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''They found you beating on her Jane, beating on Dr Isles! Why... why in the world?!''
''I don't... I don't know, it felt like a dream, it wasn't me in that body, wasn't me controlling those hands. I didn't know anything, didn't know who I was or what I was doing... I was in so much pain and only thing I knew was that this woman was the one person in the world I feared the most.''
There's a gang war raging in Boston and a new street drug, Demon's Touch, is claiming more lives every day. Can Jane and Maura put a stop to this or will it put a stop to them?
Authors note
So, this is my first clear thought-fanfic on Rizzoli and Isles. I've been following the show up until now and it has never dissapointed me. It's one of my favourite series out there and I think it deserves another story for it. I'm open to suggestions about how this is going to unfold but I do have some basic things planned.
I do not own these characters, I am only taking them out to play. Enjoy and please review or message
LK
Demon's touch
''What do you think, Maur?'' Jane asked, leaning over the body on the autopsy table, maybe a little too close to Maura.
The honey blond sighed, before turning her head to the side to steal a glance at Jane. She knew Jane couldn't help herself sometimes, like a small child she would be impulsive and she would hover all over her, asking questions throughout the whole autopsy. They were comfortable together and Jane's touch put her at ease when she was fretting but it was always odd. Maura came from a family where physical contact was encouraged only in its formal and appropriate forms. Not that it wasn't more than welcome, just sometimes... surprising. Jane might claim she was not a hugger yet she sometimes seemed unaware that it wasn't typical to press on someone's back and she would often reach during a conversation and place a hand on Maura's shoulder, allowing its weight to spread warmth that reached deep inside the Doctor. Maybe the Queen of the Dead was getting soft.
''Young female...'' She started, resting her gloved hands against the cool metal.
''I could have guessed.'' Jane cut in, gesturing at the naked body on the slab. Maura frowned at her and Jane held up her hands as a peace offering. ''Go on.''
''Hispanic.'' Maura added. Jane could have cut in to add that she could have figured that out for herself but it was Maura holding the scalpel and she thought better about it.
The Doctor run her fingers over the flesh, pale in death, over the dark bruises on the womans breasts and stomach. She paused, looking down at her thighs to find the tell tale signs of another type of abuse. Jane nodded, her eyes locking on the same pattern, deep dark bruises shaped like fingers.
''Suzie is running the rape kit through the system.'' Maura said gently.
Jane turned away as her scalpel came in contact with the girl's skin. Her face was empty and Maura resisted once again to ask her if it still bothered her, that first contact of metal on skin. She rubbed her palms without realising it and this time the ME looked up to her, their eyes meeting. Jane stopped, almost jumping as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn't have. Her hands dropped to her sides, clenched in fists.
''Is something the matter?'' Maura asked gently, careful to look away and give Jane the space she needed to answer.
''It's just hard when they're so young.'' The Detective said, before her beeper went off and she nodded before walking out of the morgue to answer.
Jane walked inside Cavanaugh's office, hands on her hips.
''What's up?'' She asked.
''What are you working on Rizzoli?'' He asked her, pulling a manilla envelope.
''Jane Doe came in a couple of hours ago.'' She said, unsure whether to sit down or remain standing. To her knowledge she had done nothing that would earn her a visit to the Lieutenant's office but one could never be sure.
''I remember the discussion we had a few weeks ago, about how useful it would be to have a specialised K-9 unit on hand.'' He said. He pulled a few photographs out of the manila envelope, belonging to three black and three Latino men. Jane cocked an eyebrow at him.
''What is this?''
''These three men are known members of the LBs, the Latin Beasts, they're the largest Latino gang in the area. They were killed this morning.'' He pointed at the rest of the photographs. ''These are members of the Black Hearts, an African-American gang. They were killed about...'' he looked down at his watch. ''Two hours ago.''
''Gang retaliation?'' Jane asked.
''Gang war.'' Cavanaugh said solemnly. ''We've received an extra emergency budget to start organising our K-9s, mostly gun and drug dogs. As we speak Homicide and Narcotics are organising an all out strike on both of the gangs, to stop this war from escalating.''
''If they're busy with us busting every crack house then they can't kill each other off.'' Jane nodded, sitting down after all.
''We're putting together a new team with members from both Homicide and Narcotics. I want you to oversee things from our side.''
''Why me?'' Jane asked, excited but weirded out all the same. ''Why not Korsak, he's got way more years of experience.''
''I need someone fit to do a lot of field work and you've been on Narcotics for a couple of years. Vince suggested we choose you, actually.''
Jane sat quiet for a few minutes then nodded. ''Okay. What's the plan?''
''Keep working with Dr Isles on the Jane Doe case. I'll keep you up to date as to when the K-9s will be arrived, probably early tomorrow. In the meanwhile wait for a phone call from the Narcotics lead. Frost and Korsak where in the LB's crime scene, take a look at their notes, then head down to the morgue and see whats going on with the Black Hearts autopsy.'' He rose from his seat and handed her the photos. ''I want those men identified and I want their killers in custody, ASAP.''