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    crossing lines for maura

    Story written on July 14, 2012 by mauraandapriest-NEVER.
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    Jane had noticed it even if Maura hadn’t. The precise doctor was always alert and aware, but hers was a theoretical and medical mind. Jane’s mind however had been honed to a razors edge. The combination of street smarts, a detectives’ intuition, the gut instinct of a hunter and the awareness of someone who was once a victim of a sociopath like Hoyt, alerted her to the predators at her tail.

    It had all started innocently enough. Silent phone calls to Maura’s house, which the Doctor logically put down to cold callers, crossed wires and a hundred other innocuous reasons. Then there were the glimpses of people watching her. At every crime scene someone, who wasn’t rubber necking to get a glimpse of the corpse, but was rather watching Maura with cold eyes. Calculating expressions that never wavered from her friend’s well dressed form. When Jane approached them, they would turn on their heels and disappear into the crowds. Maybe they were just innocent observers, faces in the crowd. To Maura that’s all they were, but to the raised hairs on the back of Jane’s neck they were something else.

    Then as they drove to lunch one day Jane noticed the grey Ford saloon. A saloon which, with eerie regularity, began to show up in the rear-view mirror when she drove Maura, or was her passenger. Once Jane noticed a black SUV swerve and cut off the saloon as though attempting to cut off its pursuit.

    All the while Maura remained oblivious to the things Jane had begun to notice. Quietly she ran the plates of the grey Ford saloon, only to find they were clones, apparently belonging to various owners of various vehicles.

    Jane’s disquiet grew, and so she spent even more time with Maura. Not in and of itself unusual, but when Jane began agreeing to let Maura drive her places, or to join Maura for a mud bath just so she could be her protective shadow; even Maura began to raise a perfectly sculpted eyebrow in confusion and suspicion.

    The final straw came some two weeks later when Jane returned with Maura to her house and her front door was ajar. The lock was jimmied open none too subtlety and Jane was on immediate alert. Her gun came out in one fluid motion while her other arm pushed Maura protectively behind her. With the lethal precision and stalking grace of a lynx, Jane swept the house. Only to find an open back door, and no-one in the house.

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