I'm glad people liked my story so far, thankyou for reviewing me! Just so everyone knows, I may not write for a while because I found out that one of my cats - Belle, was run over this morning and the bastard who did it didn't even bother to stop. I'm still really upset, but will try my best. Thanks.
The Ground Beneath Her feet
Clambering up the side of the brick building John couldn't help but smile as he had done earlier this morning.
'When I was with Jane', he mumbled to himself as he grabbed hold of a ledge leading to the open expanse on top and pulling himself over.
Standing now he padded noiselessly over to the side of the building overlooking the station. Jane had gone inside to work, but she had said that she would return soon. How long did she think he could wait without her? He'd been waiting for her since he had met her that night on the roof, knowing she was the only one to ever make him feel complete, hoping she might eventually see him how he saw her, realise the way he looked at her and return the gesture just as fervently. And now she had begun to heal from the loss of Michael and move on, seeing him wait patiently for her the whole time. She had showed him that she felt the same way this morning when he had least expected it. He had come to her out of need to be near her, and even though he knew that she would reprimand him for his proximity to her while she was sleeping it never came. It was just what she had needed to unlock her feelings for him once and for all. Now, all John could think was why he hadn't done it earlier?
If he had done so he wouldn't have had to spend so many awkward evenings alone in his secluded area of the mansion, perusing his disordered thoughts, thinking of ways to please her without frightening her off like he so often did.
But what suddenly infuriated him was that after all his waiting, now she had finally accepted him for who he was and what she felt for him...she had to go to work. It was a place he could not enter without arousing suspicion and hatred, so it was best that he just stayed where he was.
Though he longed for her most passionately, he knew deep down that she was there for a good reason, to protect innocent people from being hurt by scum with no other reason to do so for 'the rush' as Jane had called it. She was there to help when he was not and though he did his part, she would probably have helped more people than he could count. It was part of her job and he had to respect that.
He would distract himself from the feelings he felt making his throat dry and heart thump wildly in his chest as best he could until she returned.
Perching on the ledge, John let one leg fall over the side while he held the other close to his chest. Resting his chin upon his knee he sighed to himself resignedly.
How long was soon anyway?
Dropping her jacket on the coat stand positioned conveniently near the door, Jane nearly skipped over to her desk she was in such a good mood. Who knew John's kiss could do this to her emotions so radically? Beaming broadly to anyone who passed her she wound her way through the maze desks and busy people to meet Sam sitting on the edge of his desk, one eyebrow raised in suspicion.
'Okay Jane, you can tell me', he said cryptically, scrutinizing her ebullient form.
'Tell you what?' she smiled, looking down at a pile of files placed in front of her by another officer. Giving him a silent thanks and a quick nod of her head Jane returned her attention to Sam.
'What did you take that's made you so damn freaky? I've never seen you like this before. Ever', he emphasised as he looked her over once more.
'Hey,' Jane spoke defensively, sorting through the files at the same time,' aren't I allowed to be happy for once?'
'I s'pose. But it sure ain't like you, that's all,' he commented.
'Thanks'.
'Well at least tell me what caused this sudden change of heart. Too much caffeine?'
Jane just laughed shaking her head.
'Sam. Jane'.
Looking up at the same time the two detective's eyes fell upon a short, balding man whose demeanor was nothing short of arrogant. Lieutenant Connor, their superior, moved his head to indicate for them to enter. Obligingly they did so, Sam closing the door behind them.
An uncomfortable look settled upon Connor's face as he looked solemnly at the file in front of him.
'Sir?' Jane asked, her voice wavering with concern.
Turning his eyes to focus on her, Jane saw what he was feeling fall on her like a tonne of bricks. Her smile faded away and her good mood dissipated as though nothing that had gone on this morning had happened. She felt like she was waking from a pleasant dream and returning to the reality she knew.
'Sir, what is it?'
Sighing resignedly Connor began:
'2 days ago, a detective from the 10th downtown was claimed missing. Her name was Janet Portsmouth, she was mid twenties with long red hair'. Removing a photo from the file in front of him Connor handed it to Jane. Taking it, she saw a young woman smiling broadly, as Jane had done not five minutes ago. wherever this was leading it was not good.
