Thank you all so much for your reviews. I was totally flashed about the response I got from my last chapter, not only in reviews but also in private massages.
Don't get me wrong I really, really love to write them, I just thought for a while that maybe I was wrong on my path of forming them, that I did get them wrong.
There were times when I really thought about quitting to put this story online because I didn't get a response from people. Not the response I was looking for.
I don't know if I actually ever revealed my reasons for starting this in the first place, but I am going to share. Please remember that I am not looking for some kind of commiseration. I just want to tell you how much this story actually means to me.
I wasn't in a good place in that time. My girlfriend, the one I am still with, became sick with something that is going to dictate her whole life and I tried to get all my ducks in a row to make her life easier.
I worked a demanding full-time job and a half-time job to cover our expenses, because my girlfriend wasn't able to work anymore. I did the whole job at home, too. I did all the things you normally do in a household and on top of that I took care of my girlfriend. Showering her, getting her dressed, getting her fed. I didn't sleep for more than three hours each night for at least three years and kept my happy face on the outside.
Then, some morning in November 2013 I got diagnosed with cancer. Something that could be easily removed but non the less I had to do a full round of chemotherapy. A really strong one because I was just in the beginning of my thirties. I kept it hidden from the outer world and I even worked for a really long time as if nothing had been going on. Until I couldn't anymore. I woke up one morning and couldn't get up.
I got up nonetheless, because there were people depending on me. When I waited for the train to come into the station, I thought about going to let this one pass and wait for the one coming in next, which wouldn't stop there and just walk in front of it.
I called my doctor right from that train station. From that moment on it spiraled downwards. I thought it was a good idea to stay at home for a while and refuel.
The opposite actually happened. I got really depressed. I sold my car, in lack of the money, 'cause sick benefits are just 60 percent of your last pay and I had to provide for two people, two cats and a dog. I had to walk roughly 3 miles each day to buy food for my girlfriend. Aside from that I didn't leave home anymore, I barely ate or showered. I hadn't the strength to care for my girlfriend and to take care of myself, so I neglected my needs in favour of hers.
I spend all my time in my home office, reading. At first, I read actual hardcover books. I am a real passionate reader and I love to get the whole experience. The paper, the smell… but when I had nothing to read anymore and leaving the house to get new books wasn't an option I started to read online. A friend of mine also gave me her e-book reader with material for years to cover. I read all those books in five months.
I then stumbled over the German counterpart of ff-net and in the reviews of the first story I read was a comment that lead me to believe that Jane and Maura actually were a couple in the books from Tess Gerritsen. So, I read the first two of them and it made my depression even worse.
I know it sounds stupid to people who don't know a depression but it destroyed my world. Like I actually cried two hours after Dumbledore died, but that was before my depression. I loved those two on the screen and though I am really, really thankful to Tess for giving us those two characters, they were so differently. I hated Maura and I was disgusted by Jane.
That's when I lost myself in the German counterpart of ff-net, but however I only drowned further. I magically attracted depressing stories and I actually read one of them being undercover in a night club and their emotional ride was my absolute undoing, though it has a happy ending it just threw me under the bus. I actually read it again two years ago and it is really good, but to me it still has a bad aftertaste, remembering that time. I apologise to the author, though. Your story is great.
Then I found ff-net, but there I only read stories that infuriated me.
Don't get me wrong. I think everyone is allowed to voice their own view of things, but I just keep thinking 'wtf, why do people don't get those characters right?'
It was either Maura being a man-eating whore who is not able to actually love someone who can't keep up with her nymphomaniacal behaviour, who also loves to disgrace her lovers in the bedroom.
Jane who is a dumb, premature and jealous school-boy who is only focused on Maura's tits but so homophobic deep down that she even can't get over her best friend admitting a crush on her.
Angela being the 'oh-so-good-catholic' helicopter mom, who is that homophobic that there actually could be a picture of her next to that word in dictionary, who is actually the worst mother ever though she thinks of herself as the best. Annoying, reproachfully and ungrateful.
Frankie in most stories I read is just… ewwwwww… and don't let me start on Tommy. He is either jealous, drunk and abusive or also just ewwwww…
I only read a handful of stories on ff-net but the one which pushed me over the edge was one were Maura and Jane had a threesome with Giovanni and his enormous dick and Maura swooning all over it while being so in love with Jane. I want to tell the author of that story that I am really sorry but I sat there actually retching.
