I do not own Rizzoli and Isles. Most of the characters in this story belong to Tess Gerritsen and TNT.
I beta read this chapter myself and I hope I did it justice.
Chapter Thirty Five
"Wh-what?" Maura stumbled over her words.
"You're working with Jane Rizzoli." Charles repeated, gritting his teeth.
Maura was unable to breath for a split second, she had been dreading Charles finding out about Jane more than anymore, the boy adored Jane and when they left for Paris, he didn't once mention Jane, he was after all old enough to understand.
"Is that a question or-or a statement?" Maura asked.
"Unbelievable." Charles scoffed.
"Were you not going to mention it at all?" Charles snapped.
"Wait until I bang into her at your work?" Charles raised his voice.
"Charles, don't-" Maura tried.
"Don't? Don't what?" Charles asked.
"Jus-just don't." Maura whispered, looking down.
"How do you even know I work with Jane?" Maura asked, making eye contact with her son.
"It doesn't matter how I know. All that matters is that I know." Charles barked.
"It-it was a long time ago Charles, it's in the past. The past is the best place to lea-" Maura again, reasoned but her son was having none of it.
"No." The teen argued.
"Cha-" Maura said.
"No Mama. You may be okay with leaving it in the past, but I'm not. She made herself such a big part of it and then never even turned up to say Goodbye." Charles shouted.
"Charles, she had her own life, sh-" Maura reasoned.
"No!" The older boy shouted again.
"Don't you remember how Hope was? Every day for a whole damn year, she asked where Jane was. She never let go of that damn Jersey, every night she cuddled up to it in bed. Don't you remember the night terrors she used to have? Don't you remember how she wouldn't settle because she only wanted Jane?" Charles screamed his face red with anger and his nostrils flaring as he tried to inhale as much air as possible.
Maura was trying her best to hold the tears back, their first year travelling was awful, and she barely got any sleep because of her restless four year old crying every night because she had a night terror. Maura still to this day, never knew what they were about, but she remember how she had to sit with her for hours, and try to calm her down but it was no use, she wanted Jane. Maura had to wait until she tired herself out from so much crying that her little body had no other choice but to fall into a deep sleep. It took a huge toll on their whole family, Ian was staying out or downstairs so he could get a few hours sleep before work, Maura was unable to attend work as she was so exhausted and Charles was falling behind in school as he was constantly falling asleep in class. It lasted a whole year before it suddenly stopped, until she suddenly never mentioned Jane for ten whole years.
"Of course I remember." Maura whispered.
"Yet, she's back in your life just like that?" Charles said his tone much calmer.
"I-I didn't know she worked as a Homicide Detective." Maura said, hoping her son would understand.
"That doesn't answer why she's back in our lives Mama?" Charles asked.
"Sh-she's not, she's just back in mine." Maura replied.
"I saw her walking Hope." Charles said, shaking his head at his mother's life.
"How did you-Charles wait." Maura yelled as her son began to walk off.
"What?" The older boy swallowed harshly.
"Hope bumped into her in work, Charles. She practically ran into Jane's arms. I didn't intend for it to happen, it-it just did." Maura tried to defend herself.
"What difference does that make?" Her son asked, looking much like his father in this moment.
"Hope's happy Charles. She seems to adore Jane, the way she always did." Maura said with a small smile, hoping to convince her son, things were different.
"What happens when she decides to leave again, huh?" Charles snapped at his mother.
"Am I going to pick her up off the floor or are you?" The boy snarled.
"That's not fair. Things are different now. Jane is older, she'd changed she-" Maura stuttered.
"Stop making excuses for her. Jesus, that's all you ever do. Make excuses for everyone. Hope, Ian, Jane." Charles mumbled before he pushed past his mother and walked upstairs.
"Charles, wait. Don't walk away when I'm talki-" Maura said before she was cut off by the sound of a bedroom door slamming. Despite being the age of sixteen, her eldest son still had some of his father's childish ways in him.
Maura sighed and shook her head; this was bad, really, really bad. She knew it was wrong, not correcting his thoughts of what happened ten years ago, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him, it was her who took them away from Jane. She'd never actually told her children what happened between their family for them to suddenly up and move to France, she allowed them to make up their own mines and now, ten years later her decision was biting Maura in the ass.
She began to wonder if he knew about her and Jane had an affair ten years ago. There were numerous times Jane and herself thought he'd seen or heard something, but he never mentioned it. However, there was one time that always stood out to Maura and she wondered if her son understood what he saw at the time.
