I'm Not Going To Tell You by TheConfusedVampire, literature
Literature
I'm Not Going To Tell You
I'm not going to tell you,
but I've fallen in love with you,
I'm not going to tell you,
Because you're a female like me,
I'm not going to tell you,
That your sound of your voice is everything to me,
I'm not going to tell you,
That my heart pounds when you're near,
I'm not going to tell you,
That when I catch your scent in the air I almost go crazy,
I'm not going to tell you,
I think about you all the time,
I'm not going to tell you,
How much it hurts to know I'm just another client,
I'm not going to tell you,
How much I wish I saw love in your eyes,
I'm not going to tell you,
One of the main things that attracts me is that you're an army vet
She smiles.
And I melt a little inside.
She is so beautiful, but she doesn't know it.
I long for her to be mine.
To feel her kiss me.
To feel her sweet caress.
To run my fingers through her long dark hair.
To kiss her olive skin.
I listen to her talk and I can't stop the grin
from spreading across my face.
I shouldn't feel this way, for her,
my best friend, my only friend.
I'm the queen of the dead.
I'm not fit to stand by her side
and yet I cling to her. As if I am losing a piece of myself.
She takes the pain from my life and fills it with light.
I'm lost. Lost in the moment. So much so that I don't see her move.
Then I r
Maura did not think she could cope. Not with Jane gone. She didn't want to go to the funeral, though she did. She had already paid her respects to the woman who meant so much to her. She had slipped down to the morgue after the doctor, the OTHER doctor had finished the autopsy and gone to lunch. She looked down at Jane, lying on the slab, and couldn't help herself. She reached out a hand and moved a stray piece of hair away from Jane's cold face.
"I miss you Jane." She had said, trying to hold in the tears.
Within their apartment Maura kept expecting the door to open and for Jane to come bustling in, Doggy treats and strawberries in one han
Jane breathed in. The crisp morning air hitting her lungs. It was time for her morning run and she was strangely nervous. It might have something to do with the fact a certain someone was joining her today.
"Jane!" The enthusiastic call echoed across the deserted early morning street. Jane turned around to see a practically glowing Maura Isles jog across the street. A smile broke out on to the detective's face as her friend reached in front of her. "Are you ready? I am highly excited for our early morning run! Running is both beneficial for heath and therefore happiness!"
Jane chuckles, her worries forgotten. "Well shall we get going? I
/This is not how I wanted to spend my Birthday/ Myka Bering thought as she raced down the street, Tesla in hand, Pete following just behind her. Her hair flew behind her as she rounded the corner, skidding on the pavement. The man they were chasing dove into a crowded shop, and out a back door. Myka pushed past a couple, nearly knocking them over.
"Sorry!" She shouted over her shoulder, watching Pete dodge them and continue behind her. She huffed as she pushed the door open into the alley way. Looking down to the left she saw nothing, and just as she turned right, a fist came up and she was knocked to the ground. She leaned back on her hand
For Who I am part 2of2 of the series by ADACabot4ever, literature
Literature
For Who I am part 2of2 of the series
"Well that's the quickest I ever seen my mother end a dinner party!" Jane said, trying not to laugh as she stood in the night air with Maura by her side. Maura wrapped her arms around herself as the cool breeze blew. Jane took her jacket off and put it over Maura's shoulders. She snuggled into the warm material and smiled.
"Thanks." She said softly. Jane looked down at her girlfriend. "Are you okay?" She asked, concerned. Maura looked down and nodded. "I'm still not sure how to take your mother's reaction." Jane bit her lip. "We haven't really gotten to that part yet." Maura looked up, her eyes filled with puzzlement. "What do you mean?" S
The last thing she saw was Helena disappearing in a blaze of light. The Warehouse disintegrated in front of her eyes. She watched in shock as her whole world shattered around her. When the chaos subsided and the dust began to settle the shield that Helena had manipulated lowered and Myka, Pete and Artie were able to walk amongst the wreckage.
Back at Leena's, Claudia and Leena started to clean up after the explosion, they had heard from a shaky Myka who had explained the jist of the situation, she hadn't let them know that H.G had died in the explosion. They were on their way and they would fill them in about everything in person. Claudia to
A Rizzoli and Isles Christmas by ADACabot4ever, literature
Literature
A Rizzoli and Isles Christmas
Snow was falling lightly, it was a crisp morning, the sun was shining. It was one of the most pleasant days Maura had experienced this month. It was the beginning of December and they hadn't seen any snow until today. Maura had taken the afternoon to go Christmas shopping at all her favourite places in Boston. She smiled to herself, watching her breath manifest in front of her in a spiral. She loved days like this, the leaves were bare and yes it was chilly, but it was a magical time of year. Christmas was just around the corner and there was something in the air. As cliché as she knew it was, there was something about this time of year
It was exactly a year ago today that Helena had returned to them, along with the Warehouse, and Mrs. Fredrick. Unfortunately Jinx was not one of the people brought back to the Warehouse agents, Claudia had seen the malice of the metronome, after a great deal of tumultuous thoughts and actions on her part. Artie had finally convinced her that although a tragedy, Jinx's death was something that could not be changed, and that he had served them well, and had saved the world from the hatred and evil that Sykes would have unleashed on them.
Myka was sitting in her room, reading one of her favourite books, and listening to the record player Helen