I gave up on reading stories all together. Please don't get me wrong. I cherish everyone who is out there and put their story up. I know that there are people outside who are ungrateful, whatever you serve them and some of you might now think I am one of them. The thing you have to understand is that I needed to protect myself from the harm it has done to me. It was a destructive road of emotional self-harm. So, I quit reading stories. I was like a junkie going cold turkey.
Some afternoon I just opened up Word and jumped right into it. I got about 30 chapters done before I even thought about posting it somewhere. At first, I only wrote for myself, I needed this story of mine to heal my soul and I read and reread it a hundred times before putting it out there.
I actually come from Denmark and live in Germany, though I learned English in school it was only covering the bare necessities.
This fiction helped me though. It helped me to get a grip on my depression, on my life and it bumped up my English skills, even if I am sure some of you cringe at least once with each chapter.
It's been over six years since I started this journey and I am very happy that are people out there, all of you, to share this love, this experience with me.
I want to say thank you for more than just the reviews you leave. I want to thank you for being there with me, even if you didn't know and I want to thank everyone for giving me this opportunity.
I don't know anyone of you, but be assured that a part of my heart will always belong to you.
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The mistakes down there are as sure as hell on me ;)
See Author's Note (Chapter one)
I cradle her buttocks in my palms and tenderly caress the soft skin there. She presses our foreheads together and we get serious for a small moment, looking each other deep in the eyes, then we are back to laughing. I am happy, as happy as I can be.
Maura's POV
That rug had been pulled out under my feet today.
"It's gone, Maura," she sniffs against me. "He took it off while I was out of it and I don't know where it is."
"Perhaps they will find it, searching his apartment. If not, we can replace it, both items."
"It won't be the same."
I pull off my own wedding band. "You see that. I am the same person without it, it doesn't lessen the incredible love I feel for you. It means nothing to me compared to what you mean to me. It is just a piece of craftsmanship… a beautiful one, but it's still just an item. Though I will never forget the moment you put it onto my finger I can live without it but I couldn't live without you, not for a second."
I pull her in for a loving kiss. "Jane Rizzoli, would you do me the honor of marrying me again," I whisper against her lips, pushing my own wedding band over her left ring finger.
"I…," I can hear her swallow hard. "Yes, but actually you are doing me the honor. I wouldn't want to marry me with all those things happening."
I only pull her in for another kiss, my proud and strong wife lacking that swagger, I find so sexy, at the moment.
"Actually, only if you promise we won't go to Hawaii for our honeymoon." She whispers with a teary laugh.
"No. No Hawaii for our honeymoon. I thought about Paris. We could stay in my parent's house. I know how you dislike hotel rooms. "
"We could pack up the whole family."
"That's actually a great idea. We can stay in the guest house and can have some of the nights to ourselves as the rest of the family is just right there."
"You want to get married again for real or just have performing Korsak another ceremony, maybe in your parent's garden?"
"I don't care, Jane." I pull her into a heated kiss. "The only thing I care about is you being there."
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Maura was annoyed, irritated, petulant, infuriated. Maura was on the verge of tears. She remembered last Saturday, when their world was nothing but sheer bliss. After they had made love underneath the dining table, they had gone another round in the shower before claiming their baby back from Angela. Sunday had been a bliss, too. They had spent the day walking through the Common, they had dinner with their family, together they had put down Sophie for the night and just before Jane was about to pull away the fabric of her Cami, her lips only a breath away from her nipple Sophie woke.
It had taken half an hour to settle her down anew. It happened two times more, each time Jane had gotten just a little further. Maura had not been angry then. She had been far from it. Actually, she had laughed about it every time Jane had crawled back in bed and started where she had left off. The first frustrated sigh from her lips followed the ring tone of Jane's mobile when she had already been wet and her wife had been midway kissing down her body.
She knew that ringtone and she knew what it meant. Still she had been able to live with it. Maura wasn't on call and when she sent off Jane at the door, she was okay.
Being okay started to wear off in the span of the week. Sophie had been drooling more than usual, she was cranky and had bitten Maura more than once, hard, while nursing. Sophie was teething. Jane had caught a case that was leading nowhere, coming home only to fall asleep in the rocking chair while Sophie chewed on her pinkie.