"Oh shoot." Maura mumbled as she spilt a drop of tea on her new blouse. Shaking her head, the honey blonde placed down her crossword puzzle, rose from her place at the table and walked to find a damp cloth.
Maura was busy attempting to dab out the stain on her blouse when she heard a small but noticeable bang from the foyer.
"Hello." Maura shouted through her house.
"Is somebody there?" The Doctor asked again when she received total silence.
"Miss Rosa?" Maura said, slightly louder as she began to walk out of the kitchen, the honey blonde had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.
As Maura was about to grab her mobile from the kitchen counter, she felt strong hands wrap around her waist and a large hand cover her mouth. Before the blonde could muffle a scream, she heard a deep voice whisper down her ear.
How many times have I told you to lock the door?" Jane husked down Maura's ear before kissing it and releasing the hand from the Doctor's mouth.
"Jane!" Maura whined, her heart was pumping with fright.
"Hey baby." Jane said, smirking as the blonde turned around in her embrace.
"Don't hey baby me, you scared me." Maura moaned, as she crossed her arms.
"I was trying to teach you a lesson. Do not leave your doors unlocked." Jane said before smiling.
"What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be on the school trip?" Maura asked as it was mid afternoon on a Wednesday, a school day.
"Hmm, why would I want to go to a History Museum, when I could spend the afternoon with my gorgeous girlfriend?" Jane teased before she brushed aside the Doctor's hair, giving her access to her neck.
"Jane." Maura warned.
"Mmm." Jane responded as she ran the tip of her nose along Maura's neckline up to her ear.
"Jane, behave. You should have gone, it would've been interesting." Maura said in a harsh tone.
Sorry, I get carried away." Jane said, smirking as she pulled Maura closer to her.
The honey blonde took Jane's hand in hers and place the other on her chest as she looked into those deep dark brown eyes of the stunning Italian.
"No but seriously, I didn't wanna go on that trip because you weren't going." Jane shrugged.
"Jane, I'm the head of Science, not the head of History." Maura teased.
"I know, but I wouldn't have found it interesting without you sprouting out facts." Jane giggled.
Maura looked at the Italian with a pretend hurt look before she tried to pull away.
"That's why…I bought four tickets to go to the History Museum this weekend." Jane smiled.
"Four?" Maura asked, not sure what Jane was saying.
"Yes four. One for me and one for you and the kids." Jane said, smiling when Maura caught on.
"Oh Jane, that is so sweet and thoughtful. Oh honey." Maura cooed as she pulled Jane down into a kiss.
The sweet innocent gestured kiss quickly turned hot and passionate when Jane ran her hot tongue along Maura's bottom lip who gladly accepted.
"Mmmm." Maura moaned into the kiss.
Jane pushed Maura back slightly until she used the counter as leverage and pinned the smaller woman in. Maura twisted her fingers in dark curls and pulled Jane closer and closer. The Italian felt her arousal grow stronger at Maura's bold move, slowly bringing her hands from their destination on Maura's hips, Jane slid them down closer and closer to the tight skirt the Doctor had on. Just as the teen was about to pull the soft fabric up, a small voice interrupted them.
"Mama?" Charles mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he looked up at the two women. Both women instantly shot apart from the other, chests heaving, hair messy and lips swollen and parted.
"Charles?" Maura squeaked, certain her son had just seen the two at it.
The young boy's head tilted to the side before he rubbed his eyes again, looking from his mother to Jane and pulled a grumpy face.
"What are you doing with Mama Jane?" The young boy asked the Italian who seemed frozen to the spot, unable to answer. After a few minutes of complete silence, Maura spoke out, answering for Jane.
"She was just hugging me baby; you know how I cuddle you when you're not feeling well?" Maura stuttered, hoping to settle her son's mind. Charles seemed to consider this before he shook his head.
"You were kissing." The young boy announced, Jane turned paler by the second.
"Y-yes." Maura whispered, unable to lie to her son. Jane's head snapped to Maura, when she admitted it. Charles shrugged and walked closer to the women before speaking again.
"Mrs. Jones in school says that it's okay for girls to kiss girls and boys to kiss boys when saying goodbye or when they've missed them." Charles smiled up at his mother.
"Have you missed Mama, Jay?" The brown haired boy asked. Jane just nodded in response, still unable to trust her voice.
