The man laid twisted and crooked. His neck had been eaten by heat, his face was covered in blood. His right leg was twisted the wrong way, his back was arched from the awkward way he fell. A woman had found him, she was in hysterics and the dodgy part of town. A professional had been called in. As Detective Jane Rizzoli of the supernatural homicide department of Boston police.
Dr. Maura Isles, walked closely behind the Detective. Maura got into it as soon as she could. She set up her tools. Frankie Rizzoli was working on this case. Jane had made a deal, he would intern with her for this one case and he would learn the ropes and he would help and see how he liked it. He was third on the scene and he looked at the mangled body, he swallowed as the stench of decomposing charred flesh reached his nostrils and took up every nook and cranny of the cramped ally. This was the second death like this, meaning it was the same person. Frankie knelt and rifled through the victims pockets. He picked out a wallet and his mobile phone. He opened it and received a drivers licence.
"Our victims name is, Ollie Ponner" Frankie showed Jane the small plastic card. He opened up another leaflet. It was the same leaflet they found on the last victim. He was still unnamed, he had no identification on him. The leaflet was for a club, called 'the flame'. Fitting? Frankie sighed as he looked at the remains. Frost and Korsak arrived on the scene.
Detective Jane Rizzoli had long brunette hair that fell to mid back. She had beautiful brown eyes that could pierce your very soul if she looked hard enough. She had elegant eyebrows and a swift feminine nose that complemented her high cheek bones. Overall she looked very beautiful. Even in her manly clothes she still pulled off a highly tough, confident and sexy exterior. Maura however, was one to express her femininity, her hair fell in waves to just the top of her breasts, in a light wood brown. Her hair highlighted her eyes. Which in the light turned green in the dark were a soft smiling brown. She dressed fashionably, which would lead you to a false sense of security that she had social awareness. Apart from Jane, Frost and Korsak she lacked many close friends.
"The owner of that club, belongs to a miss Alexander Lovandy" Frost read from the notes he made earlier when he investigated the club. Frankie's head shot up as he looked up at Frost. Jane caught his alarm. She walked over to her brother.
"Do you know her?" She asked softly. Frankie swallowed as his old feelings came back. He nodded.
"She's Sarah's best friend" Frankie swallowed and looked down. He thought of his past lover Sarah. She had the most glorious ginger hair that glittered in the sun. she had the deepest bluest crystal eyes, that were soft and caring. She had the best sense of humour and was always sarcastic, she had the prettiest laugh. She had soft features that led Frankie to believe that she was the most beautifulest thing in the entire universe. He still loved her. She still loved him. They normally caught up every month, but the past few months he couldn't get a hold of her. Her parents died, when she was fourteen and Frankie had been there to look after her. She had needed him and he wouldn't leave her.
Sarah and her parents had been family friends. Their parents being best friends since school. Sarah and Frankie being best friends since they were both in diapers. Frankie was only a couple of months older than Sarah so they had always been playmates. He pulled out his phone and dialled. Alex, picked up on the second ring.
"Frankie! Long time no speak" he was writing everything down so he wouldn't miss anything.
"Alex" He greeted. Jane was watching him intently. Suddenly dreading her decision to bring him in on this investigation. "are you the owner of 'the flame' Alex, this is important" he thought of his friend. Se laughed on the other end.
"so you got your detective badge? Sarah said you were going in for it" the casual mention of Sarah drew him in. he couldn't help it.
"Have you spoken to Sarah recently? I can't get a hold of her" Jane shot him a look and he shook him self out of his reverie of his love. "I mean, are you the owner of 'the flame'?" he demanded. She sighed.
"Well, on the lease papers, yes. But-" Alex was cut off by noise behind her.
"Where are you?" Frankie asked confused.
"I'm in new York, setting up another club. I have quite the chain set up. Sarah runs the club in Boston near you" Alex informed. Now Frankie was really confused.
"but, she's a forensic scientist" Maura looked up. She was pretty much the same as Maura. However Frankie truly would believe that she was the best forensic scientist in the states.
"Well, there was some trouble. Sarah needed money. So, I gave her partnership of my club and now she has a place to live and money to actually be able to eat" Alex sighed. "she's missed you" Alex almost whispered.
"Thanks Alex" He flipped his phone shut. Maura had the body moved to her lab at Boston Headquarters. Jane, and Korsak got ready to go and talk to her. Frankie got ready to go too. Jane put her hand on his arm.
"Maybe, you should sit this out after all" She suggested he shrugged her off.
