Jane’s sobs locked in her throat and red eyes held Steve in place. ”What?” her voice dropped to a dangerous purr.

”I’m not the only one on the island.” Steve repeated slowly. ”I know who killed your wife.”

Jane yanked him roughly to his feet, his rifle clattering into his backpack. Realisation washed over Jane. The man was armed, he could easily have shot her. But he hadn’t.

”Come on.” she said, shoving him back towards the cave. ”Gimme that!” she wrenched the rifle from him and shot a round into the air, making Steve jump and trot faster.

-/-

”And we’re leaving tomorrow.” Steve concluded.

He’d spent the best part of three hours explaining the situation as best he knew it.

”Could you untie me now?” he asked. Despite his protest, Jane had insisted on tying his hands behind his back.
Both Tag and John looked to Jane who nodded to Tag. Stepping forward, he sliced through the bindings with ease.

Steve rubbed his wrists, massaging the bruised flesh gently.

”Now what?” Tag asked, desperate to break the uncomfortable silence that filled the cave.

Jane ran her hands through her hair, flinching as her fingers caught in the knots. ”Now we know where they’re going, I go and find them.”

John opened his mouth to protest but closed it rapidly when Jane’s glare settled on him. She busied herself collecting together supplies, including the stolen magazine from Tag who, quite literally shrank away from her.

”Give me your shoes.” She pointed at Steve’s feet and froze as a memory hit her.

They had been working a case, a coach at the Boston Pilgrims had turned up dead and Jane was about to go to dinner with a suspect, to try and get some more information.

She’d gone down to Maura’s office to find out what ’Le Beau Truc’ was. Maura had explained to her that it was a five star French restaurant.

”Is this OK?” she’d asked, regarding her outfit.

”Are you out of your mind?” Maura asked her. There was no malice in her tone as she spoke.

She’d teased Jane, calling the interview ’le booty call’. Jane felt her heart melt as the doctor turned, placing a file back on her desk before stripping from her jacket and turning her back on the detective.