Fog
Deanlu
Rizzoli and Isles are the property of TNT and Tess Gerritson. I am just borrowing them for fun. Um I have a niggling in my brain, but need to see where it leads. Please review. Really need your input for this one.
The fog was thick as it swirled around the Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge. Jane Rizzoli stepped out of her car taking a slow deep breath for a moment. The scene on the bridge was so surreal in nature. The white fog in the early morning hours gave only half a mile visibility. The police lights reflected off the moisture soaked road making one feel like they were walking to their doom. Maybe she was in the end. The damp, cold leeched into her rough exterior. "Jane, you have to check for us. We have to be sure." Jane nodded at Frost's sympathetic words. Jane walked along the bridge slipping in places just as the car must have as it drove along. Jane stopped before the stretcher where a body had been covered. Frost stood next to her gripping her shoulder. She nodded to the attendant who slowly unzipped the bag. Jane stared down into blood spattered blond hair, jagged cuts marred the face, and contusions wrapped around the neck of the woman.
"No, it's not Maura." Jane now closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Leon, pull the zipped down more please. I need to see her left hand." Leon, the attendant nodded. He pulled the hand from inside the body bag. No ring had ever been on this hand. "I don't know who this is, but I know it's not Maura." Frost nodded to Leon as the body bag was zipped back up and then rolled away on the gurney. "Why did they think it was Maura?" Frost pointed to the car. Jane walked up to the car examining it carefully. It looked like her wife's car, it even had her wife's license plate affixed to it, but looking inside Jane noticed little differences. Jane turned and pulled her phone from her pocket. She immediately dialed Maura's number. It rang three times and picked up on message, "You have reached Maura Rizzoli-Isles. I am unavailable right now, but if you leave your name and a short number I will get back to you."
Jane took a deep breath, "Baby, call me right away. It's an emergency. I know I have called several times but please Maura call me back. Whatever you do, do not leave the precinct." Jane hung up and then rang her mother.
"Hey Jane, what can I do for you?" Angela Rizzoli's voice asked.
"Mom, I need you to go to the morgue and see if Maura is down there. Mom, this is really important. Please go right away and then call me back." Jane was desperate now. That bad feeling like ants crawling over her skin was very strong.
"Okay, honey. Frankie's here I will take him with me. Call you right back." Angela hung up as Jane turned looking up toward the top of the bridge.
"Detective, we need you to see something." Jane walked over to the officer. "We found this on the roadway here. There is more of it under the wheel area of the car." Jane took a hold of the plastic device with gloved hands. A faint aroma arose from it. She bent down taking a gentle whiff. The smell was very familiar she just couldn't place it.
"Detective, you need to see this." Jane rose from where she had knelt and walked over to the tow truck driver. He had been hooking up the car when an envelope fell onto the ground. Jane picked it up with gloves. The front of the envelope was addressed to her:
Please deliver to one Detective Jane Rizzoli
Jane handed it to Frost, and grabbed the incoming call on her phone.
"Janie, its mom. Maura is right here." Jane felt all the air whoosh out of her.
"Mom is Frankie still there?" Jane asked as she watched Frost open the envelope.
"Yes, wh..." Jane interrupted her mother.
"Put him on now." The next voice Jane heard was her brothers.
"Jane?" Jane didn't give him a chance to respond.
"Whatever you do Frankie, do not leave Maura for a second, not even for her to go to the bathroom. Do you understand me?" Jane yelled as the letter unfolded before her.
"Yes Jane, but why?" Jane read the letter and began to shake.
"Peter is back."
Did you enjoy the present Jane? She looks so much like Doctor Isles. Did you think she was really dead Jane? I hope so, because I plan on killing her very soon. Then you will be all mine.
Peter
Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge