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A/N: I know I haven't updated in ages, but I've just been so busy with starting sixth form (college for all you non-British people out there) I know this is a short chapter, but I felt bad for not updating for so long, so I managed to write this in between all my work and I wanted to at least give you something. I hope you enjoy this chapter and remember to review :)
Operation Isles
"Vic names?" Jane called out, while opening the door.
Once Maura and Jane saw one of the bodies they didn't need to be told the names.
"Lauren?"
"Vic names are Lauren Lewis and Ysabeau Mcorrigan." Read out Frost, unaware of Jane and Maura's current state; obviously not remembering the blonde at Jane's party.
"The brunette, Ysabeau, is known by everyone as-
"Bo. I've met her before when Lauren left my party. They were together." Jane interrupted.
"Wait, you know the victims?" Korsak called out.
"Shit, I recognise Lauren from when you and her were smoking outside your party. Oh shit." Frost said, trying to not look at the bodies.
"They were at your party? Oh Jane, I'm so sorry. Bad enough that it's in your apartment..." Korsak laid a comforting hand on Jane's shoulder.
Jane pushed the emotions down and put on her detective face, looking around her own apartment, whilst Maura examined the bodies.
"Jane? There's a note in Lauren's pocket, it's addressed to you." Maura mentioned, holding out a folder piece of paper to the taller woman.
Jane took the letter and carefully opened it, it read:
Dear Janie,
I thought this little gift would suit you better than my last, considering you affiliation with that wonderful doctor.
I'll be seeing you soon.
Charles Hoyt.
Jane let the paper drop to the floor as she stood frozen in place. She watched in glazed over eyes Korsak picked it up using a latex glove, Frost and Maura moved closer and read it over Korsak shoulder. Jane heard Maura's horrified gasp, yet it seemed to be muffled to the shut down detective. The three of them looked at Jane, trying to guess her reaction. Before anyone could say or do anything, Jane took off in a sprint, straight out the door.
The two detectives and the temporary medical examiner stood in shock as they watched the space where Jane had disappeared round the corner.
Korsak shook himself and looked at Maura. "Go to her, Dr Isles."
That was all what was said before Maura took off in the same direction as the raven-haired woman.
Maura exited the apartment and looked up and down the street. Jane was nowhere in sight. The doctor was about to jog down the street when she heard repetitive thumps and grunts coming from the alleyway next to the apartment building. Maura cautiously approached the entrance to the alleyway and saw that the raven haired woman was repeatedly punching the brick wall. Maura gasped and ran over to the woman.
"JANE, STOP!" Maura grabbed Jane's hand in her own before it hit the wall, which forced Jane to whip her head to the side to look at her. Maura was shocked to see the Jane's eyes held an animalistic quality. Maura stroked Jane's cheek with one hand while she held the bloodied one, in an attempt to calm her down.
One minute the blonde was caressing the Lieutenant's cheek, the next Jane had her pinned roughly against the wall and had locked them in a bruising kiss. Maura gasped in surprise, however soon became lost in the intoxicating essence of the raven-haired woman. Jane was grabbing at Maura anywhere that she could reach. Their tongues were duelling passionately, almost sloppily. Jane was gripping the blonde's waist in a bruising grip, as if she was hanging on to dear life. The kiss took Maura's breath away and she moved her hands to wrap securely around Jane's neck, showing that she was the woman's anchor. Suddenly Maura felt Jane start to shake and the taste of tears enter the kiss. Maura suddenly pulled back to see tears rolling down the taller woman's cheeks and before she could say anything, Jane buried her head in the crook of Maura's neck and shoulder and was sobbing violently. Maura was shocked for a matter of seconds before the need to comfort the woman overcame it. Maura wrapped her arms tightly and protectively around the woman and stroked her hair, whispering calming and soothing words to Jane.
They stood there, in that moment for what seemed like hours. Jane had controlled herself to stop the heart-wrenching sobs, yet Maura still held onto her whilst her hand never stopped stroking the dark hair. Finally the taller woman lifted her head enough to look into the doctor's eyes.
"I can't protect you, Maur. I couldn't protect my Pa and I can't protect you." Jane whimpered, looking down.
"Look at me, Jane. I've never asked for your protection, yet I still feel the most safest when you're with me. I don't expect you to protect me. We do this together, we protect each other, look out for each other, I have your back as much as you have mine; We're a team. I'm not some damsel in distress, Jane. We do this together." Maura's words had a finality to them, telling Jane that she shouldn't argue.
They stood there, respecting each other and just holding each other.
"Why did you do this?" Maura asked eventually, cradling Jane's injured hand.
"I hate them." Jane's normally rasped and husky voice had gone down a couple of octaves and it sent a involuntary shiver through Maura's body. "I hate my hands, Maur. They remind me every day of what he did to me."
"Oh, Jane. You shouldn't hate these. They're not reminders of what that monster did, they're reminders that you survived. These scars prove that even though you've gone through hell, you still got out and you're still here; with me. I love your hands, the way they feel in my own. The way they feel against my skin. They tell me that if you survived that you can survive anything." Maura admitted, stroking the broken and bleeding skin and kissing it softly.
Before Maura could think about what was happening, Jane had connected their lips yet again, however this time wasn't about primal need or desire. This kiss was soft where the other was hard. This kiss was full of love where the other was full of lust. Both kisses left Maura breathless but for different reasons. The kiss was just a simple touch of lips, showing that they were there for each other.
That they were in this together.
A/N I hope you enjoyed this little chapter, I felt bad for leaving you on a cliffhanger so I wanted to kind of resolve it. I hope you enjoyed the emotional fluff at the end :) Reviews are very much welcomed.