"But, me and Andy talked about what Mrs. Jones said and decided that if you kiss for under a minute, it's okay, but anything longer is bad because it means you love them." Charles laughed to himself as he told his mother and nanny the story.
"And love is yucky. Love is for grownups." The boy nodded to himself before walking to the table and taking a seat.
Jane was just as speechless as Maura and the two stared at the boy in disbelief. Did they really just get away with that?
"Why the hell didn't you warn me he was home?" Jane grunted as she finally found her voice.
"You never really gave me the chance." Maura snapped.
"Plus he was a sleep before you came. He's been home sick with the flu." Maura informed the teenager.
Jane's mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out, scoffing in disbelief, she walked towards the table, squeezing Maura's hand on the way and took a seat next to Charles, helping him colour in some pictures from his sister's book. Maura watched in awe of how a situation that could have ruined everything, turned out so perfect.
Maura found herself smiling as the memory faded away, although her son may have been unsure of what he saw at the time, but now, the honey blonde worried, he'd understand. Looking back now, she was surprised they never got caught. The amount of times, they were so careless, leaving the doors unlocked, texting each other in school, sleeping in the same bed and having sex in a classroom. Maura was slightly ashamed of how reckless she was with something so precious, yet, she wouldn't have changed a minute of it. Now, ten years later, her decisions were starting to affect her, her body was exhausted from work, her mind was confused from her constant arguing with Jane, let alone with her children and her husband were off out of the country, nowhere to be found when she needed him. Ten years later and some things still hadn't changed.
Monday morning came quicker than anyone anticipated. It had been a long weekend for the Homicide squad and everyone had finally gone home last night, only to be back in at nine in the morning. The case was taking its toll on the three Detectives as they found nothing to tie anyone to the single murder which had quickly turned into a double Homicide when the Detectives were called in this morning.
"He tucked her in." Jane said as she looked over the bed with the dead body into Hazel green eyes.
"When's the last time Boston had two strangling in the space of 48 hours?" Maura looked up at Jane with concerned eyes.
"Well, cheer up. Maybe tomorrow will be stabbing day." Jane mocked. Maura rolled her eyes.
"I don't-I don't like this. It's the same mo as the softball girl." Jane looked between Maura and Frost before she turned to the bedside locker and opened a purse.
"Sophie Clark, twenty two." Jane gave a sympathetic smile at the enthusiastic photo on her ID.
"What are you doing here?" Jane said, scrunching her face up as her younger brother walked onto the scene shaking his head.
"I'm working. It's my sector." Frankie replied, rolling his eyes.
"Since when?" Jane asked, knowing her brother used to work Narcotics.
"Since, I asked for a new sector." Frankie replied nonchalantly.
"I want to learn from the best." The second eldest Rizzoli replied. Maura watched the back and forth between the two siblings. Jane couldn't help the small, proud grin she allowed to creep on her face.
"So, where is Korsak?" Frankie teased as he looked around. Maura let out a small laugh and received a cheeky grin from Frankie and a death stare from Jane.
"That's funny. That's great." Jane snapped as her phone rang.
"You like that?" Frankie jested as he looked at Maura.
"Yeah." Jane mumbled.
"Well, you're welcome." Frankie replied quietly.
"Rizzoli." Jane said into her phone.
"Mm, yeah. Okay, thanks." Jane said as she put down her phone and nodded her head.
"We got an ID on the first victim." Jane said, looking at Maura who nodded back.
"I'm going to ride back with the body and prepared to start the autopsy." Maura informed both detectives.
"Okay, I'll swing by later." Jane said before turning to walk off.
"Really?" Maura found herself saying.
"Yeah, why is that such a shock? Am I not allowed in your morgue Doctor Isles?" Jane mocked, referring back to the Doctor threat to freeze her from all cases.
"No, I mean, yes. It's just-I-of course you're allowed in my morgue Detective." Maura stuttered.
"Good." Jane replied a smirk tugging her mouth.
"Yes." Maura smiled before walking off.
An hour later, everyone was back at the precinct busy trying to find a lead in the case.
"Mary Sullivan, Sophie Clark." Jane said out loud as she read the names that came up from the database search.
"That's weird." Jane mumbled as two pictures of women who died in 1964 and 1962 appeared.
"Uh, run it again." Jane said as she leaned over Frost.
"Check the cold case database." Korsak said entering the room with a cup of coffee.
