“Now, bend it towards your body so that it’s flush with the cuffs.” Jane instructed her. She had never been so glad to be a cop. After a robbery had gone wrong at some point in the 60s when a cop had been handcuffed with his own handcuffed before being shot with his own weapon, BPD had run courses on escaping from your own handcuffs with the most basic of implements.

“Ok, I’ve done that.” Maura told her.

“Good, you’re doing really well.” Jane was amazed at how composed Maura could be. “Now, take it out without straightening it again.” She paused, giving her time to get it right. “Then put the hooked end back in the same place so that the hook is pointing to your body, press away from you and twist your wrist at the same time.” She held her breath.

Maura got to her feet suddenly and turned to face Jane, holding both her hands up. “You’re the best.” She grinned as she crossed the floor and started untying Jane’s legs quickly.

“Oh Jane.” Hoyt’s nightmare sing song echoed in the corridor and Maura skidded back to her seat, taking care to drape the ropes around her ankles again before holding her hands behind her. Hoyt sauntered back into the room he had blood coating his hands and Jane knew he had disposed of the problem that had interrupted them earlier. His eyes were drawn immediately to Maura’s chest, the blood had run noticeably, covering the bosom of her dress with a dark stain.

“Maybe you’re feeling a little left out.” He stood before the brunette and ran his fingers over her heavily bruised cheek. Jane grinned at him. “Maybe I am.” She replied huskily. “Wanna play?”

She brought her knee up hard and fast into Hoyt’s groin as she used her limited range of motion to try and head-butt him. The action knocked Hoyt off balance and Jane kicked at his chest, sending him flying back into Maura who caught him by the hips as he landed with a crunch on her lap.
He bellowed at Jane, seemingly unaware that Maura had just caught him, and charged at the detective, his scalpel aimed at her throat.

BANG!

The gunshot echoed around the room, deafening everyone in it. Jane felt the air leave her lungs in a rush and she started at Maura, the weapon raised in her hands. She looked down at lifeless form of Charles Hoyt, the top of his head bearing a large hole where the bullet had ripped through hair, skin and bone. He slid down her body, leaving a bloody trail over her skin and clothes before crumpling on the floor.

Jane grinned as Maura lowered the weapon slowly before setting it on her chair. She wiped the blood splatters from Jane’s face and smiled warmly. It was all she could do not to lean in and kiss her. “Wanna get me outta these cuffs?” Jane asked. She felt it then. All those things that Maura had written about in her journal but never let Jane see, she felt in that moment. The heat radiating off the doctor, the desire that burned in her eyes. Her heart rate increased even more as Maura brushed her face gently.

Maura found her paperclip and worked the cuffs quickly, releasing Jane.

“Y’know something?” Jane said softly. “You really are a badass!!”

Maura scooped her into a hug, squeezing the detective for all she was worth. Jane inhaled deeply, the warm cinnamon smell of Maura’s shampoo filling her senses and warming her soul.

They pulled apart slowly and Jane reached for her gun. “Let’s get out of here.” She took Maura’s hand and led her from the room, leaving Hoyt’s lifeless body staring at the wall.