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Chapter 3
Maura Isles is a fool. At least that is what she thinks of herself at this point. A beautiful woman asks her to go get drinks at a bar and she doesn't have the slightest inclination that said beautiful woman is asking her out. So what does she do on this "date"? Nothing but talk about how to properly execute a y-incision for an autopsy. And then, she does notice when the aforementioned beautiful woman is bored out of her mind. At least that is the impression she received at the end of this embarrassing encounter when both women shook hands and went their separate ways.
On the cab ride home, Jane Rizzoli is all Maura can think about. Her sexy dark locks enticed Maura to grab a handful and plant a kiss on her lips. Her walk made her seem like the most dominant person in the room, like she could state a command and anyone would oblige. Her body, oh god, her body-
Snap out of it! Maura thought to herself. Since when do I think like a sex-crazed teenager? But that is what she had become. That is what this woman had turned her into.
The next day started out like any other. Maura woke up at precisely 5:30, the perfect time to begin her morning routine. She began by getting in the shower, during which she thought of what shampoo Jane uses to make her hair look that gorgeous. She then got dressed and put on a little perfume, which made her think of what perfume Jane wears that makes her smell so intoxicating. She then did her makeup, and she wondered how Jane could wear none but still be so breathtaking. After that thought, she knew she had to get past the awkwardness of the night before and talk to the detective, to get her off of her mind, at the very least. Suddenly, her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts.
"Isles," she answered.
"Yes, Dr. Isles, we need you to fill in for Dr. Pike on a case. He is out with the flu and a body has turned up in his precinct's jurisdiction," the officer stated.
"Sure, where am I going?" Dr. Isles asked.
The officer responded "Horatio Harris Park. The address is 85 Harold Street."
"Of course. I am on my way," said Dr. Isles.
Twenty minutes later, Dr. Isles pulled up to the scene of the crime. She stepped out of her vehicle and walked toward the police officers and CSRU techs that had already arrived. Her heels made loud click-clack, click-clack against the cement sidewalk, so when she arrived on the scene most of the people turned to look at her.
"Hello. I am Dr. Maura Isles, Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and I am filling in for Dr. Pike," she stated while showing the officer watching the border her badge. She surveyed the scene, which would have looked like chaos to anyone else. To her, it looked refreshingly normal. All of the sudden, she noticed a dark-haired female detective facing away from her that reminded her of Jane. She was tall and slender, and pretty sexy from the back, if someone were to ask Maura. Not that they ever would. Maura told herself to quit getting her own hopes up and focus on work. Then, however, the detective turned around and she was none other than Jane Rizzoli.