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LET SLEEPING BLOOD LIE
Chapter 13 - Finding Jane
Thursday 1pm
"She got a call Tuesday, after interrogating Jared, and she yelled into the phone at the caller"
"What did she say?" Korsak pleads with his eyes
"She told me she got a threat and she was going to check into it." Maura sobs silently, "She didn't seem that upset by it. Yesterday after her phone rang several times again from an unknown caller, when she answered it they hung up. It seemed like a prank but I was worried so I begged her to talk to Nina. She said she would." Maura sniffs trying to control the tears
Korsak smiles gently at her, "We will find her, Maura."
Maura doesn't move or indicate she heard him. He want's to leave because neither of then like public affection but she looks so desolate and alone. He walks to her gently giving her a sideways half hug and she clings to him tightly. He holds her for awhile then pulls away from her grip, heading upstairs to resume the hunt.
"Maura" her brain tried to scream as she woke. She took in several large conscious breaths of air, grateful for them, relishing them. She had been breathing since she blacked out but this air was hers to take and enjoy. Her lungs felt great. She felt alive. Air had never tasted do good. Her eyes dart around in the dark trying to see where she is.
Then her heart misses a beat as she remembers where she is and why she had been deprived the air. She gags merely at the memory of drowning.
Breathe Jane
She tries to calm herself, compose herself, wondering if she was alone, what was next.
The click followed by the bright light blinded her again. She was still lying backwards in the cold hard metal chair. Her body ached and her wrists stung against the bindings, the raw skin that rubbed as she struggled and tried to move again.
Another cloth descended over her mouth and she gasped trying not to loose control again
"Please stop" she begged already struggling for air, "Please" she begged.
She heard the jug being picked up again, recognized the same soft scrape of metal sliding against glass. "No" she cries, tears burning down the sides of her face.
Weight, water, no air, drowning again, trying to breathe in where there is no air, she thrashes about in the chair again fighting to move, to breathe. Again the panic sets in. Again the smothering. Again the pain in her lungs and nose. She struggles against the pain, lasting probably only a few seconds longer than last time. The pain kept her conscious until the lack of oxygen turned her brain off and her senses followed a moment later as darkness consumed her again.
Thursday 3pm
"No sign of her car or her at her apartment, and they went to Maura's to check, nothing there either" Frankie struggles to keep up with Korsaks pace as they moved from Cavanaugh's office door to the comms room, his voice was weak, his brow furrowed in fear, almost panting.
"Holiday?" Korsak yelled
Nina spun around to face them, "The call came from an internal number, our system doesn't show which phone but it had to be someone at BPD"
She gives Frankie an apologetic shrug, her eyes wet with worry for him. He closed his eyes nodding, accepting her comforting gesture.
"Question everyone here", Korsak yelled at no one in particular in the bullpen, "I want to know who she spoke to NOW."
Friday 4:10am
Maura woke in a cold sweat in her office, she had drifted off and had had terrible dreams of Jane. Waking wasn't helping her feel any better. Jane was still missing. She swore to herself she wouldn't sleep again until Jane was home safe.
Her mind drifted back to their dinner the night before Jane vanished, it had been wonderful.
She had arrived home Tuesday night to find Jane asleep on her couch. It's was a little after 6pm. She started to prepare dinner not wanting to wake Jane yet.
While she is waiting for the pasta to boil she goes to check on Jane. Jane is face down on the couch only half her face visible, her mouth open and arms sprawled around her, hair falling in every direction. Maura reaches over to move some of Jane's dark wild curls away from her face.
So cute when she is asleep
She brushes Jane's cheek gently with her fingertips and sees Jane's eyes move behind her eyelids, she is dreaming.
"Jane", Maura whisperers hoping to gently wake the detective.
"Jane" a little louder with still no response.
Just let her sleep, she probably needs it. Jane can eat later if she is hungry.
Maura removes Jane's boots and places a blanket over her.
"Maur?" Jane mumbles sleepily and half opens one eye
"Hi beautiful" Maura smiles at her lovingly, gently brushing her jaw with her fingertips, "Are you hungry?"
