Many of you will probably hate me at first for writing this… But I just had to do it. Also, this is going to be more like Maura from the books (as in a darker version of her and her mother being a serial killer). As I said, it had to be done. Enjoy .
People do crazy things when they are in love. Or so she had heard. The craziest thing, however, was that this didn't feel crazy at all. All those people had been telling her this was what she was supposed to do –Hoyt, her mother, and many other bad guys she had helped catching, had told her she was one of them. And she never believed that. Sure, she respected them, feared them, but never approved of them. Yes, she liked dissecting people, but not because she was a sadist, but because dead people had always told her stories. Not nice stories, but sad ones that helped her find out who killed them, that helped her bringing peace to her servants. She was after all, their queen. The queen of the dead, so they called her. And now they were going to find out that the Queen had called another person to her kingdom.
Adrenaline was rushing in her veins when her scalpel made the first cut. She had never been like her colleagues. Most of them were butchers, cutting through the skin, brutally opening ribcages and all that, but she wasn't like that. She knew that she had to be delicate, to show the victims the respect they hadn't received from their killers. And now that she was on the other side, she wasn't going to change that. The skin of her victim embraced the touch of her scalpel like it was the most natural thing in the world. Maura's fingers dipped in blood and she shivered for a while. But she knew better than to be afraid. After all, blood was 83% water. Wasn't it strange? Add a little 17% of plasma and other nutriments to water and suddenly the thing that keeps us alive becomes something terrifying, scary, anything but tasty or appealing. But not for the Queen of the Dead. This was just an offering from her victim, and she relished the way the blood went down on her hands, as if it was washing all her sins away. The tricky part was, she didn't have too many sins. Sure, there was this thing she was doing at the moment, but that wasn't a sin. It was something that had to be done. They had spent many nights convincing her of that, and she knew that they were right.
With a sigh, Maura made a V-cut on her victim, just like the ones she did almost daily in the autopsy lab. Just like the fashionable clothes she was wearing, the human body was a work of art. A work of art that needed to be cherished, admired and most of all, exposed. But she was going to get to the exposed part later. For now, this was just a little chat between a Queen and her future servant, a date more intimate that she had ever imagined. It was like a job interview, but nothing of the stiffness that this kind of meeting would normally mean. Do you want to be my servant? Do you want to help me get to her? Do you want to make me happy? Yes, her victim did. Even if she was unable to talk, Maura knew that a good queen knows what her servants think even when they don't speak.
But this wasn't enough, and she knew it. Any serial killer had a signature and a style. Maura was at the beginning and she didn't have any of these. She always knew she had to use her scalpel as a murder weapon, for so many reasons, but what was going to be her next step? Her first idea was to implant the scalpel in the palm of her victim, but she couldn't do that. Serial killers don't cheat off each other. Besides, Jane was the only one who was worthy of such marks. It was her who Maura wanted; it was her who haunted Maura's dreams. Of course, this didn't have to matter at the moment, but there was going to be a time when this would be the only thing that would matter. She and Jane had shared a bond that was a lot stronger than friendship or even love. And if Maura was to be honest with her, this was the only thing that got her into this. She did this for Jane, for protecting her and for showing her that she loves her more than anything on this planet. It was ironic in a way. She had always thought of herself as a lonely queen, the type who would never seriously fall for anyone. But when Jane showed up she realized that the Queen of the Dead needed a king. And granted, Jane wasn't exactly a king, but she was the closest thing to this that Maura ever had. This was the very thing that made this craziness seem so logical and normal. Do you want to take me, Jane? Maura thought as she carved five letters on her victim's skin, two on the right palm and the other three on the left. Yes, yes you do. Maura smiled when the work was finished. Now Jane was going to know that it was her. Alea jacta est. The dice has been cast. A phrase that Julius Caesar had said on the 10th of January BC as he led his army across the River Rubicon in Northern Italy. Maura couldn't help giggling. She was going google mouth even when Jane wasn't there to hear her. Oh well. Jane was now going to know exactly who did it. And she was going to come for her and try to stop her. And that was exactly what Maura wanted. Sending another smile to her new servant, Maura wiped her hands of the blood and threw a last look at her first crime scene. It had all gone a lot better than she had expected. Great. Come for me Jane. Maura whispered as she closed the door with a small sound. No need to disturb the dead. The letters that she had carved on her victim still shined from the blood inside them. LLBFFs. Until death was going to do them part. This was the only thing that mattered.