"Is it only you and I here, Maura?" Jane whispered, threading her fingers through the other woman's hair. The blonde nodded, humming into her neck softly. "Is that why... Why its so quiet?"
"Mmhmm. You don't have to go in today, you know. We could just... Talk. Spend the whole day together. Just you and I."
"I would love to Maura."She whispered, inhaling the scent of the woman's hair, her very essence. "But I lied to him." The doctor shot up, bracing herself over the detective's body.
"No way." The cocky smirk painted across her face nearly made the doctor start laughing. "How did you manage that?"
"Iohannes destroyed the apple." Maura's jaw fell open, and she leaned forward to kiss her. "Or rather the first one."
"The first one?" Maura paused, resting her chin on one hand.
"There are three. Or rather, there were. He found a fourth one, but I don't know exactly what he's done with it. But Maura, it was almost like Iohannes was done with memories."
"So what do you think could be the effect of going back in?"
"I'm not sure, could there be other ancestors who have memories to share?" Maura paused, before nodding slightly.
"Theoretically, yes. I don't have any evidence stating that the animus is restricted to only a single ancestor." Jane moved to get up, when a hand braced her back down. "But Jane, the animus, it is dangerous. It will kill you." The brunette reached up, pulling the doctor's face down to meet her own. Their kiss was sweet, slow. More of a promise than anything else.
"So we figure out how far Iohannes got, before that happens. You know the machines, we can do this. Together."
"Absolutely. But Jane, you have to be careful." Jane nodded, slipping her fingers through Maura's hair as they stayed still, relishing the moment together for as long as they could.
"I will. I promise." She smiled sadly. "And besides,with you on the other side, I know nothing will happen to me here. I trust you. So lets get started, before Doyle returns, angry as shit." Maura nodded, lifting herself up slowly, Jane following. She sat on the metallic structure as Maura started up the main computer, the machines humming to life. "Maur."
"Jane?"
"Didn't Doyle used to watch the memories?"
"No. I could try the programming, but I'm not Frost. Most important is the signals corresponding with your well- being. I'm trying to focus mainly on that." Jane nodded, laying back slowly. "Alright, you're going in." She whispered, moving to the detective's side.
"Be here when I wake up?"
"Of course. Every time." Maura promised, waiting before the change on the screen signified that Jane had transferred into the memory successfully. Glancing over at the detective, she opened the files on her own research, skimming over everything she knew, and various more questions that she could only hope had answers that would be unlocked sooner, rather than later. Biting down on her lip, she moved around the animus, starting up the second computer as well, skimming over the programming for watching the memories as Jane lived them. She may not have been anywhere near Frost's level of computer coding, but she still knew a little bit of something that could be useful. Opening the program, she skimmed over the numbers, watching carefully. When it connected, she shook her head. Doyle had coded it so that only he could use such a thing. There were various passwords blocking her access, and she moved back to her own computer. Taking care of Jane was more important than anything else. Pulling up the chemical mixtures, she looked over the previous attempts at a cure, shaking her head. It was nowhere near perfect yet. She sighed. "God, Jane. I wish I..." She sobbed, tears slipping through from the corners of her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'll try harder. I have to." She rubbed her eyes, shaking the fear out of herself before she focused on the problem at hand, typing rapidly on the keyboard. She didn't know how much time was left for them, and she could only hope that Jane was as successful as she was hoping to be herself. Everything the detective was rested in the balance of the animus. No, that was a lie. Everything that they both were. Maura nodded. Yes, Jane needed her. But she needed Jane more than the detective could even imagine. She had to find a cure. She had to.