"Why?" Frost wondered as he looked up.
"Just do it." Korsak replied.
"Oh wow, Sophie Clark was a victim of the Boston Stranger, 1962." Jane said as she read from the computer screen.
"He got Mary Sullivan in 64'." Korsak said shaking his head.
"Yeah, we got him in '67-Albert Desalvo. He confessed to all 13 of the murders." Jane pulled a face.
"He died in prison in uh-" Jane said as she struggled to remember the exact year.
"73. Stabbed by an inmate." Frost filled in as he brought up the case on the computer.
"Rizzoli think." Korsak tired.
"We got two new strangling. Same names." Korsak said, fearing the worst.
"It's a bizarre coincidence." Jane said.
"Or we've got a copy cat." Jane said as realisation hit her.
"No." Korsak shut the thought right down.
"Some veteran cops never believed Desalvo was the Boston Strangler." Korsak explained.
"Yeah, lots of cops do." Jane argued, looking to Frost for support.
"So, why is it a cold case? An open homicide investigation, Jane." Korsak snapped.
"Never solve." The older man said in a sarcastic tone.
"Come on. What are you telling me? That the Boston Strangler is back?" Jane laughed, only to go quiet when Korsak nodded, along with Frost.
"You can't be serious?" Jane asked, her mouth hanging open. Frost shrugged in reply as he tilted the computer screen towards Jane, allowing her to see the newspaper clippings of the Boston Strangler.
"I was ten when it started. The city went bonkers, panic like you've never seen." Korsak explained as he remembered his childhood.
"Yeah, probably because women were being strangled in their own apartments from 62' to 64' and the Boston cops couldn't catch him." Jane mumbled as she took a seat next to Frost.
"My mom still talks about it." Frost shook his head at the number eleven on the screen explaining about the eleventh women to be killed by the Boston Strangler.
"People were furious with the cops; the bosses would have done anything to get the public off their backs. It was like jack the ripper found Boston." Korsak said as he played a video of the police arresting a man.
"Yeah, you're forgetting one thing. Desalvo confessed." Jane said as she rolled along on her chair over to Korsak's desk to watch the video of the smug face of Desalvo in cuffs.
"Because he loved the attention." Korsak said, shaking his head as the young man smiled at the camera.
Jane rolled her eyes at Korsak's words.
"I told ya, banana head." Korsak mocked as he shook his head.
Jane was still not convinced, she stared at her mentor and pulled a face.
"All right then, how did he know the details? You know, the apartment layouts, the way the bodies were strangled. Read his interviews." Jane snapped as she threw a folder on Korsak's desk.
"He was a serial rapist in and out of the clink. Shared a cell with the real strangler is what some think." Korsak argued as he brushed off Jane's attempt to convince him, his guy is a copy cat.
"Korsak, it's been forty years. Even if the 'real' strangler has been behind bars and he just got paroled, he'd-he'd be in his sixties." Jane said shaking her head before she began to move away from Korsak.
"Hey, Mick Jagger's in his sixties." Korsak argued.
"Oh, well, that's our first suspect." Jane snorted.
"Jane, just think about it. It's a possibility this guy is the real Boston strangler." Korsak said losing his temper at Jane's unwillingness to even consider his theory.
"Korsak come on." Jane said, rolling her shoulders.
"Just, consider it Jane!" Korsak snapped.
"I don-" Jane tried.
"Jane, it's just a theory. We don't know if it will lead anywhere and nor do you…so please?" Frost interrupted, knowing his best friend just needed a little persuading.
"But-I-we-fine." Jane gave in. Korsak and Frost smirked at each other from across the room.
"But first we find some evidence to go with this 'theory'." Jane air quoted.
"Basement?" Korsak said to Jane, smiling at the younger Detective.
"Basement." Jane replied, rolling her eyes at the older man's enthusiasm.
"Frost, you okay to see how Doctor Isles is getting on with the body?" Jane asked as she shrugged on hr jacket.
"Erm, yeah-yeah." Frost replied a bit hesitantly. Jane smirked; she was trying her best to make her friend get used to being around bodies.
Jane and Korsak smirked at each other as Frost's face turned pale at the thought of watching the autopsy.
"Jane." Frost shouted as the two experienced Detectives started walking out of the bullpen.
"Yeah?" Jane replied, turning back to face her partner.
"You're still coming to the autopsy right?" Frost asked.
