Before I begin, I'd like to point out that nothing belongs to me (except for the storyline).
I don't watch any of those vampire shows so if you're expecting it to be like that, this is not the fic for you.
The theme is kind of dark and is probably not appropriate for any persons under the age of 17. But knowing the fandom, y'all won't even heed my warning.
RATED M for the sexual content, blood and gore and all that jazz. READER BEWARE.
ONE
Dr. Tierney droned on and on about things that she already had extensive knowledge and experience in. The crime techs she had just acquainted herself with stood in her office with bored looks on their faces as the retired M.E now went on about his experiences back in the day. Their young faces pleaded to her with desperate gazes, urging her to get the elderly man to stop and let go of the job he was about to retire from forever.
Maura smiled apologetically at them, unable to do a thing as Dr. Tierney continued to prolong his speech. She felt pity for the man. She knew it was difficult to leave a job that had consumed so much of his life. Maura was certain she'd be the same blithering old fool when the time came. So she'd give him his moment. He deserved it at least.
About forty-five excruciating minutes later, Dr. Tierney bade them goodbye with glossy eyes and trotted over to the elevator with his chin tucked to his chest and a box of his belongings tucked to his side. Now the crime techs were all frowning as they watched the elevator doors close through the open blinds of her office window. Gloom now hung in the chilling air-conditioned room and not one of them said a word for a long time.
Taking a deep breath, Maura put on the stern expression she frequently wore when exercising authority. The crime techs straightened their backs as she spoke, "As the new M.E, it is my duty to be directing our department with utmost efficiency, aiding the Boston Police Department with whatever it is that they need." She offered a smile that eased the air slightly. "What I expect from you all is your co-operation and full effort every day. And in return," Maura squared her shoulders and looked straight into their eyes, "I won't be that bitch you'll hate working with." She was not a fan of swearing but sometimes it was necessary. She needed her new employees to understand that she was not here to fool around. She took her work rather seriously and did not tolerate anything but success.
They looked at her with uncertain faces, and then looked at each other for the briefest of moments, sharing looks of silent communication. Maura clapped her hands together and grinned widely. The crime techs jerked their heads in her direction. "Before you think of me as just that, let me remind you that all I want is for us to be the best that we can be for the sake of those who end up on our autopsy tables." Deciding to lighten up their moods she added, "On Fridays I will allow casual clothing. Every second Tuesday of the month, I always bring in goodies for everyone to snack on throughout the day. Any questions?"
When no one dared to speak, Suzie Chang stepped forward with a smile, "You drive a hard bargain. I look forward to working with you Dr. Isles." A murmur of agreement from the other crime techs
"I'm glad we've come to an understanding." She tilted her head to one side and smiled. "I look forward to working with you all as well."
A small applause came from the doorway and everyone turned to the source. Maura spotted two men in suits standing at the door clapping their hands. Maura took note of the badges clipped to their belts. She looked at her employees. "If you'll excuse us."
When the room cleared, they – what she assumed to be detectives – strode into her office. The older of the two spoke, "What a speech, Doc. Tierney's got nothing on you." He then offered a hand, "Sergeant Detective Korsak. And this here is Detective Frost."
Maura shook both their hands. "Dr. Maura Isles."
Detective Frost jabbed a thumb behind him. "We've come to escort you to the homicide department. The Lieutenant wants a quick word."
"I actually have to set up my office, if you would kindly tell him to call my –"
Frost frowned and said urgently, "I don't think you understand, Doc. It'll be our heads if we don't carry this out. The Lieutenant always means business."
"It'll only take a few moments of your time, we promise. Ten minutes tops." Korsak urged her through the door. "Shall we?"
"I don't want you two to get into trouble on my account…" Maura sighed. "Lead the way, gentlemen." She glanced at the unopened boxes full of her belongings before following the detectives to the elevator.
They stepped off on the third floor and right into the homicide department. Officers and detectives scurried about as they passed through the rows of desks and into a deserted hall with a lone door at the end of it. Maura looked around. The bustling noise disappeared and they were left with an eerie quiet. "Why is the Lieutenant's office in such a secluded area?"
"The Lieutenant prefers the ah… privacy." Frost shifted his gaze to Korsak uncomfortably. "And whatever you do, no matter what your business is, you have to request access through the intercom. She's not in her office right now but she instructed us to bring you in here by 3 o'clock. Korsak and I have some business to attend to, so you can see yourself in."
"Thank you Detectives." She paused. "Is there anything I should be aware of before I go in?"
