AU note: Done! Extra long for you guys and yay, Rizzoli and Isles are back! They make us wait too long.
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Ch. 5: Custody
I discovered that Officer Frankie Rizzoli was going to be my driver to wherever I was going to protective custody. He was telling me all about how he was trying to become a Detective like his sister. "So yeah…I just want Jane proud of me," he sighed.
"She sounds proud, Frankie," I replied.
"Yeah, do you have siblings, Kris?"
I looked away for a moment, "Um…well…it's complicated." I could feel Frankie's eyes watching me; this was definitely a time that I didn't want to tell that story, not at all. I looked up at him, "I thought I had a sibling."
Before he could even say anything, the police radio went crazy. "We got a DB over at Clover and Rocks," the radio buzzed. Frankie turned the radio downed while I sat up a bit, leaning forward a bit.
"Aren't you going to the call," I asked immediately.
He looked over his shoulder, "I'm supposed to take you to Headquarters."
"Frankie, it's just a dead body," he gave me a shock look as I rolled my eyes, "Yes, I learned police codes but, back to the subject at hand, drive down to the scene."
"But-" I pointed to the radio then raised the volume a bit. The radio repeated the call again with me handing him the radio, he took it and sighed, "10-4 on the DB call, on my way." I smiled and quickly moved from the backseat to the front seat, smiling.
We pulled up to a street corner to see the crime scene tape already up. I watched as a crowd surrounded the tape, Frankie placed the cruiser into park. I leaned forward to look out the window but Frankie pushed me back into the seat, giving me a pointed look. "Stay in here," he ordered.
I looked at him then back out the window, "But Frankie…"
"Stay." I groaned loudly and crossed my arms as I slid down in my seat. Frankie then opened the door and walked out to the crime scene. I looked around for a bit to see that it was a small crowd; I zip my jacket up as I got out of the car and walked over.
"I can't believe you, Frankie! That kid needs to be at Headquarters now," I could hear Jane tell her brother. I looked a bit passed the officers to see Maura hovering over a dead body; blood pooled by it. "The murderer wants her dead and this is the first civilian that got killed by him," she pointed behind her.
"Does it matter, Detective," I asked. The two Rizzolis looked at me as I went under the crime scene tape staying within my limit, avoiding affecting the scene.
Jane looked at me, "You are suppose to be in protective custody."
"I get that," I looked passed her and my eyes widened at the body, "That's him." I walked on the scene and crouched beside Maura. "Can you roll his sleeve up?" She nodded and rolled the sleeve and on the arm, staring at me was the dragon tattoo. I bit my lip, "That's the man attacked me."
Everyone circled me immediately at that statement. "You sure," Detective Frost asked.
"I can recognize the big arm that tried to kill me again," I looked down at the body, "but it looks like someone killed him."
"You think," Jane sarcastically questioned.
"Oh it's definite," Maura answered. I looked at her for a moment to see that there was total seriousness in her answer, I shook my head as Jane rolled her eyes, "Maur, it was sarcasm but back to business. You," she pointed to me, "have to go to Headquarters."
I rolled my eyes, "Fine. I'll see everyone there."
Jane's POV
Kris was definitely not the same kid I met that day Frankie got in the crash. She was more mature, independent, and stubborn; it was a deadly combo. Returning from the scene, the first thing I was going to do was talk to Maura about the body.
"Janie," I turned to see my Ma walking out of the Division One Café to grab me to see Kris sitting in one of the seats, eating. "Have you met Kris? She's such a sweet girl; so polite and well-mannered unlike some people."
"Ma, Kris is my witness for my triple homicide. Of course, I met her," I told my Ma. She gawked at me then looked at Kris who simply gave me a small nod.
Immediately, she pulled Kris in a tight hug, "Oh, you poor thing! You will be safe with my Janie and Frankie on the job." I could see Kris turning a bright red, trying to breathe through my Ma's chokehold.
