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Kimberly Parker wasn't sure why this case felt so off, but she just had an incredibly uneasy feeling about it. She was tapping absent-mindedly on her desk and staring at her computer screen blankly. Mr. Reynold's bank account just looked too suspicious for his alibi to be as loose as it was. He had to be involved in the murder somehow. It just didn't add up to her.
"Parker. Earth to Parker. Are you with us?" Parker's partner Jane Rizzoli asked. Kim shook her head to clear her mind before she focused her eyes on her concerned looking partner. Jane was standing with her arms crossed over her chest and wearing a deep look of concern.
"Yeah, sorry. Just can't shake the feeling that Mr. Reynold isn't telling us the whole truth." Kim answered. Jane nodded.
"I was thinking the exact same thing. Why don't we pay him another visit?" Jane suggested. Kim nodded and pulled open the top drawer of her desk. She pulled out her badge and her gun. She slid the gun into the holster on her hip and clipped her badge to her belt as well. She pulled herself onto her feet and shot an encouraging smile to Jane to let her know that she was good to go. Jane shook her head in amusement and holstered her own gun.
"Korsak, are you coming?" Kim asked their Sergeant as they made for the exit of the bullpen. Korsak looked up from his computer screen and shook his head.
"I'm going to keep looking into Mr. Reynold's bank statements. I'll contact you if I find anything." He answered and looked back down at his computer. Jane and Kimberly exchanged shrugs before walking out of the bullpen together. Jane led the way down the stairs and out to the front of the Boston Police Department Headquarters where her blue Sedan was waiting. The drive over to Mr. Reynolds apartment was filled with unusual silence. Usually the two partners would rant about just about anything on the way to places. They pulled up at the side of the apartment complex so they wouldn't spook Mr. Reynolds if he looked outside his forth story apartment window. The apartment building wasn't in a great part of town but it wasn't in the slums either. It was a modest apartment for a middle-class man in a decent neighborhood.
"Alright, so just like a routine follow up. We don't want to spook him if he really is the killer." Jane instructed as they entered the apartment complex together. Kimberly nodded and fell into an easy stride next to Jane. They took the elevator up to the fourth floor and stepped out onto the floor in unison. Jane rapped lightly on the door to 4E with her knuckles and stepped back again to give Mr. Reynold space when he opened the door. The pair waited a few minutes before knocking again. Still they were met with no response.
"Well, I guess we try again later?" Kimberly suggested with a shrug. Jane nodded.
"That's all we can do." She agreed and the pair turned to leave. The elevator dinged open and Mr. Reynold stepped out with a couple of bags of groceries in his hands. He froze upon seeing Jane and Kimberly and dropped his groceries and bolted for the stairs. Jane and Kimberly shared a split-second glance that told the other exactly what to do. Kimberly took the direct pursuit of Mr. Reynold down the stairs while Jane broke down his front door to head for the fire escape to cut him off outside. Kimberly ran hard, silently thanking her mom for pushing her to run track in high school and college. She took the stairs two at a time, even downstairs. She was even amazed with herself that she didn't fall. She exited the stairwell hot on Mr. Reynold's heels and tore after him with renewed strength through the lobby. He burst out the front door of the complex and hooked a left. Kimberly took the corner easily and continued pursuit. Mr. Reynold took another sharp turn to the left and Kimberly wiped out hard as she tackled him to the ground on the turn. Thankfully Jane was right there to assist as Kimberly pushed her right knee into his back forcing him to put his hands behind his back as Jane slipped the cuffs onto Mr. Reynold's wrists.
"Well now don't you look guilty. Running just at the sight of us." Jane chuckled as she helped Mr. Reynold clumsily to his feet. Kimberly groaned and dusted herself off before pulling herself back onto her feet. "Jeez Parker, you bit the dust hard." Jane remarked as Kimberly pulled herself completely upright.
"You could say that again. My ankle is killing me." Kimberly complained and wiped the gravel off her arms. One arms was bleeding heavily from a nasty looking gash.
"Your arm looks like someone from a horror film got ahold of you. Come on, let's go back to HQ and have Maura take a look." Jane said and started pushing Mr. Reynold toward the other side of the building where the car was parked. Kimberly was trying her best not to make it obvious that she was limping as they crossed in front of the building. She couldn't hide the fact that her arm was bleeding a lot. She didn't really have anything to stop the bleeding with though. By the time Jane pushed Mr. Reynold into the back seat and closed the door Kimberly was exhausted. Jane glanced at Kimberly worriedly as they lowered themselves into their seats. "Are you going to be okay?" Jane asked Kimberly as they began the drive back to BPD.
"Once Maura stitches me up I'll be good." Kimberly assured her partner. Jane nodded.
"You should probably call in to Korsak. Let him know we're coming in with Mr. Reynold and I need his help with interrogation." Jane instructed. Kimberly nodded and pulled out her cell phone. Korsak answered after a couple of rings and Kimberly relayed the message Jane had told her to him.
"Wait, why does she need my help? Aren't you going to interrogate with her?" Korsak asked.
"No, I've got to go see Maura. I'm a little beat up." Kimberly answered. Jane rolled her eyes, a little was a bit of an understatement.
"Jeez Parker, you're worse than Rizzoli." Korsak chuckled. Kimberly rolled her eyes.
"I wasn't exactly prepared for the perp to hook such a sharp left corner." Kimberly defended. Korsak laughed over the phone lines.
"I'll be waiting in the lobby." He said and the phone line went dead. Kimberly slouched down in her seat a little. She was not looking forward to getting back to BPD. The pair arrived only a few minutes later at the front of BPD. Jane put the car in park and Kimberly clumsily got out of the car.
"Do you need help?" Kimberly asked as Jane climbed out of the car and went around to grab the backdoor handle.
"No, go ahead and get stitched up." Jane answered. Kimberly nodded and made her way clumsily up the steps into BPD. Her ankle hurt more than she wanted to admit. It was like carrying around dead weight. She avoided the glances of the other officers in the lobby and the café. She could tell they were all going to gossip to each other about her once she was out of the room. She showed her badge to the cop watching the front desk and he nodded to let her pass. She limped over to the elevator and hit the down button. Thankfully the doors slid open quickly and she stumbled very ungracefully onto the elevator. She leaned against the wall and looked down at her arm. By now the cut had caused blood to trickle down all the way to her fingers. The cut was littered with pieces of gravel as well. That was going to hurt more than she was willing to let herself think about when Maura would clean it out. There wasn't any way around it either, the cut would have to be cleaned out before it could be stitched closed. Maura was waiting for her by the elevator.
"Oh my gosh Kim. When Jane called and said you'd gotten hurt she really wasn't kidding." Maura remarked. Kimberly smiled teasingly.
"Thanks Maura, you really know how to make a girl feel special." She joked. Maura shook her head.
"You are a lot like Jane. No wonder she chose you to be her new partner." Maura remarked and helped Kimberly over to an exam table. "This is going to hurt, I have to get all the gravel out of the cut on your arm." Maura warned as Kimberly pushed herself onto the table. She nodded and held her arm out.
"Let's get this over with." She decided. Maura nodded and cleaned her tweezers with alcohol before going in to grab the first piece of gravel.
Hey guys, Jane here. This is my first attempt at a Rizzoli and Isles Fanfiction. I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. Things are about to get very interesting in the next chapter. So, stay tuned for more! I'm super excited to see where this one goes.