Jane had been cranky, too. The case was stressing her and to add on that she was feeling guilty to leave Maura alone with their baby. She was receiving weird texts from an unknown number and however often she told them that they had the wrong number it didn't stop. On top off that Maura had to prepare for hosting the Bullet and Blast Injuries Symposium from Tuesday to Thursday, next week and was still not over last year's incident with the severed head she had left in the hotel fridge.
It kept happening. Every time Maura was about to be kissed by Jane, just being kissed, she had already given up on the idea about trying to have sex ever again, something happened. Lab techs walking in, family members or colleagues walking in, phones ringing, Sophie crying, results or other tasks demanding attention.
If Maura would have believed in things like that, she would have thought that the whole universe had ganged up on them. On Tuesday morning, still not anywhere near solving their case they got assigned to another one. Double shooting. Dr. Eve and Dr. Rod Parker.
Maura screamed into Jane's shoulder. It served her right. She should not have sat down on Jane's lap in the kitchen. She really wanted to, but she couldn't be angry at Angela. Her mother-in-law had done nothing wrong. She had been out to take a walk with Sophie and was designated to come back here afterwards. They wouldn't have had time for sex anyway, they were due to the medical examiner's party at The Dirty Robber in thirty minutes.
She had sat down in the kitchen, trying to get a few moments of peace. When Maura had opened her eyes, she felt all her blood rushing south. There, coming from the bathroom downstairs was her wife, her beautiful, stunning wife. Her wife that was like a Greek goddess come to live. Those legs that seemed to go on forever.
Maura had sat sideway on Jane's thighs, the detective's left hand cupping her buttock and they were in the middle of a hungry French kiss when the back door had opened.
Maura screamed into Jane's shoulder.
The doctor would have given anything for a few minutes to have Jane to herself, it didn't even need to be sex but she was that desperate that she would in fact even consider a quick fuck in one of the bathroom stalls. Dr. Pike ruined even that totally insane and disgusting idea.
She was somewhat thankful though, had he not declared his love and cling to her like an idiot and had Poppov not initiated a fist-fight between them she would probably have tainted their love with that desperate proposal. She couldn't just shake off his words, it sickened her.
In all that commotion she had not noticed that Jane was nowhere to be seen. She walked into the bathroom, looking for her wife, trying her cell phone when she didn't find her. It was turned off. She walked back into the bar again, asked around if anyone had seen the raven-haired detective. I took her nearly ten minutes to learn that Jane had walked outside to get some fresh air, probably thirty minutes ago.
Maura's stomach clenched. Of course, Jane was free to go wherever she wanted but that didn't actually sound like her wife at all. Yes, Jane probably would have stepped out to catch a breath but she would never leave for that amount of time without checking in with Maura, first. They both had their fair share of being kidnapped and they always knew where the other one was located.
When Maura stepped outside, she could taste bile in her mouth. The street was empty, their car sitting right there where they left it. She tried Jane's phone again and when it went straight to voicemail she began to panic.
She tried to work logically. She called home first, seeing if there had been an emergency and when Katherine told her that everything was fine, she called Frost. Frost called Korsak and Maura Frankie. She got Susie, Dr. Hunter and Dr. Higgins to look for any evidence in front of The Dirty Robber.
Maura left their car with Susie and took the Senior Criminalist's in turn to join Jane's partners in B.R.I.C.
Barry tried to track Jane's phone without any success. Maura didn't know if she would have made the connection if Jane had told her a few hours before but when she now learned that Dr. Parker had called Jane three times last week to no avail her first thought was that Dr. Parker's ethical obligation would have been to warn her wife about one of his patients if he was a danger to her. She also told Jane's partners and friends that her wife had been getting some real strange text messages.
It was a long shot but for once they had been in luck and putting the partial prints together got them enough marks to match it to someone. Though on TV things like that happens in just a few seconds it took the computer nearly two hours to give them Dominick Bianchi. Maura immediately remembered him from the café.
Bianchi's Bakery had been in the neighborhood where Jane had grown up. Maura had actually chuckled this morning when she knew that Jane had no idea who the man was, she obviously needed to know.
It didn't add to Maura's comfort when she learned that Dominick had served eight years for stalking and maiming and when she pulled up his psych lab report she learned that Bianchi suffers from an erotomanic delusional disorder.
Explaining the other three that he most likely believes that Jane is in love with him pulls out the rug underneath her feet. The crime for which he was convicted, a common outcome for his unrequired feelings and the compulsion to keep everything under control.
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There are four things Jane realizes at the same time, even before she opens her eyes. He took off her clothes and he took off her wedding band, she knows that smell and she knew who had sent all those disturbing texts.