"Just…" Frost put a hand on her shoulder, "Don't let the intimidation get to you. The Lieutenant loves to make people squirm."
"I think I can do that."
"Makes a sport of it, actually." Korsak grinned at her. "We'll see you around, Doc."
Maura looked at the name stenciled onto the glass door in bold white letters before stepping in. J. RIZZOLI, DETECTIVE LIEUTENANT. All the lights were turned off, save for the soft glow of the lamp sitting on the sleek desk. Maura felt around near the doorframe and felt no switch for the lighting. That's odd,she thought as she made her way to the long desk and sat down on the surprisingly comfortable leather guest chair and glanced around the dim room.
All across the right side of the room were bookshelves that touched the ceiling, lined with binders of various sizes and colours, all labeled alphabetically and in specific sections. Maura took note of the lounging chairs and L-shaped couch tucked in the corner of the opposite side of the room. Beside it, deep red curtains were drawn closed. She stood up, walked over to the window and ducked into the curtain and peered through the blinds. She watched officers move about on the sidewalk below for a few minutes.
"I'm quite sensitive to sunlight, so I'd prefer it if the blinds are kept closed."
The husky voice by her ear sent a shudder down her spine. Maura jumped from her spot guiltily and whirled around, crashing into a stone-cold body. She gasped feeling an icy chill seep through her clothing and onto her skin. It reminded her of all the dead bodies she had cut open on autopsy tables and of the bodies she had tucked away in morgues. "I am so sorry. I wanted to see what kind of view you had up here…" She trailed off and furrowed her brows at the dress shirt and stared at cleavage, then up a slender neck. Her embarrassment overpowered the curiosity of the unnatural body temperature as her eyes landed on the woman's face. The dark-haired woman stepped away from her with a stolid expression. Her tall statuesque figure towered before her, shadows wrapping around her strong frame emphasizing an extraordinary physique, sharp facial features were partially hidden by darkness making her look sinister. The woman's eyes seemed to gleam wildly under the dim light and Maura felt a sense of panic rise up in her chest. "L-Lieutenant Rizzoli?"
The Lieutenant grinned, showing off a pair of prominent canines. "That's correct, Dr. Isles." A gloved hand reached forward.
Maura clenched her fingers tightly against her sides. Detective Frost was not kidding when he mentioned that the Lieutenant made people squirm. The sense of fear instilled in her heart at the very moment had her glued to the spot. The woman commanded the room with such a powerful aura and Maura now understood why the Detectives were coaxing her so desperately. When the hand reached for the blinds past her head and smoothed it out, she exhaled loudly. She hadn't realized she was holding her breath.
"How about we move our chat somewhere more comfortable?" The brunette asked huskily and held out her arm, gesturing to the couches.
With shaky legs, she walked towards the couches. She knew, rather, she felt the other woman silently at her heels and when she finally sat down, her body sagged against the cushions. The Lieutenant took a seat across from her and casually leaned back and threw an arm behind the couch. Resting an ankle onto her knee, she asked in a low husk, "Can I ask for the name of such a prepossessing woman?"
Maura swallowed. Her throat felt dry and she wanted nothing more than to get the meeting over with. The physiological reaction she was having towards the woman was rather alarming. Although she felt tense and so very aware of the domineering presence, a slow whirling heat was tingling from within and was only getting stronger by the minute. "Maura." Now was not the time to act like a shy high school girl. She collected herself and sat up straight, gazing right into the Lieutenant's watchful eyes. "It's Maura."
"Maura." The low timbre accentuated the syllables of her name carefully, as if testing the feel of it on her tongue. She slowly repeated it over and over in a whisper as her dark eyes roamed up and down her body. Maura clasped her hands together firmly, suddenly feeling vulnerable and exposed under the analyzing gaze. She felt like prey under the sights of a predator and for some reason, despite the trepidation, it was oddly titillating. "It suits you."
"Thank you." Guilt swept through Maura, the strong wind reminding her that she was in a content relationship with a man who made her happy. The arousal she was experiencing was nothing compared to what she felt for her boyfriend and it honest to God scared her. Never during their relationship had he made her feel this way just by being within arm's reach. Pushing away the thoughts, Maura plastered on the smile she frequently used for interviews. "It's only fair you give me your name in return."
"Jane."
She widened her P.R smile. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Likewise." Jane brought her hands together and clapped twice. The room was instantly flooded with florescent light, casting away the shadows. Maura winced at the sudden assault on her eyes. "Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, I'd like to discuss the future of our departments." Her voice was strict and on point, doing a complete 180 from the seductive tone used just moments ago.
