This is my first Rizzoli and Isles fanfic, and so I really would appreciate any reviews, I have struggled to get it to be "in character"- if you do review, please don't be afraid to be honest.
It was a cold Boston afternoon, and despite there being a crime scene- which usually guaranteed a large audience, nobody was present. It was desolate apart from the various police officers - probably due to the weather, Jane thought as she approached the scene, taking in all of the details.
"Well this is a bit creepy" Jane said, as she put on her latex gloves and crouched down in unison- referring to the scene before her. It consisted of the two dead bodies of two white, blond men. Bodies in her profession weren't that uncommon. The fact that they were evidently identical twins, even wearing the same outfit of dark blue jeans and a grey "Gap" hoody, and were both lying in the same position with indistinguishable knives driven through their chests however,was a little unusual.
"It's such as shame" Maura could be heard saying as she shook her head, referring to the fact that they were obviously so young, 20 at the most, with Frost commenting-
"I know what you mean", but from a safe distance away, not wanting to see the specifics, he wanted to keep his lunch inside , and avoid humiliating himself again.
"Kind of impressive though" Jane said, which led Maura and Frost to snap their heads up to look at her in surprise and mock horror.
"Something you'd like to share?" Frost asked jokingly, but with a hint of sincerity since Jane had been acting a bit strangely lately, and he hated to think it, but maybe Rizzoli had finally lost it.
"What?God, no, what? I just meant the fact that everything is identical- even the blood patterns, I've never seen anything like this before..." Jane said, laughing off the confusion and shaking her head- before glaring at Maura when she started talking.
"Yes,it is so identical and minimal that it is unlikely the murders happened here , and Jane we don't know its blood yet- let's stick to reddish brown stain for now" Maura said, which got sarcastic laughter from Jane, along with a funny face.
Frost also found this funny, and was just about to make a witty comment upon this but had to stop when he retched, he had accidentality looked at the bodies- and had to turn around , and grab his pained stomach in order to keep his lunch.
Jane rolled her eyes at Maura, and got a smile in return-"why don't you go and..."
"Process the rest of the scene?" Frost volunteered , so eager to vacate the area that he didn't even wait for Jane to finish her sentence. For once he was pleased the murder hadn't occurred at the same place they found the bodies as it gave him a reason to stay well away from the bodies, might make the case a little more difficult, but allowed him to retain his dignity.
"Yeah, please- if you're sure you can handle it ." Jane said, laughing at her own joke, even more so when she saw that Maura also was smiling.
"Ha ha ha" Frost said ,sarcasm thick in his tone -as he wandered off to carry out his new task, trying to ignore the two officers watching and snickering "discretely", as he took note of who they were, he walked off with his head held high, he would get his own back one day, but for now the priority was catching whoever had killed those two men.
"You shouldn't pick on him you know" Maura said quite sternly to the still chuckling Jane,as she watched Frost walk away.
"What, aw come on Maura, he's a grown man- he can take it, he'd do the same if it were the other way around!" Jane said, Maura could be more like her Ma than her friend at times.
"I guess" Maura said, a sigh signaling she was wistfully thinking of all she had missed out on being a lonely, only child- this was obviously another unspoken social rule she had never learnt ; putting that to the back of her mind for analysis later, Maura continued to work.
"At least they shouldn't be too difficult to identify, there aren't that many twins around I guess." Jane said, even beginning to believe that for once this could be an easy, open and shut case.
"Actually in the US alone there are roughly 4.5 million twin individuals- which is about 2% of the population." Maura said in a matter of fact manner while going through her inner encyclopedia for other fun twin facts to share.
"Wait 4.5 million individuals? Does that mean 2.25 million sets of twins then? Jane said, to an impressed Maura- at least that meant Jane was listening.
"Well, yes you could look at it that way I suppose, but I believe they do tend to like to be viewed as individuals, you know like they're their own people." Maura counteracted- laughing at the exasperated face of Jane.
"Can we hurry up and get the twins, oh sorry these two individual men back now, its getting cold and I'm pretty sure it's about to rain"Jane said, looking up to the sky and rubbing her hands up and down her arms to try and warm up, she was already shivering.
Maura looked on concerned, trying to work out if now was the most suitable time to bring up a topic that had been on her mind for some time, after a moment of internal conflict and deliberation, she went for it.
"Yeah, sure we don't want our evidence contaminated" Maura said- motioning to one of her assistants to get the bodies transported back to the morgue.
Before she lost her nerve, she looked around to make sure nobody was in ear shot and continued-"Are you having nightmares again Jane?"
"What?" Jane said a little more harshly than she meant, raising an eyebrow and looking at her good friend in complete and utter disbelief, not being able to believe that at a time like this, at a crime scene and completely out of the blue ,she could ask a question such as that. Subconsciously, there was also a hint of admiration, the Dr was indeed correct, but Jane was too determined to keep her current predicament private to admit that to herself.
"It's just that you seem to be showing several of the symptoms of chronic sleep deprivation,-you just mentioned sensitivity to cold, and also I have noticed much more prominent Peri-orbital puffiness than usual- in addition you-..."Maura started , thinking Jane would want to know her reasoning, hence her asking why ,before being abruptly interrupted by an impatient Detective.
"Right, OK Maura thankyou and all- but I'm fine, really I am. Also next time , when showing somebody concern or whatever the hell it is you're trying to show- it might be a good idea to refrain from using Google mouth, and can we please concentrate on those guys, it may have escaped your notice but they are DEAD, and therefore in a slightly worse predicament then me" Jane said, to a slightly put out looking Maura, but Jane's strained humorous tone showed that she was trying to lighten the mood, and most importantly change the subject. For Jane, having attention upon oneself was just strange, and made her uncomfortable. It meant somebody was closer to finding out her secret than she felt comfortable with.
"and irritability..." Maura continued, but muttering it to herself, she didn't know how to handle this- she remembered the last time Jane had seemed sleep deprived- it was because Hoyt had been after her again, even though he was dead- she couldn't help but worry that her favourite detective was in danger.
Looking at the now dejected looking Maura, Jane felt guilty- she hadn't meant to hurt her, she just didn't want her to lose all respect for her and stop being her friend, you see Jane Rizzoli feared she was going insane. She couldn't get Maura caught up in that, she couldn't get anybody involved in that.