New York June 8, 2012 1:30PM
Summer hadn't started yet but tell that to the cloudless sky, the 95 degree heat that pulsed off of the payment of the Manhattan streets and human air.
Detective Olivia Benson parked her police issued Sudan next to the line of brown stones. She got out of the car, cursing herself for the thousandth time for wearing such a heavy shirt, the material already sticking to her sweat covered back. Olivia walked down the line of brown stones till she was stopped by the circle of TV cameras and reporters shouting questions at her. Shoving her way through the crowd with her head down and mumbling 'no comment' under her breath till she reached the yellow police line.
"Afternoon Detective," the patrol office that was standing guard greeted her. Out of respect she gave him a small nod then ducked under the line which cut off the brown stone that it was next to, from her neighbors.
Her partner Nick Amaro was already there. He wasn't doing any better than she was in this heat. His sleeves to his white button down shirt where rolled up to his elbows. His blue tie from before was gone and the first two buttons where undone, she could see the hem of his under shirt. Sweat trickled down his face and his hair stuck to his face with sweat.
"What do we got?" Olivia pulled on a pair of latex gloves with some difficulty due to her clammy hands and shoe covers.
"Madeline Harris, caucasian, 38. Warner places time of death around 11 or midnight last night," the stepped into the living room where their victim was.
"Who called it in?"
"Co worker who founded it odd that she didn't show up for work," Amaro lead his partner to the once spotless white couch.
A woman with shoulder length dark brown almost black hair, that was matted in several clumps in dry blood sat in the center. Madeline Harris' mouth was still duct taped shut and tape still circled her wrist, which where clenched in loose fist in her lap, calfs and ankles. The vic put up a struggle, the edges of the tape where scratched and chips of blue nail polish where stuck to the glue.
What caught Olivia's eye was the red streaks on Madeline's sky blue night shirt. She followed the lines, which became more darker and wider as she went higher till she reached the neck. A large gaping wound in the middle of the neck was the only injury that she could see on her vic.
"She still has her pants on. Why did this go to us?"
"Thats what I thought till they showed me this," Nick signaled one of the tech's to shut off the lights. The room was cased in a purple glow to the luma light. Olivia watched as the tech moved the purple blue light on to the matching love seat. Bright blue patches appeared.
"Seaman," Amaro nodded and signaled the tech to turn the lights back on. Even though the stain wasn't visible to her naked eyes, Olivia looked at where Madeline sat then back to the love seat. "This is not right it looks like Madeline died where she was sitting."
"I don't get it either. Why go through all that trouble bonding and gagging her and not rape her? I get that some psychos get there rocks off watching people suffer but this just doesn't settle right."
"Did you check up stairs?" Olivia pointed to the dark oak stairs. Amaro shook his head. Olivia sighed and motioned him up stairs. There where only three doors up stairs. The door in the center led to the master suite.
The bedroom matched the living room with it's white and blue bed spread and matching pillows. There was a window that looked over the park with a large enough window sill to sit on. On the window sill was a neatly folded light blue night shirt. Olivia picked it up. It was shorter then she thought and the small printed label said it was a size two. This was absolutely no way this was the vic's, she was no larger than a five.
"Hey Nick," Amaro came out of the master bathroom. "Look at this," Amaro examined the night shirt that his partner held up.
"Harris'?"
"No, it's too small," Amaro looked over to the cherri wood night stand. On the stand was a metallic photo frame. In it was a picture of Madeline with a petite blond female.
"Hey Liv I think I know who it belongs to," Olivia went over to where Nick was and took the frame from him.
"Madeline Harris had a girlfriend."
1-6 Station House 5:00PM
"What do we got?" Captain Cragen approached the two detectives as they finished putting up the pictures of the crime scene, any evidence and pictures of the decease. Olivia handed him a manilla folder with the vic's name and case number on the tag.
"Madeline Harris, caucasian, 38. Warner places time of death no later than midnight last night. She bled to death from a clean cut caused by a sharp knife to the throat. Her girl friend Julie Mandela, caucasian, 36, petite, blond, is missing. Seamen was found on the love seat and nothing came up in CODIS."
"Could it be that the girlfriend was cheating and asked the boyfriend to kill the girlfriend?"
"Not possible anyone we talked to said they where a well to do happy couple," said Nick. "Mandela was married and they have two kids together both girls, but the divorce went down well. Mark Sanderson, the ex husband, and Mandela share custody of the girls they were with him and he has a tight alibi. His friends and the bar can testify the he was with them till two thirty and didn't leave once."
"Could the killing be work related?"
"Possibly. Harris' worked for the IRS but all she did was calculate the numbers. Mandela however worked as a social worker in the Bronx, lots of opportunity to make enemies."
"Could they have been targeted as a hate crime?"
"Another possibility but we have no records of they supporting any gay rights groups."
"Okay. What do you think Olivia?"
Olivia didn't respond when her name was called, her attention focused on the picture of the crime scene. The way the killer positioned Madeline just filled her with dread and sounded so familiar but she just couldn't place it. Was it a pass case? No, if she collared someone before they would have been more smarter by wearing a condom and the DNA would have popped up in CODIS. Also that said person wouldn't have been out, one of their amazing ADA's would have made sure of that. Olivia jumped when a large hand fell on her shoulder.
