OOC: Oh-Kay, so I've got a flair for the dramatic, and sure Abberline has a little break down in this chapter, but oh well.

I don't think this is as good a chapter as I had hoped but capturing despair in words is hard for me to do, so bear with us as we venture into a London prison……

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One and a half whole god damned days.

A brief encounter with a pissed off cell-mate and a rusty nail.

Gauze and whiskey courtesy of Godley.

Then Abberline arrived at my cell.

I was huddled in the corner, picking up pieces of straw and twirling them as I once did with the stems that brought me here, here to this brick cube, dirty and caked with everything from mud, blood, and anything else that could come from a human.

I didn't look up. I couldn't, for the held back tears from the past days intrusions of my now desecrated body must've accumulated in my skull and weighed my head down.

The cell gate door groaned open and was slammed shut, and for the longest time there was the ominous rattle of the eaten away iron bars occupying the dead air waves.

"Your all alone."

" Thanks for bringing that to my attention, asshole. You deserve a gold-star for that kind of investigative genius."

"Christ." His fingers were drumming on his chin as he surveyed the woman at his feet with some regret of discord.

" Where? Couldn't be here of all places." Thrusting out her upturned palms, she displayed different variations of gashes, scraps, bruises welled up with blood, the left marks of the angered police force who felt it necessary to beat her for her involvement with the case.

They believed she was the cause of their late nights, verbal abuse from the Inspector, and the sweeping fear in White-Chapel.

London's welcome wagon was a real pisser.

" Its over." Abberline got to his knees and gently slid his hands under her chin, thumbs sweeping away the dirt on her swelled cheeks, trying to catch her gaze that was darting all over the place.

Inching foreword, McKayla embraced him, laying her head gratefully on his shoulder.

" Try again." She breathed into his neck.

" …Is it over?" He asked, fingers running up and down her spine in comfort. They begin to tremble after she didn't answer.

Savoring the feeling of another's warmth, something rarely felt at all but more then ever welcome, McKayla leaned back and licked her dry lips.

"With the Ripper, yes. You saw the good doctor shivering and naked. Congrats, you made an already fucked up man even more psychotic."

Abberline was usually passive aggressive, and he knew better then to reply to McKayla's wise-ass remarks. Instead he continued and slowly pieced together an appropriate apology.

" The final murder was last night. I had to hold you here, to prove to them, to me, you had nothing to do with the Freemasons. These terms where rash, I-I didn't know, I didn't know how to handle your coming into play. This was all just so unexpected."

" Just on account of the unexpected, huh?." The sobs present in her question were getting unbearably hard to control, and she began sucking in air quickly, the prelude to uncontrollable bawling.

" Forgive me. Please, please forgive me.." Fred stood up and shook McKayla, pulling her up on her feet.

" I am so sorry….Please.." He dug his head into her shoulder as flashes of his late wife, her beautiful smile and light airy giggle at the prospect of having a child, Abberline's last coherent encounter blurred his vision.

He was no longer in a jail cell with Mckayla. Abberline was back at the cemetery, screaming in rage and beating his dead wife's headstone with a fist.

" No."

" No." McKayla repeated calmly. Having got the Inspectors attention, his unruly hair, trembling lip, and taken aback face all focused on her equally disheveled appearance.

" What I'm going to do, is save you." McKayla forced a smile for the sake of humility, and grazed Abberline's jaw.

A smile formed on his lips and he kissed McKayla's forehead, leaving a clean imprint on her filthy face.

He believed every syllable of the soothing words and replayed the promise of salvation over and over again in his head as they both departed in his carriage, leaving for Abberline's domicile.