A/N: Thanks to all those who followed this story, and made a review! Much love. Sorry about this chapter... I've got a really big headache, so I don't think I did this one justice as much as I planned... But they will get better, I promise
It didn't take long to get to Julietta's apartment complex – her case worker had put her in one that was close to the Boston Police Department, to try and convince her that if anything was to happen to her, or if she did something to someone else, the police were only a block away. Unfortunately, it was a dump of a place, filled with druggies and boozers. It smells like it hadn't been cleaned in months, and all Jane could hear were babies screaming. "This is not a place to keep young children – remind me to ring up the social workers when we get back to the department," She commented to Frost, her partner, as she pulled out her gun from the holster. She scrunched up her nose as she walked past a sleeping man, who seemed to be out due to drinking too much – he had an empty bottle of whiskey next to him. Jane pushed on, and walked over to Julietta's apartment door, and knocked three times. "Boston Police Department! Open up!"Jane called as she banged on the door. After no answer, she banged again, only this time it was a lot louder. "Julietta Smith! Open up, or I will break down your door," Jane warned, her voice carrying throughout the hall.
The door flew open, and a young girl looked at Jane with an extremely annoyed look upon her face. "I heard you the first bloody time. It's not like I could answer the door, naked could I? Give people a bloody minute would you?" The woman snapped, before she took a moment to take in all of Jane's features. The two women stared at each for a moment – this was the most astonishing thing either had encountered, and the strangest thing. Why does she look like me? Both thought at the same time. Before any of the women could say another word, Frost cleared his throat to advert the attention to him. "We need you to accompany us down to the Police Department. We err... Need to ask you some questions about last night," Frost explained, receiving an evil glare from Julietta, which he immediately assumed was because she hated males – and he was right. "I don't take orders from you. You think just because you're a male, I'll come to your beckon call? No. I'm not going anywhere unless you have a warrant. I know my rights," Julietta barked, before beginning to shut the door on the two detectives. Jane, however, put her foot in the way of the door, so Julietta couldn't shut the door any further. "Actually, Julietta, we have a warrant," Jane replied with a slight smirk on her face. She pulled the blue piece of folded paper out from under her coat pocket. "We also need your gun for a ballistics test. If you don't comply, we will have no choice but to arrest you," Jane told her as she passed her the warrant. Julietta took it grudgingly, her eyes narrowed at both
Jane and Frost. She opened it up, and quickly read through it. "Alright then," Julietta regrettably muttered through her teeth. She really didn't know why this was all happening – she hardly remembered anything that happened the night before, other than hooking up with another woman. Did she do something to her? Julietta stepped aside, and put her arm out, to invite the two detectives inside. "And it's Jules. Nobody ever calls me Julietta," She told Jane, her eyes, once again glaring at her. She didn't like the detective – it was creepy how she looked like her. "Where is your gun kept, Julietta?" Jane questioned, ignoring her last comment about what name she preferred. "It's Jules," Julietta repeated, her voice almost sounding threatening. She hated being called Julietta – it was the name the people who gave birth to her, had given her. If they didn't want her, then she didn't want the stupid name. Jane merely raised her eyebrow. "And I asked where your gun is kept," Jane repeated, almost just as threatening. Her hand was loosely gripping the handcuffs on her hip – she was getting ready to arrest Julietta, something about her, told Jane that if she got too angry, she would probably regret it. Julietta glared at Jane for a second, before pointing to the cabinet in front of her. "In there – it's in a locked case. I have the key," Julietta told her, pulling out the chain around her neck, with the key attached to it. "Here," She basically threw it at Frost, as Jane walked over to the cabinet to receive the gun. "Thanks," Frost grunted as he caught it in his hands. He then proceeded to pull out an evidence bag from his back pocket, and he placed it inside. Jane grabbed the gun case, and put it in its own evidence bag, before grabbing hold of Julietta's arm. "Right. To the precinct now," Jane muttered, and started to escort Julietta out of her apartment, followed by Frost.
When they were back at the Homicide Unit, Jane couldn't shake the feeling that people were staring at her – sure she should have been used to it, considering she was the only female detective in the Homicide unit, but she couldn't help but feel this was a little more personal. She also noticed they were staring at Julietta too. Do they think we look the same too? Jane thought to herself, as she escorted Julietta to an empty interview room. No, don't be silly. We don't look anything like each other. So we have the same colour hair and eyes – it's not like nobody else has. We are two completely different people. Jane opened the door to the first interview room, and asked the Uniformed cop on guard to watch her. "Make sure she behaves – I'll be right back," Jane commented, which led Julietta to roll her eyes. "I am right here you know – I can hear you," She snapped, before being forced down on the chair by the uniformed cop. "Hey!" Jane heard Julietta say as she walked away from the interview room, and towards the elevator. She merely rolled her eyes. "Well this is going to be fun," Jane muttered to herself as she pressed the Morgue button on the elevator.
