Chapter One
STUCK
Jane's POV:
There's not enough here, there's not enough information, I'm never gonna' get this guy, he is gone. Probably on a one way trip half way roun' the world.
Billy Alan, you are a sick bastard.
I don't understand how anyone could sever a woman's head off with a saw and walk away. How did you do it? How are you sane? –Maybe you aren't, maybe you are schizophrenic-or have a mental disorder. Nope, I've already looked at that, no records, nothing, you have left nothing- no tracks for me to chase.
I should call Frost, see if he has anything.
Maura's POV:
I wonder how Jane is going with the Billy Alan case. She is working too hard, that woman. I should go see her, surprise her! But what do I wear- better wear something nice. Bass should be fine by himself for the night.
It was nearly ten at night; Jane Rizzoli was working hard on the Billy Alan case but was making no progress. Jane searched endlessly for her phone through the piles of paperwork, when suddenly she heard the buzzer at her door.
Jane curiously opened the door to find the beautifully dressed Maura Isles with perfectly curled hair.
"Jee Mau, did you stop by at a fancy restaurant?" asked Jane.
"And hello to you too, Jane," Maura stirred.
"It's pretty late, Mau, what are you doing here?"
"I just came over to see how you were doing with the case, I heard it was a tough one,"
"Well, I'm stuck,"
"Stuck? We'll that's an odd word to use."
"Stuck! Stuck! Stuck! I am Stuck!"
Jane stomped off and sat back down at her dining table, blankly looking at her papers. She was too tired to even be frustrated with the case. Jane passed the sheet with the details of Billy to Maura. Interested, Maura read it;
Billy William Alan
Last seen …..
D.O.B : 2/10/1970
Address…..
Phone …..
Comments…..
"Uhm, they're not filled in Jane," said Maura.
"Hence why I am stuck!" snapped Jane.
"No need to get snappy, Jane,"
"Well no need to state-the-obvious, Maura!"
"I came all this way to come see you, at this time of night and this is how you treat me?"
"Oh please, you sound like my mother. I don't need you!"
The room went quiet for a moment; the two women shared a hurtful glare.
Jane corrected herself and continued, "I didn't mean it like that."
"If that's how you feel then, fine, I'll go." Maura replied.
Hurt, Maura held back tears as she opened Jane's door, she couldn't believe what her friend had said to her.
Jane lied in her bed, thinking about what she had said to Maura, thinking about how hurt she must be.
Janes POV:
God, I'm such an idiot. Why did I say that? Hell, I need her more than ever right now. I need her more than anyone. I hope she speaks to me tomorrow. What can I say to make it up to her? What can I do to make it up to her- I love her? And on top of all this I have an unsolved-fucking-case….No sleep for me tonight. And DAMNIT I didn't call Frost…
Maura lied in her bed, eyes red from sobbing on her drive home. She too thought about the hurtful thing Jane had said to her.
Maura's POV:
She didn't mean it, surely. She was just so tired and frustrated- it's understandable. I did attend unexpectedly, and late. I should consult with her tomorrow; I'll ask her what I can do to help with the case. It'll be okay, I'll be okay -I mean, we're best friends.
End of Chapter 1
Okay, so I'm not a great writer but tell me if you want the second chapter because I've written it. It's called Fights, Stress and Maddie.