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I wake up feeling numb I can't even feel the pain from the beating. I walk on autopilot to my closest and grabbed my work clothes. I took a shower and got dressed I walked over to the mirror and I look in the mirror, I took meds for the swelling last night so it's mostly gone, my right eye opened up but both eyes are bruised badly. My lip is fucked up, but I don't care. I brushed my teeth it stings a little but who cares. I pulled my hair in a ponytail and I throw on my over sized red Sox hoodie and I put on my sunglasses and I go to work.
I walked in the bull pen and it's
silent, all eyes are on me. I ignore it and walk to my desk. Shit I forgot to get a box, fuck it. I grab a trash can and I take all the pictures that's on my desk and throw everything in the trash. I empty out my desk and put the trash can back. As soon as I was done maura came in the bull pen. We stared at each other for what seemed like hours. When she looked at me all I could see is angier and disgus.
How could I have been so stupid, I trusted her I let my walls down for her, and she chose her sperm donor over me.
I stood up, shaking my head at all this shit. I pushed my chair in and I walked out and took the stairs down to evidence lock up. I unlocked the door and turn on the light, This shit is creepy as hell, and dusty. I walk over to the small dirty ass desk and sit down. I take off my glasses,and put them on the desk, I winced a little when I hit a tender spot. The pain in my side is gone thank god, but my face hurts like a mother.
I notice another desk on the other side of the room. It was clean, it had pictures on it, and a computer. Great just my fucking luck I have to be stuck here with someone. I take of my hoodie and sighed. I never been down here, I always sent someone down here for me, this shit is really creepy. Behind the two desk is a chain link fence that's locked with all of the evidence from the crime scenes.
This is bullshit, I can't believe I'm not a detective anymore. All my hard work down the drain. Over a mob boss, correction over this biggest mobster in boston. This is so fucked up.
Just then someone opened the door. And in came a beautiful mocha color, slim but curvy, long hair women. And when she notice me she smiled and walked over to my desk.
"Hello, I'm Riley cooper, and you are" she smiled. Damn she's gorgeous, focus rizzoli
"Det- Um jane rizzoli" It's going to be so weird not say detective. I stuck my hand out and she shook it.
"Nice to meet you jane" she walked over to her desk and sat down
"Nice to meet you too, um so what do we do down here." I asked
"Well, we wait until a detective or an officer has evidence to bring to us. We log it in the computer and we file it. And If they want to check something out they sign it out in the log book. So since you're here, you will be in charge of the log book " she got the book and put it on my desk and went back to hers
"Okay, thanks for explaining it"
"No, problem. So Jane I hope you don't mind me asking this, but Uh what happened to your face." Oh shit
"Um I broke up a fight in a bar and things got out of hand" really rizzoli a fucking bar fight.
"Mhmm, you know I'm not buying that" she said with a soft smile
"Yeah I know " I sighed "Well I had a run in with a mob boss and I got on his bad side " her eyes went wide so I quickly said "I'm not dirty or anything I just shot one in the arm. Now my life is fucked up and now I'm here, it's complicated" she relaxed a little bit."so what are you doing here" I asked trying to change the subject.
"I was a detective and I didn't want a partner and I kept taking unnecessary risk so my lieutenant sent me to the basement"
" I'm sorry to hear that"
"It's fine, I get paid the same as a detective so it doesn't matter. Oh shit you're that Jane rizzoli, you shot Dr Isles father oh shit" she said. Here we go again
"I shot him in self-defense damnit!" I yelled, I'm so over this bullshit
"Hey, no I wasn't there, so it's not my business"
"Sorry"
"It's fine" she smiled
By the time lunch came around I was so annoyed. Everyone that came down was so rude to me and saying nasty comments. And I went off on one of them and he said
"What? Are you going to shoot my father too, or will you shoot my mother. No I got it you'll kill my family." I just called him an asshole and Riley kicked him out, I put on my hoodie and sunglasses and didn't say anything else to anyone.
"Hey rizzoli I'm going to get something to eat, do you want to come with me? My treat, I know this fantastic burger place we can go to" she said with a smile
"No thanks, maybe some other time" I said sounding defeated. Her smile faded
"Well I can bring you something back" she said sounding hopeful
"No thanks, I'm not hungry" I tried my best to smile but I couldn't so I gave up.
"Hey jane, don't let them idiots get you down, you know what happened and that's all that matters. Don't let them break you, because I don't even know you but something tells me that you are so much stronger then this. Just keep that in mind" she sighed and turned around and walked out.
I sighed, this can not be happening to me. I'm just so hurt and lost. I just want to die, there's nothing here for me. I have nothing to live for. I don't want to be here anymore I don't want to feel this pain anymore. I don't have anyone, I don't trust anyone so why should I stay here? I look down at my hands, they hurt really bad. If I was dead then I wouldn't have to deal with that either. There is no pros to me staying here, I just need to die. My thoughts was interrupted by Cavanaugh's voice
"Rizzoli!" I jumped at the sound of his voice. I was so deep in thought I didn't even hear him open the door. "get in the conference room now, IAB Is here and they want to talk you"
"Why,"
"How in the hell am I supposed to know? Just hurry up and get in there" with that he left. Oh great what now. Ugh, I leave a note for Riley and I lock everything up and I make my way to the conference room.
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