Post-Its

Chapter 16

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Chapter 16

Maura kneeled down, tenderly brushing the autumn leaves away. She set about tidying the place up, making it look more presentable.

"Addison's here." She scowled slightly, recalling the redhead's blustering entrance early last evening and determined instrusiveness into how she was living her life, and whether it really was a life. "She's staying for a few days...or so she says." The frown on her face deepened before it disappeared altogether. "I don't suppose I have much of a choice in the matter either way," she said resignedly.

She placed down her latest letter on the grave in front, leaving it slanting slightly against the stone that read:

Jane Rizzoli

Defender and Protector of All

The last of her letters had disappeared just like all the others she'd left before it, despite the slight weight of the flowers she'd put on top.

Blown away by the wind probably, she thought.

It was oddly comforting to think that somewhere in another state, on another continent, her letters would be found by another lost soul much like those messages people put in a bottle and let drift to sea, as if somehow it would help put things in perspective for them, make them feel like they're not alone, connect.

Her attention was drawn from her musings as she heard the snap of a twig at the back of her, footsteps in the grass. Her head snapped up to find Frost standing slightly behind her, uncertainty marring his face. They stared hesitantly at each other. Frost broke the silence first.

"I can leave...if you want some time alone."

She blinked up at him, making the decision for him as she reached out and took hold of his hand to pull him closer.

"No. You have every right to be here as I do. And besides...Jane would want you here."

She let go, turning her head back to the stone and for a brief second, Frost missed the comfort and warmth the hand gave, the re-connection he'd felt to Jane. He stuffed his hands in his coat pockets hurriedly. She looked back at him again, noting how in his arms was...nothing. Etiquette had taught her that it was customary to bring something to a grave, be it a flower or a stuffed bear, something in remembrance, though she could understand how sometimes all people brought were their words. Seeing her perplexed expression, he went to explain,

"She'd be mortified if she found me bringing her flowers." The words got a slight smile out of the ME and the man couldn't help but recall the number of times he'd seen the blonde do the simple act since Jane's death.

"Yes...she most likely would," she agreed. She could picture Jane's deadpan expression of 'really' and the way her eyebrow would quirk in disbelief before thrusting the flowers back in the person's face and stalking off. It made her smile. She had never been a flowers kind of girl. He knelt down beside her, hands still encased in coat pockets.

"I got one too, you know." The admission was so quiet, Maura almost missed it but she knew without a doubt what it was he was talking about.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Frost shrugged. "Thought it was one of the guys." He breathed deeply. "And I guess I didn't want to go down that path of wishful thinking," he admitted.

She linked her arm through his.

"It's never a bad thing, wishful thinking. It shows you your heart's desires; what you want in reality. It's the formation of a belief according to what might be pleasing to imagine, evidence, rationality and logic aside. It's a product of resolving conflicts between one's belief and desire."

Frost chuckled.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just...well you're doing that google thing Jane always complained you used to do."

"And yet, she always understood every word." She cocked her head to one side, adding the next sentence in almost as an afterthought. "Most of the time anyway."

"Yeah...she always seemed to get you. Right from the start. It was like you and her were meant to be." He glanced over at the woman beside him afraid he'd said too much but if the ME heard, she gave no sign of having done so.

"I'm sorry," he said. And it was an:

I'm sorry for bringing it up

I'm sorry for the last few months

I'm sorry I haven't been there for you the way I should have been

I'm sorry I couldn't save her

I'm sorry I can't bring her back to you

She looked at him, considering the man beside her thoughtfully, before once again glancing away, eyes focused on the headstone in front.

"I know."

I know you did everything you could

I know I was harsh on you that day

I know my words were uncalled for

I know you weren't responsible

I know you miss her too

She laid her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry too," she said, her thoughts going back to their conversation before they had gotten sidetracked.

"Wishful thinking...

I'm guilty of it too."


About two hundred yards away, stood a figure, behind a tree.

They took in the two people huddled in front of the stone before them and smiled.

In less than a week, it will all be over.


Last chapter coming up!

I'm kinda sad it's drawing to an end... :(


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