No words came out of her throat as she ran. Wild manes, labored breath... a wayward dead on her heels. She ran and fell, stood up again and ran...
She walked past him, never said a word. Her eyes went wild, didn't focus...and then she ran, leaving her high heels behind in the gravel and mud, as the streets opened their gates of tarmac. She ran and fell, stood up again and ran...
They met in a alley, were it smelled like piss and decomposing rats. One look it took, one look was enough.
"Maura Dorthea isles, the new chief examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts." the barefooted woman said.
They stared at each other...waiting, not judging.
"Jane Clementine Rizzoli, Victor 825 I'm gonna be the new Homicide Detective of the Boston police department."
The honey-blonde smiled at the Detective, "Hi, Detective Jane Clementine Rizzoli."
The dark haired woman gave a lopsided smile, "Nice to meet you, Doctor Isles, but aren't we suppose to meet in the division one cafe, you know...for the first of many times!?"
"Does it matter?" The honey-blonde doctor said smiling.
"Nah,not really," the Detective answered, "and you know what..." The Detective smiled back.
The honey-blonde doctor shook her head lightly, "No.." she said simply.
"We can spare us a lot of heartaches and foolish conversations and so called 'Sleepovers' if we just hook up right now!"
That was more a statement than a question, so the Doctor reached out to the Detective and said,"Your house or mine, Jane?"
"Yours, Doctor Isles..."
"Maura..."
"Pointdexter Googlemouth..."
"Ja-ane..."