Thanks for all of the interest so far guys! I aim to post every couple of days and hopefully you'll enjoy this story as much as I'm enjoying writing it! Now, let's get more acquainted with our evil villain…
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"Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who is the most evil of them all?" A deep, male voice spoke in the darkness to a large mirror, which had a beautifully decorated golden frame, yet whoever this was, his reflection could not be seen in the dim light of the room. The only light that did pierce through the shadows was from a gap in the long, moth-eaten curtains, far above where the voice seemed to originate. Particles of dust danced in the rays of light that now helped to illuminate the room. On the walls were photos of various young girls, all from different neighbourhoods, but were all connected by a darker secret, one that the BPD were very slowly unravelling. A red 'x' was drawn through one of the photos, and out of the shadows a hand reached out clutching a red pen, hovering menacingly over the image of his next victim.
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In the lab, Maura was examining the x-rays of Rose, the only thing particularly noticeable was the single stab wound directly through her heart. How poetic, she thought to herself. Suddenly lost in her thoughts, Maura imagined herself as a damsel in distress, locked away in a tower, in danger from the curse of a wicked, old witch, Jane shows up just in time, dressed in a full suit of armour riding a white horse, brandishing her sword ready to vanquish anyone who dared hurt her princess. Laughing as she pictured her beautiful girlfriend showing up on her noble steed, she felt familiar arms wrapping around her waist.
"Daydreaming again Dr. Isles?" Jane asked with a smile, her lips caressing the arch of the ME's neck; the heat against Maura's skin made her knees go weak and a familiar feeling started to grow within her… the detective never seemed to lose that effect on her.
"Maybe," Maura answered, turning to face the detective, her arms wrapped around Jane's neck, bringing her closer so nearly every part of their bodies were touching. "How do you feel about armour and a horse?" She asked with a wink. Jane's expression turned from lusting after the beautiful honey blonde in front of her, to one of pure confusion.
"Wait…" Jane managing to turn her erratic thoughts into a legible sentence, "I will do a lot of things for you Maura Isles, both in and out of the bedroom, but you're not serious about the whole chainmail thing right?"
Maura laughed as she kissed Jane on the cheek, adding extra sway to her hips as she walked back to her x-rays, leaving the detective with some very unprofessional thoughts about what could be done on the desk just a little further away; and especially what could be done with the object hidden in the bottom left hand draw. Now Jane was the one daydreaming, and she only knew one thing for certain; when they got home there was going to be no armour… and certainly, no horses.
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"Boston Homicide, Korsak speaking. Yes sir, Right away sir." Why weren't Jane and Frost here when I needed them? Korsak thought as he hurried down to the morgue, really wishing he'd learned how to text faster for situations like this. Was this corridor always this long? Suddenly now the morgue seemed like a lifetime away, when he finally arrived he found two of the three people he needed urgently huddled around their first victim.
"Jees Korsak, Why didn't you just text one of us instead of injuring yourself? Told you that extra doughnut at lunch was a bad idea!" Jane exclaimed to the sound of laughter from Dr. Isles and Frost who had just appeared in the doorway. They watched Korsak stand, well, more so bending over in the doorway, clutching his side trying to get his breath back.
"I told you…me and technology… don't mix…that's why...I need…you two available…or at least… near… your radio's!" as his breathing returned to normal, Korsak finally managed to get the message through to the others, "There's some good news and bad news. The bad news is that we have another victim, the good news is that this time, we have a witness."
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"I thought you said the witness called it in from the BCU campus Korsak?" Jane asked inquisitively as they pulled up outside an old warehouse near the docks.
"It was Rizzoli, however, the witness also saw them leave and take the girl with them; they didn't know they were being watched so they weren't careful in covering their vehicle, we followed the registration plate straight to this warehouse." It was obvious that the building was old… it wasn't until the detectives and the medical examiner stepped inside did they realise just how old the building was. Saved from demolition by being registered as a listed building, it had stood on the dockside for nearly one hundred years. Broken tiles littered the floor; their ghostly shapes still appeared clearly against the years of dust that had settled in their place.