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Four things Maura realizes when the live feed comes up. Jane has been redressed, her wedding ring is missing, the necklace is missing, too and Jane is held in her apartment. The bedroom still looks like the last time they had spend a night in there, years ago.
She had never been there again since Tommy lived there.
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Jane though knew something Maura didn't. It wasn't her apartment at all. It was a room that looked like her former bedroom, partially. The door was were the closet should have been, the radiators were different, too. The windows, the smell… where her TV had been sitting there actually was a creepy wall of pictures. Her head had been transferred into all of them. Pictures of their wedding, their honeymoon… She wanted to throw up. Why the hell did they always pick her?
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If Maura had not been in sheer terror, she may have realized that there actually was something missing on the left bedside table. Nobody but them knew how that deep and unique gouge had come to decorate the wooden surface. It had been Maura's engagement ring pressed violently into the vulnerable area during an orgasm.
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Jane knew he must have watched her for quite a while. Her former bedroom didn't look like that anymore. Actually, it did but the things on the bedside tables had changed. She had been there just three weeks ago to help Tommy installing a new TV. Lidia sleeping on the left side and her bedside table stuffed with cosmetics while Tommy's looks spare. Alarm, a box of Kleenex, bedside lamp.
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It had set them back another hour and a half all the while Maura had been forced to watch Dominick alternate between being disgustingly sweet and out of control in anger. She prayed, for Jane to not provoke him in any way, for her wife to stay in character, to play along, for Dominick not to hurt Jane. She had cried, uncontrollably. She had pestered Susie. Watched while that freak imposed himself on her love. Thought about searching for Jane by herself. And cried again. She had to swallow down the undigested salat she had in The Robber when she suddenly recollected that she had wanted to beg Jane to fuck her in the restroom.
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Jane had wasted precious time trying to get out of the handcuffs. Now he was back and she somehow feared that he wouldn't leave that soon. She had to stay calm. He was too close and way too often in her personal space. It had gotten rough a few times already in her line of duty, maybe a tad too often but she had not been raped. She had been close, with Hoyt, she was sure of that but now it was an actual and really likely possibility. She would put up the fight of her life, she would die averting it. Jane had wasted precious time trying to get out of the handcuffs instead of using her time to communicate with Frost. She should have detected the camera earlier! She could have been out of there already. It was pointless to dwell on missed chances.
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Maura knew the longer Dominick had Jane the likelier she would get hurt. The doctor studied his behaviour, analysed every move. Whenever Dominick lay down and got close to Jane, she recognised his ambivalence. He wanted to consume their marriage but he was too nervous. Maura was thankful for that but it also involved danger. However hard Jane tried to play along, to keep him in his fantasy her face showed exactly how disgusted and afraid she was of his touches. For now, Jane was able to mask her feelings whenever he looked at her but the doctor knew that when he would get a glimpse at her face in the wrong moment he would snap.
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Jane kept him talking, she knew not to direct her questions too blatantly to the computer, the camera. He might get suspicious and take away her best chance. It was a guessing game, a very dangerous guessing game. She had angered him already a few times not knowing the direction of his sick fantasy. She tried to play with his ego when she asked about the camera. She thought he would want to prance around their couple for everyone to see and hoped she could tip off Maura in some way. She was in no way a fan of social media but she knew a lot of people loved to live in a goldfish bowl. Posting everything they did, journal their live in an online diary. Dominick had been not amused.
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When Maura learned about Emily, she begged Jane to keep up with him. She begged Jane not to struggle too much against his advances, at least not as long as it stayed with the occasionally kiss or cuddling up to her. When Dominick slid his fingers along Jane's left side Maura shivered. She was proud of it, loved it, admired it, had kissed it a thousand times, had not thought about it until now, realised it could get her wife killed.
"Oh, my God. We need to find her. He… he removed everything connecting her to me. Her necklace, our wedding band. She is not showing any signs of pain there, but… Okay, listen." She turned her face from the monitor to search for her friends. "You have to forget I told you this when we find her, but she got my name inked into her left side. I don't know if he actually understands that it is my name, because it is written in Ancient Greek, but… if he realises… he might hurt her very badly trying to remove it."
