too short i know im sorry im struggling at the moment i've lost my mojo :( please let me know if you think im failing miserably, im sorry if i am im really trying to do the prompt i was given justice but i don't know if i am anymore.

I will try and get another chapter done today but no promises

Frost barely managed to shout out the name of the church and street name before Jane slammed the car door shut and raced off in a blur of squealing tires and smoke. She held off blaring the siren out not wanting to spook the psycho who had Maura. Maura. Just the thought of her made Jane feel anxious and she felt her heartbeat rattling against her ribcage.

The look in the woman's eyes was nothing short of deranged yet there was an odd calm about her that was unsettling Maura; like she had already resigned herself to her fate and this was just a last fling...which meant there was little Maura could threaten her with to try and stop her. The ME looked warily at the crushed powder and gulped nervously. She was aware, of course, that parts of the 'corpse flower' were poisonous, but she had no idea which parts nor the volume of one would have to consume for it to be deadly...she presumed there was only one way they were going to find out.

"Fuck!" Jane only just managed to slam her foot down on the brake as a fire truck came screaming across the intersection. Her heart was in her throat and she sat for a moment panting, eyes wide and mouth dry. Fuck. She took a long slow deep breath and closed her eyes trying to focus herself. She had always prided herself on being able to stay calm in these situations; it was her job after all. No matter how scared she was or how helpless it seemed she always tried to keep her head and control the situation but as she sat behind the wheel of her car she trembled and she couldn't stop the endless flow of tears. Maura. The name kept repeating in her head, it had started like a chant, a mantra, to keep her going but now it weakened and it was more a sob, a cry, a plea. Please be ok Maur...please. A loud honk from the car behind her jolted her back into reality and she took off again, knuckles white with the tight grip on the steering wheel and her jaw aching from gritting her teeth so hard.

"Eat it." The command was simple, her tone simply matter of fact; she knew Maura had no other option so what was the point in wasting her energy.

Maura sat perfectly still, unable to tear her attention away from the words on the tombstone in front of her. She didn't say a word and outwardly appeared calm but on the inside a waterfall of emotion was cascading over her. Would anyone care if I did take that poison? Every parent I have ever known has lied to me or denied my existence. I have no one.

"She won't make it you know." It was taking longer to crack the medical examiner than she had bargained for, in her fantasies of this moment she would fall apart as soon as she saw her name on the grave but she was still saying strong. She hadn't even cried yet.

It took Maura a moment to catch on to what the woman was implying. Jane. The hopelessness she had just been feeling lifted slightly at the thought of the brunette detective. Jane. The one true friend she had ever had, the polar opposite to herself, the infuriating, sarcastic impatient woman who had a serious caffeine and dessert addiction. The ME found herself smiling in spite of everything. Jane...I'm not alone...I have Jane...and Jane has me. I'd do anything for her. I know she'll come for me.

She saw the small smile and an angry growl escaped, she thrust the powder at the medical examiner. "Take it!"

Maura could hear the desperation begin to creep into her voice and the darkness faded back just a little more. She glanced at the purple substance and back into those furious eyes and gave a small shake of her head.

"You really believe she's going to come and rescue you don't you? When her mother is dying this very moment? You really think she'd choose you?" She knelt down to challenge the hope in those hazel eyes "You really think she cares that much about you? She shot dearest daddy remember...and you are your father's daughter, what makes you think she'd want to save you? His genes run through your veins..." She could see the doubt begin to creep back "Do you think she sees him when she looks at you? Can you ever escape your birthright?"

Maura tried to keep hold of that hope, the belief she had in Jane but she couldn't help but feel the doubts begin to rise to the surface. "He's just the sperm donor." Did Jane really believe that? Do I really believe that? "I-I am not my father..." Maura didn't know who she was trying to convince in that moment. She gasped as a rough hand grabbed her by the back of the neck and gripped her tightly and forced her head to look at the grave.

"No you're not...you're no one."

The blackness began to swim through the ME's head again as the angry face came dangerously close and stared at her with deadly intent.

"You will do what I tell you to Princess. One way or another."

Maura heard the distinct click of the safety being taken off a gun and she began to shake with fear. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the barrel of the gun edging its way closer to her and she focused her eyes on the substance instead.

"That's it Princess, be a good girl."

With a trembling hand Maura reached out and took the crushed up flower parts from her captor and felt the darkness returning, it blurred her vision and she could feel the bile rising up the back of her throat, the tears she had held at bay for so long began to crawl down her cheeks. The laugh that shot through her ears made her heart sink and the next words she heard were all she could think of.

"She's too late princess."

She's too late. She's too late. She's too late.