A/N: Here is chapter 2. Reviews would be really appreciated. I'd love to hear from you all!
CHAPTER 2
Jane nodded, trying to keep control of herself and her emotions.
"Oh, Jane..." whispered Maura. She comforted Jane by rubbing her back. "How did you know her?"
Jane licked her lips, as if they were suddenly dry. "I went to school with her older sister but she'd hang around with us too. We were best friends at one stage, back in middle school. We didn't hate each other or anything... We just drifted apart when we both started high school."
The medical examiner stroked her wife's arms in an attempt to soothe her in some way. She could tell that unfortunately it was not working this time. Jane was incredibly tense, even more than she had been at the other crime scenes of late.
Before more could be said, Jane shook her body as if ridding the thoughts then pushing on back into Detective mode again. She was trying not to show any weakness. She cleared her throat. "Frost, any evidence anywhere inside the house or outside?" she asked, since he had searched the perimeter before coming back inside to show her the IDs. Frost still had issues with usually getting physically ill at most crime scenes. He needed to find his Morgue Legs as Maura would say.
Frost glanced quickly at the body on the desk, gulped and turned to Jane and Maura so that he didn't have to see it. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing, yet again." His voice revealed the anger and frustration that they all felt.
"Um, okay, dusted for fingerprints?" the female detective asked, although she knew that it would have been hopeless as these perps hadn't left any so far.
"I wish I could say yes, Jane, but then I'd be lying to ya," answered Barry Frost.
Jane was burned out and enraged but she wasn't going to stop until the killers were thrown in jail and the key tossed into the Charles River. "Right, so what we have is nothing!" She shook her head in fury.
Frost sighed but nodded. "Yes exactly."
Feeling her wife still holding her from behind, Jane turned around and kissed her tenderly. "Baby, get back to work. I'm fine."
Once Maura had gone back over to the body on the floor, Jane looked back at her partner. "Any next of kin to notify?"
The younger detective again glanced at the Ipad in his hands and re-read some information before looking back up at his partner. "Yes. Janet has a twin sister out in Brookline and April has a younger brother in South Boston and older sister who has moved to New York."
"Yes, I know April's younger brother as well. His name is Archibald. But we grew up calling him Archie. Well let's go notify their next of kin." Jane kissed Maura on the head on her way out from the house to make the notifications. One of the things she hated about her job but it had to be done.
~0~0~0~0~0~0~
Upon arriving at the address given as Archibald Frye's house, Jane looked up and discovered that Archie was actually living in his parent's home.
"He can't still be living with his mother and father," said Jane, more to herself then to Frost. "He'd be, what, twenty-eight, if I remember correctly."
Frost walked beside the female detective to the front door of the residence. "No time for criticizing, Jane," he reprimanded her before knocking on the door.
A man who looked a lot like the blonde victim answered the door. "Hel- Jane? Jane Rizzoli?" he said, looking at Jane in shocked.
Nodding, Jane smiled sadly at him. "Hi Archie. We.. ah.. Could we come in please? We have something confidential we need to discuss," she spoke softly.
Archie blinked and started to get worked up. "You're a Homicide Detective, so I know it, ah, has to be bad. Come in. Please." He opened the door fully and moved aside to allow the detectives access into his home. Mr Frye led them into the living room and motioned for them to sit on the couch before he sat down in an arm chair opposite them. "My, ah, parents moved to a Retirement Home and left this for me," he explained to Jane.
The female detective nodded then sighed. "Archie, we found April and her wife, Janet, they have been... murdered," she broke the news to him softly.
The man that she knew as a little boy looked at her in pure shock. "Wh- What? How? Why?! Everyone loved her. No, it's just not possible. I refuse to believe it." He began to sob. He and his sister had been very close. She had always looked out for him. And now suddenly she was gone. He wanted to call her cell phone hoping that she'd just answer but looking at Jane, knowing her, he knew that his sister really was gone and she would never be answering that phone again.