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Jane needed him to leave. He was getting worked up and her time was running out. She could knock him out with a headbutt for a while but she had to aim perfectly and her room was very limited. If it didn't work, she would be screwed. She would leave that option for the worst case. When he tried to work his hand underneath the fabric of the tacky blouse, she asked him for a late dinner. Reluctantly he left her alone. As soon as the door fell into the lock she looked up into the camera.
She knew that Frost would find the stream, she trusted Maura enough to put her clues together. She knew she must have been held somewhere near Eagle Hill or Harbour View or Orient Heights, though Orient Heights would have been a far stretch. Chelsea also was too far away to smell Channel Fish Co. and hear the warning bell.
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Eagle Hill or Harbour View. Maura narrowed that down in the split of a second but that wasn't enough. There were too many streets, too many houses. She needed more. She asked Frost if he could work the footage because she thought there might be a window, Jane had looked over there when she had woken up and the shadow on the floor could also be from it.
It took some time and skill but Frost did his magic, like Jane use to call it and there was a tiny piece of a wooden window frame and a cast-iron radiator just on the periphery of the cameras visual angle.
It was their lucky day. Most buildings meeting all those parameters had already been torn down and had to yield modern buildings. 1458 Falcon Street.
There were a lot of reasons for Maura to stay behind in B.R.I.C. First and foremost, it was for Jane's benefit. She knew Jane needed to calm down before she would be able to face her. It was for her benefit also. It gave her time to actually break down and recover before she would meet her wife. Deep down she felt that if she stayed back that she could still watch over Jane until she was safe.
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Dominick had been back with a tray, decorated with a single red rose and a candle. Maybe he would loosen up her bonds but that hope was crushed when he sat down and tried to feed her. She turned her head away and just maybe he would get frustrated and at least give her one hand to feed herself. He didn't. He threw the fork onto the plate.
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Maura knew he was about to snap. It had taken them too long to find her. It was only a matter of minutes now before he would hurt Jane very badly. In his delusion he thought that if he disfigured Emily and made her unlovable for others that she would love him back. He was about to do the same to her wife. Maura whimpered when he reached out for Jane's neck and squeezed her throat, screaming at her like the maniac he is.
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Jane knew time was up, now. She had tried. There was just no way to negotiate with this lunatic. Whatever she did was wrong and now she would pay for being nice to him a few hours ago. Had she been an asshole tonight and left him to struggle with those paper bags in front of The Robber alone, hadn't she offered to help him she would not be in mortal danger right now. Who would have thought that the small and shy guy he was back in childhood grew up to that? She should have known. She had witnessed it often enough. She should have known that you didn't climb willingly into a van to put back some bags for a guy you hadn't seen in over a decade.
She thought about Maura and Sophie. She hoped they were safe. She couldn't help the sob escaping her when she thought about that Dominick could have hurt them. That Dominick could have killed them in order to have her to himself. She didn't know and it broke her heart.
She had been on the verge of dying a couple of times already, but it had always been in high risky situations. She had been high on adrenaline then. She had been fighting. Now she just laid there, tied up to a bed, not sure if her family was unharmed, alive. When she had last seen her wife, Maura had been in The Robber, safely. The problem was that Jane had no idea how long she had been out of it. Had he kidnapped Maura also, Sophie? If her family was dead Jane didn't want to live, she wouldn't put up a fight at all. She didn't know. She opened her mouth to ask.
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Maura saw when Jane's demeanor changed. She saw her wife surrendering to her fate. She had an idea what kind of thoughts had made it into Jane's head. She stepped closer to the monitor. A few years back she would not have understood her action, if she had witnessed someone doing that. She lent her head against the monitor and touched Jane's face.
"They are coming, baby. Keep it together just a few more minutes," she whispered, huge tears streaming down her cheeks.
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Jane needed to know. It didn't matter what happened to her after. If her family had been killed, she would welcome dead as a friend. If her family was safe, she would accept to die also, there was no need for him to harm them if she was gone. Suddenly the front door burst into pieces, like they all three had kicked it at the same time. Dominick took two steps toward the front door before he was rammed and squashed against the wall. Frost and Korsak all over him.
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Maura heard the three men shouting, she couldn't see them and she knew it still wasn't over. There could be so much danger waiting for them. Her sobs got harder. At first out of fear, but then she saw Frankie and it broke her down for another, much happier reason. Jane was safe, alive. She felt the aftermath of her stress immediately. It felt like her muscles had been wrung up like a dishrag and had suddenly been released. Her emotions all over the place. She laughed, relieved but still it was infiltrated from sobs. It could have ended badly, very badly.
