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    Entropy

    Maura grinned at her, a grin that lit up her face and a large portion of the room. “When I saw he’d handcuffed you.” She swallowed slowly, in another other situation, having Jane handcuffed would thrill her no end. “I put a paperclip in my shoe.”

    Jane looked to Maura’s feet. She was, as always wearing designer heels but her legs, like Jane’s were bound to the chair.

    “Erm, Maura?” Jane nodded towards the other woman’s ankles. “How do you plan on getting to it?”

    With an impish grin, Maura slipped out of her shoe and wriggled her foot. “I took Russian ballet remember?” She pointed her toes and pulled her leg up, the rope burning her skin as she struggled against it. “And Robin isn’t very thorough and her work as a lab technician is substandard. I was going to replace her!” Maura wriggled her foot again, and with a final grunt, pulled it from the binding. “Et Voila!” she wriggled her bare foot at the detective.

    “You’re amazing.” Jane marvelled. “But how is that helping us, unless you can bend that leg backwards and behind you, then we’re no better off.”

    Maura rolled her eyes. “You really need to be more patient Jane.” She said, leaning forward as best she could to try and get a look at the knot on her other leg.
    Realising Maura’s plan, Jane nodded. “Ok, it looks like a simple bow?!” She couldn’t hide the amazement in her voice. “It’s tied at the front; you should be able to grab the end with your toes.” Maura fumbled with the rope, her toes lacking the dexterity she had hoped.

    “Maura.” Jane hissed. “Stop!” Maura froze in place and stared at her. Jane’s head was cocked as though she were listening to something. “Put your shoe on.”

    Maura didn’t question her but slipped her free foot back into her Balenciaga shoe and waited.

    The door opened and Hoyt strolled in, as though he were entering a casual party.

    “Ladies.” He purred, staring into each set of hate filled eyes in turn. “Are you enjoying my hospitality?”

    “***** you Hoyt!” Jane spat.

    “Ahh Jane.” He stood in front of her and smiled. “You still dream about me.” He leered, his eyes roaming her body hungrily.

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