I DONT OWN ANYTHING!

This story is co-written with Kim!

First impression counts

Maura frowned, looking up and over her shoulder as a tall dark haird woman walked up, spouting off sarcastic comments about her attire at a crime scene. Maura's jaw tensed. She was used to be talked about behind her back, but to have this very well known detective critizing her already, just made her feel more out of place than normal.

Jane was the only woman in her division and having the old Medical Examinar replaced by a another woman, felt kind of weird to her. She didn't know how she felt about that. But what she knew was that Dr. Isles' clothes were riduculous for a crime scene. Jane's look went down to Maura's shoes. "It's a crime scene, Dr. Isles, not a catwalk." She said bluntly, though showing her some respect by calling her 'Dr. Isles'.

Maura looked at Jane up and down and slowly stood so that she gained height to the taller woman. "I don't think there is a problem with my shoes, detective," she said flatly and made a face at the other woman. Jane Rizzoli had a powerfully strong presence and Maura could feel it. It made her want to be around the woman, even if she wasn't quite sure she cared for her.

"Well if you're gonna trip and break your leg at the crime scene, while wearing those shoes, don't say I didn't warn you." Jane didn't look at Maura anymore. Her look was fixated on the victim. She just couldn't believe the new M.E.'s outfit. Jane herself, wore black slacks, a white blouse and a dark grey blazer over it. Jane didn't care if her clothes matched - she just wanted to be taken seriously. Her look went back to Maura for a moment. She'll probably never get along with her...a Barbie Doll. „Anything you can tell me about the COD already?" The brunette woman wanted to know.

Maura looked from Jane to the body and back again. She cleared her throat and leveled her gaze to the hard detective. Her jaw was slightly tight as she spoke. "Puncture to the right lung, TOD at least seven hours ago. Signs of a struggle on the wrists and hands..." She said flatly and studied the detective's own attire. It was plain...plain as the woman who stood in front of her. Jane Rizzoli was beautiful and what puzzled Maura was why she dressed so manly and plain.

The brunette let a hand ran through her dark hair and listened to the Doctor talk. "Okay..." She nodded and let her eyes run over the dead body again. "How soon can you forward me the autopsy report, Dr. Isles?" Jane asked and quickly turned, as her name was being called by Korsak. She stepped away from Maura and walked over to him; talking to him for two minutes before she walked back to the Doctor. "So?" A slight impatience in her voice.

Maura's lips parted as she started to answer the detective...but the woman just walked away from her. Maura huffed and sighed, looking back to the body for a moment as Jane was talking with the other detective named Korsak. She felt sympathy for the dead and that was where her passion lied...in helping them speak when they had no voice. Jane's one word of 'so' got her attention once again. She blinked once, "It just depends on when I get to the lab and are able to start the examination. Usually a couple of hours, but again...that all depends on how much needs to be done once I get in there..." Her words were flat and without any emotion.

Jane placed one hand in her hip. "I'm leading this case, I'd appreciate it when you forward the autopsy report as soon as you got it." Jane said; her voice raspy. She slipped a hand into her blazer pocket and fished out a card; handing it to Maura. The card had all her contact information on. As she handed the card to the blonde, she eyed her again. Jane would guess from the way Maura looked, that she had choosen the wrong profession.

Maura smiled slightly and nodded, taking the card from Jane. "Right," she said lightly and turned the card over between her fingers, looking at it briefly before meeting Jane's gaze as she felt the eyes scrutnizing her once again. She cleared her throat and tilted her head. "Don't judge detective. I know my job and I do it very well," she said firmly and offered the woman a knowing smile.

You could see a sign of shock in Jane's face for a brief moment. How did Maura figure out what she was thinking? "I didn't say anything, did I?" The brunette replied, raising an eyebrow as she held the blonde's gaze. Dr. Isles seemed odd in a way but at the same time Jane was very intrigued by her.

