Till Death Do Us Part
Part five
Rizzoli and Isles are property of TNT and Tess Gerritson. I am just borrowing them for a little fun.
Sorry about the delay. I am battling a head and chest cold. I wrote part of a chapter the other day and found I had the characters backwards. So I stopped and have waited until now to finish.
Yes, I saw the season ender and was disappointed. I believe it could have been done better to create more angst and have us salivating. We all know they will get Jane and Maura back together because that is who the series is about. Until they work it out, we all just have to deal. So authors write.
Rebecca looked out over the corral. She was angry. Angry that Lindle and Winez had gotten away with so much, had hurt her friends, and had broken their beliefs. God she missed Wendy. On days like this, lonely soulful days, she needed her caress and soft words to encourage. It was an ache that never went away and grew exorbitantly greater each year. It was true what they said about the rich. She had everything anyone could ask for wealth, prestige, and influence, but she would trade it all in a heartbeat to have back her love for the rest of her life.
"I haven't had the chance to thank you." Maura's soft voice carried across the corral area. Rebecca smiled as she wiped the tears away.
"No thanks necessary. Jane gave up a great deal to keep me on this earth. I can never begin to repay the debt." Rebecca turned and began to walk toward the barn. Maura fell in step beside her. "She is an amazing woman Maura Isles don't take what she has entrusted to you for granted. Jane may say she doesn't trust easily. But in truth she doesn't love easily."
"Mmm, trust and love are the same factors in giving one's heart away." Maura stated as they entered through the double doors of the barn. The outside noises became muffled as the sound of large equine movement rose to the forefront and the smell of hay, sweat, and oak rose around them. Jaramillo saw the two women and waved from where he was loading a wheel barrow with manure. Rebecca smiled and waved back at him. Maura continued to push wanting to know more about this woman. "Jane has spoken often of you to me, though she would never fully tell me what happened. She would only tell me in general the trials you have suffered. I am sorry." Rebecca turned and took her measure of Doctor Isles. She was in Rebecca's mind an intelligent woman, a woman of wealth and influence, not like the snobs on Beacon Hill different. She also was lacking something, something she had found in the young detective. Just like a key searching for a lock that it fit. Maura had found the lock to where her key fit. Rebecca sighed and looked on the woman.
"I had what you now have. It is precious Maura. Do not think it could never be taken from you. It is the first place most couples make a mistake. They believe a ring or an announcement of fealty before friends and family will keep it from being taken away or broken. Untrue. It can be ripped asunder from crime, terror, or fear. It must be fed daily, watered to grow, and protected. There are many who would find it amusing and enjoyable to see you two torn apart. It is something that you must always strive to make sure never happens." Rebecca opened the door of the nearest stall. The name on the door was midnight, but the horse that was housed inside was a black and white pinto.
"Tell me about Lindle." Maura said softly as Rebecca began brushing her horse's coat. "I know there is more to what is going on than just protecting Jane and I. I know from just listening you are balancing a great many lives and plans in your hands. Just from what I have gleaned from Jane in our talks I know you do nothing without purpose."
"Much like you, if Jane's silence as well as words speaks together in chorus." Rebecca reached over to the wall and went to pull a set of reigns down. "With or without reigns?"
"With" Maura responded, as she watched Rebecca slide the bit into the horse's mouth.
"Lindle was the supervisor in charge of the rape-murder cases in Boston. He knew about Winez, but was sure Winez was doing the right things. It wasn't until afterwards he discovered that Agent Winez had withheld pertinent information." Rebecca reached over and placed her hands on Maura's hips.
"What are you…?" Rebecca raised a hand and moved away.
"Not my type Maura. Just checking for width." Rebecca stepped outside the pen and returned a few minutes later with a saddle. She threw it over the back of the horse. Rebecca began tightening the cinch around her horse's girth. "Lindle was found innocent. But I knew better." Once saddled, she began walking the horse out allowing Maura to move ahead. Rebecca stopped the horse for Maura to examine it.
"How could you know better?" Maura walked up to the horse and ran her hands around its head and neck. She walked to the side running her hands over the strong muscles and then down the legs looking at the tight flesh.
"Lindle was Wendy's father," surprise shown all over Maura's face when she looked up. Rebecca looked over the saddle at Maura. "He hated she was gay. He hated she loved me. He tried everything he could to bust us up. I would have thought that Agent Winez goof would have caused him more anger at the agent." Rebecca walked the horse out of the barn where two others were saddled. One pinto in a caramel color had Jane loaded into the saddle and waiting. "He told me it was God's hand because we had entered into an abominable relationship. Right at that moment I hated him. The best part though was the priest at the funeral. He told me it wasn't an abomination. It was love and to ignore all the others." Rebecca helped Maura into the saddle. Amman was on the other horse. "You and Jane need some time out and together. Amman will discreetly watch over you. There is a swimming hole just a mile from the ranch to the southeast near those rocks." Rebecca pointed into the distance, "Enjoy the time together. I believe after today it will get busier."
Rebecca walked away as Jane, Maura, and Amman started out toward the swimming hole. Maura turned and looked back to watch Rebecca. Edward and the other boys had come out of the ranch house with rifles and Rebecca was strapping on a holster. Something was up, but she was not going to ask what. At least not yet.