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They sat on their couch. There was a respectable gap between them. When Jane had come back to the precinct Maura had acknowledged her wife with cupping Jane's face in her right palm and a small smile. Their emotions raw, it was all they needed, all they could handle in that moment. The conversation was a mute one, lead with their eyes.
It was their thing. Jane coping with her sharp and morbid sense of humor warmed Maura's still clenched heart. Jane mocked Maura with Pike's declaration of love Frankie had told her about on the way back to the headquarter. He knew his siter well, he knew what she needed of him. Maura knew what Jane needed of her, too and when Maura had been once someone who would have pressed for a conversation, she now went along with it. It was just how they worked.
Jane would talk, when she was ready. And Maura didn't need to wait too long for that.
Maura's POV
"It's gone, Maura," she sniffs against me. "He took it off while I was out of it and I don't know where it is."
"Perhaps they will find it, searching his apartment. If not, we can replace it, both items."
"It won't be the same."
I pull off my own wedding band. "You see that. I am the same person without it, it doesn't lessen the incredible love I feel for you. It means nothing to me compared to what you mean to me. It is just a piece of craftsmanship… a beautiful one, but it's still just an item. Though I will never forget the moment you put it onto my finger I can live without it but I couldn't live without you, not for a second."
I pull her in for a loving kiss. "Jane Rizzoli, would you do me the honor of marrying me again," I whisper against her lips, pushing my own wedding band over her left ring finger.
"I…," I can hear her swallow hard. "Yes, but actually you are doing me the honor. I wouldn't want to marry me with all those things happening."
I only pull her in for another kiss, my proud and strong wife lacking that swagger, I find so sexy, at the moment.
"Actually, only if you promise we won't go to Hawaii for our honeymoon." She whispers with a teary laugh.
"No. No Hawaii for our honeymoon. I thought about Paris. We could stay in my parent's house. I know how you dislike hotel rooms. "
"We could pack up the whole family."
"That's actually a great idea. We can stay in the guest house and can have some of the nights to ourselves as the rest of the family is just right there."
"You want to get married again for real or just have performing Korsak another ceremony, maybe in your parent's garden?"
"I don't care, Jane." I pull her into a heated kiss. "The only thing I care about is you being there."
We are both exhausted, drained. Jane actually fell asleep a few minutes ago. After I had proposed to her she had taken my hand and we had walked upstairs in silence. We had made love for two hours. Tender and sweet and slow love. We both needed to feel the other one being alive. I expected us both to somehow fall asleep during it and I didn't expect to reach climax at all but then it took me by surprise and we both cried half an hour, wrapped up in each other.
My left side still lying on top of her, I watch her sleep. I am not ready to close my eyes just yet and I fight with all the strength left inside me to stay awake a few more minutes. I remove a strand of hair from her face and kiss her forehead softly. I fall asleep with my lips glued to her temple.
A/N Actually, the highest number on Falcon Street in Boston, MA is 207, though I think it is too far away for Jane to hear the bell of Chelsea Street Bridge but actually close enough to smell the processing plant.
Also, Maura would have known at the first look that it couldn't be Jane's apartment if she actually could see the window and the radiator. That's just not something Maura would have missed.
If you watch that EP, scene by scene, you will also notice that the view in the room Jane is held in doesn't match up.
You can see the bed in the middle of the room, when Jane looks at the photos for the first time there is a vanity table, left and right there is a window, you can see the corner of the room, there is a couch or an arm chair to her left and there are more pictures hanging, but when Dominick comes through the door, there are no pictures, there is only a large mirror standing.
He stays on the side to her left, turning his head so he would look to the wall opposite the bed and suddenly there is a door… magically it looks like Jane's actually bedroom.
Suddenly there is no vanity table but a sideboard, you can see the same corner of the room when he gets angry and there is a dresser, a door standing open, a single garment hanging.
Where does the second stream come from suddenly? You can see the wall to Jane's left a few times, but what you can't see is a camera. The second camera has to the height of the lampshade to her left, but there is nothing but a plain wall… and just like that the vanity table is back, but now its on the wall of her right side, but she never looked to the right side…
I know I am nuts…
My most favourite scene in this EP was when Frost addressed the Judge as ma'am.
I pumped up this chapter with all my babbling… for those who care… The current part of the story in this chapter counts 4,549 words out of 6,370.
Thank you very much for your time, review would be awesome like always :)
