Disclaimer : I do not own any characters appearing on the show or in Tess Gerrtisen's book.
A/N : I'm not fluent in English so please forgive my mistakes.
"I count to three and then we go." Said a woman with a raspy voice. Her tailed up dark curls hit the man standing on the left.
"Watch out!" Came from the man's mouth.
"Gee, who am I working with?" She mumbled under a breath. "Sorry, man." She quickly added before putting up her gun. The men surrounding her mirrored her action. They were wearing black uniforms and massive bulletproof vests. She took a breath and started counting. "One." The guns were loaded. "Two." That was the last second to calm their heartbeats. "Three!" The officer standing in front of the team rammed the doors to let them enter the room. "BPD! Drop your weapon!" the woman commanded. It didn't make much impression on the man standing above a bleeding woman. He was holding a scalpel in his right hand. He didn't bother to wipe it before he put it out of her throat. "Put it down! Now!" Brunette yelled as she approached him with a gun pointed at him. Her associates got a little closer and when he finally let go of the steel tool he was pinned to the ground. A woman cuffed him and pulled his arms to make him stand.
"You got here too late." the man said with a grin. He looked at his victims. Yes, plural. The other one was a man laying a few inches behind him on the couch. His throat was sliced. The sticking tape was wrapped around his legs, arms and mouth. A policeman with a tiny mustache informed him about his rights. Two policemen grabbed his arms and they approached the door. When they were right next to the entrance, the cuffed man turned around and before the men surrounding him reacted he said still smiling "When I'll get out of my cell, I'm going to come for you.". The words were directed to the policewoman. She never treated threats like this for real. She just gave him a deathly glare and the two policemen turned him to the door and pushed him through it. One other cop followed them.
There were three cops in the room. "Nice job, detective Rizzoli." Said a middle-aged man. They were waiting for the rest of the team. It didn't take long to the technicians to appear in the manor. When brunette detective looked at the woman with a box of gloves, the smaller woman approached her without thinking. She put on the gloves and knelt beside the coffee table. There was something on the floor. It was a teacup.
"Korsak, look." she said putting up a thing she just found.
"Another teacup." he said with a worried face.
"Don't worry. We got the bastard."
Detectives directed the rest of the team. They could do anything but touch the bodies. They were still waiting for M.E. Only detectives Rizzoli, Korsak, and a two technicians were there after another hour. Suddenly they heard clicking of shoes.
"Please, not her." Said Rizzoli when a woman with honey blonde hair entered the room.
"Hello, Detective Korsak," she politely said and added with clenched teeth "Rizzoli."
"Good evening, Doc" the older detective responded. He elbowed detective Rizzoli to make her greet M.E. "Doctor Isles." she said with a sense of irony in her voice. She gave her a gaze full of contempt. Doctor approached the first victim. She was studying the wound for couple seconds and after the medical babbling, detective Rizzoli cut her off "Can you stop with this crap? We already know who the psycho-murderer was. The cuts are exactly the same as the previous ones." She was getting angry every time doctor Isles was saying something like that. She didn't like her smart talking. Not because she didn't like curiosities. She just didn't like the woman who was sharing them with her.
Doctor Isles ordered the technicians to take bodies to the morgue. She quickly said goodbye to Korsak and left the murder scene. Jane Rizzoli let out a heavy sigh and said "I'm so glad she's gone." with clenched teeth. Korsak didn't like the way she treated doctor Isles, even when it was both sided. He used to lecture her about good behavior and treating people she works with respect but nothing could get to her. He didn't understand what was the cause of the hate. She always said "She's such a bitch." and that was it. They secured the crime scene and after gathering their tools went to the police department. Rizzoli wrote a report in less than half and hour and headed home.
A home. What does it even mean to Jane Rizzoli? She doesn't like this word. She often says it's too nice. How a place where you live can be nice? The answer seems obvious but not for her. It's just a building. Most nights she spends there are where she's off of work or when the case is over. She doesn't like to spend much time there. She rents it only because she doesn't want to leave with her mother and she can't afford anything better. She's a very stubborn woman. Jane Rizzoli doesn't like when someone tells her what to do.
When she unlocked the door of her apartment, Jo Friday greeted her jumping on Jane's leg to reach the tall woman's arm. She knelt down and stroked Jo Friday's tangled curls. She pushed the door to close it and picked up her little friend. She sat down on the couch stroking her hairy belly and let out a heavy sigh. "It was a long day, Jo Friday." she murmured and fell asleep from her tiredness .
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