"No," she said simply and arched an eyebrow at the detective,"You didn't, but your eyes said everything that you mouth didn't. I know," she said a little less flat before she turned to one of her staff members to give them instructions on the body before she turned back toward Jane. "It is not for attention...I just like nice things," she said right before she started to walk back toward the media on the other side of the yellow tape.

Jane looked after her; fascinated by the woman who just managed to analyze her within seconds. She had always assumed that she was hard to read but Dr. Isles didn't seem to have problems with that - Jane didn't like that at all. Jane kept standing there for a while; thinking about the new M.E. before she walked to her own car and waited for Korsak to join. As he did, she drove back to the Boston Police Department with him. Jane waited for Maura to contact her to continue with her investigation. Until now they didn't even had an ID on 'John Doe'.

Several hours later the air in the bullpen changed as Maura Isles walked in. She held a presence about her that was undeniably addicting. She offered a smile to Korsak as she passed. Korsak watched after the doctor with great interest. Maura wore the lavender dress from earlier that day, black ankle strapped heels and her white lab coat with ID badge pinned to it. She walked right up to Jane's desk and lightly dropped the file folder to it. "There you go detective...all of my findings, an ID from KODIS, and cause of death."

Jane's eyes were fixed on her computer screen as Maura entered the bullpen. She didn't notice how her colleagues suddenly turned quiet and paid full attention to the attractive doctor. The brunette shrugged together as a folder was dropped down on her desk and startled her out of her thoughts. She looked up at the Doctor for a brief moment and then opened the folder. "That was quick." Jane said, sounding surprised about this fact. She didn't know why but she felt somehow uncomfortable now in Maura's presence. Actually she knew why she felt uncomfortable in her presence - because she could obviously read her. She placed her hands in her lap and stroke with her thumb over her scar on the back of her hand. "Well thanks Doctor, I'll look through it."

"Nervous twitch," Maura said, smiling slightly as she noted Jane's hands in her lap and the thumbs stroking over the scar. "No need, I know," she said simply and pointed to the file folder. "There really wasn't much forensic evidence there once i got in. The murder weapon was very thin about three inches in width...right into the left lung. The heart was pierced..." She said and slightly sat on the edge of Jane's desk, folding her arms across her chest.

As soon as the blonde mentioned the nervous twitch, Jane stopped. She leaned back in her chair as Maura sat on the edge of her desk; trying to keep some distance between them. Jane looked up, meeting Maura's eyes, before she took the autopsy file in her hands and opened it; scanning over it. "Peter Wilson." She read the ID. "Frost, run the name through the data base and gimme an adress." Her attention was back at Maura now. "What is your guess; as for the murder weapon? Could it be some sort of screwdriver or ice pick?"

"More like hollow tubing, but I am not yet sure from where. I did find some particles around the entrance wound site. I am waiting on those results as we speak." She hopped down from Jane's desk and smiled over at her. "Coffee?" Maura Isles was friendly, soft and pleasant. She seemed to be little affected by Jane brashness or hard words. She just kept on working and talking. Jane was seeing just the edge of Maura's intelligence.

"Yeah, I take mine with sugar, no cream." Jane said, her attention now at the autopsy report as she started reading. It didn't even come to her mind at this moment, that Maua meant something completely different with 'coffee'. She wasn't used to the whole girly-thing like going to the cafeteria together and talk over a cup of steaming coffee. When she was talking about the case with Frost and Korsak, one of them usually got mugs of coffee and they discussed their findings while they kept sitting on their desks. Nothing fancy or spectacular about that.

Maura folded her arms across her chest, blinking a few times with a cute smile. "No, that means you go with me. I don't bring it to you," she said with a odd expression at the other woman. Maura at this distance didn't even smell like death. In fact, she smelled like a goddess of rich soft flowers. "Is that what you really thought, detective?" Frost snorted a silent laugh.