'Yesterday, officer Janice Portman also went missing. Described as mid twenties, tall with long red hair. She was just leaving the force to take up a courier in acting', he added handing Jane yet another photograph of a similar looking woman. Jane was surprised by how alike the two women looked, but...it couldn't be.
'Catching my drift yet?'
Swallowing hard Jane shook her head. This was insane. Why would someone come after two female cops, both mid twenties with long red hair unless they wanted -
'This is nuts! Why would these girls be taken? I mean I understand that there are certain similarities that point to me, but...' Jane rambled unwarily as she began to pace the room slowly. Looking to her superior's face she saw that look again. He knew she was in danger and it was tormenting him inside. Sam's face had also taken on a similar uncomfortable tone as he checked the facts over inside his head. Now it was for sure.
'No, I'm sorry. This is all wrong', she decided, not able to believe their calmness. Shaking her head in frustration, Jane turned on her heel and strode out the door to the surprise of both Sam and Connor.
'Jane! Where you goin'?' Sam called after her.
'To get some air', she replied as she headed out the front entrance and onto the noisy street.
How had this day gone so wrong?
Laying on his back lazily, John cast his eyes up to the clear morning sky. As a large, fluffy cloud passed through his line of vision he began to wonder how long he'd be able to wait. Jane had been gone less than 10 minutes and already he was craving her. It felt like an eternity since he'd last cast his eyes over her beautiful features and it was driving him mad. How was he going to survive the rest of the day?
Closing his sky blue eyes and inhaling deeply John worked through the various scents around him; rubbish, smoke, a strange type of meat he'd seen served on a stick...and something else. This smell he'd recognise anywhere - some beautiful and exotic plant that only one person resembled.
'Jane', he muttered, a lop sided grin covering his face.
Leaping up, John peered over the edge of the building overlooking the street and the precinct to see her flaming red hair billowing behind her, arms folded across her chest, walking resolutely to the alley to his left.
Within a second John was there, now watching Jane search the rooftops for his invisible form.
'John?' she called up, her voice echoing in John's mind as she called his name.
Smiling even more broadly he began to clamber down the fire escape as silently as he'd come up it. Jumping down to the ground with a gentle thud he walked up behind her.
"Jane', he muttered.
As though she'd been shot Jane leapt around to face him, surprise evident in her startled eyes. But soon the look was gone, replaced by one of amusement. 'You like doing that to me don't you?' she accused him, a playful smile dancing across her lips.
'Doing what?' John asked innocently, his eyes deceiving her with his intense gaze.
Shaking her head Jane took a step closer to him, her scent becoming stronger, teasing him endlessly,' nothing. Forget it'. Taking another step forward Jane brought her arms up and wound them around John's shoulders in a comforting embrace. Laying her head against his chest Jane found herself listening to the sound of John's quickening heartbeat, breathing his scent in deeply. John then wrapped his arms around her body protectively and rested his face in the curve of her exposed neck. Closing his eyes he listened to the world around him begin to disappear as all he could sense was Jane.
However, before the moment could develop any further, subtle vibrations in the air around John made him look up and around the vacinity warily. Frightened screams and pitiful cries carried along the wind to his ears, making him release Jane and take a step back.
'John? What's wrong?' Jane asked confusedly.
Lowering his gaze back to meet hers John breathed in a barely audible whisper,' she is screaming. I have to help her'.
Running past Jane in a hurry John was gone before Jane could ask who was in trouble.
Flying down the streets as if his heels had wings John followed his heightened senses to where he believed the scream had originated. He could hear Jane's footfalls not far behind, and he knew that he should wait for her, but was determined to help the woman he had heard. Jane would be able to find him if he ran ahead, wouldn't she?
Finding a sudden burst of energy speeding him up, John rounded another few corners of busy streets, ignoring the angered shouts chasing his heels. He was close now. He had to be. His senses were never wrong.
