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JPOV

They rode there in silence again, Jane was doing her best to digest everything that was happening around her, having trouble getting all the facts straight. It was more than halfway into the car ride before Maura suddenly reached for her hand, not turning to look at her. Maura's warm hand squeezed her own, and she smiled at the silent gesture. She let her fingers glide over the soft skin, trying to avoid Maura's delicate texture from rubbing against her rough scar. It was a constant reminder of her imperfections, of how little she deserved someone soft and sophisticated like Maura. She was proud of her scar, for surviving, but pitted against Maura, it was a constant reminder of her blue collar nature. "Jane" she whispered, staring at the long lithe fingers as they responded to her touch.

"hm?" Jane fidgeted in her seat at Maura's touch, she bit her lower lip as Maura traced haphazardly across her hand, then up her arm.

"What did you mean when you said that your computer was hacked?" Jane knew she was trying to distract her, hoping she would give her the answers she was looking for. What she probably didn't know is how distracting even the slightest touch from her was, or how much it actually affected her.

Jane shivered as Maura moved her left hand to Jane's thigh as her right hand continued to be held in her lap. "He, uh, I'm not exactly sure how he did it, but he broke into my computer to send me a message" she rushed out the last part gasping slightly as Maura moved her hand up further, smiling at Jane's reaction.

"Send you a message? How? And what did he say?" Maura moved in closer purring in Jane's ear

Jane's eyes rolled back slightly at the sensation, suddenly swerving to miss the curb, "Jesus Maura!" She growled out, "I can't concentrate when your soo…you!" She scowled at Maura's grin, hating that Maura could affect her so dramatically.

"I can't help it Jane" Maura responded automatically, "your so irresistible, and incredibly easy to…"She let her hand slip in between Jane's thighs feeling her body tense at her touch, another growl escaping her lips.

"Fuck Maur" she moaned softly at Maura's touch grinding her center against Maura's hand.

"Language Jane," Maura softly responded smiling. Jane tried to compose herself, not wanting Maura to know how much she affected her, not wanting to give anyone an edge over her. Despite how much she actually cared about Maura, letting down her guard was not something she did easily.

They pulled up to an underpass to soon for Jane who couldn't stop thinking about Maura's hand and its location on her leg. It had been corded off with police tape, the early morning hour punctuated by the flashing lights as they bounced off the concrete. Jane surveyed the space, it was private enough, easy to dump a body and leave without being noticed. She sighed heavily knowing that they weren't going to have any witness's for this body either. She hoped that they had misread the scene, and it was a natural death. She had had enough of murder and intrigue for a while.

Jane watched Maura carefully, noticing her reaction, concern imbedded in her eyes. She was worried about Maura, she had long ago grown accustomed to being in the line of fire for perverts and psychopaths, but Maura has never had to face this type of fear. She's never been directly in the line of fire and Jane was worried about how she was handling the latest threat. "You know Maur, you don't have to be here. Pike is here, and he can obviously handle processing this scene." She indicated to Dr. Pike's car, an old station wagon parked just outside the police markers.

"I'm fine Jane, just tired" Maura smiled at Jane's concern, she hoped Maura knew her concerned stemmed from a deeper place than just friendship. Now that her feelings were out, now that she had had a chance to feel Maura, hold her, she didn't want to risk losing her and feeling that emptiness again.

They walked up to the crime scene together, Jane taking in as much information as her exhausted brain could process. On the ground lay a young brunette, blood pooled around her in deep red puddles, this is new Jane thought to herself. The body had the similar attack markings on the body. Maura grimaced as she saw Dr. Pike leaning over the body taking notes. "Good morning Doctor" Maura smiled sweetly. Jane hoped they had caught the grumpy doctor in a good mood.

"What's so good about it? Huh?" He grimaced at both Maura and Jane, "Amazing that you even showed up Dr. Isles! I figured you would have left the grunt work to the minions."

Jane rolled her eyes, "what is it with you and minions? Are you some evil mastermind we don't know about?"

"HA! Doubtful!" He growled at Jane, thinking he had her beat.

"I'll say" Jane winked at Maura who couldn't suppress her grin. Jane walked around the body as Maura bent down opposite Dr. Pike. "What's she holding in her hand?" Jane asked pointing to the woman's left hand.

Dr Pike reached with his own hand for the item as Maura reached for tweezers, she frowned as she watched him wretch the hand open and pull out a piece of paper. It amazed Jane that they were both in the same field, despite how different their practice was. "It says: Your Turn" Dr Pike read allowed shrugging his shoulders. He threw the piece of paper into an evidence bag and handed it to Jane who carefully studied it.

Maura softly gasped looking at a look of terror

Jane noticed that Maura was fixated on the victims face, the curly long hair, strong jaw line, her long limbs stretched out on the pavement. She looked so much like herself, she worried that Maura could see the resemblance. Something about the face didn't match up though; her jaw line didn't match up evenly. She indicated to Maura that something didn't match up, they had progressed to not needing words to communicate; just staring at Maura's eyes was enough for her to read here face and know what was on her mind. Maura's eyes confirmed they were on the same page this time, following her gaze to the jaw line. She watched as Maura pulled on a set of gloves before forgetting that she shouldn't be touching the body. "Dr Pike, have you checked her mouth?"

He scoffed his response; "it would be great if you could stop interfering in my job, I'm obviously capable of..." He pulled open the victims mouth, "What the hell?" His voice trailed off as he reached in.

Jane felt her stomach bottom out and her knees almost buckled as she the breath knocked out of her. The scent reaching her nasal cavity, faint she was sure to everyone else, but overwhelmingly powerful to her and Maura. She felt the world spin around her as he pulled out the soft white petals. An entire white rose had been stuffed in the victim's mouth, the message was clear. He was no longer just after Maura; he had also set his sights on Jane.