Okay, here's a nice loooong chapter for you guys to enjoy since the next few days are going to be a little hectic for me and I'm not sure how much time I'll have to update. I hope you like it. I know I enjoyed writing this one. Thoughts and dreams are in italics. Please review! I'm still looking for that elusive first one, but thank you for the favs and follows! –ME
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Chapter 3
Jane stepped off of the elevator and made her way into the bullpen where she found Frost hastily typing away at his computer and Korsak hunched over a file, his fingers worrying the edges of the papers inside.
"Any progress guys?" Jane collapsed into her chair glaring at the new stack of paperwork that had magically appeared during what was supposed to have been her day off.
"Yeah I confirmed her name, Jane." Korsak stood and made his way over to Jane's desk, dropping a stack of papers in front of her. "Jessie Kohler. Age 22. She just graduated from Boston College and was working in a local lab that randomly tested for heavy metals, bacteria, and so on in food and water."
"So that explains the government ID. Any friends or family?" Jane asked as her eyes raked over the pages before her.
Frost stopped typing and jumped in. "I managed to find her file with the Commonwealth and her next of kin is listed as her father who lives in Virginia, but I haven't been able to find any family in the area." Clicking his mouse a few more times before turning in his chair to face Jane and Korsak, the younger detective continued with a satisfied smirk, "I did manage to get into her Facebook account. Seems that our lady in pink lived in an apartment near Fenway with one roommate."
Shifting in her chair before rising with a stretch, Jane looked at the dark circles and drooping eyelids of her partner and ex-partner's faces. "Good job guys. Seeing as we don't even have a cause or manner of death yet, and that it's close to 1am, let's wait till the morning to go talk to the roommate. Head home and get some rest."
Not needing to be told twice, the two men quickly gathered their blazers and headed for the elevators.
"Aren't you coming Janie?" Korsak looked back at the brunette who was leaning over her desk, fingers gripping the edges and head dropping slightly.
Too tired to admonish the older detective for using her nickname, Jane just waved him off. "Yeah, but I told Maura I'd go check on her. She insisted on doing the autopsy tonight and she needs a ride home anyway."
With that, the two men stepped into the waiting elevator, leaving Jane alone in the bullpen. Taking a moment to collect her thoughts, and her resolve, the brunette tucked her badge and gun onto her belt, adjusted her blazer, and made her way down to the morgue.
Under the bright, fluorescent morgue lights Maura was finishing up with her autopsy, replacing the block of organs back into the victim's torso. Since she preferred the use of the Letulle method in which all the organs were removed in one block, the doctor was just making sure the organs were aligned perfectly when she heard the heavy footsteps of Jane's boots approaching from down the hall. A small smile formed on Maura's face as she anticipated the morgue doors being thrown open and the sarcastic remark that would announce the dark-haired detective's arrival. Jotting down some notes for her report, the doctor began a silent countdown. Three, two, and…
"Maura have you figured out why our victim is the color of the pink canopy bed my mother cursed me with as a kid?"
Right on the mark… or is it cue? I'll have to ask Jane.
"Not quite. There are several possible causes for her pink hue, but seeing as the ambient temperature for the past several days has not been below 60 degrees Fahrenheit, I can rule out exposure to the cold. She was in full rigor at the scene and livor mortis had settled which puts time of death between twelve and eighteen hours before we found her, but livor had settled in two different positions indicating that the body was moved a few hours following death." Maura continued to ramble off what she had found during the autopsy, confirming that with the exception of a healing bruise, there were no internal or external injuries.
"I did find though that she enjoyed a medium-grade burger, some sweet potato fries and what appears to be a Belgian wheat beer a few hours before her death," added the doctor as she lifted her head with a smile stretching across her face, the one that was reserved only for the detective. "Stomach contents are my favorite part."
"Eww. Yeah you've told me before Dr. Emeril," replied Jane with her own cheeky grin and a roll of her eyes. As the detective approached the exam table, Maura returned her attention back to the body before her and began to apply the stitches.
"Well if I hadn't checked her stomach contents, I wouldn't have noticed that the pink coloring extended down her esophagus and continued into the stomach," Maura stated in a sing-song voice, adding a little wiggle to her hips.
The words Jane was about to say caught in her throat. The movement of the doctor's hips, combined with the fact that the fabric of her scrub pants was stretched over the curve of her ass as she bent over the table, caught Jane's eye and images flashed in her mind. Images nowhere near appropriate to be having of her best friend.
Jane's hands ran up the doctor's dress-clad back, reaching for the zipper hidden
at the base of honey blonde locks. As she pulled down slowly, a shiver ran over
the pale, creamy skin that was revealed inch by inch. When the zipper ended just
above the swell of Maura's ass, Jane took her fingers and slowly ran them over the
doctor's shoulder blades and under the fabric of her dress, pushing it over toned
arms. Although she couldn't see her face, Jane could hear the shallow, erratic breathing
of the honey blonde as she wriggled her hips and let the dress fall, pooling around her
feet. The detective was left with a view of an open expanse of porcelain skin, ending only at
the black lace of the doctor's panties, no bra straps in sight. With a shaky hand, Jane
reached out, wanting to trace her fingers along the line of lace…
"Jane?"
Suddenly, the brunette found herself standing back in the morgue with her hand outstretched toward Maura who was still in her black scrubs and wearing a curious expression.
"Are you alright? Your increased pace in breathing and the flush forming on your neck suggests that you are experiencing some agitation." Maura tried to look concerned for her friend, but the dark pools of onyx present in Jane's eyes told the doctor otherwise. Jane is aroused.
