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Chapter 1
"Glad to see Boston's Finest so hard at work." Dr Maura Isles crossed her arms and grinned as Detective Jane Rizzoli's paper basketball thumped off the side of the trash can and rolled to the floor.
"Damnit Maura! I was gonna be five for five!"
"Ha!" Frost shouted jumping from his chair and doing a rather frightening victory dance, "Pay up, Rizzoli! 10 bucks!"
Jane grumbled as she fumbled around in her messy desk drawer and pulled out a ten dollar bill, "I would have had it!" She glared at Maura but couldn't help but smile at her radiant best friend.
"Clearly, this department doesn't not have enough to do." Maura perched on the edge of Jane's desk her black Burberry skirt edged up her muscular legs revealing the classic Burberry plaid lining. Jane's eyes quickly looked at the empty white board that detailed the current homicides in the city of Boston.
"Maura, I think we have put ourselves out of a job, the criminals know how badass this department is and we've chased them all off." She propped her feet up on her desk and leaned back in her desk chair, hands folded behind her head, "I should have taken a page out of Korsak's book and just strived to be mediocre."
"Yeah," Korsak snorted, "this department was nothing until you showed up Rizzoli."
Maura pushed Jane's feet off her desk causing the detective to whip forward, "Korsak, despite your predisposition towards small fury animals and the fact that you wear the same three suits over and over again, I think you are an excellent detective."
Korsak blushed above his white beard and leaned forward, "Well, thank you Dr. Isles, coming from you that is quite a compliment."
"Jesus! Do you all need a moment alone?" Jane looked at Frost, "I think I'm gonna puke, can I borrow one of your barf bags?"
"He used them all on the last case." Korsak joked.
Jane's phone rang, temporarily ceasing the friendly banter, "Rizzoli." Maura watched as Jane's body language change immediately, her back straightened and she sat forward, "Who is calling?...Very well…no it isn't necessary but it does help validate your claim…Sir…Sir…" Jane slammed her phone on the desk, "Damnit."
"What's up?" Frost asked, "Not that I want anyone to die but I gotta find something to do…"
"Well, an anonymous gentleman caller, middle-class, white, late 20's early 30's, says that at the movie in the park this evening the revolution will begin."
"What the hell does that mean?" Korsak spun his pen between his fingers.
"What parks have movies at night?" Frost asked.
"Boston Common used to, we would go when I was a kid, I don't know if they do it anymore." Maura leaned over, her shoulder brushing Jane's. Jane tried not to breathe finding her friends scent to be intoxicating. Maura manipulated the computer with ease of a computer scientist.
"Yes, tonight they are showing Roman Holiday." Maura stood up and smiled.
Jane smiled up at her friend, "Wanna go to the movies tonight?"
"I would love to detective."
"Hey!" Korsak interjected, "I wanna go!"
"Me too!" Frost took a sip of his tepid coffee.