„Can i help you?" Jane growled making her way out of the bushes.
Casey looked absolutely shocked, when he saw his ex-girlfriend pointing a gun at him. But then he seemed to recover quickly, his face showing a smirk.
"Jane…" he started with a mischievous grin. "This is no way to greet your future husband, don't you think so?"
The brunette asked herself if this man was serious. Maybe he was on drugs? Maybe Afghanistan had been too much for his brain. She kept her cool, despite her irritation.
"Well, I don't know if you have noticed, but I'm married to Maura. There's nothing between you and me anymore, Casey."
It was creepy how he still smiled. Then he clicked his tongue. "Don't fool yourself, Jane…" he silently said, spreading his arms.
"Why did you kill your father?" Jane asked, noticing that Casey was wearing his uniform.
"That's none of your business." He replied. Despite his cool face, Jane could see that he was a bit nervous. His hands were rubbing on the side of his trousers. When they had been sleepless the other night, Maura and she had finally come to discuss him over their cup of tea.
"I think that he somehow derailed. Something made him snap. He shows signs of a true psychopath, but I don't think that he has the cleverness of a Hoyt." Maura had stated after a while. Jane who knew that her wife was good at profiling believed her. She listened carefully as Maura shared more of her thoughts about him. This had finally led to the plan to await his visit in their garden. Behind the bushes of their girls window to be precise.
The brunette kept her poker face, pointing to the fact, that if she was to marry him, it was her business. Didn't partner share anything? How could she trust him?
The perspective of her considering a marriage to him seemed realistic and apparently, he believed her. He immediately bought it. Maura had been right, Jane thought. He wasn't clever like Hoyt. Hoyt would never believed her in a thousand years if she lied to him.
She glanced at the man standing in her garden and watched him think. "Well, dad was to old to be the boss anymore. I told him to leave his position to me. Do you know what his reaction was?"
Jane shrugged, waiting.
"He laughed at me. Can you believe it? He laughed at me and said, that I was crazy. I would never be able to fill his shoes. I would suck."
"That wasn't fair. It was mean in fact." Jane played along, hoping that this would make him open more.
"Right! See, I knew it. You are brilliant Jane. Ad you understand me. That's why I want you to be my wife."
"How did you do it?" the brunette asked. Casey's need for absolution drove him to tell her a bit more.
"I went to this voodoo shop in south Boston and asked for a poison which is hard to detect. But I should have known that Maura and you find out everything." He pouted like a little child now.
"Well you know that this is or job, right?" Jane quietly asked.
"The old man deserved it. He killed so many people with his guns, dirty businesses and drugs. I don't get why you might think that I did something wrong."
"Casey, you would have continued his business. You would have killed people too This is what's wrong. Besides, he still would have had the right to a fair trial. You see, this is why I can't marry you – I mean apart from the fact that I'm gay. You lie to yourself. You always have. You always believed that you were in love with me, but in reality, I was just a pass time for you, because you are not able to be by yourself. You always need someone or something to entertain you."
Jane could see how Casey was pissed at her now. He took a few steps towards her, pointing with his finger to her chest.
"You are just like him. He said the same thing. But you are wrong! You are both wrong!" he was almost yelling at her now. "You made a mistake, Jane. You shouldn't have come alone. I will kill you here and now."
"Who said that I came alone?" Jane quietly asked, feeling surprisingly calm. He smirked. "Because you are no team player. I know you well enough. You always did your thing, no matter if it could kill you and leave your family behind, grieving."
"Maybe I learned some lessons." Jane muttered.
Casey laughed madly until he felt someone touch his shoulder. "Casey Jones, you are under arrest for the murder of your father Dewy Jones." Frankie had the frozen man handcuffed in no time, reading him his rights. Then he called for the officers who had waited in an unmarked car a few blocks away.
Jane watched in silence as two officers escorted Casey, whose head was hanging, to the car. Maura silently wrapped her arms around her from behind, resting her head on Janes shoulder. "I'm sorry." she whispered and Jane tilted her head, sighing. "You don't have to be, Maur. He shouldn't have done this."
"That's not what I meant, Jane." The blonde softly said. "I'm sorry for the things he said about you because they are not true. ."
This reminded Jane of the wire she was still wearing. She pulled it out and threw it on a nearby counter.
"Its not true you know. You have changed. You have learned a lot of things. You're a good person and I love you so much for what you did for us repeatedly."
Despite of knowing that Casey wasn't right it felt good to hear it from another person. She leaned her upper body to press it against Maura's front. Her hands reaching for the arms which held her tight and safe. This made her calm down and feel save. "It's a giving and taking I think." She mumbled.
They kept standing there, even if the police car had left long ago. It had started to rain. "Sometimes I just want to pack our bags and go to a place where no one knows us. No more Hoyts or Caseys chasing us. Just you and me and the kids."
Maura gave a soft chuckle. "Wouldn't you get bored without your job?"
Jane snorted. Maura was probably right. "Okay. But with the next person menacing our lives we're gone." they chuckled together.
"There's something I need to tell you." Jane suddenly spoke up with a silent voice. Her body was tense and her heart beating fast as she was about to tell Maura about a secret that she had hidden even from Frankie.
Maura felt the change in her wife and braced herself for what was possibly about to come.
"I never told anyone. Not even Frankie." The brunette whispered, scared.
"Just spit it out." Maura said, trying to sound calm, but her trembling voice betrayed her. She was scared too now.
Jane sighed and turned to face Maura. "The story I told you about my rape was true. But I never told anyone that it was Casey who raped me back then." She waited a moment and saw how Maura realized what this meant.
"Julia is his daughter?" she whispered in disbelief and Jane hung her head. "Yes." Was all she said.
"Are you mad at me now?" Jane quietly asked a very disturbed Maura.
"What? No!" the blonde lifted Janes chin so that she could look into the pained chocolate eyes. "Why should I be mad`?"
"I don't know. Maybe you would have liked to know before signing the adoption papers…" the deep voice trailed off.
"Stop being ridiculous, Jane." Maura softly scolded. "To me she is your daughter. She came out of you. You raised her. I love her. And even if I had known I would have adopted her." Jane felt thumbs wiping away the tears which came falling from her eyes.
Her eyes were burning from crying and a relieve suddenly rushed over her. Relief because Maura accepted it so easily, but also because the secret had weighed her down for such a long time. Now she wondered why she had never told anyone before.
It hurt and Jane had no words to describe the pain in her soul.
"Come here, honey." She heard Maura say, feeling the arms wrapping around her once more. She let Maura rock her softly and sighed. "I love you so much, Maur."
"I feel so sorry for at you had to go through. I love you too Jane."
"Well, I think we should go to bed. Its already late and tomorrow will be the sports day at school. God knows what crazy things we will have to do." Maura spoke after a while and rolled her eyes.
"Uh, I always loved these days." Jane felt thankful for how the blonde made hem go back to their daily life.
"I can imagine that. You are a very competitive person. I bet you always won."
Jane cringed. "Nope, never. Dad was not really into it and ma… Well you know ma…"
The blonde laughed and nudged Jane to her side. "Well, that's your chance then tomorrow. You can easily win every competition with Julia."
The brunette's eyes gleamed at the perspective. "Yeah. Maybe you're right." She let another deep sigh escape her mouth, before they made their way to the master bedroom.