I have never tried to write a crime procedural so bear with me here. That being said nobody watches R&I for the crime.
Trigger warning: dead guy who has been worked over
Paddy was sitting in his back office when Red knocked on his door. "Come," he responded gruffly. She entered and closed the door plopping down on his couch. He took in her choice of clothing: tennis shoes, baggy jeans and a plain red tee. "Ah, Red what's brought you by. It's not anything serious I hope." "I hope not Paddy, for your sake." "Threats so early and hardly subtle, I thought I had taught you better."
"You misunderstand, that wasn't a threat; I can do better. My news just seems a little concerning and it seems you would be greatly affected." "Of course, always looking out for the old man's interests. What have you heard love?" "Besides your guys selling coke on my land? Two groups of yours had a shootout down at Royals. My girls got caught in the cross fire, otherwise I might have stayed out of it and asked you to take it out of my zone. As it is I don't like it when my gals get hurt and one of them is dead. You can imagine how perturbed I am. And I can imagine how this is affecting your loyalties and profits."
Father and daughter sat back observing each other, while Paddy debated internally. "Fine Red, I'll tell you this. There's a lot of wasted potential by limiting what goes through your businesses. Rourke and Niall think it's worth something and I don't care who controls it so long as I don't lose money and Rourke and Niall make it out alive." "They're just gonna bring the cops down on us with an electron microscope." She continued as she got up to leave, "I'm going to keep my holdings, Paddy." Paddy let a proud smile briefly grace his features at his daughter's retreating back.
It was Sunday morning and Jane and Maura were lounging in bed. Jane's head rested on her wife's breast as she dragged a fingertip along bare skin. She watched Maura's pale stomach tighten as she hit a sensitive spot. Muscles rippled as she fingered a scar Maura had gotten as a teenager in a car accident. She watched as the finger trailed up and ran a nail along the underside of a perfect breast and felt the body beneath her hitch a breath. Maura's nipple hardened as she swirled around it. Jane adjusted, about to latch onto that enticing nipple, when both of their cells rang.
With a sigh of disappointment they answered, "Rizzoli." "Dr. Isles." When they were both off the phone the brunette pushed herself up in a push-up motion only to flop back down with a sigh. The blonde laughed and tangled her fingers in dark hair, "hold that thought, honey. We will come back to it."
They arrived in the parking lot of a burnt out warehouse which was already filled with police cars and the coroner's van. Maura went ahead to the body while Jane found the officer in charge of the scene. "Any witnesses?" "No detective, there was no one in the immediate area when we got here and if anyone was in the warehouse, they snuck out while we were doing the initial work. Some teenager's skating around found the body." "Thanks." The detective walked over to the body, Korsak already standing by Maura's right side.
"What do we got?" "GSW to the forehead, execution style. Kids a mess; looks like someone worked him over before finishing the job." "ID?" "Yes, a Brock Niels. Age 25, he's an organ donor." "Anything else in his pockets?" asked Frankie as he walked over. "$4, a stick of gum and a girl's number, someone named Kendall written on a bar napkin from the Blue Dragon." Maura spoke without looking up, "Blue Dragon caters to heterosexual, homosexual, pansexual and bisexual clientele. Kendall isn't necessarily a woman's name." "Been frequenting lots of bars, Maur?" teased Jane with a raised eyebrow. "Not recently, no."
The detectives spread out to canvass the scene leaving Dr. Isles in peace. "Pool of blood over here; the splatter looks consistent with the wound if the gun man was standing here," Jane gestured. "With the victim kneeling in front of him…. But this is the only blood I see." Korsak filled in the blanks, "vic was tortured elsewhere." "Like the warehouse," pointed out Frankie. With a nod Frankie continued on the exterior and Korsak accompanied Jane inside. Theyy found only a metal framework was left standing covered in ash and soot and the detectives pulled out their flashlights to navigate the treacherous floor.