Jane turned her head as the M.E. talked to her; her arm supported her head that was resting upright on the table; her head tilted. The brunette woman let out a sigh and pushed herself up from her chair. She grabbed her blazer and the autopsy report; giving Frost a look as he was laughing silently. "Oh shut up, Frost." She rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. "Well, it wouldn't have killed you bringing me the coffee." Jane only said as she passed Maura to go to the cafeteria with her.

Maura's face brightened as Jane got up and then moved past her toward the door that lead out into the hall and to the cafe area. "Yes actually," with a soft laugh, following after Jane. Korsak and Frost watched the doctor as she passed them. Maura caught up with Jane outside the bullpen. "Frost didn't say anything, why did you tell him to shut up," she asked and cleared her throat. Her heels made quick, sharp steps as she walked next to the detective who took longer strides due to her longer legs. The doctor was petite, but the heels made up for several inches.

Jane glanced to her side as Maura had caught up with her, obviously having some troubles keeping up with her fancy heels. "Because Frost was about to say something and I didn't wanna hear it." The brunette said matter-of-factly and entered the café with her. There was a short queue of police officers who were craving coffee and pastry just like Jane did. „Wonderful." She mumbled under her breathe. Jane didn't really know what to say to the Doctor - her presence still made her uncomfortable and nervous but she hoped that Maura wouldn't notice. She cleared her voice. "So the murder weapon has some sort of hollow tubing, you say - some kind of needle maybe?" She guessed and took the time to dress her blazer.

"Bigger than a needle," Maura replied with a smile at Jane before feeling a few gazes in her direction. She hated the way that some of the officers stared at her...as if she were death herself. She moved subconsciously a bit closer to Jane as if she thought she could protect her from the stares. "When the tests come back I will be able to tell you what it is...definitely," she said her words less bright as they were before. Maura stepped forward in line as Jane did. She knew that all of the stares were not for her good looks necessairly, but for how creepily strange many people thought she was.

Jane could tell that Maura was uncomfortable the second they set foot into the cafeteria. She moved with the blonde to the back of the line and crossed her arms in front of her chest. The police officer in front of her didn't make a secret out of the fact that he liked how the Doctor looked like. He turned and flashed a smile at her. The brunette raised a brow. "Never seen a Medical Examinar before or what? C'mon keep moving." Jane snapped at him as the line started to move forward.

Maura looked over her shoulder at Jane and offered the woman a small smile. Most of the time Maura liked attention from men...but many of the police officers just treated her differently because they knew what she did and she was often intimidating to them because of how smart she talked. A police officer that lined up behind Jane made an under the breath comment about Jane's sexuality as she defended the medical examiner.

Jane turned around to look at the officer. Her facial expression told that Jane wasn't one to be trifled with. "Really! You know that is funny - because your sister told me the exact same thing in the shower this morning!" The brunette woman snapped before she turned around again. "See that's why I don't like getting coffee int he cafeteria." She mumbled towards Maura. "You just never know what idiots you'll meet here..."

Maura's eyes widened at Jane's comments toward the other officer. Inwardly, she was impressed. Jane was just as strong as she had heard. She cleared her throat and turned around to the officer and narrowed her eyes, gaining confidence because of Jane. "Now I know why I wouldn't even consider going out with you," she said flatly and then turned back around as her turn came up. She got her coffee, paid for it and stepped aside to allow Jane to do the same. "I like it...most of the time..." she said softly, standing a bit closer to Jane than would make her comfortable. "At least with you here," she whispered, "I don't get below the breath comments.

As she got her ordered coffee, she paid and walked over to a table and set her coffee down. "You like it most of the time? What exactly is there to like?" Jane asked as she sat down. As only woman in her division she hated it - having to put up with such comments. But they stopped with it pretty soon as she kicked their asses. Of course there was a comment every now and then but she always had a smart remark to that. Now that Maura was the 'new' one and female, she'd get all the comments.