"Jane, look!" whispered Maura, her voice echoing through the room. On the far side of the building was a very old Victorian fireplace, surrounded by (mostly fractured) dark green tiles, and in the hearth was a body. A very frail, young girl, dressed in a maid's uniform and cap, a sweeping brush placed in her right hand.
As the team approached surveying the room, Dr. Isles headed straight for the young girl, "White female." Maura spoke into her voice recorder, "She looks to be no older than 20, soot is covering most of her facial features. Died no longer than 8 hours ago, who would do a thing like this?"
"Frost, we got an ID?"
"Not yet, the victim was most definitely not wearing these clothes when she was on campus. I mean, unless she was in the drama club or transported from the 1900's." However, we currently have a young lady at the police station who can tell us."
"She knows the victim?" Jane and Korsak looked at each other in disbelief; suddenly the case was looking a whole lot brighter. A few hours ago they had a seemingly anonymous tip off about this murder, but now they had a potential relative or friend with information, finally this case is heading somewhere! Jane thought excitedly, getting possible questions ready in her mind; if only Maura knew that she too could sometimes be organised.
"Better," Frost continued, looking very pleased with himself, "she caught the murder on camera."
"Then what are we still doing here? Get the boys in to take this poor girl to the morgue and let's get back to the station!" They all seemed to agree with Korsak's plan, but Maura, sensing that her detective had been quiet for far too long, turned to face Jane, who seemed to be looking at something over Maura's shoulder.
"Wait… what's that in the fireplace?" she asked, pointing to a very small white edge sticking out of the red brick fireplace. Taking a moment to spot it amongst the debris, Maura leaned over and gently tugged, some of the brick crumbled at her touch, but in her outstretched hand she held a small piece of white paper. It held a simple message, written in a familiar reddish-brown substance.
"You're next Snow White."
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"So hang on. You're meaning to tell me that, for real, we have an evil villain running around the streets of Boston murdering princesses?" Jane was pacing up and down the office, quite clearly frustrated at this new evidence.
"Who's next? My Little Pony going on a rampage through the city?"
"Now Jane," she felt Maura's arm gently rest on hers, calming her down considerably, even the slight pressure causing her to sink into the uncomfortable red chair in Maura's office. "We both know that princesses and my little pony don't exist in the real world, however they do seem to exist in the mind of our murderer. Hence why we found 'Cinderella' lying in the hearth; they want to make all of the fairy tale cliché's come true, in a very realistic way I might add. The time it must have taken to think up these intricate plans, this person wanted these girls dead, and they didn't want them to go the easy way."
"I really don't want this to be happening Maur, I spent so much of my childhood reading these stories, and wanting to be in that world, being saved (at that time) by my Prince Charming. I never really imaged that I would be able to protect my own damsel in distress one day," smiling lovingly at Maura, and squeezing her thigh, "and I certainly never thought I'd be working for the BPD protecting girls against an ogre!"
"Jane! Don't be ridiculous, ogres don't exist!"
"Neither did Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty until a few hours ago!"
"Rizzoli, your witness is upstairs. I want answers, and I want 'em fast!" Cavanaugh barked as he put his head around the door to the morgue, "Reckon you can put your girlfriend down for ten minutes?"
"Go be all detective-y I'll be here when you get back" Maura placed a gentle kiss on the detective's cheek… but Jane had other ideas. Her fingers made their way to twist into Maura's hair, pulling her into a passionate kiss…
"Did you just use a colloquialism doc? I think I'm rubbing off on you" Jane whispered, brushing Maura's hair behind her right ear, leaving a trail of soft kisses down her neck, feeling Maura arch underneath her.
"I don't feel anything of that effect actually." Maura lied… badly, as she was pushed gently backwards until she was sitting on her own desk, legs wrapped around Jane's waist…
"That's better." A soft moan escaped Maura's lips as their tongues intertwined, just as Maura's hand was slipping between Jane's thighs, their kiss suddenly broke apart.
"RIZZOLI! NOW!"
"Hold that thought." Jane dashed out of the room, leaving Maura's vintage dress slightly more creased then when she had left the house this morning.
I thought I'd leave the interrogation until the next chapter… give all your eyes a break from reading ;) Hope you're all still enjoying it, and will stick around to see what our 'Snow White' has to say about the murderer. Next post will be either tomorrow or Tuesday .