'Hold on', he muttered veering down the dark alley. Slowing to a sudden stop John froze at what he saw, his brain not registering until he felt it come to words.
'Jane?'
End of Chapter 3!
The Ground Beneath Her feet
Clambering up the side of the brick building John couldn't help but smile as he had done earlier this morning.
'When I was with Jane', he mumbled to himself as he grabbed hold of a ledge leading to the open expanse on top and pulling himself over.
Standing now he padded noiselessly over to the side of the building overlooking the station. Jane had gone inside to work, but she had said that she would return soon. How long did she think he could wait without her? He'd been waiting for her since he had met her that night on the roof, knowing she was the only one to ever make him feel complete, hoping she might eventually see him how he saw her, realise the way he looked at her and return the gesture just as fervently. And now she had begun to heal from the loss of Michael and move on, seeing him wait patiently for her the whole time. She had showed him that she felt the same way this morning when he had least expected it. He had come to her out of need to be near her, and even though he knew that she would reprimand him for his proximity to her while she was sleeping it never came. It was just what she had needed to unlock her feelings for him once and for all. Now, all John could think was why he hadn't done it earlier?
If he had done so he wouldn't have had to spend so many awkward evenings alone in his secluded area of the mansion, perusing his disordered thoughts, thinking of ways to please her without frightening her off like he so often did.
But what suddenly infuriated him was that after all his waiting, now she had finally accepted him for who he was and what she felt for him...she had to go to work. It was a place he could not enter without arousing suspicion and hatred, so it was best that he just stayed where he was.
Though he longed for her most passionately, he knew deep down that she was there for a good reason, to protect innocent people from being hurt by scum with no other reason to do so for 'the rush' as Jane had called it. She was there to help when he was not and though he did his part, she would probably have helped more people than he could count. It was part of her job and he had to respect that.
He would distract himself from the feelings he felt making his throat dry and heart thump wildly in his chest as best he could until she returned.
Perching on the ledge, John let one leg fall over the side while he held the other close to his chest. Resting his chin upon his knee he sighed to himself resignedly.
How long was soon anyway?
Dropping her jacket on the coat stand positioned conveniently near the door, Jane nearly skipped over to her desk she was in such a good mood. Who knew John's kiss could do this to her emotions so radically? Beaming broadly to anyone who passed her she wound her way through the maze desks and busy people to meet Sam sitting on the edge of his desk, one eyebrow raised in suspicion.
'Okay Jane, you can tell me', he said cryptically, scrutinizing her ebullient form.
'Tell you what?' she smiled, looking down at a pile of files placed in front of her by another officer. Giving him a silent thanks and a quick nod of her head Jane returned her attention to Sam.
'What did you take that's made you so damn freaky? I've never seen you like this before. Ever', he emphasised as he looked her over once more.
'Hey,' Jane spoke defensively, sorting through the files at the same time,' aren't I allowed to be happy for once?'
'I s'pose. But it sure ain't like you, that's all,' he commented.
'Thanks'.
'Well at least tell me what caused this sudden change of heart. Too much caffeine?'
Jane just laughed shaking her head.
'Sam. Jane'.
Looking up at the same time the two detective's eyes fell upon a short, balding man whose demeanor was nothing short of arrogant. Lieutenant Connor, their superior, moved his head to indicate for them to enter. Obligingly they did so, Sam closing the door behind them.
An uncomfortable look settled upon Connor's face as he looked solemnly at the file in front of him.
'Sir?' Jane asked, her voice wavering with concern.
Turning his eyes to focus on her, Jane saw what he was feeling fall on her like a tonne of bricks. Her smile faded away and her good mood dissipated as though nothing that had gone on this morning had happened. She felt like she was waking from a pleasant dream and returning to the reality she knew.
'Sir, what is it?'
Sighing resignedly Connor began:
'2 days ago, a detective from the 10th downtown was claimed missing. Her name was Janet Portsmouth, she was mid twenties with long red hair'. Removing a photo from the file in front of him Connor handed it to Jane. Taking it, she saw a young woman smiling broadly, as Jane had done not five minutes ago. wherever this was leading it was not good.
