June 12, 11:30AM Boston Police Plaza
Jane and Olivia walked out of the elevator when they reached the floor that housed the homicide unit. Jane let out a mental sigh, it was nice to be back in her home turf. It wasn't that she hated New York she just didn't feel comfortable hunting for a serial killer in another cops domain, even if one of the cops was her best friend. Jane and Olivia entered one of the conference rooms, setting down the box's from the Harris-Mandela case on the table. The two women started to tack up the reports and pictures from the two crime scenes. The door opened and Korsak, Frost, Nick, and Frankie stepped in.
Korsak was a big guy with a white goatee and had a soft spot for all things furry and after several years on the force the higher ups finally recognized Korsak's hard work on the force and he was promoted to lieutenant after Cavanaugh retired five years ago. Korsak was a fair guy, allowing to let his detectives to trust their instincts but hardly a push over though. He will tell you to move on from a suspect or drop a motive or take a step back when he feels that you are about to brake. Thats why he was personally going to supervise the progress of the case and how it affected the detectives, Jane and Olivia more than the others.
It wasn't that he doubted these two, no Jane and Olivia where the best two detectives in there units and worked harder then most of the men on their squad. His problem with them was that they were getting too emotionally involved in the case. He could tell by the dark rings under brown eyes. Unfortunately he knew that he wasn't going to get either women off the case.
Jane and Olivia were exactly the same in both appearance and personality. Both olive tone brown eye brunets with appreciation's for the ladies, they both fight against the evil that has scared them physically and mentally. They were both lose cannons, doing what felt right or to get the job done even if it went against the law. What worried Korsak the most was the women's high drive to protect their love ones.
Korsak has been in Jane's life since she entered the force, he thought of her as a daughter and has been in Olivia's since CJ was five. The two women cared deeply about their families, giving their life's to save one of their love ones. This case was difficult because there was a smaller amount of targets and they could possibly be one of them.
Frost carried the same fear and concern as Korsak. Frost worked with Jane for several years and even though he didn't know every detail about Hoyt, he knew enough to know that Jane had a hard time dealing with him every time he is mentioned.
Frankie was the newest member on the team, having joined when Korsak became lieutenant but he knew the damage that Hoyt inflicted on his older sister. Frankie always admired Jane. She was strong and spoke her mind freely. However he knew that behind the tuff mask and brave face that his sister showed the world was a person with emotions. A person who behind closed doors cried after school after being teased on the play ground or why no one wanted to be her friend.
The outside matched the inside when Jane met Maura. From day one Frankie could tell that Jane and Maura where meant to be with each other for they brought out each others hidden strengths. For Jane she could truly be strong and reveal her weak points without being judge but learning how to embrace them. For Maura it was learning how to interact with others and not be afraid that the person that she let in would leave her.
The four men sat in one of the chairs that surrounded the large wooden table. Olivia and Jane finished tacking all of the useful information to the board and took their own seats across from the four men.
"Whose our new victim?" Jane asked. Frost slid the file that he brought in with him over to the two women.
"Katherine Hogan, brunet, 31, was found dead in her town home by her next door neighbor. Her partner Sara Lewis, 32, is missing. Hogan and Lewis have two daughters, twins, age two," Jane suddenly looked up from the folder to Frost.
"Twin girls?" Frost reluctantly nodded his head.
"It gets worse," Jane turned to her little brother. "Katherine Hogan was a nurse. Her and Sara met at in rehab where Sara was being treated for drug and alcohol addiction and Katherine as a nurse. When we talked to the director, he said he saw the growing relationship between the two but didn't stop it because it was helping Sara."
"Where are the girls?" Olivia asked.
"They are with Hogan's sister. Neither parents are involved because Katherine's are dead and Sara's disowned her after she came out to them when she 16, that was when she got caught up in drugs and alcohol."
"Did you talk to their neighbors and coworkers?"
"The neighbor's but not Sara's and Katherine's coworkers because she only works Tuesdays and Thursdays six to eight and we just started working it."
"What do you want us to do Korsak?" they all turned to Korsak.
"Frost and Frankie I want you two to go interview Sara's coworkers. Benson and Amaro I want you two to go to Katherine's. Jane go down to the morgue and bring any of Maura's findings up here," the detectives nodded and left to go do there jobs.
June 12 12:15PM Parking Garage
Nick and Olivia walked over to where Nick parked their police issued Sudan. The tension between the two was thick and it made Olivia uncomfortable. Nick unlocked the doors and he and Olivia got in. Olivia on the passengers side and Nick behind the wheel.
"Nick could you just tell me what's wrong?" Nick tapped his fingers against the steering wheel.
"I don't think you should remain on this case," Olivia looked at him in disbelief.
"You should keep your opinions to yourself." Nick started the car and they mixed into the Boston traffic.
"I'm sorry that I upset you Liv but look at you, you look like you haven't slept in days."
"Mind your own business Amaro or I'll call Cragen and ask him to pull you out and send Fin or Amanda down," would Cragen pull Nick out? Probably not but Olivia has worked under his command longer and their captain knew her better then Nick so he kept his mouth shut all the way to the hospital where Katherine worked.
