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    Wicked Little Town

    ”MA!” Jane leant back, trying to put some space between them.

    ”Anyone with eyes can see it, and don’t you sit there and tell me you don’t feel the same.” Angela insisted. ”The way you look at each other, all lovey.”

    Jane opened her mouth to object but found herself unable to deny it.

    ”And all that touching?” Angela was on a roll now. ”I was married to your father for 30 years; I didn’t touch him that much in all that time.” She smirked knowingly. ”It was really too much honey.”

    Jane was stunned. Did she really touch Maura as much as her mother claimed? No, of course not. Her mother was overreacting as she was known to do.

    ”I mean, you got your hands on her back, on her hips, on her arms. You’re all up in her business, Miss Handsy.”

    Jane held up her hands in supplication. ”Ok Ma.”

    Angela sat back down in the seat opposite her daughter. ”So, have you eaten?” she asked, a sympathetic smile softening her face. Jane only shook her head. ”Let me get you something.” She got to her feet.

    ”Macaroni cheese?” Jane asked. Her mother paused, a broad grin lighting up her face.

    ”With extra ketchup.”

    ”So, get anything from that?” Jane asked as she marched back into the bullpen and sat on the edge of Korsak’s desk, nodding towards her cell.

    The larger man smiled at her warmly. ”She didn’t tell you to leave her alone.”

    Jane brushed her long fingers through her hair and sighed. ”I meant anything more useful, did you hear anything in the background, those good old fashioned detective skills you’re so proud of?”

    Korsak shook his head slowly. ”You?”

    Jane reflected the motion. ”No. But you’re right, she didn’t say to leave her alone.” A bright grin spread over Jane’s face. ”So, we know she went to San Francisco and Frost can’t find any trace of her, which means she’s not using her real name.” Realisation hit Jane hard. ”Or maybe she is.”

    Frost froze in the doorway his grip tightening on his lunch, unsure as to Jane’s mood. ”When you searched for Maura, what name did you search under?” she directed her question to him, not giving him a chance to enter the room fully.

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    1. Great story!!!! Must be ESP as in another of your stories I asked if you would write one about their separation.

      This is excellent. I will be following your fan fictions.

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