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My Lips Are Sealed

Chapter Four

With the bag secured behind the driver's seat and out of sight, Jane drove to her favorite diner, the Grill Line. Jane sped through the streets without glancing too closely at her surroundings, and sang along with the country tune, blasting from the cheap audio speakers. She pulled into the parking lot and screeched to a halt in her usual parking spot, right near the entrance.

Jane opened the car door right as her cell phone rang. Slamming the car door shut, she answered, "Rizzoli."

"Jane, I need you to stop by the morgue. I think you need to see what the lab techs found," Maura said, her voice higher than normal.

"I'm going to lunch, Doc," Jane huffed, leaning back against the car door. "Why don't you grab your fancy coat and come join us. Korsak and Frost should be along shortly, that way you won't have to repeat yourself three times." She rested the phone against her shoulder and crossed her arms over her chest.

"You at the diner?" Maura asked.

Jane heard rustling, and the telltale clanking sound of Maura gathering up her things. Jane huffed, imagining Maura precisely placing each item into her briefcase. "Sure am, see you in a bit," she said, hanging up the phone without waiting for Maura's response. She marched inside the diner, slipping her phone into her front pocket. "Damn these pants," she murmured, wiggling her hips a bit to get the bulky smartphone inside the incredibly smaller-than-normal pocket. "The last time I ever let Maura buy my pants." Finally getting the phone situated, she brushed off the pant legs and took a moment to admire the gray and black pattern. "Very stylish though. Definitely not practical," she huffed, and walked into the diner.

Jane glanced at the counter to see if May, the owner, was around.

"Why, Jane Rizzoli," May squealed, "I'd thought you'd died and gone to heaven…it's been days, woman." She slapped her hands on the counter, and stared at Jane.

"I know, May. The job keeps me busy, you know what I mean." Jane shrugged. "I'm here now, though, aren't I?"

"Indeed so. Where's your team? And that lovely Doctor Isles?" May smiled, winking at Jane.

Jane felt a blush warming her cheeks, and ducked her head. "They're coming. I'll be in my booth, just bring along the usual meal, extra pickles," she said, walking back toward the booth in the far corner. "A whole pickle too this time, May."

"Sure thing, hon." May grabbed her pad and wrote down the order, then slapped on the chefs turntable. "I'm gonna pickle you," she mumbled, then smiled at Jane's retreating back. The detective had been visiting the diner for years and was a favorite customer of May's, though she'd never say as such to Jane.

Jane sat down in the seat by the wall, affording her a full view of the room. She gave the few regulars a brief wave of hello, then turned her head and glanced out the window. Frost and Korsak were exiting their vehicles, Korsak slammed his door then waved his hands around. Jane glanced away from the pair just as May brought over her bottle of soda, setting it down in front of her with a loud plop. "There you go…" May glanced out the window. "Trouble has arrived. I'll bring over their usual drinks." She smiled down at Jane, then marched away.

"Trouble is right," Jane mumbled, taking a sip of her soda and watching Korsak and Frost walk in the diner, look her way, then approach. "What took you two so long?"

"Traffic," Korsak answered, sitting in the seat across from Jane.

Jane snorted. "Sure…"

Frost stared down at Jane, waiting for her to scoot over from her spot in the middle of the bench seat. "You gonna move, Rizzoli."

"Nope."

Frost sighed, then squeezed into the seat next to Korsak, half his butt hanging off the edge. "Can't you scoot more, Korsak?"

"Ahh," Korsak muttered, and scooted until his left arm bumped the window. "I always have to sit by you. One day soon, Jane is gonna scoot over and let you share her throne over there."

"Don't hold your breath for it, Korsak," Jane huffed, drumming her fingers on the table. "So, what are you two going to eat? We got work to discuss, cause the Maura is on her way over here, and has something important to tell me…us."

"We'll get the usual," Frost said, turning to get May's attention. May was already on the way over with their drinks and Jane's cheeseburger plate. "I see Jane stuck to her routine."

"Shut it," Jane muttered, grabbing her plate and scooting it closer. She grabbed the ketchup bottle, then squirted a healthy amount onto her cheeseburger and then onto her pile of crinkle cut French fries. "All mine… enjoy your tuna melt," she laughed, lifting her cheeseburger to take a bite.

"Oh, here she goes, sticking that hunk of meat into her mouth like a prized T-Bone," Frost murmured, watching Jane. He chuckled, then elbowed Korsak. "Bet she gets ketchup on her shirt."

Jane looked over at Frost. "Bet I don't."

"Hey, Doc," Frost said, looking over at Maura as she appeared beside their booth, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Hello, Barry, Korsak…Jane," Maura huffed. "May I sit?" She looked at Jane and raised her eyebrow.

Jane scooted over as she continued to chew, mumbling, "sure."

Maura eased onto the booth seat and pulled out her file folder, opening it up and spreading out the files, careful of Jane's ketchup blobs, dotting around her plate. "Look what I found. Ligature marks…on his testicles."

Jane choked. "What?" She grabbed a napkin, wiping up her sputtered bread bits. "Marks on his balls?"

Frost turned the photos around. "See here, those…have got to be rope burns. But I'm not speculating until Maura confirms the type."

"I think I just lost my appetite," Jane pushed her plate away, frowning at her half-eaten cheeseburger. Maura reached for a French-fry, swooping it in ketchup then eating it. "Gross," Jane muttered.

"Ohh, I get your pickle," Korsak reached for the whole pickle, smiling at Jane.

"Take it, man," Jane sighed, staring at Maura with disgust. "You just had to bring a picture of the male anatomy while I was eating, didn't you?"

Maura shrugged. "I wanted you to see the photos."

Jane slapped the table. "And it couldn't wait until after I'd eaten my pickle?"

"No. Maybe next time, you should order the tuna, like Korsak."

"I'd rather not." Jane slumped in her seat, reaching out and slamming the folder shut on the photos. "I swear, it's a conspiracy against me. Last week, you brought a lab report on Herpes to lunch, Maura."

"It was fascinating," Maura said, grabbing another French-fry.

"Maybe you do it so you can eat all my fries, thinking I won't notice you swiping them, while you calmly eat your healthy fruit salad and show me pictures of torn up genitals." Jane crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm onto the three of you… I'm sooo onto you," she muttered, then turned away from the table to stare out the window, listening to Frost ask Maura a question about the ball burns.

"I'll pay for your meal, Jane," Maura whispered, leaning over as they exited the booth twenty minutes later.

"Thanks, Maur. Next time though, leave the dick pics at the office please."

"I will," Maura said, following Jane out of the restaurant, and winking at May as she strutted by. "Bye, May."

"Bye, Doc," May said, chuckling under her breath. "Oh, she's got it bad for miss Jane, she sure does. What a cunning lady."