The detective shifted on her feet and quickly dropped her hand back to her side. The change in position was an attempt to compose herself, but also to try to deal with the wetness that was now present between her thighs.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I… uh… thought I saw-a-poisonous-spider-on-you," Jane rushed her explanation. "I was nervous it would bite you." The detective dropped her gaze to Maura's feet and worried her bottom lip between her teeth, hoping the honey blonde wouldn't push any further. This is so not how I wanted this to go.
Maura just continued to stare at the brunette, not buying a word that fell from her mouth. I wonder what Jane was thinking about. Was it about me? Could she possible be as attracted to me as I am to her? With an amused smile forming on her face, Maura removed her surgical gloves and placed her forefinger beneath Jane's chin, lifting until still-dark eyes, rimmed with chocolate met her own hazel gaze.
"Thank you, Jane. Always my protector."
Jane offered a small, bashful smile in return and the doctor left her finger beneath the brunette's strong jaw. The two women continued to stand there in the morgue, neither one wanting to be the first to avert their eyes.
Slowly, Maura's right hand turned to cup the detective's cheek. It only felt right when Jane turned into the doctor's palm, lifting her own scarred one to rest over the honey blonde's.
"Anything for you, Maura. You know that."
The words were spoken so gently, with such adoration, such reverence, and such love in them, Maura felt her stomach flutter. Although she knew it was scientifically impossible, that the feeling was just caused by blood rushing away from the stomach towards other parts of the body as part of the instinctual "fight or flight" mechanism, the doctor felt what Jane would call "butterflies." She's just so adorable. Just when I feel like I can't love her any more. Maura stopped. Love? Yes. Love. I'm in love with Jane.
With that admission to herself, and the look of pure love in Jane's eyes, Maura did something she never did. She guessed. She guessed that her tender, yet badass detective shared similar feelings toward her. The doctor's hand slipped further behind the brunette's neck, fingers brushing against soft curls. Jane's hand never left hers, but her thumb began to gently rub over the back of Maura's hand.
Since she wore flats when performing autopsies, the blonde was at a significant height disadvantage, but didn't let that deter her. Lifting slightly on her toes and tilting her head back, Maura watched Jane's eyes, searching for any sign that the brunette didn't want this. Instead, Jane brought her right hand up to Maura's hip, resting it there gently and started to lean down.
Two pairs of eyes were locked on each other. Two pairs of lips slowly parted, awaiting the feel of the other. Maura could feel Jane's warm breath ghosting over her own lips as they got closer to each other, the hand on her hip slightly tightening its grip.
The feel of Maura's curves beneath her hand, and the feel of the doctor's fingers at the base of her neck only spurred the detective further. This is it. Jane closed her eyes and let instinct take over as she closed the distance between herself and the doctor.
Lips met, gently at first, but then more firmly. It was a chaste kiss, but the two women could feel the passion behind it, as well as the hesitancy, unsure if this moment was truly happening. Jane was the first to let out a slight whimper as Maura increased the pressure on the back of Jane's neck, pulling the detective closer. The doctor parted her lips and pulled Jane's lower lip between her teeth, nibbling gently.
That's all it took for Jane to realize this wasn't a dream. She was really kissing Maura. Kissing her best friend. Kissing her best friend that she was in love with. This was real.
The hand that had been on Maura's hip snaked around the doctor's waist as the detective's other hand moved to the base of the doctor's skull. Pulling the doctor flush against her body elicited a moan from deep within Maura. Her tongue traced against Jane's lips, asking for permission to enter.
When the detective's lips did part, Maura wasted no time in deepening the kiss. Thrusting her tongue in Jane's mouth seemed to light a fire within the brunette. One scarred palm immediately went to tangle in golden locks, while the other drifted slightly lower putting pressure just above Maura's ass, trying to pull her in even closer. Both of Maura's hands flew into raven curls, pulling the detective's mouth more onto her own.
The kiss grew more passionate and even a little frenzied. Jane started to walk them backwards towards the medical examiner's office, but was interrupted by the clang of autopsy instruments striking the floor as the pair bumped into the table holding Maura's tools.
The sudden, sharp noise caused the women to break their kiss. Chests heaving and panting, the pair stood there in their embrace, foreheads together, eyes locked on the other.
"I should…um…get these samples sent off to toxicology…" Maura gasped, trying to bring her racing heart back down to normal pace.
"Yeah… that's probably a good idea," replied Jane, slowly moving her hands back to lightly rest on the doctor's hips.
Maura gently extracted her hands from the detective's thick curls, now even more unruly as a result of their heavy make out session. Jane dropped her hands and took a slight step back, trying to distance herself a bit so as to not grab the doctor again to continue their previous actions. After all, they were still at work, and the young woman lying on the exam table next to them deserved a little more respect.
As Maura moved to grab the sample jars from the table next to the one that held Jessie, she looked to the detective, doing what she knew would help calm her nerves: relaying information. "I'll need the toxicology reports to confirm, but given the lack of any other apparent cause of death or injury, and the pink coloration of the dermis and internal organs, it looks like Jessie may have been poisoned by carbon monoxide sometime late last night."
"Okay," came the response from Jane, her eyes still full of desire. "Frost and I are going to interview the roommate in the morning, so this will give us something to go on. But for tonight, how about we go home and finish this discussion?"
The honey blonde quickly filled out the paperwork for the submissions for toxicological analysis and placed them into the secured cabinet for the lab to pick up in the morning. Turning back towards Jane, her hazel eyes sparkling, Maura gave her shoulders a quick shimmy with a wink. "Let me just change out of my work clothes, detective."