Last Chapter! This one hit me quick, and it was written in about two days. The next one from me will be the third of this series, and the closure of the vigilante case. Reviews are loved, and they let me know if I've still got the characters right, and if you like these stories or think they're junk! So fire away. See you soon. :)
TWO WEEKS LATER
Maura watched Jane study the stack of boxes in the corner of the basement with an amused smile. While the woman had claimed there was nothing left in her apartment, as was always the case there was more there than she thought. The important things that she used everyday, clothes, cosmetics, and various trinkets had long ago found a home at Maura's. The boxes of decorations, momentos, and volumes of general clutter that a person collected during their life was always a surprise.
Following up with the Haywood case, which had become a quagmire of paperwork and interviews that weren't getting them closer to a conviction, had kept them busy enough that they'd only now started moving the rest of Jane's belongings. The woman swore she was going to sort it out and donate or throw away things she didn't need, but Maura could see the struggle. The furniture and contents of the book cases were still at the old apartment, and they'd decided to use their next days off to clear it out.
The furniture was going to Tommy who was trying to find a larger place so he could help in raising TJ. They both suspected that Lydia would be joining him at his new apartment even if he hadn't said anything about it. The time they'd spent babysitting in the last month was telling enough. Angela had been predictably thrilled by their decision, trying at every opportunity to insert herself into the operation, and dropping hints about future weddings and christenings.
They'd both shot down the ideas before they could take root, knowing they certainly weren't ready for that. Jane turned to her, a grin prominent on her face. "Studying the local wildlife Dr. Isles?"
"Just documenting the nesting phase."
Raised eyebrows joined the grin, and Jane slunk toward her. "Nesting? You've never seen a stack of boxes full of junk before?"
Jane's arms wrapped around her waist moving them both back toward the stairs. "I'm well aware of what boxes of junk look like. You should see the attic."
"Well don't go domesticating me yet."
The doctor's arms wrapped easily around her neck, "I hardly believe you can be domesticated entirely, and I like you wild."
A nip at her lower lip caused her to shiver as Jane eased them back against the stairs. "Careful what you wish for."