"What? Need me to hold your hand?" Jane teased.
"Very funny." Frost said.
"It's just, you told Doctor Isles you would." Frost mumbled, Jane just caught on to it.
"Yeah, so?" Jane replied, her face turning dark.
"Well, sh-she was so excited that you said you would-and-and well you haven't really spent much time in the morgue and I just thought you were getting somewhere with the Doc." Frost stuttered out, seeing the look on his best friend's face.
"If I have time, I'll swing by. If not, she'll have to deal with it." Jane said short tempered.
Frost released a breath when Jane stomped out of the bullpen, rolling his eyes, he headed down to the morgue.
"Reckon we'll find much down here? It has been forty years." Jane mumbled, still reluctant to be a part of this plan.
"You know what's up there?" Korsak said, smiling to himself.
"Yeah, that's where I take my naps."
"Old files of the Boston Strangler." Korsak said nodding his head.
"I thought those were locked away in a vault somewhere." Jane said, her mouth hanging open, maybe they were going to get something out of coming down here.
"Even better. They misfiled the evidence on purpose." Korsak replied.
"Here, hold the light." The older man asked his former partner as he passed over the torch and began to fumbled with boxes.
"Here they are." The older man said as he blew the dust off the obviously hardly used box.
The two detectives took a seat on the basement floor and began to root through the forty year old evidence, hoping, praying to catch a break in their case.
"Hey, listen to this. Desalvo wrote a poem." Jane cleared her throat.
"People everywhere are still in doubt. Is the strangler in prison or roaming about?" The second Jane read the words out loud, she began to think maybe Korsak was right, maybe Desalvo was just the fall guy for the real Boston strangler because he loved the attention.
Korsak shook his head at the poem, a banana head indeed.
"O'Malley? Worked with him." Korsak said as he looked down at the case file.
"Died of a heart attack at forty." The grey haired man mumbled.
"Fitzferald-great cop." Korsak said enthusiastically until his face turned dark.
"Shot his wife, then himself." The older man said shaking his head. Jane's eyed widened in shock.
"This case killed a lot of good men, good careers." Korsak stated as he remembered back to his youth.
"Gee, I can't wait to dive in. I'll sure Riley will thank you." Jane teased, hoping to lighten up the mood.
"Leahy. I forgot about him." Korsak said, his tone softer as he began to stand up.
"I know where to find him. Come on, he's a great guy." Korsak said as he began to race off.
"W-wait, I-I want Maura to look at some of these." Jane said as she gathered bits and pieces of evidence.
"Maura huh?" Korsak grinned, it looked as though Jane was finally taking to the Doctor.
"What?" The Italian asked.
"Nothing. You're gonna have to smuggle that out then." He indicated to the evidence.
Jane looked around at first, looking for a way to get it out before her eyes landed on Korsak's jacket.
"You don't need this. Give me this." Jane said, tugging at his jacket before rolling up some of the evidence inside it.
"Let's go." The Italian said as the two walked out of the basement.
No more than an hour later, Jane and Korsak were heading into the Dirty Robber.
"What are we-" Jane started before she was cut off.
"Kenny. Vince Korsak." Korsak said with a proud smile to a white haired man who was sitting at the end of the bar, with a glass of scotch.
"Korsak. Kid you haven't aged very well." The older man said to the slightly younger man.
"Oh, you look the same." Korsak said, laughing at his old work colleague.
"Mind if we join you? This is Detective Rizzoli." Korsak said as he held his arm out towards Jane.
Hello." The Italian said politely as she held her hand out to shake.
"Detective, huh? I heard they were putting girls on the job." Kenny said, laughing as he stood to take Jane's extended hand.
"Yeah, they even let us drive our own cars." Jane joked, earning a chuckle from the older man.
"I'm familiar with the great work you did on the strangler case." Korsak said, the smile instantly left Kenny's face.
"The Boston Strangler huh? Case ruined my life." Kenny said, his hand turned into a fist.
"Cost me my wife and kid." Kenny said before downing more than half his glass of scotch in one.
"They threw me out of homicide." The older man mumbled under his breath.
"Detective, what if you were right? What is Albert Desalvo really wasn't the Boston Strangler, like you were trying to tell everybody?" Jane said, hoping the older man would open up.
"It doesn't make much difference what I thought." Kenny said shaking his head.
"But you thought they had the wrong guy?" Korsak asked, confused as to why he had given up.
