"Jane, get back here! We're waiting for backup...JANE!" But he wasn't listening to Lisbon, letting them trail behind as he went around the back of the building. By the time backup came, it would be too late. He'd waited as long as he could before the first scream came from the house...
...Jackie's scream...
...in there with the man they had been hunting all week.
There were sounds of a struggle, a lamp crashing, something thrown through the window in the upstairs level as Jane leapt up the back stairs and got the door open. He ran up the stairs two at a time, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach as he heard an almost rhythmic beating sound of someone getting hit repeatedly.
The last door flew open on the scene in front of him...
The serial killer was on the floor, blood splattered everywhere. Standing over him, her shirt half torn off, was Jackie. Beating him repeatedly with a fire poker. A wild look in her eyes that Jane had never seen before but he recognized what it was. Desperation.
She kept hitting him again and again almost too afraid to stop, her clothes splashed with blood and the man on the floor unmoving and mangled. Jane came in slowly, "Jackie?"
She didn't react till he spoke and she pulled back from her hitting spree, fear in her eyes as she raised the poker at Jane with a yell...not recognizing him through the combination of exhaustion and adrenaline running through her. "NO!"
Jane managed to sidestep as she actually took a swing at him blindly. "Jackie...it's ok. He's dead, you've killed him." Jane spoke calmer than he felt, trying to get through to her. Jackie stood there, poker in hand, staring...as if her brain had to slow down to work again.
She blinked at him as if seeing him for the first time. "...Jane...?" Looking in horror down at her hands clenched around the poker, she let it slide to the floor, staring at the blood on her hands. "I...I hit him..."
"You definitely did." Jane agreed, glancing at the very dead man on the floor as he moved a step closer. The tears finally came as Jackie sank to her knees, sobbing into her hands, unable to do anything else. It was over. The police could take it from there.
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it's more from Jane's POV than I planned, hope you like though
Date: 2010-04-10 05:46 am (UTC)...Jackie's scream...
...in there with the man they had been hunting all week.
There were sounds of a struggle, a lamp crashing, something thrown through the window in the upstairs level as Jane leapt up the back stairs and got the door open. He ran up the stairs two at a time, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach as he heard an almost rhythmic beating sound of someone getting hit repeatedly.
The last door flew open on the scene in front of him...
The serial killer was on the floor, blood splattered everywhere. Standing over him, her shirt half torn off, was Jackie. Beating him repeatedly with a fire poker. A wild look in her eyes that Jane had never seen before but he recognized what it was. Desperation.
She kept hitting him again and again almost too afraid to stop, her clothes splashed with blood and the man on the floor unmoving and mangled. Jane came in slowly, "Jackie?"
She didn't react till he spoke and she pulled back from her hitting spree, fear in her eyes as she raised the poker at Jane with a yell...not recognizing him through the combination of exhaustion and adrenaline running through her. "NO!"
Jane managed to sidestep as she actually took a swing at him blindly. "Jackie...it's ok. He's dead, you've killed him." Jane spoke calmer than he felt, trying to get through to her. Jackie stood there, poker in hand, staring...as if her brain had to slow down to work again.
She blinked at him as if seeing him for the first time. "...Jane...?" Looking in horror down at her hands clenched around the poker, she let it slide to the floor, staring at the blood on her hands. "I...I hit him..."
"You definitely did." Jane agreed, glancing at the very dead man on the floor as he moved a step closer. The tears finally came as Jackie sank to her knees, sobbing into her hands, unable to do anything else. It was over. The police could take it from there.