"What would you like to discuss, Lieutenant?" She asked as her vision adjusted to the sudden change. When the blurriness dissolved, her breath hitched in her throat when her gaze landed on the brunette. Seeing the Lieutenant in her entirety, without the darkness hiding away part of her stunning features, Maura could not help but stare in awe. Thick lashes accented dark, smoky eyes; sharp and prominent facial features were set in a permanent aloof manner, the body language displayed was relaxed yet so very imposing. Confident and poised. This was a woman who always had her way, Maura was sure of it.
It's not like you've never seen attractive women before! It was as if a beautiful villain was sitting before her, fronting as an upholder of the law. She did not look like she belonged in a building full of officers, chasing criminals guys and serving them justice. No. Jane Rizzoli looked like she belonged in the darkness enveloped in sin, committing unspeakable acts in the deepest parts of hell.
At least…that's what she looked like at first glance.
Maura mentally scolded herself for having such childish thoughts. Of course this woman was not evil. For goodness sake, a Lieutenant of the homicide division with a 94% closing rate was far from evil. What has gotten into me? This is beginning to get ridiculous.
She was pulled from her thoughts when Jane spoke, "I just want to know if the new M.E is good enough to be working alongside my department, that's all. I do not tolerate failure or errors of any sort. If your people make a mistake, it'll be on you. It will always be on you regardless of how minor it is."
The words were a low blow to her pride as a distinguished MD. Any positive thoughts she had of the woman – or all for that matter – were thrown out the window. Offended, Maura crossed her legs and leaned forward with a slight scowl. "I can assure you Lieutenant, I would not be where I am now if it weren't for my expertise."
Jane stared at her for a few seconds. "Good. Actions speak louder than words, remember that. Prove me to me that you landed this job on your own rather than with your disarming looks, Doctor." It wasn't a compliment.
Maura felt her cheeks burn with rage and embarrassment, "With all due respect, you – " She took a deep calming breath. So badly she wanted to scold the woman for acting so vile and degrading. She was never one to lose her temper. Maura was never good at confrontations and preferred to be the one with a level head during heated disputes. Being shunned all her life by her peers, she vowed to always be kind and to never let another human being get under her skin. But this woman sitting so casually in front of her was making the task rather arduous. Taking another deep breath she said calmly, "It will only be a matter of time before you change your opinion."
She smirked, "Show me the brains with that beauty, Dr. Isles. It was nice chatting with you."
Well I never! Maura reached into her lab coat pocket, glared at the woman and non-too gently placed her business card onto the glass coffee table. "If you ever need me outside of work hours, here's my number." Without a glance behind her shoulder she stomped out of the room.
When the door to her office shut, Jane leaned back into her seat and ran a hand through her hair listening to the muffled sound of angry heels fading away. A slow bubbling laugh erupted from her chest. "I don't think I've had that much fun toying with a human's emotions in centuries." She picked up the business card and stared at it thoughtfully. "Maura Isles, you sure are something."
The woman's expensive perfume lingered in the air and she breathed in deeply. When the porcelain skin flushed red in anger and embarrassment, Jane could practically smell the blood pulsing deliciously in her neck. In her lifetime, she had taken many handsome men and beautiful women to bed, having a taste of their finest blood during climax. They were all willing to give up their bodies to her in the blink of an eye, never putting up a fight, always listening to what she wanted. One taste of power and they all ended up putty in her hands. Even when she whipped and degraded them mercilessly, they took it in silence in exchange for the immense pleasure she offered.
What she commanded, they followed. What she wanted, they gave. No questions, no protest, no nothing. And that is why she perceived all humans to be weak. That is why she felt that they were below her. Being born as a vampire of an ancient family, she was raised to believe that the human race was unworthy to walk the same soil as they. The wars, the debts, the poverty, the violence, the cowardice – they did everything to foolishly destroy themselves.
Bringing the business card to her lips, Jane growled. The first human to ever talk back to her in such a way was the beautiful blonde Medical Examiner. Jane was aware of the initial reaction she was given. All humans were like that upon first glance.
Humans are fascinated by power and that is why they feel such strong physiological responses to vampires. Jane grunted. Pathetic.
A deep hunger gnawed at her chest and she felt her canines extend. Realizing she had not had her feeding for the day, she removed her cellular from its holster and hit the number 4 on her speed dial. "Be here in the next twenty minutes, Eve." She threw her cellphone beside her. She clapped her hands and let the darkness consume her.