June 12, 12:15PM The Morgue
Jane finished tying the tie that held her blue smock up. Jane looked threw the window to see the only body that was on one of Maura's many metal lab tables. Jane exited the small changing are and into her wife's common work place.
Katherine Hogan was not what you call pretty or beautiful or anything that will make catch a persons eye and remember, but she wasn't ugly either. Her looks were completely average. Just like Jane's looks.
Jane was not the person who could walk into a room and hold everyones attention in a second. That could never happen with her brown hair in unruly curls that would frizz in the summer, razor sharp cheek bones that some might hesitate to touch and make-up less face made her seem that she didn't care about her self.
She wasn't like her wife Maura. Maura could turn heads where ever they went. She was stylish and always primped and polished perfectly. Maura was exactly what men wanted, blond large breast and long tone legs, men would beg on there knees to go out on a date with her. Jane never took this to granted.
As far she knew Maura was the only one who could put up with her sarcastic forward nature and vise versa she was the only one who could deal with Maura's lack of social skills and constant google-mouth.
The door swung open and the squeak of tennis shoes made Jane focus from the dead body to Maura. Maura was wearing her trade mark blue scrubs, hair under a matching cap, and white tennis shoes, designer of corse. The two women smiled at each other as Maura made her way to the right side of the table, her tools neatly arranged on the metal tray next to her patiently waiting for her attention.
The first tool to receive the blond's attention was a pair of scissors. Starting at the bottom Maura cut a few inches into the hem of the dark blue v-neck nightshirt. Placing the scissors down she completed the tear by pulling on the edges in separate directions. She did the same with Katherine's sleeves and pants.
Now naked Maura took the hose to wash away any blood from the corps skin and hair, the curls in the corps hair became more provident. The next step was the y-incision.
Picking up the scalpel Maura made her first cut into cold flesh. Starting at the shoulder she dragged the scalpel down, the flesh splitting open without resistance, to the valley between the breast. Maura repeated the process, this time with the left side. The two cuts met simultaneously almost creating a perfect V. From the point Maura dragged the scalpel down tone torso, stopping just above the sternum.
Carefully Maura peeled back the three pieces of skin to expose that it was to protect. With the buzz saw Maura carefully broke each rib so she could have more room to remove each organ. One by one the organ's were carefully removed from the body, weighed, then examined closely by the blond. Maura stopped at the heart, the I-have-a-hunch look on her face.
"You have that look on your face Maur what is it?"
"Madeline didn't die from exsanguination," Jane rose an eyebrow.
"Then what did she die from?" Maura looked up from the organ to Jane.
"A heart attack."
June 12, 3:30PM Homicide Conference room
The small team of detectives met again around the wooden conference table, empty place stacked in the center.
"Okay so what did we learn?" Korsak asked looking around the room.
"Sara didn't really have a job," started Frost. "She mostly stayed home with the toddlers but she was a regular speaker at a local community center. She offered support for gay teens and recovering alcoholics."
"Okay what about Katherine?" Korsak looked between the two Manhattan detectives. The two partners haven't even looked at each other since they got back. Olivia took out her pad flipping to the page with her notes.
"Since Katherine worked so few hours a week the nurses that she worked with saw no problem with her. She was pleasant and worked mostly with the elderly and small children. There was one problem."
"And what was that?"
"Though she didn't make a formal complaint, she talked about it with another nurse, Jason Miles. He said that she told him about the inappropriate attention that she was getting from one of the juniors."
"Juniors?"
"Yeah they're candy stripers but that term is apparently offensive to the males so they call them juniors. We talked to the director and he said that he would fax over the list of juniors and we can interview them when they get out of school."
"So collage kids?"
"Yes, and a few high school kids from the local high schools who are in the advance medical programs."
"Okay when the list comes in brake in up between the three of you guys," the detectives nodded and Korsak left leaving the detectives to there work.
June 12, 1:20PM
Sixth period was one of the best time of the day in this retched place. They say that their curriculum is harder and at an advance level I say it's a load of crap. Yes, they do have the best science studies and math classes in the state but I find the rest of the school I can't stand. Like the fact that I have to take four years of language and two fine arts classes. I don't act or draw its beneath me.
Sixth period was my advance anatomy class. We dissect many things from small animals to medium size pets like cats and dogs. I love splitting flesh from bone to see the inner workings of these creatures. It's amazing to see how these puny things are so close to what is inside are chest.
My lab partner makes this class more bearable. She's a pretty blond with loose curls. She is very bright and the way she would go into these sudden burst of facts was memorizing.
However she is not the one I look for in a romantic way. In fact she constantly talks about her soul mate Josh insert-last-name-here all the time. Its quite nauseating. My heart is set on her sister. Her twin sister to be exactly.
Unlike my lab partner, her sister is an enigma. Her interest is in history, wanting to know every moment in time. She isn't as talkative as her sister, wanting to keep her personal thoughts to herself. She is my dark beauty and I understood why my father fell for such a women.
Love or not she and her sister could be, if I done my job right, a crucial part in my plan.
It's a shame that such beauty such uniqueness must be distorted by my hand