Quickly moving through the death trap they found what was once a small office in the center of the building. Inside was grisly; a metal chair was bolted to the floor in the center, a pair of chains with cuffs hung from the ceiling off in the corner. The chair and chains were freshly cleaned with bleach but the surrounding floor was splattered with blood, urine and excrement. They continued on, making sure to let CSU know to collect evidence there. About ready to call it quits, Detective Rizzoli turned to her partner, but was distracted when something reflected the beam of her flash light. Everything else was too dirty and corroded to reflect the light. The older man reached above his head with a gloved hand and pulled a hammer from behind a pipe. The head had obviously been cleaned with bleach and likely the wood handle wiped down, but it was something. A further search of the area turned up no other evidence.
The detectives decided to grab a quick lunch down the street from the precinct before getting started to give Maura time on the autopsy. When they got to the station she had yet to begin the autopsy due to an urgent request on forensics by Detective Crowe. Upstairs the group began their victim board. "Okay we have Brock Niels, a 25 year old white male," began Korsak as he taped a picture of the vic to the board. Frankie sat at his computer, "he's in the system. He's got a rap sheet as long as my arm: possession of drugs and guns, drug trafficking, petty theft, DUI, aggravated assault and arson. You know you're all around nice guy…. There's more, part of the foster care system from 7 to 15. He dropped off their grid then. Last known home was in Southie 5 years ago."
"Let's check out that bar after I get back from the autopsy," Jane called as she made her way to the elevators. Maura was finishing the Y-incision as she walked through the double doors. The medical examiner smiled at her wife and continued to work in silence enjoying watching her squirm. Eventually she cracked, "so what do ya got?" "Have Jane, what do I have?" "Yeah, yeah. What do you have oh brilliant Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts?"
Maura smirked, "Caucasian male mid-twenties in relatively good health though looking from his skin tone and elasticity it is likely he is suffering from mild malnutrition and dehydration. I retrieved a .45 caliber bullet from the occipital lobe." Pointing to the shoulder, "posterior dislocation of the humerus of both shoulders, three broken ribs, severed posterior cruciate ligaments… that's the ligament at the back of the knee, broken mandible, and all of his fingers are broken. Also abrasions on, and inflammation of, the wrists and ankles and ecchymosis across nearly 70% of his body."
"So they strung him up by the cuffs and he struggles. They beat him up some, managing to dislocate his shoulders, break some ribs and break his jaw. They let him down and he tries to run so they slice the back of his knees and tie him to the chair by his wrists and ankles. Then they break his fingers with the hammer. They go to kill him outside the building, but he can't walk…. Maybe they throw him over their shoulder since there were no drag marks."
"That's all a matter of conjecture, Jane. Why would they break his jaw early in the process?" "Okay, maybe the order is a little off but it's still plausible. But why kill him outside of the warehouse?" "I'm not the killer, Jane, I don't know." Jane let her playful side show, "ah but would you tell me if you were the killer?" Maura seemed to ponder it, "no I don't think I would. Much like being a robot, it would be in my best interest to plead innocence." Jane came around the dead table and got in the blonde's personal space. "Ah, but you Maura Dorthea Isles cannot lie so all I would have to ask you is 'did you kill this man?'" Maura locked eyes with her pursuer, "and are you going to ask me over dinner every night? I can think of better dinner conversation," she gave a sexy smile.
Senior Criminalist Susy Chang burst through the door, "Dr. Isles I noticed …." She trailed off frusterated that she had interrupted another of their moments. Maura took a step back from Jane and turned to Susy, "What did you find, Susy?" The interloper shot a quick glance at the slightly glowering woman beside her boss, "well the handle of the hammer was wiped clean of prints but I noticed a stain on the wood so took a biopsy. The preliminary results indicate blood." The detective jumped in, "whose? The vics or the perps?" "We aren't sure yet, Detective. The blood is being analyzed now, but it is possible it's neither's." Maura smiled at her subordinate, "good work, Susy." The woman quickly fled the morgue.
"I'm going to go check out the bar and if nothing comes up I should be home right after." "Okay, I wish I could join you; however, I am far from done…. Dinner should be on the table at 7:30." They separated with a quick kiss.