Jane stood up and rubbed the man's back. "We'll find out who did this, Archie," she tried to assure him. Her voice was gentle and compassionate.
Sniffling, the young man nodded. "I know, Jane, I've read a lot about you. I know that you won't give up. I know you'll keep going for her... I needa... needa call my Mom and Dad and Abigail (their eldest sister). Abi has kept the news articles about you, Jane. She's proud of you. Glad that you're living your dream."
Jane smiled and passed her card to Archie. "Please call if you think of something that could help, Archie. It was good to see you again, just wish it was under better circumstances." She stood up, indicating to Frost that they were leaving, so he also stood.
Archie nodded and took the card. "I will, Jane. Thank you."
~0~0~0~0~0~0~
The moment that Jane and Frost pulled up in front of the station, the female detective's cell began to vibrate in it's holder on her kit belt. It was Maura. She knew that it was her wife before she even looked at the caller ID when she took her phone out. "Hey Maur, what's up?"
"Janie, I need you to come downstairs," Maura's voice came over the line.
Jane heard the doctor gulp. "Babe?" She rushed out of the car and ran inside. She pressed the down button for the elevator but decided it was taking too long so she ran down the stairs to the Morgue. Jane needed to get to her wife. And fast.
The detective ran into the Morgue with fear coursing through her veins. "Please be okay, please be okay," she whispered to herself over and over.
When she reached the door and saw that her love was absolutely fine, she hung on to the door frame, gasping for breath. Trying to settle her body down. "Maura!"
Seeing Jane's reaction, Maura felt bad straight away. "Oh, baby, I apologize for giving you a fright, it was not my intention. I have some good news and bad. Which would you like first?"
"Good, I think, after all that," affirmed Rizzoli as she walked over to Isles. Well Rizzoli-Isles. They both took each other's last names but at work they were still just Rizzoli and Isles.
Reaching the metal slab which held the day's blonde victim, Jane looked down at the body. "So, Doc, what am I looking at here? I pretty much see the same as I did at the scene, only the body is cleaner."
"Well..." Maura picked up a UV light and turned it on. She shone it along the body until the indication of blood appeared and stopped.
"Yeah, so, it's most probably just her blood from during the torturing."
The doctor shook her head and the detective looked at her shocked.
"They left some blood?!" Jane didn't know whether to jump with glee at this moment or to contain her excitement and wait to hear more.
"You're correct, Rip Van Winkle," Maura confirmed with a smile. "It's not much, but more than enough to use for DNA."
Jane grinned and rubbed her hands together. "Well run it!"
"I have. I did it all before I called you." Maura walked over to her computer with Jane close on her heels. On the screen was confirmation of the killer's identity that had left some DNA behind. The man's name, home address and photo ID remained idle on the screen. "Maxwell Newman. Wanted for First Degree Murder in California."
Jane looked at the man's photo on the computer screen. "Oh, my God. I have seen that man somewhere... I can't picture where but I'm certain that I have but the name itself doesn't ring a bell though."
"Jane, don't get ahead of yourself," warned Maura. Sadness was only just detectable in her voice.
Jane looked at her wife as if she'd unexpectedly grown a second head. "We have him cold, Maur!"
The honey blonde rested her hands on the brunette's arms and began to caress them as she looked into her chocolate brown eyes. "Baby, we unfortunately do not have him what you say, cold."
"What the Hell do you mean, Maura?! We have his address right there on your computer screen," argued Jane.
Maura kissed Jane on the lips softly. "Jane, the address is fabricated. It is the address for a store. A store that I actually bought your newest suit from."
"Why would they use an expensive clothing store for their address? It doesn't make sense. I can understand them using a park or empty lot but a clothing store? Korsak, Frost and I have some digging to do. Thanks, babe." Jane went to walk off but Maura stopped her.
"There's more," Maura whispered, "and this is the most atrocious part of it all..."