A/N: So I am testing the waters and writing a fic for the first time. Slightly daunting, not going to lie. Anyway, this story is kind of set as though it was another episode of the show anywhere in season two and I am attempting to write a relatively realistic way in which these two characters would end up together (so yes Rizzles is on!). Hopefully that makes sense. Reviews, opinions etc would be greatly appreciated just so that I know that I'm on track! Right and on that note have fun reading.
The pitter patter of raindrops against the window woke Jane from the first decent night's sleep she had had in weeks. Rolling over to check her clock she groaned as the glaring red numbers showing 3am taunted her. It was nights like this that Jane lay awake, looking up at her ceiling wondering how many other people were doing the exact same thing somewhere in the world. She drew back the covers and quietly slipped out of bed to try and calm her over active mind.
Pitter, patter, drip, drop. Jane made her way to the window and watched, as though she were taking an inventory of each droplet that slid down the glass pane. It wasn't as though rain was uncommon in Boston. It wasn't even as though there was anything particularly unique about this rainfall either, yet Jane continued to stand at her window, transfixed by the distorted scene of her dimly lit street below.
A muffled groan from the bed drew the brunette from her thoughts. She smiled in the direction of the lump buried under the blankets that was her best friend. Maura had turned over in her sleep and was grasping unhappily at Jane's cold empty spot. Not wanting to disturb her, Jane crawled back into bed and felt the blonde instinctively wrap her arm around her middle. It could be worse Jane mused. At least this time instead of lying staring at the ceiling above, alone and cold she had Maura there with her.
It wasn't the sound of rain that woke Jane for the second time that morning but that of the piercing shrill of her phone. Blindly grabbing at her bedside table she found the noisy device and rolled her eyes. Dispatch. After taking a mental note of the location she would be heading to she hung up but was stopped from putting the phone back down again as the display flashed showing Korsak calling.
It was at this moment that Maura extricated her head from the pillows and smiled with bleary eyes at the brunette. She had managed to make herself comfortable during the early hours of the morning. One leg was draped across Jane's and her arm remained firm across her stomach.
"Korsak?" she questioned in a whisper as though trying not to break what little peace and quiet was left. Her infectious smile made Jane grin and she nodded confirmation.
"Rizzoli... Yeah I just got the call from dispatch, you heading there now?.. Ok, no don't bother ringing her she's right ... I will just let her know ok... And Korsak, it's 6am, will you pick up a vat of coffee on your way there?"
With a small chuckle Jane hung up once more and looked at her best friend who was rubbing at her eyes.
"Crime scene, middle of downtown, Korsak rang to give us the heads up that it was the niece of Detective Davidson. Well, he was going to ring you but I figured it was easier for me to just pass it on."
"Oh god, Jane, Davidson, he was... I have just been processing evidence from his last case that is awful." The look of concern on Maura's face instantly grew into one of resolve. Jane knew that face. It was time to get ready.
6:30am. The crime scene was already a hub of activity with officers and emergency staff milling around the damp alley. The congregation was not out of curiosity it seemed, but simply a sign of support for Davidson who was leaning ashen faced against a dumpster. As Jane ducked under the yellow tape with Maura close behind she walked up to her colleague and placed a hand on his shoulder. She knew words were of no use. The man gave her a small nod and a weak smile.
"Let's go Maura."
Korsak and Frost greeted the two and began a rundown of the situation.
"Kelly Davidson, 16, she was found at approximately 5am this morning after an anonymous call was made to emergency services," Frost took a deep breath looked at Jane directly and continued, "she was found in an almost unrecognizable condition if it hadn't been for the fact that the head was left intact, well..."
The confused look he received caused Frost to signal for the two women to follow him, and lead them further down the alleyway. Avoiding bags of rubbish, discarded wooden pallets and metal scraps, Jane felt the heavy weight of death that hung in the air settle on her shoulders as they arrived at the dumpsite.
For anyone watching the four, the collective sharp intake of breath would have been comical in any other situation, but for Jane Rizzoli it took all her will power to stay upright as she surveyed the body that was Kelly Davidson. Three suitcases with their lids open sat on display, arranged in a triangle in a cleared section of the alley. What had been the limbs and torso of the young girl lay haphazardly in each case. Her head, a haunting pale hue, eyes closed and blonde hair bedraggled and matted from the filth of the alley had been carefully placed in the centre of the three cases.
Still holding her breath, Jane knelt down closer to the horrific scene in front of her. The warmth of a body at her side signalled the medical examiner had joined her.
"We can do this Jane," she spoke softly placing a hand on her best friends knee, "we can do this."