Hey guys, well first of all thank you thank you to those who reviewed faved and favorite'd my story. I wish more of you would take the time to leave me a couple of nice words. (hint hint) Come on guys... Rizzoli and Isles is hard to write...without further babbling... there's ch 3!
LK
3 High Heels
''Whaaaaat?!'' Jane groaned. Another psycho. Great.
''I do not think I need to repeat myself, Detective Rizzoli. We can talk at the morgue tomo- Oh dear...'' Maura knelt on the ground again.
''What is it?'' asked Jane.
Maura pointed at a trail of small bloodstains. ''Look at that...''
''Blood...''
''Small... brown reddish substance stains, Detective. It could be blood, or some kind of paint. I can't know for sure before I take the analysis results back.''
Jane smirked. ''Oh no, no need, it's definitely paint Dr Isles!''
Maura lifted her eyebrows.''I have to disagree. The characteristic oxidation indicates high levels of ferrum, consistent with the ferrum in blood.''
''Ha!'' Jane raised her fist in the air. That trick had worked again! ''So it's blood!''
''Hey! That's not fair! You've-'' Jane stopped her mid-sentence. ''Let's follow it Dr Isles. We might find the murder weapon.''
''Well Detective, I prefer to get my brain eaten by Naegleria Fowleri. I will go alone, because you will most likely destroy my evidence.''
Jane's jaw dropped. She wasn't sure about what to do first. Ask about the Na-e-thingies, or start a fight with Maura about following the blood trail. Dumbfounded she just stood there, with no idea what to do, watching the ME crouch, and disappear with slow, careful steps, behind some containers.
''What in the world just happened?'' she asked Korsak. The older man smiled involuntarily and decided to disappear from Jane's sight, avoiding further complications.
''Will meet you back at the Headquarters Jane...'' He winked. ''You girls play nice.'' He got into his car and left as well. Jane growled. ''I'm gonna get you for this Korsak!'' What is he thinking? Leaving them alone like that! Ugh!
As the rest of the cleaners packed up and left Jane suddenly realised she was left alone. Completely.
Maura was walking steadily, despite her high heels among the containers, spotting a drop of ''reddish'' substance here and there. She giggled to herself as she remembered Jane's reaction but the laughter stopped as a spear of guilt stung. She sighed. The trail stopped. Nothing.
She decided to head back to her car and leave for the morgue. She wanted to finish the autopsy over night.
As she turned around, she didn't notice someone emerge from the shadows. It was too late when she felt a pair of firm hands crush her wrists in an iron like grip.
Jane rolled her eyes heavenward. ''Maura! Where the hell are you!'' She groaned and softened her voice. ''Hello Dr Iiiii-sles! Miss Chief Medical Examineeeeer! Where aaaaare you?'' No answer.
Jane walked along the edge, where the concrete ended and the sea was blasting, casting small wet spots on the cuffs of her slacks. A large ship was ready for dispatch.
A cry of pain rung through Jane's ears. A very familiar one. A moment after there was the sound of something falling into the water. Or some-one. And as Jane rushed to where the voice came from, she only found a lone heel. Maura's ridiculously green, high heel.
