Faith followed the detective out of the police department, pulling the large sweat shirt around her shoulders as the stepped back out into the friggid air once again. Within moments, the woman was holding another car door open for her; this time another unmarked vehicle, another dark ccolor. She could't help the fear that rose in her throat, it was habit to expect only the worst. Jane wrapped a protective arm arounnd her, pushing her lightly towards the vehicle.
"Come on, I promise nothing will happen to you." She just nodded, drowning the irrational fear in the smallest bit of logical thought. This woman was a cop; she had already saved Faith more than the blonde could have ever asked of anyone. She stepped in, settling back against the comfortable seat, tucking her hands into her lap. The door shut, and she watched as Jane enterred on the other side, placing her keys in the ignition and causing the engine to start up with a typical purr. She pulled out within a few moments, following a lit road that had no one else travelling it, regardless. Faith turned her head, glancing out the window. She had never taken the time to see Boston; to really see it. Yet, she still felt as if she knew the city.
"Where are we going?" She finally asked, watching street lights and buildings as they whipped by. She felt as if the city had much more to offer than just dark secrets; the dark half that was all she remembered. She found that, maybe, with the right amount of hope, this place could beautiful.
"I figured you could stay at my place for as long as you need, until you get your life together and figure out what you would like to do."
"I wouldn't want to impose-" Jane cut her off with a shake of her head.
"No, its alright. Really. My house is... pretty large. Trust me." Faith only nodded, figuring that it would be easier to just go along with what the detective was saying, rather than argue. It wasn't like she had anywhere else to stay either, so this arrangement could be beneficial, to say the least. It was at this point that the day truly caught up to her; everything that had happened. She had been bought. But now she was free. They had escaped with so many others. She had escaped at all. And now she was in a car with a homicide detective, going somewhere to stay. And she felt... Safe. "Hey, you're crying." Sh raised a hand to her eyes, wiping th stray tears that had fallen across her cheeks away with one hand.
"I'm alright. Everything just caught up with me, that's all." The detective didn't say anything, but she didn't need to. Her hand sliding into Faith's, compressing slightly, was enough. The blonde leaned her head against the detective, letting her tears flow silently. How had she been lucky enough to get out? How was she lucky enough to have come across this woman? It was almost as if the raven- haired beauty had been looking for her, would have run to the edge of the Earth just to find her. But that was illogical, she had no prior knowledge that a woman like this even existed, how could she have known about Faith. Jane turned down the driveway of what could only be considered a mini- mansion, running her thumb over the other's hand as soothingly as she could. They were together, Faith was as safe as she was going to get. She knew that, but it was something that she almost couldn't accept. It was all just so unreal. She found herself looking up to the massive house, wondering how someone on the Boston Police Department payroll could afford such a place, when Jane released her hand eve so gently. The dark haired woman rose, coming aorund to the other side just as Faith was stepping out of her door. She rose up, offering a weak smile as she led the blonde towards the building, pulling a key out of her pocket and unlatching the door. They stepped into a normal- sized foyer, Jane turning on the lights and hanging her coat on one of the racks nearby. Following the detective, the woman stepped into a kitchen that was fairly modern, though it almost didnt look lived- in. The slightest movement at the edge of her vision caught her eye, and she spun, raising a hand to her chest out of reflex. Jane whirled.
"Oh! Bass, don't scare the company, Jesus." The lanky detective crouched beside the large reptilian, patting his shell as she did so. She looked up to Faith. "Sorry, this is Bass. He's my turtle." The woman cocked her head to the side slightly.
"That's alright, he just caught me by surprise is all. He's most definitely not a turtle, however. He looks like an... African Spurred Tortoisee, I believe." Something that Faith couldn't quite place flickered across the woman's eyes, but it was gone even faster than it had appeared. She reached down, patting the roughened shell. "Pleasure to meet you, Bass."
"Here." jane reached up, holding a perfect- looking strawberry out to the woman. "His favorite. I'm sure he'll be your best friend if you gave him one." The woman smiled, shaking her head. However, she did offer the fruit to the tortoise, as if she had been feeding the variety of animals for a long period of her life.
"Brazilian strawberries, very good for you, Bass." She waited until he had finished, the detective never saying a word, only rising from her crouch and moving towards the refrigerator. "Well." She finally asked, after a few moments of finding her voice again.
"Well," Jane began, holding out a glass and pouring a bit of wine into it. Faith accepted, tasting the wine with a small sip before nodding her head that it was alright. "Would you like something to eat, or do you want the official tour first, or do you just want to change and go to bed? I mean, its only one twenty in the morning."