"Liv you okay?" Olivia took a few calming breaths to relax herself.
"Yeah I'm fine, What where you saying?"
"I wanted your opinion on why Harris and Mandela where targeted."
"I don't know Captain. A number of reasons like any other victim," Cragen gave her a questionable look.
"Are you sure you okay Liv you seem off."
"I'm fine it's just that I think I seen or heard about this before but I don't know where," Cragen nodded and gave Olivia a reassuring squeeze.
"Keep me posted," the two detectives nodded and their captain went back to his office.
"You sure you've seen this before Olivia?" Amaro asked softly. Olivia slightly nodded before approaching the monitors. Olivia looked over the picture of the living room closely to make sure she didn't miss a single detail. Her eyes landed on the coffee table, more accurate, underneath it. Underneath the coffee table was a white ceramic tea cup and saucer.
'He ties up the husband by binding his arms and legs with duct tape. He then approaches the wife and rapes her all in front of her husband. He knows when the husband is about to move because he uses a warning system. A tea cup and saucer on the husbands lap. After he's done with the wife he slowly moves to the husband and delivers his coup de grâce. A single cut to the jugular. We called him the Surgeon because he kills all of his victims with a scalpel.'
"I know where I seen this," Amaro raised and eyebrow at his partner as he watches her type away on the computer. He watches as she puts up a new case. Thirteen solved homicides solved in the years of 2000 and 2004. They called him the Surgeon because of his choice of weapon and preciseness of his cuts. All cases where handled in the state of Massachusetts, near or in the city of Boston, and handled by the same detective.
Jane Rizzoli.
Boston June 7, 2012 7:00PM
Jane walked threw her door dead beat tired hungry and in a desperate need of a shower. She spent the last 42 hours solving the homicide of three women. They found the murder and they didn't need a confession(even though he did) to nail his ass to the wall. The son of a bitch stalked his victim's and hung there pictures in his spare room in his apartment and he didn't get rid of the weapon, which is like murder 101, always get rid of the murder weapon.
Jane sighed. She shouldn't be talking about work when she was at home. Her and Maura came to a mutual agreement to leave all work at home, they wanted to keep their daughters out of that part of the world as much as they can. Though is became increasingly more difficult because their girls Jade(JJ) and Merilla was spending more and more time at the station house both girls interested in what their family does.
Jane stepped into the kitchen where she found her wife buzzing around the room. Maura turned away from the counter and almost collided with Jane.
"Hello gorgeous," Maura lightly giggled as Jane kissed her cheek and playfully slapped Jane on the shoulder.
"You think you're so charming don't you?" Jane gave Maura a cocky smirk.
"I thought thats why you kept me around," Maura smiled and wrapped her arms around Jane's neck.
"It's one of the many reasons that I keep you around," they move closer together, about to kiss each other only to be interrupted by the ringing of Jane's cell phone. Maura pulled away. "Answer it Jane. It might be work," Jane groaned and reluctantly answered her phone.
"Rizzoli."
"Jane it's Olivia."
"Hey Olivia what's up?"
"I caught a case that you might be interested in."
"Listen Olivia any other day I would love to talk to you about cases but-"
"No, Jane I'm calling because the case that I have is similar to a case that you worked 8 years ago," over the years Jane worked a lot of cases but one stood out from the others.
"Which one?" Jane gulped, dreading the answer that her friend was about to give.
"The Surgeon case. My victim was bonded and gagged the way he did it, there was a tea cup and she died from a single cut to the jugular."
"My god. Wait you said she, Hoyt attacked married couples."
"I know but there's something else you need to know."
"Which is?" Jane was becoming more and more antsy which Maura noticed.
"Jane the couple that was attacked was a lesbian couple. The decease, Madeline Harris, was a curly hair brunet and her girlfriend Julie Mandela, whose missing ,is petite blond. I told my captain and he wants you and Maura here tomorrow to work this with us."
"Okay sure I'll talk to Maura about this."
"Okay and Jane I'm sorry if I'm freaking you out I knew that Hoyt is still a hard topic to talk about."
"No Olivia it's okay I'm glad I heard about this from you. I'll see you later on tomorrow okay?"
"Yeah sure I'll see you then Jane. Bye."
"Bye Olivia," Jane hung up and leaned against the counter trying to fight for breath. She jumped when she felt a hand on her lower back and turned around to meet concerning hazel eyes.
"Jane what did Olivia want?"
"Olivia caught a case and it reminded her of the details that I gave her on Hoyt. She told her captain about it and he wants us to be in New York by tomorrow. God Maura I thought this was over when I placed that scalpel in his heart. Now he's haunting me in the after life." Maura took Jane into her arms when she saw the tears run down Jane's cheek. "Tell me what to do Maur."
"We are going to New York and help Olivia catch the guy. Jane you have to remember this. You are not alone. You have Frankie, Frost, Korsak, your father, my parents, our daughters, but most importantly you have me and we are all on your side," Jane looked at her wife through red blood shot eyes.
"Thank you Maura."
"Your welcome. How about you take a shower then a quick nap and I'll wake you in an hour with a hot meal and a cold beer, okay?" Jane nodded and gave her wife a sweet kiss before heading to her and Maura's bedroom to take that much needed shower and a nap