What a Pair - Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Rizzoli and Isles - the credit goes to Tess Gerritsen and TNT. I'm merely borrowing them for a fan fiction idea. Please read and review. Thanks.
A/N - This is set before Charles Hoyt and before Jane and Frost are partners.
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Rizzoli and Korsak left the scene about two hours later.
"Okay, so we got a guy, probably died by knife wound, though we probably won't know for sure until next week," Jane said, sarcastically as she flipped the pages of her notebook. "He's in running clothes, shoes. Figure he's probably up there on the trails and then gets killed in a mugging gone wrong?"
Korsak gave a non-committal nod. "Sounds like a good theory."
"Brandon Gray is clean. I ran him through the system, no hits, no nothing."
Just then, Detective Darren Crowe approached Jane's desk. "Oh, look, this day just keeps getting better," Jane said, giving him a sideways glance and rolling her eyes.
Darren Crowe made Jane's skin crawl. He was smarmy, sexist, conceited and generally obnoxious all wrapped into one nauseating package. She thought he was a nice guy for all of one minute her first day in the bullpen three years ago - until he opened his mouth.
"Welcome to the bullpen, Rizzoli," Crowe said, looking down as Jane got her desk situated.
"Hey, thanks, Darren," she said, smiling.
"You know, there haven't been many female detectives, so it's nice that you're here."
She smiled proudly. "Thanks. I just can't wait to get started and I'm really looking forward to making a difference on the force."
Then he smiled, but it wasn't genuine.
"Good. Why don't you first start by making some coffee?"
Korsak overheard Crowe's comment to his newly gold-shielded partner and was about to intervene on her behalf when Jane stood up to just a shade shorter than Crowe's lanky frame and got right in his face. Crowe's smile faltered while Korsak's got wider.
"Hey, Asshole, guess what!" she said, keeping her tone even but digging her index finger into his chest with each word she spoke. "Because I don't have a dick between my legs, I had to work twice as hard as you to get here! Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, is going to disrespect me. You got that?"
By the time she was done, Jane had chest-poked Crowe right back to his desk and all eyes in the bullpen were on him.
"I don't hear anything," she prompted, folding her arms as she stood face to face with him.
"Yeah, yeah, Rizzoli. I got it," he said, putting his hands up in surrender.
"Hey, Crowe - " Korsak started, but without looking at him, Jane put up her hand to stop him from talking.
"I'm still waiting," she said.
"I apologize," Crowe said, tightly.
She nodded and headed back to her desk, while Crowe, thoroughly humiliated, walked out of the bullpen.
Korsak approached her desk and took a seat on the edge of it.
"Aw, crap, Vince, you gonna lecture me?"
He shook his head. "Not at all. Nice job, kid. He's an ass. We ain't been partners long, but I already like your style. I'm heading down to The Bean, how do you take your coffee?"
She smiled. "Cream and four sugars, please."
"Comin' right up," Korsak replied, pushing himself off her desk. "Oh, and by the way, Rizzoli, you may not have a dick, but you sure as hell have the biggest balls I've ever seen." He winked at her and patted her shoulder.
"Yeah, like I enjoy rolling over to this side of the pen," Crowe said, snapping her out of the memory. "There's another body over on one of the Chestnut Hill trails."
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Jane was more than a little irritated to see Maura Isles already kneeling down next to the dead body. "Great, she's here already? How the hell did she get here that fast, via helicopter?" Jane said, making a dramatic production of looking around for a chopper.
Korsak sighed and rolled his eyes. "Rizzoli, come on. Don't start again."
"No guarantees."
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Maura knelt down to look at the body. She wasn't even yet finished with the first autopsy report and now another body was about to lie on her slab. She'd only been on the job for a week and was still getting settled. In three years in Norwalk, as the assistant medical examiner, she'd autopsied only seventy-six bodies. She'd wanted a change of pace, wanted to be someplace with a lot more excitement. Sadly, she thought to herself, her excitement consisted of late nights working in a lab surrounded by corpses, y-incisions and medical equipment. Maura found it much easier to work with dead people - live ones scared her to death.
"Welcome to Boston, Maura Isles - two bodies in one day," she said under her breath.
She gently shifted the body of a male, likely in his mid-twenties. The body showed signs of severe bruising, blood from possibly a blunt force object. Unlike the victim from earlier in the day, she didn't see any indication of stab wounds.
"Fantastic," she said aloud to herself, spying Rizzoli walking toward her and feeling her anger start to rise yet again. She had never felt so disrespected at a crime scene as she did earlier today - not even by any male detective she'd ever worked with. It took everything she had to refrain from saying anything when the detective sauntered over, took a pair of gloves out of her pocket and knelt down across from her.
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Rizzoli watched as Maura shifted the body. Jane noted that she didn't see any stab wounds that were present on the last body. She, like Maura, noted a lot more bruising and trauma from force. Jane looked at Maura, debating whether to even ask.
Maura, as if sensing her question, stopped her with a glare. "No. You'll have to wait."
Jane exhaled, stood up and shot daggers through the doctor, for the second time in less than five hours. She turned away to survey the rest of the scene.
After combing the place for two hours, there were only a handful of people to talk to, no real clues and certainly no wallet to give them an identification. They bagged a barely-smoked cigarette that had been dropped not far from where the victim was found. Frustrated, she met back up with Korsak and they headed back to the precinct.
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"Okay, two bodies, both on running trails - we gotta get extra patrols out on some of the more popular running trails," Jane said, again sifting through her notes. "Did anyone you spoke to see anything at all?"
"Nope. Nothing."
"Hey, ya know what? This is such bullshit Korsak. We're running up a body count bigger than my bar tab at the Robber, we have no leads and as a special bonus, we have an ME with a bug up her ass about making any kind of fucking observation at the scene - and no autopsy report yet. Wonderful."
Somewhere in the distance, Jane heard a clicking sound and she noticed Korsak's eyes go wide as the "click click click" got closer. Jane slowly turned in her chair to see Maura Isles staring her down, autopsy report in hand, which she unceremoniously flopped onto her desk. Jane looked from the file thrown on her desk up to Maura Isles' hard hazel eyes.
"I can assure you, Detective Rizzoli, there is no insect inserted in my rectum," Isles said with a tight smile. "However, I can tell you that you are certainly becoming a royal pain in it." And with that, Isles spun on her heel and marched out of the bullpen.
Jane turned back to her desk, and upon seeing Korsak start to say something out of the corner of her eye, she pointed right at him.
"Not one word, Korsak. Not one word."
TBC