Once Jane was down in the morgue, Maura excitingly put down everything that she was doing, and basically bounced over to her. "You're back!" Maura exclaimed. "Is she with you? The suspect?" Maura asked, rather excitingly. Jane raised her eyebrow. "Yeah – she's in the interview room, waiting to be interrogated," Jane commented. "Ohh, can I sit in with you?" Maura asked, curiously. "I mean, on a strictly professional way, of course. I just want to see how she works, see what frame of mind she was in last night. It will help me focus on whether it was self-defence or a simply murder," Maura explained, quickly, before Jane could even ask why. And I want to see how much she's like you – because, well, you basically look like you could be twins, Maura thought to herself. "Umm… Sure?" Jane replied, feeling uncertain about how excited Maura seemed to be about the notion of interviewing their suspect. "I was just about to ask whether or not you ruled it out – but obviously, you haven't," Jane commented, as she turned around to head back to the interview room. Maura followed her. "I need a little more information before I can rule it out, one hundred percent. You know, I can't make guesses, Jane," She commented, as she stepped into the elevator beside Jane. As the door closed, Jane couldn't help but steal a glance at Maura – her body was absolutely perfect. Her breasts were perfect. Everything about her was perfect. Jane cleared her throat to get rid of the inappropriate thoughts that were invading her brain. "I must warn you – she's a bit fiery… She hates being called by her name for some reason. Each time I said it, it looked as if she was going to latch out at me," Jane warned her, just as the elevator stopped moving, and the doors opened. "I can handle a temper tantrum, Jane – I've been around you long enough," Maura teased, as the two walked towards the interview room.
When the door opened, Julietta looked up from the table, and glared at Jane. "Really? You like handcuffing your suspects to tables? And why am I even a suspect? What the hell did I do?" Julietta asked, lifting her hand to reveal that her hand was indeed, handcuffed to the table, before her eyes landed on Maura. My god. What a beautiful creature. She's absolutely stunning. Simply amazing. Oh god, Jules, stop staring – you look like a complete ass. Julietta shifted her gaze back to Jane, and narrowed her eyes. Jane noticed the way she was staring at Maura, and couldn't help but feel a pang of jealously. "Here, take this down to ballistics," Jane ordered the Uniform cop, as she handed him the bag with the gun in it. "Make sure you fill out the paperwork out correctly – I don't want to be barked at," Jane commented, before looking back at Julietta. "Julietta, this is Dr Maura Isles, she will be sitting in with us today, to determine whether or not you-," Jane began before being interrupted by Julietta. "Whether or not I'm crazy – I've been through this before, Detective, as I'm sure you already know, and it's Jules how many, god-damn times to I have to tell you? Do I need to spell it out for you? J-U-L," Julietta started, but in turn was interrupted by Maura. "It's alright, Jules – you don't need to sleep it out. Detective Rizzoli here, is just used to full names – you can't blame her, she was brought up like that," Maura explained, glancing at Jane and gave her an 'are-you-trying-to-make-her-angry?' look. "And I'm not here to see if you're crazy – I'm here as a consultant on the case. I need to rule out any possible motives," Maura told her, in a gentle voice. "Motives? For what?" Julietta asked, her voice far more gentler for Maura than it had been for Jane. "A murder – outside of the club you were at last night. Murder weapon happened to be the same kind of gun that you have registered under your name," Jane told her, as she pulled out the chair from the table, and sat down. "The victim is Marc Austin," Jane continued, looking at Julietta carefully to see her reaction. Julietta stayed silent – her gaze looked down at her hands. "I don't know who that is," Julietta replied, her voice betraying her words. "Oh, but, Julietta, I know you do. You've known him since you were 13 years old," Jane commented, leaning forward ever so slightly. Julietta looked back up, to look at Jane. She didn't snap at the fact that she had called her by her full name again – she was too gobsmacked to react to anything. That man ruined her life. She would be a happy person, a sweet person, if it wasn't for him. She would be somebody – she would have had a life. But he took all that away the moment he decided to touch her. "You think I killed him?" Julietta asked, her eyes round. "You think just because he's ruined my life, I'm hell bent on getting my revenge?" Julietta asked, a small smirk forming on her lips, as she suddenly got over the initial shock of hearing his name. "You would be right, of course, but I didn't kill him – I was with a woman last night," She told the two ladies, not caring what they thought. She had come to terms with the fact she was a lesbian a long time ago – she was proud, and she had no reason to be ashamed. "All night. You can ask her – her name's Ashley," Julietta commented, leaning back on her chair, as if she had no more reason to be afraid. "I'm glad he's dead though – I wanna give the person who killed him a medal," Julietta stated with a smirk. "Maybe now I can get on with my life, without being afraid," She thought out aloud, not caring that neither of these women probably even cared. "So, what you're saying, is that it was a complete coincidence that the man who assaulted you 15 years ago, was outside of lesbian bar, that you happened to be in?" Jane questioned, raising her eyebrow slightly. Julietta nodded her head. "Yup. And if I had known he was out there, I would have killed him. It would have been a public service to get him of the streets. Maybe he was attempting to rape one of the girls – it's not that surprising. Men are always outside the club, trying to make real 'women' of us. That's why hardly anyone ever goes to that club anymore – they're too scared," Julietta explained. "Most of us carry protection – pepper spray, guns… anything that will protect us from being attacked – I can't be the only one with a gun…" Julietta commented. "No, but you're the only one with a connection with the victim – you have history with him," Jane replied. "The only connection I have with that man is the fact he raped me when I was under his girlfriend's care. If it wasn't for that, then I wouldn't be sitting here, would I? I didn't kill him. I've provided you with an alibi, now if you don't mind, I want to get back home, so I can have a shower, and have coffee, and sleep. So if you please uncuff me, or I'll sue you for harassment," Julietta threatened, once again holding her arm up. Jane knew she couldn't keep her any longer – technically she wasn't under arrest yet, so she was free to leave whenever she wanted. Jane stood up, and took the handcuff keys out from her pocket, and handcuffed her. "There," Jane said, standing back from Julietta, in case she decided that she would get back at her for calling her Julietta. "I hope I won't be seeing you again," Julietta snapped, but then turned her head to Maura. "Now, you. You I wouldn't mind seeing again," She said, with a wink. "Goodbye ladies," Julietta commented, before walking towards the door, and vanished.