Throwing this out there to see if anyone is interested. It's a short, hopefully it will wet your beak.
Maura Isles sat in her car smoking a cigarette. She watched the house where her current assignment resided. When the lights came on in the kitchen, Maura put out the cigarette in the ashtray and grabbed her binoculars. She watched her assignment as he made his dinner. "This will be the last meal he will ever have and he chose Hot Pockets," she thought to herself. When the target turned the lights off in the kitchen, he went into his living room. That's when Maura made her move. She got out of her car and approached the door of the house. She ringed the doorbell. He answered.
"Hello, Sir, I'm sorry to bother you but I have a flat tire, and my cell phone is dead. May I use your phone to call my roadside assistance?"
The man smiled. "A pretty lady such as yourself, shouldn't be stranded like this, do you want me to help you change your tire."
"I don't have a spare." Maura said with a shrug.
He let her in. Maura took a look around the house surveying her surroundings.
"May I use your bathroom?" She asked.
He nodded and gestured towards the door down the hall.
Maura entered the bathroom and went over the plan in her head. Even after fifteen years of being a hit woman, Maura needed to carefully think about each step. With a body count of eighty-one, Maura was good at what she did. No, she was exceptional, brilliant, effective and undetectable. She didn't have a signature, it would be too risky. In her younger years she thought about marking her targets in some way telling the world that the work was hers, but decided against it. She figured that vanity in this line of work was a sure fire way of getting caught and the point of being an assassin was to remain untouchable.
As Maura exited the bathroom the man pointed her in the direction of the phone then sat on the couch and watched television while he ate. Maura grabbed the phone dialed a familiar number placed the phone on the kitchen counter which was only a few feet away from her target. She quietly walked towards him approaching him from behind. In one quick motion she pulled a piano wire from her pocket and wrapped it around the man's neck pulling at the ends tightly. The struggle from the man was strong initially, but subsided after a mere couple of seconds, she was that good. When he finally expired Maura unravelled the wire from his neck and put it back in her pocket. Then she picked up the phone "It's done." She hung up and quickly left the house, got into her car and drove away.
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Maura entered her favorite bar in Southie, Franklin's Pub. She walked up to the bar and greeted the bartender."
"Hello Horace," she said with a smile.
"Hey, Maura, your usual?"
"You know me too well." She responded, as she watched Horace place a bottle of Balvenie 21 and a scotch glass with three chilled whiskey stones on the bar. She took three, hundred dollar bills from her clutch and placed them on the bar. She grabbed the bottle of scotch and the glass and made her way to the back of the pub to her favorite corner spot. As she sat down she heard her favorite Italian opera being played. She looked over at Horace and smiled in a gesture of thanks. She took out a her journal.
Maura sat at the back of the bar relaxing with her thoughts, writing, and drinking her scotch. She had been there for nearly an hour when her father walked in and sat down at the opposite side of the booth. He took out three stacks of hundred dollar bills totaling thirty thousand dollars, and handed them to his daughter who had yet to make eye contact with him. "That was a nice touch with the phone call, thank God for burner phones eh?" He stated attempting to start a conversation.
She grabbed the money from the table quickly fanning through it then put it away her coat pocket.
Without looking at her father she spoke. "You know how I like to be alone after completing an assignment, this couldn't have waited until tomorrow?"
"I came for a different reason." Paddy Doyle pulled out a manila folder and pushed it towards Maura.
Maura glanced at the folder and then shoved it back towards her father. "It's too soon, I need a break."
"You're going to want to see this." He pushed the folder towards her again this time closer than the last.
Maura finally looked at her father and narrowed her eyes, she opened the folder. "Who is she?"
"She's the one. The one who killed your brother." Paddy responded.
Maura looked at the photo of the woman. "She's a cop."
"Detective." Paddy corrected.
Maura continued to glance over the file. "This seems a little risky."
"You're telling me you're not up to it?"
"That's not what I said."
"So, you're in?"
"Yes dad, Detective Jane Rizzoli is as good as dead."
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