"Of course not" He smiled encouragingly at her. To make her think he was fine. When in all seriousness, he was shocked that his best friend ever could be mixed up in all of this. He got into the back of Korsaks car as Jane got in the front. "Alex said, that Sarah had run into some trouble and she had to set up with a job and a place to live" Frankie told the more experienced officers. It took them about ten minutes of stony silence to get to the club. When they finally turned up, it seemed fairly new but looked like it was doing well. Apparently it was the hot new place to dance and drink. It certainly looked like Sarah was doing well.
Frankie got out of the car. He looked up at the building, he had to shield his face from the sun. Jane got out, and patted Frankie comfortingly. He looked over and he smiled at his older sister. She grinned and got her badge out. They walked to the door, they banged against it. There was a frustrated sigh from the other side.
"Lee, get the door. If its them for goodness sake. Boss does not need this" A gruff voice bellowed it sounded like he was struggling with something. The door opened slightly. A small athletic man peered at them. Korsak had his gun out just in case. Jane shoved her badge in the little man's face.
"Police let us through" she commanded. We heard a curse.
"Shit. Yo, snake. It's the fucking police" we heard Lee hiss.
"Mind your language" Jane said, as she shoved the door open against the unsuspecting fool. The scene in front of all three cops surprised each of them.
"Tommy?" Jane asked. A tall burly man, with muscles that could rival a gorilla was holding Tommy back. Tommy was Frankie and Jane's brother, he was tall and muscular. He had gorgeous to die for blue eyes that could make any female melt. He had a strong jaw and chiselled features. He had soft brown locks that just screamed sex. The tall man that had been assumed as Snake, but by the huge python that was tattooed across his huge bicep.
"what in this world are you doing here?" Jane demanded. Tommy sighed.
"I was tying up a few loose ends and it brought me here" Tommy finally said, he was still struggling against Snake. He caught Jane's questioning looks. "my friend fostered a kid, he went missing a couple of days ago. He said that the owner knows something" Tommy finally said.
"we need to speak to Sarah" Jane said to snake.
"she's not taking visitors" He grumbled gruffly. A woman who matched Sarah's description, walked in unnoticed she'd been there as while and had listened to what Tommy had to say. She hadn't yet looked at Frankie knowing she would succumb to her feelings for him. She was wearing a long sleeved cotton tee that barely showed her tiny baby bump. She wore short shorts, that showed off her creamy legs.
"It's okay snake, let him go" everyone spun at her voice and snake let his victim go. She caught sight of Frankie. The very man she was deeply in love with. His short sexy hair. He gorgeous, deep brown pools of eyes that she could get lost in frequently. His lean and muscular form, turned her on even though she's not meant to see Frankie that way. She smiled slightly at him. Tommy gasped.
"Sarah?" he looked back at Frankie. "you own this joint?" sarah shrugged.
"Kinda" he looked away, he frowned.
"This is confusing" Frankie was in his Policeman uniform. His blue shirt, with his badge and the Boston police sign. He was wearing a black tie and a radio clipped to his collar.
"You moved on quick" Tommy said, motioning to her stomach. She looked down at her baby bump. She looked back up and caught Frankie's eye. He looked away angry. She sighed.
"What can I do for all of you? I have things to do" Sarah asked.
"do you know an Ollie Ponner?" Korsak asked. Sarah moved herself to sit down. She and Frankie both knew she had a rare spine disorder. Sarah looked thoughtful for a couple of seconds.
"His name sounds familiar, I think he was in here a couple of weeks ago- with his friend um… Snake what was his name?" she asked, her bouncer.
"Eric Small" his gruff voice informed. She smiled at him.
"Yeah, that's it. They were starting fights in here and so Lee and Snake had to talk to them." Sarah told them, she looked back up at them. "why?" they all looked down at her.
"Ollie Ponner was found dead early this morning, and another body with the same injuries was also found dead…" Jane said, as she let Korsak pull some pictures out.
"Is this Eric Small?" Korsak asked. Sarah looked at the thirty year old male. She nodded then looked up at snake for his approval. He gave a tight nod.
"Yes" Sarah sat back in the club booth. "is that all? I have a lot to do, before tonight" she looked up. Tommy stood forward. He put a picture of a ten year old boy on the table.
"a couple of days ago, this little boy was kidnapped. His last name is the same as yours. Any connection?" Sarah leaned forward and looked at the little boy she knew soo much about. She shook her head no. Frankie saw the hesitation. He knew she was lying. He was angry that she was pregnant with another mans baby. She had been his first and he had been hers. They shared so much with each other.