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    crossing lines for maura

    Story written on July 14, 2012 by mauraandapriest-NEVER.
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    Paddy heard it too and his laughter ended. He sat forward in his chair studying the detective. The hard planes of her beautiful face static. Her eyes dark and burning. Her Jaw tense and serious. For a moment Paddy wanted to shiver. He had seen that look before, determined and without mercy. He had seen

    Paddy heard it too and his laughter ended. He sat forward in his chair studying the detective. The hard planes of her beautiful face static. Her eyes dark and burning. Her Jaw tense and serious. For a moment Paddy wanted to shiver. He had seen that look before, determined and without mercy. He had seen it in the mirror all too often.

    ”What are you planning detective? There’s no turning back from the path you’re staring down. If I tell you where they are, you would be alone. My influence is reduced to only a few people and they can’t make a blatant display ’cause it could start a gang war. What can you do? What would you do for her?” Paddy questioned intently.

    ”To protect Maura, I’ll do whatever I have to. Now where do I find them?” Jane calmly intoned.

    Paddy studied the detective closely and finally, like a blind man staring at the sun, he saw it. The detective was willing to do anything for Maura. Just like him. She loved her. Paddy, like any good gangster,r had only one thought to this, ”I could use this.” And so without further mind games, for the first time in his life Paddy Doyle told the police detective exactly what she wanted to hear.

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    The drive back to the station was a long one, but Jane felt oddly calm. She knew what had to be done. For a moment it horrified her. There was no turning back from this. She was being reckless again, she knew it. She was likely going to break all her promises.

    Her promise to serve and protect.

    Her promise to maintain the law.

    Likely even her promise to Ma, not to get killed.

    But overriding all of that was her promise to herself and to her best friend.

    Jane would protect Maura.

    Jane stormed through the station, her wild mane of hair like dark fire, trailed the path to her desk. The officers cleared a course, unwilling to get in the way of her powerful strides or meet her midnight eyes, which blazed with some terrible purpose.

    Jane snatched up a piece of paper and scribbled down a few words. An explanation, an apology. Just in case. She violently jerked opened her desk draw and thrust the letter into it. Jane then grabbed her gun and her badge from the same drawer and weighed them carefully in each hand. Frost and Korsak were casting weary glances between each other and hesitantly called out to ask Jane what was wrong. Jane seemed deaf to their concern and ignored her friends. Jane’s brows drew together as her face twisted in deep thought or perhaps awful pain, before clearing to resolute determination. She clenched her jaw and with a barely perceptible grunt she cast the badge back into the depths of her draw and withdrew an extra clip for her gun. She loaded her glock and holstered it with lethal precision before spinning on her heal and marching out of the office. Leaving stunned and worried silence in her wake.

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