Jane made her way to her desk and deposited the various drinks and snacks on the appropriate desks.
"What the hell took you so long?" teased Korsak.
"Bite me, Korsak. You could go once in a while you know."
"Whatever Rizzoli."
The team settled into their paperwork when the ringing of a loud telephone broke their concentration.
The call had been notification of a suspected homicide victim. Rizzoli and Frost arrived at the scene some thirty minutes later; apparently the new Medical Examiner was already examining the body. As they arrived on the scene, Jane instantly recognised the kneeling form of the woman in the killer heels from earlier that she had met at the lift; at least that explained what she was doing at the Station. Damn, I bet she would look fine just wearing those heels and some fine lingerie. What the hell Rizzoli? Where the hell did that come from?
As if to cover up her internal monologue, she spoke to the woman using a tone that was perhaps gruffer than one she would have normally used.
"Jeez, Doc, it's a Crime Scene, not a catwalk in Milan."
Maura looked down at herself. "I am not dressed for a Fashion Show; I am appropriately attired for my role." She stood, sizing up the woman who dared to question her professionalism. She stuck out her hand;
"We meet again. Doctor Maura Isles, I have just taken over as the Massachusetts Chief Medical Examiner."
"No kidding Doc. Nice to meet you. I'm Detective Jane Rizzoli and the guy throwing up his breakfast over there is my partner, Detective Barry Frost. What have we got?"
Maura relayed the details of the case as Jane surveyed the crime scene, bagging evidence that she noted. Jane was an incredible cop. She had wanted to be a cop ever since a police officer visited her school on a career day. She wanted the respect that the role commanded and the gun and badge were great tools in bestowing that.
More than that though, she took the role as a key part of society; chasing down monsters. If she didn't do it, well, she couldn't trust that other cops would have her instincts and work ethic; that they wouldn't stop until the perp had been taken down, physically if necessary.
She belonged in her role at the Homicide unit. It had taken blood, sweat and tears to get there and while it was an old boy's club, she took it all on the chin. She took the teasing, the constant attempts by her colleagues to get into her pants and played up to it when they called her a dyke, retorting with "well your mother / sister / wife doesn't mind."
Jane had always been a bit of a tomboy; two brothers will often help with that, but she loved the physicality that came with sports that she did and fighting with Tommy and Frankie. Sometimes one of them would get hurt when their competitive spirit came out, but it was never malicious; a mix of sibling rivalry and testosterone; most of which came from her.
She didn't care that most people thought she was gay. She had never had feelings of a sexual nature towards a woman. She knew that it was a stereotype as a female Detective and dressing as she did; it was no wonder. She dressed as she was comfortable, but in a way that exuded power and commanded respect; that was a pant suit with her badge on her belt and gun on her shoulder and boots she could run in. She looked like the baddass cop that she was.
Her thoughts returned to the present and how this woman could walk in those heels, Jane could not comprehend. She laughed to herself, she was going to be working closely with this woman, and they could not be more like chalk and cheese if they tried.
She muttered under her breath "buckle up, Rizzoli; it's going to be an interesting ride."
