So, I've had this storyline in my head for a long time, but every time I tried to write it down I forgot everything. I don't have a lot planned out (especially the whole murder thingy), so it is sort of a 'we'll see where it goes' story.
The characters don't belong to me (unfortunately), but the spelling mistakes do.
I hope you'll enjoy it.
One bright red 5 inch heel lay on top of the couch, the other on the floor right next to it. A pair of black work boots with a 2 inch heel lay scattered in the doorway to the bedroom, next to two pairs of jeans, a scattered blazer, a purple t-shirt and a beautiful yet expensive Burberry dress. And blood. Lots and lots of blood, that came out the two half naked female bodies lying on the hotel bed.
Two other women stood on either side of the bed, looking over the bloody scene.
"Our first Jane Doe has multiple stab wounds to the sternum and between the ribs. The second Jane Doe has a wide cut from the lower back to the left scapula of approximately three inches deep." Doctor Maura Isles stated after carefully measuring the length of the wide cut. "Seen the amount of blood, I would conclude that our victims bled out."
"Hm, yeah." Detective Rizzoli observed the scene carefully, her brows knit together in deep thought. "Did it take long?"
Maura looked from her best friend back to the bodies. "Hard to conclude so soon, I need to do an autopsy before I can give you your answer."
Jane's head dropped down. "Right, no guessing." She sighed. She stood back up again, looking at the multiple puddles of blood. "Frost!" She yelled. "How many liters of blood do you think is on the scene?"
The junior detective entered the room, careful not to look at the dead bodies on the bed. He checked the puddles of blood and his hand immediately flew to his mouth. "Oh god," he mumbled. "Uuh, around 7 or 8 liters?"
"Yeah, looks about right, don't ya think, Maur?" The tall brunette asked.
The doctor sighed; Jane had always been an impatience person. "No guessing, detective."
"Mauraah!" Jane whined, softly stamping het foot.
Maura stood up straight, "Ja-ane." She mimicked Jane's whining voice.
The female detective rolled her eyes and mumbled, "Fine, whatever", before turning towards het junior partner. "Frost, get hotel security and find out under what name this room was booked. Then check if that name matches with one of our victims." Frost took his notes and turned to exit the room, "I'm on it!" he yelled back.
It had always been that way. Frost arrives at the scene, waits for his partner to show up, and then he just does whatever the senior detective tells him to do. It's not like the things he needed to do for her were those humiliating 'newby' tasks. No, they were partners, and she was a professional… sometimes.
As Maura looked back towards Jane, she saw that she was still looking at the door where Frost left a few seconds ago, a thoughtful look upon her face. Still thinking about the murder, the detective turned back towards the bodies. She looked up towards her best friends who watching her, making the thoughts about the bodies fly out of her mind. "What?" she asked with a confused look.
The doctor raised one eyebrow and kept looking at the brunette.
Jane looked down at her shirt, checking and double checking if there weren't any ketchup stains left from her lunch. After concluding that there were indeed no stains on her shirt she looked back up to Maura who still had the same look on her face.
"Whaat?!" The brunette asked again impatiently.
The doctor rolled her eyes and grabbed her M.E. bag, "You really like bossing him around, don't you?"
The brunette rolled her eyes dramatically and puffed with a small, unconcealable smile playing on her lips, "Whaaat? No I don't!"
Maura pursed her lips and glared at the detective. "You know, it's a good thing you don't get hives when you lie, otherwise you would always be covered in red itchy spots."
A loud gasp escaped Jane's lips at the same time her hand flew towards her mouth, "Maura! Did you just make a joke?"
The M.E. just rolled her eyes again and walked out of the room, the detective not far behind her. "And a good one, too!" She heard Jane's overdramatic voice follow.
"A lot of people won't put up with your abuse." She yelled back while still walking away from the crime scene.
The brunette caught up with her and opened the hotel room door for the other woman. "Yeah, well. Thank God you are not 'a lot of people', I don't know if I could handle more than one of you."
Jane closed the door after her and again had to walk faster to catch up with the blonde. "Okay, that's not true. If there was one person in my life that I could have more than one of, it would be you."
Maura halted her steps and moved her hands to her chest, "Really?" she asked with a loving smile.
The detective smiled back at the smaller woman, "Yes." She simply said.
A manicured hand reached out to hold the detective's arm, "Aahw Jane, that's.. that's really sweet."
"Bah, gross." She replied, giving Maura a little shove but not hard enough for her friend to let go of her arm. "You know I don't do sweet."
Maura hugged Jane's arm closer to her own body again. "Yes, Jane, you often do sweet. You just don't like to admit it." She said with a sweet little smile.
The brunette rolled her eyes, "Anyways, it would be terribly exhausting to have more than one of you around. Only thinking about it makes me tired."
This time it was Maura who rolled her eyes. "Hives, Jane. You should get them. That will teach you with your use of sarcasm."
Soooo… the First chapter. A little short and for that I aplogize.
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