"Faith, its time to wake up. Come on, sweetie, wake up." Amy moved her shoulder into the woman again, shaking her slightly.
"Five more minutes." The groggy voice replied. The dark haired woman rolled her eyes. If they waited five minutes, they'd be dead. Both of them. Because the raven haired one knew she would never leave this one behind. Not ever again.
"Come on, get up. Please get up." The woman flinched, nearly moving, when the fully coherent one braced their bodies to remain immobile.
"What is going-"
"Shush." She paused, listening. "Three, just as you said. At least two snipers outside this window." Another pause. "As soon as that door opens, I'll move. You dive to the floor, and stay there. Understand?"
"What about you? I don't-"
"Don't worry about me. Do you understand the plan?" Faith paused, before nodding. "Good." She heard footsteps, growing progressively louder, yet still remaining faint enough to be barely audible. Faith swallowed. She didn't want this woman to be injured. She was too... different. Too strange. The footsteps paused, and Faith heard the sound of a gun being taken off of safety; metal sliding out of protective placing. The door slid, and they moved. Faith smashed into the ground a little less gracefully than she had meant to, scrambling to raise herself up to see the damage. She had heard four shots. A weight pressed down on her, consecutive shots being fired over their heads. When it was silent, the body moved.
"What is going on?" She attempted not to shout, earning her a glare from the crouching woman, getting her collar tugged as she pressed her back against the bed post.
"Come on." She hissed, moving fluidly in her crouch, checking the hall before she stood, gun drawn.
"Where are we-"
"Quiet, damn it!" Amy whispered loudly, keeping her back to the wall and constantly checking behind them. She took them down a flight of stairs, opening the first floor door carefully. "Only one. Hah." She aimed, firing quickly. He fell, crashing through an array of cast iron, ancient items. "Oh, fuck me. Should have known." With that, she ran, Faith following close behind. A heeled foot kicked out at the doir, snapping it clean off its hinges. She raised a hand to her ear. "Back up would be nice! There better be fucking vans waiting for me, and a nice ride home!" She shouted, unlocking the first cell door with a quick shot. "Back entrance, I understand." The girls were nearly all asleep, when she approached one, drawing a syringe out of her bag. "Praise be with you." She whispered, injecting a small amount of fluid into the girl's arm. She glanced at Faith. "Go through all of the cells, take out any who are younger than fourteen. Bring them out the back entrance, and make sure they get into one of the vans."
"But-"
"Now! Because I said so!" Faith bit down on her reply, instead darting off to the nearest cell. Had she been wrong about this woman? Did she deal only in younger girls? What had she injected into the wrist of the other one? What the hell was going on? Faith had no idea. But she wanted to trust the woman. She felt as though she needed to. She did as she was asked, trying to calm the girls who woke, taking the youngest and trying to protect them and get them out. There was a shot behind her, and she shoved the nearest child in front of her, whirling around to see what was going on.
"Othr-" the voice was cut short with two consecutive bangs, followed by hurried footsteps. The dark haired woman came sprinting down the hall, exchanging the clip on her gun as she ran.
"Get the fuck out of here with them, Faith! Move! Jesus Christ!" She ducked behind a metal barrel, raising the ranged weapon before firing again. Faith turned, rushing the girls towards the door as quietly as she could manage. None of this was making any sense. Doors opened in front of her, dark, unmarked vans. She wanted to shy away, when a uniformed body reached down.
"Your safe now." He whispered, grasping hands as he helped frightened children upwards. Faith saw the glint of a gold badge briefly, before hearing more shots behind her, from the building. She turned. It was Amy. She was going to get shot. "No! Idiot girl, get back over here and to-" she never heard the end of the statement, ducking back into the building beneath a niw half shot through door. The raven haired woman whirled, firing her pistol at one of five guards; ducking before dodging into a beautifully executed roll. She tackled the next one who aimed a gun towards her, shooting the man behind him before aiming and firing through the dazed skull. Two more quick shots, and she aimed at Faith, exhaling.
"Really? I could have shot you."
"You wouldn't have, tjough. You-" Amy pushed her towards the door, roughly.
"Whatever. Finish conversation later, move now. Go!" They sprinted out, the previous cars all gone, no traces left behind.
"How-" Tires screeched briefly on the pavement, and a door flung open in a smaller car. With a rough push, Faith was tossed in, Amy crushing in against her and slamming it closed.