"Just the people that I like...most of time," she said and absently took a sip of her coffee. She sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. Jane could see every curve of the woman's body in the dress tha she wore and it wasn't hard for anyone else to ignore either. Maura took the looks at her body with stride. It was the comments about her profession and her intelligence...what she did, that bothered her the most. "You are really well known around here," she finally said, sitting her cup down. "I knew who you were even before I turned around. Your presence it quite something to take in."

Of course Jane had noticed how her dress was hugging every inch of her body. The Doctor had a hell of a body but Jane was careful. She didn't wanna get caught staring - still, she had to figure out what the deal with the Doctor was. The brunette raised a brow at the comment Maura made. "My presence is quite something to take in? What is that supposed to mean?" She didn't know if she should feel insulted, but her voice had a snappy tone. "And you probably heard of me because I was the leading Detective at the 'Surgeon'-case." The momories of her case, caused Jane to take a deep breathe and she brought her hands together, stroking over her scars on her hands without really noticing it.

"Mmm yes, but that is not how I knew who you were," she said, reaching for her coffee once again and taking a longer drink this time. Her heart beat a little faster. She knew of the case that brought Jane those painful scars. The tissue there, she knew, must constantly hurt...in fact it had to with how much a person uses her hands. "I know of several muscle relaxation techniques that would help your hands..." she said before thinking. Once her words left her lips, she looked down and cleared her throat. "That is, I am sure you already know of most of them..." she added and quickly sipped her coffee. Jane Rizzoli was even intimidating to her.

As soon as Maura mentioned her hands again she stopped stroking over her scars immediatly. She reached for her coffee and drunk a long sip. "My hands are fine, I don't need any muscle relaxing techniques. I am relaxed." Jane looked at her, her eyes so dark brown that you hardly could differ the pupil from the iris. "How did you know me then if it wasn't from the 'Surgeon'-investigation?" The brunette wanted to know; fixating the blonde with her look.

"You are the only female detective of your ranking. As soon as you came on the scene...others looked. That is how i knew who you were. You are Jane Rizzoli..." she said with a endearing smile that put men at their knees to Maura. With Jane, it just made her intimidated in a strange way. Maura set her coffee down and slipped from her seat. "Just a moment," she said to Jane as she moved back over to counter and grabbed some creamer packets. Several pairs of eyes watched her every move...hungry eyes... Maura sat back down. "Don't be ashamed of those scars, detective," she said as she poured the creamer into her coffee. "They show others that you are strong enough to survive..."

Jane lifted the cup up to her lips and drunk another sip as she heard Maura talking. She coughed in surprise as she heard what Maura said. "I am not ashamed of my scars, Doctor. The scars may show to others that I was strong enough to survive - but to me they are a constant reminder that I made a mistake and didn't wait for backup. A constant reminder of my stupidity." The brunette woman said honestly and reached over to Maura, stealing her a creamer and pouring it into her own coffee.

"That may be true, but it's really not what I heard the most about. Jane you are a survivor. People look up to you more than they make under the breath comments. You were one of the reasons I came to work in Boston PD. That kind of strength you don't see often. I admire it," she said, chuckling lightly as Jane took her last creamer. She shrugged and let her.

Jane was surprised as Maura said all that. She felt flattered hearing all that but of course she didn't say that, instead she said: "Thanks, I guess." She drunk a sip from her coffee and sat there in awkward silence. She cleared her throat again. "So do you know when the lab results are there? Within the next hour? Afternoon? Gimme a time."

Maura laughed outright, delicately and blinked several times. "As soon as I get back downstairs I will check for you detective, alright?" She smiled and shook her head. "I also heard that you are impatient...that I clearly see," she huffed a small laugh and finally stood. "I should be going anyways," she said tipping the coffee toward Jane. "Thanks for the company," she said, fixed her skirt after she stood and nodded at Jane and walked off...

To Be Continued

We already finished the story so I'm gonna update quickly. What do you think of the story so far?