"Ma, let go of Kris." She looked down and immediately released, giving an apologetic smile to the teenager. Kris gave a small smile as I grabbed her by her hood of her jacket, pulling her away.
"Hey, hey, choking me here," I heard her complain. Typical teenager, I released her jacket as she coughed a bit. She looked at me then adjusted her clothes while I pressed the down button to the elevator. "Why do you wear that," I asked her.
"Cause I do," she retorted. Her eyes glanced at me and for a moment, I got caught off guard by the sheer shine of the blue in her eyes; they were as strong and distinctive like Maura's hazel eyes. She yawned, "So where are we going?"
"To the morgue."
"Really?!"
That was not typical. "You sound too excited for my liking, Kris."
She shrugged, "I'm a fifteen year old forensics major at BCU, Rizzoli. I was always…unique."
"I knew that the moment you saved my brother," she quickly looked at me and sighed. "Why didn't you tell us?"
"Cause I've changed." The elevator doors opened and she entered in, looking at me. I stood beside her as she clicked the down button to the morgue.
Maura's POV
I stood over the body on my autopsy table. The body had a gunshot wound to the head in close contact, creating a blast wound that removed part of the cerebral cortex. I looked down at his knuckles to see scratch marks that were consistent to punching someone, that someone being Kris.
"Maura, what you got," I looked up to see Jane enter with Kris quickly following behind. Her contusions were barely visible; either for the fact that she was a quick healer or that she hid it behind make up.
I placed the sheet over the body and pulled out his file. "His name is Dmitri Greggs. A healthy thirty two year old," I informed.
"Gunshot killed him, I assume?"
"Jane, how many times do I tell you never to assume? It might have been a dynamite or-"
"You said 'might' so it is the gunshot wound."
I sighed, "Yes Jane, the bullet killed him."
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Kris curiously grab some gloves and pull the sheet off; she studied the body for a moment then the gunshot wound. "Maura, by chance, did you find a note at the crime scene," she inquired.
A note? "No, I have not." She then pulled a note out of her pocket, the same one she given when Dmitri tried to kill her. She handed it to Jane, "That's the note the killer sent me. He says he was protecting me, I don't understand how unless he's delusional."
"Didn't he say something about deliberation," Jane inquired.
"Yeah, said it was time for his deliberation and that God found him guilty. It's a disorder if I'm correct," I watched as Kris sat down, going to her pocket and pulled out her glasses. She grabbed my laptop and typed on it. "Ah, here it is!"
Jane and I walked over to her and a small article was up on the computer. "Religious delusions are the belief that they are God and or work for God. A common symptom is voices in their heads of religious figures, you get?"
"I understand that but why cops," Jane inquired.
"Authority," I answered. "Cops are authority when on a religious means God is authority also."
"So he's pissed because we have authority. Just randomly killing good men," Jane angrily said.
"Now, he's after cops and me," Kris gently said as she looked up at us. She bit her lip gently then stood up looking at the body for a moment then back to us. "So…who's my guardian in this protective custody?"
Jane scratched the back of her neck, "Sister Winifred."
"Nooooooo," Kris whined. "You got me stuck with her. I'm going to die an early death from her."
I laughed a bit and gently touched Jane's arm, "Jane, how about I take Kris in?" Kris and Jane both looked at me with shock expressions.
"Maura, you have my Ma already at your guest house, Tommy comes with little TJ, and now you want to bring a teenager. It's starting to not be your house anymore," Jane argued a bit.
"Jane, I love the company and your family is mine. Also I don't think Kris won't mind?" Kris shook her head and smiled at me.
"If you want, I can help around the house. It only seems fair," she insisted.
"Then it's settled."
Everyone left the morgue but the computer was still on when an email came in and automatically opened up.
To Detectives and young Kris Marx,
"Everyone knows that time is Death, that Death hides in clocks. Imposing another time powered by the Clock of the Imagination, however, can refuse his law. Here, freed of the Grim Reaper's scythe, we learn that pain is knowledge and all knowledge pain."
This is a warning. Heed it well for I kill you sooner than you think.
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