"They did." Kenny said, looking towards Vince.
"And if he's alive, he's still out there." Kenny grunted as he downed another shot of scotch before he stood to leave.
"Detective wait." Jane said, also standing.
"Look, you were once a good cop. I'm a good cop, even though I'm a girl." Jane said looking up at the older man.
"I-If you-if you think of anything, please give us a call." Jane said, fumbling around before she pulled out her card.
Kenny looked down at the card; Jane had pushed towards him on the table and shook his head.
"Good to see you, Mac." The older man said, patting Korsak's back as he completely ignored Jane and walked out of the Robber. Jane rolled her eyes and shook her head before looking down at Korsak as if to say, what a waste of time.
Meanwhile, back at Boston Police Headquarters, Maura was busy scrolling through pages and pages of shoes online. She had been waiting hours for the Detectives, particularly one certain detective to come down to the morgue before starting the autopsy, but they took too long so she went ahead and started.
"Find anything?" Frost's voice rang through the morgue.
"Oh." Maura said as he slammed her laptop screen down, knowing she'd been caught looking at shoes. Feeling embarrassed and trying to hide the blush she got up and walked to the body.
"Very sophisticated killer." Maura said as she looked to Frost indicating for him to follow her over to the body.
"No forensic evidence so far on either victim." Maura said, shaking her head before she pulled the white cover off the second victim.
Frost looked at the body who's autopsy had been completely and felt his stomach tighten. The black man started to gag and held his hand up to his mouth.
"Uh, oh. Sink, sink, sink." Maura shouted as she pointed to the small sink at the end of the room.
Frost managed to get to the sink in three strides before he threw up everywhere. Maura shook her head and tried to hide her amusement, before turning back to the body.
Once Frost was finished, he rinsed his mouth out with tap water before walking back over to Maura with a guilty look.
"Korsak's calling me BBK." Frost said to Maura, who was putting on some blue gloves. Noticing the medical examiner, tilted her head, not understanding he continued.
"Barf bag kid." Frost said to the honey blonde who now understood and shared a sympathetic smile, knowing exactly what it was like to be teased and name called.
"Crowe's leaving plastic puke everywhere." The black man continued.
"You're not the first Detective to be sicked by death. You just have to find your morgue legs." Maura said, hoping to make Frost feel better.
"I read a study that said people can conquer this kind of thing with repeated exposure. Like when you're afraid of dogs or flying." Frost said, knowing Maura would know something about it.
"Oh, Immersion therapy. It's very effective. It worked for me." Maura said smiling.
"What were you afraid of?" Frost found himself asking.
"People." The honey blonde shrugged as if it was nothing.
"Live ones." Maura elaborated when Frost pulled a face.
"She'll never judge me, tease me an-and I can help her. I can speak for the dead." Maura said sympathetically as she looked down at the young girl.
"Come here. Come." Maura said, waving her hand to Frost.
"Right." Maura started as Frost walked over to her.
"Now, we're just gonna-we're gonna open her up." Maura said, as she stood behind Frost and took his hand in hers and took the scalpel. Guiding his hand, she re opened her chest.
"Were gonna take a little look inside." Maura said, amazed the younger man seemed to be okay so far.
"Okay, now breathe." Maura said smiling as Frost held his breath.
"Actually, don't inhale." Maura changed her mind as the smell was extremely strong.
"Just follow my finger." Maura said, smiling as Frost seemed to relax slightly.
"Whoa, look at you." A husky voice said from the doorway.
Maura looked and was surprised to see the tall, slender figure of Jane, leaning against the door frame with a smile on her face.
"Hey, Jane." Frost said, a small blush creeping on his face.
"Um, thank you." Frost said, clearing his throat before he turned to Maura and handed her back the scalpel.
"Um, I'll be upstairs." Frost mumbled as he looked between the two women, embarrassed by being caught trying to get over his fear, even if it was his partner.
Maura smirked to herself, Frost was acting as if his mother caught him with his hand in a cookie jar.
"Well, no. I-I don't want to interrupt." Jane teased as her partner walked past her.
"No, it's okay." Frost said. holding his hand out.
"I don't want to get in your guy's way." Frost continued as he slid past a suddenly quiet Jane and out of the morgue.
"Detective Rizzoli, how nice of you to show up." Maura said as she walked closer to the Detective, breaking the awkward silence.
"Yeah, well, I've been busy." Jane replied, fidgeting with the evidence in her hand.
