”OK, so does everyone have everything?” Jane asked as shook her head slowly. They needed more supplies, some food. The cheese rolls she had put into her bag hadn’t lasted long and with the benefit of hindsight, bread probably wasn’t the best thing to have brought with them, it spoiled too quickly.

Maura had suggested doing a little foraging in the nearby area, drawing everyone a diagram of various leaves and berries they would be able to eat. Fishing would have been a much preferred option but with the whereabouts of the shooters still unknown, it would be nothing more than suicide to spend so much time out in the open. Reluctantly, Jane had agreed to foraging. She tucked the handgun into the back of her pants and procured herself one of the knives she had in her pack, giving Maura the hunting knife she’d found on the body.

”Don’t go far, stay in cover and do not split off from the others.” Jane ordered, fixing everyone with a stern expression. ”We’ll meet back here by noon.”

Tag chuckled. ’High noon’ It was always the thing of westerns, a gunfight at the OK Corral. Guys dressed in black and white facing off in the dirt and dust.

”Yes.” Maura picked up where Jane had finished. ”We should stay out of the height of the sun. Fill some bottles with water before we leave so we don’t get dehydrated.”

They had been boiling the rain water over the fire for most of the night, doing their best to purify it with their limited means.

One by one, each person filled a bottle and tucked it in one of the bags. Jane had opted to go out on her own to try and find the shooters. It might not be Boston, but catching killers was what she did best. She tucked some meagre supplies into her bag and pulled Maura into a heated kiss.

”Please baby, be careful.” she breathed softly as she pulled back, her lips tingling from the contact.

Maura smiled warmly at her. ”Of course I will, Jane.” She leant in, recapturing Jane’s lips in a warm and sensual kiss, her hands running through tangled raven hair.

”Promise me.” Jane’s usual raspy tone dropped lower as she tried to contain the passion that had risen to the surface in her lovers arms.