"I don't understand why we couldn't just go to the carwash," Maura stood near the garage.
"It's a beautiful day outside, Maura, just enjoy it!" Jane smiled brightly as she dunked her sponge into a warm soapy bucket of water.
"I would enjoy it better if I was sitting on the beach enjoying a Mai Tai." She stood in her fashionable summer dress, arms crossed, staring at Jane.
Jane continued to scrub her unmarked police cruiser, in her daisy dukes and black tank top, "Well you can always dream."
"Ha ha," Maura replied sarcastically.
"Can you hand me the hose?"
"You really want me to get dirty? This is a new dress," she made a pouty face.
"I'm not asking you to roll around in the dirt, Maura."
"Fine," she lifted an eyebrow to her companion before retrieving the hose. As she walked over she accidently squeezed the lever, sending water cascading down all over Jane.
"Maura!" Jane yelped, raising her arm to shield her eyes from the water.
"I'm so sorry!" Maura shifted the hose to the ground, relinquishing her hold on the lever.
"You're gunna be," Jane threw her sponge square at Maura's chest. The sponge smacked into her, splashing soap and water everywhere.
She gasped, "Jane!"
"Oops, sorry," she laughed, "it was an accident."
"So is this!" she screamed, unleashing the full fury of the hose back on Jane.
"Stop Maura! Stop!"
Maura again stopped the flow of water, this time with a big smile on her face. Jane lifted her arms to her sides, water dripping from every inch of her skin, "Thanks for the shower."
"You know, I really do think I'm enjoying the weather now."
"Oh I bet you are." Just as Jane began to think of her counter attack, her phone began to ring. "Saved by the bell," she jested at Maura. "Rizzoli."
Maura's phone sounded shortly thereafter, "Dr. Isles."
"I'll be right there," they sounded in unison.
"I guess you should change," Maura smiled at Jane.
"After I dry off my car."
A little while later, they were in the nice clean car headed to their crime scene. As they pulled up, they noticed that Korsack and Frost were nowhere to be found. "We must be the first ones here," Jane stated, as she parked.
"Well, that's highly uncommon."
"Yeah," Jane tried not to let her inner detective take over. "Let's go see what they found." They approached the crime scene, flashing their IDs to get into the apartment. "What've we got?" she asked as they approached the crime scene.
"It appears to have been some kind of ritualistic killing," the uniformed officer in charge of the crime scene responded.
"What makes you say that?"
"Just look around detective," he gestured around the room.
Maura hunched down over the body of a young blonde woman, "Jane, it appears that she bled out from all of her orifices."
"What does that mean?"
"I'm not sure yet, some sort of hemorrhage by the looks of it. We'll have to conduct an autopsy to be sure."
"Ok." She began to survey the crime scene, taking note of all the candles and ritualistic objects strewn about. It wasn't until she reached the diagram on the floor that she was more certain the killing could've been colt related. "Uh, Dr. Isles?"
"Yes, Detective?"
"Can you come take a look at this?"
Maura made her way back to her feet and walked towards her co-worker. "What is it?"
"Look at this," she pointed to a diagram painted onto the wooden floor.
"Interesting," Maura began to study the symbols. "These markings seem to be symbiotic with the black arts."
"Oh really?" Jane said sarcastically, "And how would you know, Dr. Death?"
Maura looked at Jane, disapproving of the name calling, "I worked a few cases in Atlanta when I first became a medical examiner. We came across quite a few cases that revolved around the occult and the black arts."
"Huh, and these look similar to those?"
"Yes they do. Although I don't recall seeing this combination of symbols before."
"So what does this mean?"
"I'm not sure Jane."
Jane looked beyond the doctor and towards the corpse of their young victim, "What'd she get herself into?"