'Yesterday, officer Janice Portman also went missing. Described as mid twenties, tall with long red hair. She was just leaving the force to take up a courier in acting', he added handing Jane yet another photograph of a similar looking woman. Jane was surprised by how alike the two women looked, but...it couldn't be.
'Catching my drift yet?'
Swallowing hard Jane shook her head. This was insane. Why would someone come after two female cops, both mid twenties with long red hair unless they wanted -
'This is nuts! Why would these girls be taken? I mean I understand that there are certain similarities that point to me, but...' Jane rambled unwarily as she began to pace the room slowly. Looking to her superior's face she saw that look again. He knew she was in danger and it was tormenting him inside. Sam's face had also taken on a similar uncomfortable tone as he checked the facts over inside his head. Now it was for sure.
'No, I'm sorry. This is all wrong', she decided, not able to believe their calmness. Shaking her head in frustration, Jane turned on her heel and strode out the door to the surprise of both Sam and Connor.
'Jane! Where you goin'?' Sam called after her.
'To get some air', she replied as she headed out the front entrance and onto the noisy street.
How had this day gone so wrong?
Laying on his back lazily, John cast his eyes up to the clear morning sky. As a large, fluffy cloud passed through his line of vision he began to wonder how long he'd be able to wait. Jane had been gone less than 10 minutes and already he was craving her. It felt like an eternity since he'd last cast his eyes over her beautiful features and it was driving him mad. How was he going to survive the rest of the day?
Closing his sky blue eyes and inhaling deeply John worked through the various scents around him; rubbish, smoke, a strange type of meat he'd seen served on a stick...and something else. This smell he'd recognise anywhere - some beautiful and exotic plant that only one person resembled.
'Jane', he muttered, a lop sided grin covering his face.
Leaping up, John peered over the edge of the building overlooking the street and the precinct to see her flaming red hair billowing behind her, arms folded across her chest, walking resolutely to the alley to his left.
Within a second John was there, now watching Jane search the rooftops for his invisible form.
'John?' she called up, her voice echoing in John's mind as she called his name.
Smiling even more broadly he began to clamber down the fire escape as silently as he'd come up it. Jumping down to the ground with a gentle thud he walked up behind her.
"Jane', he muttered.
As though she'd been shot Jane leapt around to face him, surprise evident in her startled eyes. But soon the look was gone, replaced by one of amusement. 'You like doing that to me don't you?' she accused him, a playful smile dancing across her lips.
'Doing what?' John asked innocently, his eyes deceiving her with his intense gaze.
Shaking her head Jane took a step closer to him, her scent becoming stronger, teasing him endlessly,' nothing. Forget it'. Taking another step forward Jane brought her arms up and wound them around John's shoulders in a comforting embrace. Laying her head against his chest Jane found herself listening to the sound of John's quickening heartbeat, breathing his scent in deeply. John then wrapped his arms around her body protectively and rested his face in the curve of her exposed neck. Closing his eyes he listened to the world around him begin to disappear as all he could sense was Jane.
However, before the moment could develop any further, subtle vibrations in the air around John made him look up and around the vacinity warily. Frightened screams and pitiful cries carried along the wind to his ears, making him release Jane and take a step back.
'John? What's wrong?' Jane asked confusedly.
Lowering his gaze back to meet hers John breathed in a barely audible whisper,' she is screaming. I have to help her'.
Running past Jane in a hurry John was gone before Jane could ask who was in trouble.
Flying down the streets as if his heels had wings John followed his heightened senses to where he believed the scream had originated. He could hear Jane's footfalls not far behind, and he knew that he should wait for her, but was determined to help the woman he had heard. Jane would be able to find him if he ran ahead, wouldn't she?
Finding a sudden burst of energy speeding him up, John rounded another few corners of busy streets, ignoring the angered shouts chasing his heels. He was close now. He had to be. His senses were never wrong.
'Hold on', he muttered veering down the dark alley. Slowing to a sudden stop John froze at what he saw, his brain not registering until he felt it come to words.
'Jane?'
End of Chapter 3!