"As always." Maura said under her breath.
Jane heard the comment but decided not to take the bait. Walking over to one of the empty tables, she placed down the evidence wrapped up in Korsak's jacket.
"What is that?" Maura asked as she walked over to the opposite end of the table.
"Evidence." Jane mumbled, stating the obvious.
Maura tilted her head to the side and picked up a blue glove as she opened Korsak's suit jacket to reveal a mini skirt.
Maura gasped and put down the glove before picking up the item.
"What? What is it?" Jane asked as she watched Maura's reaction.
"Oh, darn it." The honey blonde replied and looked at Jane sadly.
"What?" Jane repeated, loosing her patience.
"I thought it was an original Mary Quant." Maura said, sighing as she held up the mini skirt to show Jane.
"I thought you found something useful." Jane snapped.
"Well, mini skirts freed women." Maura argued it's importance. Jane rolled her eyes in response.
"They were practical and liberating." Maura said smiling.
"Can you get DNA off of it?" Jane asked, hoping they would find something useful in this case.
"No, it-it's been handled by hundreds of people, and it wasn't stored properly." Maura said shaking her head at the poor system.
"Well, you better come up with something, or there are gonna be a lot more women with bows tied around their necks." Jane snapped shaking her head at her pointless trip down here.
"Y-yes, I-I am trying." Maura said to herself as she brushed the black hair of the corpse back out of her face and smiled sadly at her.
Jane saw this and stopped in her tracks, she could tell something was bothering the Doctor and for once over the past few months, knew it wasn't anything to do with her. She could clearly see how down the Doctor had been recently, she looked tired and stressed, her body language was constantly tense and she had dark circles under her eyes. She understood Maura's frustration with not having a break in this case and knew exactly how emotional it could get. One side of her was telling her to leave, that Maura deserved to suffer some form of pain in whatever was bothering her, however the other side was telling her to ask about it.
"Hey, we-we will find something, anything to break this case okay?" Jane said before her brain could catch up with her mouth.
The honey blonde doctor turned around when Jane said this; she looked at the Italian as if trying to read her face before nodding and giving her a small smile.
"I-is-is everything okay Doctor Isles?" Jane asked as she walked closer to Maura.
"Why, yes, thank you Detective." Maura said avoiding eye contact.
"Nothing you want to talk about?" Jane pried.
"Nothing work related, no." Maura said, hoping Jane would get the hint.
"It-it doesn't have to be work related you know?" Jane whispered.
"Are you saying you're willing to discuss something with me that isn't work related?" Maura asked astonished at Jane's willingness.
Jane suddenly felt her walls build right back up, she meant nothing by this, she simply wanted to clear the Doctor's mind off whatever was bothering her because they needed her for the case. Yes, the case Jane convinced herself.
"We need you to have a clear mind when examining these bodies, Doctor Isles. S-so if talking about whatever is on your mind helps, then yes, as your work colleague, I'm willing to listen." Jane said her tone suddenly extremely professional. Maura scoffed before laughing lightly.
"I-It's just teenage boys, th-they are much more difficult than I ever expected." Maura said as she straightened out some tools on the table.
"Charles?" Jane whispered, feeling her heart tighten.
"Y-yes. H-he seems to be going through the typical teenage rebellion stage in his life a-and well, I'm not as young as I used to be and I'm finding him more difficult to control." Maura poured out, surprised at how relieved she felt getting it off her chest.
"Maybe, you shouldn't be trying to control him? Maybe just leave him to it?" Jane suggested as she crossed her arms.
"With all due respect but unless you have a teenage son, please don't insist I leave him to it. It's not that simple." Maura snapped, unsure as to why she was getting so defensive.
Jane was taken back, very back by Maura's outburst. Despite everything, the Detective was willing to listen to Maura and try to give advice, only to have it thrown in her face.
"Jane, i-I'm sorry. I didn't mean t-" Maura tried.
"Jesus, I was only trying to god damn help you out. You wanted my advice and I gave it. You know what? Next time sort your own trouble in paradise out." Jane shouted before walking for the door.
"And need I remind you, it's Detective Rizzoli." The Italian snapped before she stomped her way out of the morgue and up to the bullpen.
Maura cringed and shook her head, why did she have to mess everything up, just as it was going so well? Rubbing her eyes, the Doctor headed back to her laptop in the hoping to find something to relax herself.
Shoe shopping always did the job.