Chapter 1 - Pieces in Play
"So that you can what, Detective? Kill him this time?" Had it not been for the situation, the brunette would have smiled at the ME's sarcasm, proud even. Jane, to her credit, didn't even flinch. But the hurt was there. Maura could see it behind those chocolate orbs. She hadn't meant it. What was with it with her and wanting to lash out, to cause pain? "I didn't..."
"No, Doctor Isles is right," she said, eyes on Frost, steadily ignoring the ME. Her walls were up. Those walls it had taken only days for the ME to break down when they first met were back in full force like they had been when Hoyt had still been around, playing hell with the Detective in her dreams. The hurt that had been there only moments ago had been smoothly covered over by complete indifference and detachment. "Doyle's not armed. There's no reason for me to be."
Frost's eyes widened. "You're kidding me, right? You're gonna be in there with an IA agent who will not hesitate to take you out." Frost said, gesturing towards Doyle's room. Jane shrugged. "I'm working evidence. If this goes the way we think it's gonna go, he'll be using one of the guns from the evidence locker. I'll just take the firing pins out."
Pulling her slightly off to the side, "and how exactly do we know which gun he'll use?" He hissed. "You gonna take the pins outta every one?"
"If I have to, so be it." Turning to Maura, "I take it the plan meets your satisfaction?" Maura looked away. She was conflicted. Taking her silence as agreement, Jane turned on her heel and walked away.
"Jane...!" He looked at Maura, eyes desperate. "Maura, c'mon..." he pleaded, "if anything goes wrong in there..."
Maura swallowed, turning away from Frost. A part of her had done it out of pure fury and malice at Jane for the almost taking away her opportunity to find out who her mother was but another part, the part that was so closely linked to Jane to the extent that she sometimes forgot where one began and the other ended, wanted to go after Jane, tell her to stop being so stupid. She couldn't possibly go in there unarmed. But it was her who had put the wheels in motion. If only she hadn't been so spiteful. That was her fiancé after all; the one person who loved her, quirks and all. If something happened to Jane...
Oh god, what had she done...?