"Whichever you would-"
"Its your life now, Faith. No one can tell you what to do, or when to do it. Not unless they're your boss or something, but that's different." The detective opened a beer, taking a gulp before setting it down again. The blonde blushed, nearly unable to accept the drastic sharp turn that her life had taken in only a few hours. The woman sipped her wine again, mulling over the options that had been given to her.
"I'd like the tour first, if you don't mind." She finally stated, making up her mind. The detective smiled, grabbing her beer again before heading off in the direction of the living room. Faith followed, looking into a room that must have cost an arm and a leg just to afford furniture for, let alone the stereo and cable systems. She followed the detective further, glancing into a beautiful dining area, and then various other rooms before pausing at a bathroom that looked as if it had been redone within the last year. Above the vainty was a small mirror with a decorative frame, and Faith looked up. It was the first time, in longer than much too long, that she truly saw her reflection. She saw, reflected back in the mirror, a woman who was so gaunt, so pale, and so frightened, that she nearly didn't recognise herself. With one hand, she pulled light waves back from her forehead, shaking her head in disgust. Jane's hand rested against the small of her back, the detective moving closer.
"You look fine, don't worry." She whispered, and the two of them merely stood there for a moment. Faith allowed her eyes to trail over the dual reflection, noting how they almost seemed to be... Together.
"Hey we look like-" Jane pulled away, as if, for a brief moment, she had been thinking exactly the same thing, and it frightened her.
"Come on, there's more." She stated, and Faith followed her a little further down the hall, when Jane opened a simple door, allowing the blonde to step through first. As soon as she had crossed the threshold, she stopped dead, jaw nearly dropping to the mahogany carpet.
"You have a library?"
"Yea. Don't come in here much though, mostly only to clean and stuff." The blonde nearly glared at her, but her attention was engrossed so completely in the towering shelves; shelves that were nearly overflowing with pages upon pages of information. She stepped away from the detective, allowing her eyes to skim over the full shelves, not expecting to have even so much as heard of any of the titles. However, as she read over them, she could nearly remember word- for- word what was in each one. She knew her memory was good, but she couldn't remember a time when she hadn't been at... that place. She shiveed, glancing at the first few pages of one of the books she thought she recognised. After a few minutes, she returned to the entrance, where Jane was leaning against the door's molding, flipping through a thinner volume.
"You have a library." She stated again, approaching the detective. The latter replaced her volume on the shelf, smirking.
"Guilty as charged. But I don't get in here as often as I used to. And you can use it whenever you'd like." Faith turned back, glancing at the rows of books lining the walls. She had always had a... a sort of kinship with books. People were, more often than not, confusing; with conflicting emotions and hidden agendas. Books however? They were simply there. Whateve was scrawled acorss their pages just simply was. What was not said simply did not exist. There was no confusing. She smiled slightly.
"Thank you." She finallywhispered. Jane paused a moment, before nodding. Within moments, they began their ascent of hardwood stairs, turning left once at the top. She followed the detective through the upstairs area, and the remainder of their tour was pretty uneventful, and within a few short minutes, they were heading back down for some well- needed food. Faith paused, however, glancing at one last door, one that Jane had refused to even acknowledge. "What about that one?" She asked. "What's in there?" Jane turned her eyes clouding over slightly.
"I don't use that room." She stated, bluntly. Her voice was bordering on harsh, even.
"But that is an excessive misuse of valid storage space and-" Jane turned.
"Faith. No. Don't even so much as mention that room." She whispered, her voice hardened, but also choked. The blonde didn't understand completely what had happened to change the detective so much in a few short moments, but she would drop it for now. That, however, didn't mean that she wouldn't get answers. She would figure this out, regardless of Jane telling her, or taking the mission into her own hands.
AN- Okay so this is really just a filler/ connecting chapter. My apologies, I try not to write too many things that could really be considered filler. But This was kind of needed to set up the resolution of all the mysteries that there are in this story. I'd really like to thank all of you that have stuck with me on this Hellhound of a story; its pretty weird. And a double thanks, of course, to those of you that have reviewed, followed, or favorited. You guuys are awesome.
So, in real life, I finally got my laptop (and named it Maura, actually). However awesome she is, though, is still how shitty my internet connection is. Seriously, it shit out on my twice while typing this chapter. I wanted to cry. But, here the chapter is! Also, my sister (IllThinkOfSomething10) and I are going to be writing a Saints Row crossover with Rizzoli and Isles soon, which will be titled "Boston's Going Up In Flames". Look for it, its gunna be pretty sick. Enjoy, and leave me some comments!
~SnapTobiume