she called, the sound waking both Tag and Steve from their slumbers. "John!" she screamed into the dawns light. A deadly glare settled over her face as she turned to Steve. "Where is he?"

Jane hadn't much liked John but he had grown on her over time, much like her scars. They were ugly to look at and reminded her of times past that she'd prefer to forget and yet without them, she wouldn't be half the person she was. She needed them to be strong. They were her armour against the world. John, and others like him with their barbed comments and sly remarks had given her a different sort of skin. She'd faced them her entire life, the endless speculation about her life and all its areas. People who felt they could insult her because she was a cop, then because she was in homicide... then because of Maura.

She could remove herself from the people, of course and yet she rarely did. Like her scars, she needed them to give her the fire she needed to do her job. She needed to be told she wasn't enough so she had someone to prove wrong. She knew she was the best in her field, she didn't have to prove that to herself, nor to Maura, or Frost or anyone else at BPD.

Now Maura was gone and so it seemed, was John.

Steve rubbed his face and tried to speak but his mouth was dry and it took a couple of attempts before the words came to him.

"I don't know." he said dumbly. He had never been a morning person and even less so when that morning started with an inquisition.

Jane growled low in her her throat and got to her feet. "Watch him!" she ordered to an equally sleepy Tag as she swept up a water bottle and marched from the cave.

Jane broke cover of the trees without a second thought, the sand was warm under her feet and she welcomed the feeling. As she approached Maura's platform, every last ounce of air was ripped from her lungs. A roof of sorts had been erected in the night, long branches held an intricate weave of palm leaves aloft, casting shade on the main body giving the platform the appearance of a four poster bed.

John slumped against the structure, snoring loudly.

As Jane reached his side, the man stirred from sleep, looking up at her with soft eyes.

John got to his feet slowly and rubbed the back of his neck as he kicked at the sand. "Erm..." He didn't know what he should say, only that he should try. "I thought I could help... she was a good lady."

Jane sniffed loudly before grabbing John roughly and hugging him as tears fell from her eyes.

She pulled back quickly and wiped her face. "Help her?" she nodded to Maura's body that still lay in the sand. She had done her best to cover her and protect her. John nodded and, with a heavy heart, he took hold of Maura's feet as Jane lifted her shoulders. They laid Maura's body on the platform and in the only shade to be found.

As they stood in silence, Jane drank from the water bottle before offering it to John. He took the bottle without meeting Jane's eyes and smiled weakly as he drained the rest of the liquid, this throat contracting in celebration as the cool water quenched his thirst.

After many moments of silence, Jane turned away, stripped from her clothes and strode into the ocean. For the first time in days, she finally had the chance to bathe. The cool water eased her sunburn and bug bites. Laying on her back, she stared up at the sun and wondered how the hell they were going to get off of the island.

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