WARNING: May contain violence, foul language, and sexual content or themes (I will add a warning at the beginning of any posts with explicit sexual content).
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A muscular arm clenched tight around her neck limited her breathing as a man she once trusted dragged her across the lobby of the precinct, broken glass crunching under their boots. Jane choked back a sob when they passed the cooling body of a fellow officer and flinched at the blinding brightness of the sun as they exited the building. She could feel her captor's racing heartbeat against her back, his nervous gasps of breath warming her ear, and the cold barrel of a gun pressing into her neck. On a normal day, she would be very concerned about that gun, but on a normal day, her brother wouldn't be laying on a slab in the morgue, nearly ready to shake hands with the Grim Reaper.
Jane saw Frost and Korsak taking cover across the street with Lt. Cavanaugh and several other officers. Knowing her partners were close gave her a flicker of relief, but the memory of Frankie screaming and bleeding snuffed it out like a candle flame in a strong wind. She desperately yanked at the arm choking her, bucking wildly as she screamed.
"Shoot him! Just shoot him!"
Weapons at the ready, Frost and Korsak tensed at her screams, neither had ever hesitated to follow her orders when things went belly up, but they didn't follow through this time. The risk was too big that they would accidentally hit her.
No one took the shot, everyone frozen in place except Jane and her captor.
"Frankie's bleeding, please!" She begged.
A cold voice hissed in her ear.
"He's probably already dead."
Jane had seen a lot of bodies during her time on the force. She could imagine Frankie cold, stiff, and lifeless, all too clearly, and it threatened to break her, a feat that even an obsessed serial killer had failed to do.
"NO-O-O!" Jane wailed, grief and rage dictating her next move.
She released her hold on Bobby's arm and grabbed the gun. With a strength she hadn't known she was capable of, she wrenched it down to her side and pulled the trigger without a second thought.
BANG!
The bullet tore through her gut and then Bobby with the force of a mactruck, taking them both off their feet. The pain was unimaginable, but Jane had dealt with pain before and had the scars on her hands to prove it. The arm that had strangled her released its grip and, ironically, protected her head from striking the warm concrete as they fell.
"JANE!"
Jane recognized Maura's scream and tried to stay awake. She had something important she wanted to say to her best friend, but she was fighting a hopeless battle.
Before Jane lost consciousness, an unfamiliar voice drawled musingly.
Is this heaven or hell? The angel in kitten heels says heaven, but getting shot and dying a second time says hell. . .
Confused, Jane tried to blink away the shadows gathering in her periphery, but she didn't see anyone other than Maura and Korsak before the shadows lunged and dragged her down into a world without light.