Jane sits up slowly, rubbing her eyes and smiling back, "Yes I am. Can I help?"
"No just relax, it will be ready in a few minutes. Would you like a beer?"
The food was really good, Angela had shown Maura how to make a few simple Italian dishes, Jane's favorites were the ones she had practiced the most. Jane had eaten like her life depended on it.
"A Mother of one 15-year-old victim said her son was forced to walk around the team locker room with a set of water bottles tied to his testicles."
"Ewwww...Tesicles? Seriously Maura. You don't have a better dinner conversation?"
"Well it is on topic with hazing practices, which you brought up." Maura chuckles
"Well tomorrow after we speak to these kids I might have some stories for you."
Jane's grin is intoxicating, causing Maura's heart to flutter.
"I would love to discuss the secret world of fraternal practices of adolescent males with you."
"Maur, If it was anyone but you that would be the creepiest conversation idea ever."
I had been similar to dinner the previous night when Angela had interrupted them, seductive looks, soft lingering touches, sweet smiles. They were taking it slow, exploring this new side of their relationship with caution. But the conversation was what Maura craved and loved the most. It wasn't new, Jane had always engaged in their talks, no-one else in her life ever had, not even male relationships. She loved any stimulating intellectual topic, but especially with Jane, who was always deeply captivated, as much as she pretended to hate them.
"So, today I found out, the number thirteen is revered by Satanists and the occult as the number of death," Jane shares, a twinkle in her eye, "It's believed to have originated with Nimrod at the tower and city of Babel, who was the thirteenth from Adam."
Maura nods as if she already knew, "The number thirteen is a major symbol in the occult, with death and Satanism. It is very significant in witchcraft and the occult. It is an emblem of a secret knowledge, a knowledge which does indeed confer power upon those conversant with it. It is a knowledge that religious orthodoxies have long feared and tried to suppress. Thirteen may be perceived as unlucky to those who fear the secret gnosis it represents, but for adherents of that gnosis it is, as it always was, a sacred number."
Jane processes this slowly, part of her day had been googling the number thirteen for it's meaning, it's significance to the markings on the tree at Boston College and the death of Hamish. Maura had obviously used a different google from her, one with with a higher IQ. It was never a competition, but she will try to impress Maura with her newfound knowledge anyway,
"The one dollar bill has 13 stars around the eagle, 13 stripes below it, 13 arrows in it's left hand, 13 leaves in its right side. The pyramid on the front side has 13 layers. And...there were 13 colonies."
Maura is impressed, her eyebrows are raised in wonderment and she is almost cooing in delight watching Jane, enraptured by her, mesmerized, a smile spreading across her cheeks, the topic exhilarating, she wants to kiss Jane in that moment.
Jane carries on oblivious to Maura's joy, "The number 13 also represents rebellion, a child becomes rebellious at around age 13." Jane raises her beer in finality.
Maura laughs, "Rebellion at thirteen? You are generalizing Jane, while certain cultures might find that to be partially accurate on average populace, I doubt that would be the overall consensus anywhere."
"You're probably right," Jane laughs with her, "Both Tommy and I rebelled at 13 though." She pulls out her cheeky dimpled grin reserved only for Maura "I am still rebelling too, you know...right now in fact." She puts her arms around Maura's neck and pulls her closer for a gentle tantalizing kiss.
Maura softly kisses her back, "That was a remarkably well executed segue, did you plan that?"
"Of course" Jane says between kisses
Maura giggles, "You taste like pasta sauce."
"I taste delicious." Jane pulls away licking her lips.
"This is true, Jane. You are delicious."
Maura leans back in to kiss Jane passionately, exploring. It is electrifying. Lips finding a soft rhythm against each other, subtle bites and gentle nibbles, soft moans indicating to the other what is mostly enjoyable. Finally breaking apart only for air.
"You are delicious too Maur" Jane says peppering kisses along Maura's jaw then sandwiching Maura's bottom lip between her her own in a seductive departing kiss.
Maura runs the pad of her thumb across her bottom lip, feeling the moment, enjoying the memory.
She sighs sadly.
"Where are you Jane"
...to be continued...
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