As soon as Maura stepped through the homicide division doors, Detective Frost stood up from his desk with a sheepish grin. He motioned her to his desk and pulled out an extra seat. "So how did it go?" When she took a seat she frowned deeply and glared at him. Frost winced, "I take it went bad." He picked up his fourth coffee of the day and began to drink. "You weren't even in there for very long."
"A few minutes are enough! That woman is absolutely… absolutely –" Maura felt her shoulders quake with anger, " – egotistic and discourteous!" She threw up her hands in defeat. "I cannot even fathom how someone can be so insufferable! In all my years, I have never met an adult so infuriating! I can now see why you are all terrified of her. The woman is a walking devil!"
Frost held back a laugh by coughing into his cup. Although the doctor was angry, it was a rather comical sight to see and he could not help but feel a little guilty for finding it funny in the first place. It was as if she was not used to expressing so much anger. From the start he knew that the woman was poised, well mannered and polite, with a little iciness for the sake of the job. Seeing her losing that cool was definitely out of character. Adorable, even. "I'll be honest with you, Dr. Isles. You haven't seen the worst of it. So if you think that was bad, just wait until someone screws up or does something that doesn't sit well with her."
"How do you mean?"
He shuddered, "You honestly don't want to be on the receiving end of her rage. That is all I'm saying."
"Please enlighten me so that I'm prepared."
Frost sighed and set down his coffee. "When she gets mad, get ready for cover because you'll get an ear full with a whole lot of shit on the top. But when she is furious to the point that she may want to… Okay. I'll start with something easy." He looked up thoughtfully. "So one of our traffic patrol officers thought it would be funny during a BPD gathering to grab hold of the Lieutenant's behind. He was drunk. And oooh boy. Everyone winced at the look on her face when she grabbed his wrist. We all thought she was going to break it or something. Surprisingly though, she let go of it and acted like nothing happened."
"That's it?"
He shook his head. "Not quite."
"So then?" Maura knew she had to be back in her office to arrange her office, but she was curious. She wanted to know about the enigmatic Lieutenant, regardless of how vile she is.
"At one of our BPD hockey games a few weeks later, they were on opposing sides. And you know the rules. Once you get into the rink, you've given unspoken consent to give and receive injury. To a certain extent of course. So during the game, Officer Tillberg was in possession of the puck. The Lieutenant came at him so fast and checked him so hard that he broke his arm in three places before he hit the floor." He shuddered at the memory. "It was ruled an accident and as part of the game, but we all knew it was because of what he had done. He tried to sue her but got nowhere."
Maura frowned. "She would go that far to teach a lesson?"
Frost chuckled, "She is as ruthless as they come but is a damn good Lieutenant. She takes care of us too. Makes sure we get the best benefits and gives us a raise every year plus bonuses. As long as we do our jobs, we're treated well."
A sigh of resignation escaped her lips, "My opinion remains unchanged."
"I don't doubt that for a second."
They smiled at one another. Maura felt as if she and Detective Frost were going to be good friends.
Their moment was broken however when one of the detectives gave a low whistle. "Here comes Kassovitz!"
Everyone turned their attention to the main entrance of the homicide department. A blonde sashayed in clad in a tight glittering red dress and stilettos. The male officers ogled after her as she walked by and disappeared into the deserted corridor leading to the Lieutenant's office.
"Who's that?" She asked.
"Eve Kassovitz," said Frost. "She used to be in homicide way back when and quit out of the blue. Says she found a better job but comes by every now and then to see the Lieutenant."
"If you ask me, Kassovitz and the she-devil are in cahoots." Said the detective to their right. Maura glanced at the nameplate. D, CROWE.
She stared at Crowe in confusion.
"I mean come on," Crowe continued, "Why in the world would she be visiting the Lieutenant so much?"
"It's none of our business." Maura stood up and smiled at Frost. "It was nice having this chat with you, Detective. But I really must go. I have a lot of work to do."
"No problem, Doc. If you ever need anything you can come to me."
"I'll keep that in mind." With that she headed to the elevator.
Frost turned to his computer and resumed his work right away. Detective Crowe whistled, "Please tell me you're going to hit that. The new M.E is sexy, you have to admit."
"Crowe, can you do me a huge favour?" Frost stopped typing and looked at his coworker.
"Yeah, Frost?" He asked with a goofy grin.
"Shut up." Frost smiled to himself seeing the grin disappear and continued on with his paperwork.
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Didn't really edit anything but eh. I will get on with the sexy vampire stuff and explanations in the next few chapter. Cheers~