"Go, you stupid fuck!" She shouted, car going from zero to forty to seventy or higher in only a few moments.
"Followers?" She turned, eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Negative." There was a sigh shared by the two people, before Amy relaxed visibly. She leaned forward against the drivers seat. "You were almost late."
"Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades."
"Rude bastard."
"Rude bitch." She leaned back, smirk painted across ruby lips. "Clothes are in the front, its a shame about that dress. I rather liked that one." The male voice stated, handing a bag to the antsy woman. Faith could only watch the exchange in wonder.
"I didn't." Amy answered, peeling the bloodied, torn fabric from her form. The man sighed, shaking his head.
"You hate everything."
"Damn straight!" She mumbled, pulling the reddish fabric from her body, sliding a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt on in exchange. She withdrew a sweatshirt, holding it up to Faith. "Here, put this on. You have got to be freezing." The blonde woman just nodded, tugging the garment on over her dress. "Slow the fuck down, Frost. We aren't being chased anymore." She stated, leaning forward to rummage through the bag.
"Yea, yea. Whatever you say princess." He mumbled, decreasing speed dramatically. He turned, offering his hand to the blonde. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss. I'm Barry Frost, this one's partner." Faith reached forward carefully, not sure what he meant by the statement.
"Faith Hunter." She released his hand quickly, withdrawing back towards herself. Amy punched him in the shoulder.
"Hey, pay attention to the bitch for a second, and stay off the girl." Barry rolled his eyes, looking forward as he slowed for a red light. "Where the hell is the food? I'm fucking hungry, man! And I'm positive Faith is too. You did bring food, right?"
"Nope. But your mother did. Korsak is on guard duty." The woman groaned.
"You are a dead man, Frost. I swear. And Korsak is dead if he eats it all!" She reached forward, slapping a shoulder, before leaning back with an unsatisfied grumbling. They drove in silence for a few minutes, before he slowed, parking. Faith glanced out the window at bright, flourescent lights. Faith started. They were in front of the Boston Police Department. Amy yawned, opening her door and stepping out, walking around to offer her hand to Faith. The smaller woman paused, unsure of what to do. She was with a criminal, walking into a police department. There was no way this would end well. "Hey, trust me, alright?" Faith paused again, before sliding her hand into the woman's, stepping out of the car. They walked side by side through the front door, following Frost as he went past the front desk. The security guard held out an arm.
"Identification, Miss." He stated, glancing at the two of them.
"Really? Come on, I haven't shown id here in years." His brow creased, but he stood firm. Frost tried not to laugh.
"Identification." Amy rolled her eyes, patting her pockets, searching for something.
"Where- oh yeah." She turned to Faith. "Excuse me for a moment." She crouched, sliding her hands up a pale thigh. Both men turned whiter, something that must have been difficult for Frost, considering his skin tone. The woman's hands slid down a moment later, chain and badge held loosely in the left one. She held it up to the guard. He blanched.
"My apologies, detective. Carry on." She smirked, wrapping an arm around Faith's back to lead her forward. They crammed into an elevator, rising a floor. Faith nudged the other woman, gaining her attention for a moment.
"I thought you were Amy Othran, slave trader. Who are you really?" She found herself whispering again. The woman ran a hand through her hair briefly, before handing her badge to the blonde.
"Amy Othran is only my cover." It was a slight whisper, before the elevator announced their arrival. She pulled the hood back from the sweat shirt, searching the truth in her eyes. "Jane Rizzoli, homicide detective." Faith swallowed the lump in her throat, before stepping out of the elevator. An older an was there, and he looked up, dropping the cup in his hands when he saw her. Frost turned, his own eyes widening in shock at the features of the woman hidden from him by darkness until now. They opened their mouths to say something, when Jane merely shook her head, pain clouding her eyes.
AN- Mystery of Amy Othran solved. Officially start Mystery of why the Hell everyone is acting so weird, and Mystery of who is Faith Hunter. Hmm... So many ysteries... My apologies. Not really, it keeps things interesting. So! Jane is Amy! Why is she working undercover? What do all of them know that Faith doesn't? So many things to ask, and so many answers floating off in brain- space... So, I'll stop digressing and go take a walk through brain- space to update for you. Got the ideas for this story from 3x09. Until next time,
~Snap Tobiume