Rated: NC-17
Chapter 34
B.P.D. Homicide Conference Room – Monday at 4:15 p.m.
Maura has called a meeting in the conference room which is odd. She generally just talks to me, or she asks for me to go down to her office. Then, once everybody is settled in their chair, Maura says, "Carrie Norton is the analyst that used the entire sample we collected from the Mass. Hospital shooter."
"Why are we just finding out?" Korsak asks unhappily.
"Because I just found out today. Kent took the blame initially, but I was able to get the truth out of him today," Maura explains.
"What if she's the female Apprentice?" Frankie asks.
"Everybody in this entire building has their D.N.A. on file. So if the female's Apprentice blood sample matched Carrie, we would have already gotten a hit off her D.N.A.," Maura explains.
"That still doesn't mean she's not involved," I say.
"Agreed, but how are we going to prove it?" Maura asks.
"If she has any connection to the Apprentices' and she finds out we're on to her, she might go underground or simply disappear," Korsak says.
"Has anybody thought that maybe this was just a simple mistake?" Avery asks.
"Avery is right. Maybe we're overreacting," Graham adds.
"It's not a simple mistake. And if it was a mistake, then I should fire Carrie because I can't afford to have people on my team make stupid mistakes. She can compromise every case that's gone through the Chief Examiner's Office. I refuse to let that happen. If she was having problems with the computer, then she should have asked for help before she used the entire sample," Maura argues passionately. It's obvious that Maura is still angry that one of her people either made this stupid mistake or that they sold out to the Apprentices.
"Nobody is perfect. Maybe you should talk to her and see what she has to say for herself?" Graham continues to argue.
"No, we can't do that until we rule her out as an accomplice to the Apprentices or arrest her for compromising our investigation," Korsak says.
"Korsak is right," I say.
"So, what should I do?" Maura asks.
"Keep a close eye on her. Don't let her process any evidence from our case and see what she does," Korsak says.
"What about the Rachel Wilson's autopsy?" Frankie asks Maura.
"She's been out in the elements for too long. From the tool marks on her neck, I can tell you that he throat was slit. But, unfortunately, I can't tell you if she was raped or not if there's evidence of necrophilia," Maura reports.
"Have you identified her as Rachel Wilson?" I ask.
"Her wallet was found a few feet from the body, but I'm running her D.N.A. to confirm her identity. We have samples of her D.N.A. from a hairbrush and toothbrush we found in her home. And I've put a rush on it," Maura explains.
"Great," Korsak says as he takes notes.
I then say to the group, "Carrie is not to know that we're on to her. So keep your mouths shut. If this gets out, I'll know where the leak is, and I promise the guilty party is going to regret opening their mouth."
They all nod and leave. I'm left alone with Maura. As soon as the door closes, she says, "Are you sure this is the best way to handle this? In all honesty, I want to fire her and have her escorted out of the building."
"I know, baby, but she might be our one connection to the Apprentices. So I'm thinking of asking Cavanaugh to let us put her under surveillance," I explain.
"Do we have probable cause?" Maura asks.
"Probably not, but I want to try anyway," I answer.
"Maybe we should use some of the money the Isles Foundation donated to the department to add cameras to the entire Crime Lab and Autopsy Suite. Absolutely everywhere," Maura says.
"That might not be a bad idea," I smile.
"I'll call Mother and see if she can arrange it with the Chief," Maura says.
I kiss her cheek and say, "You're definitely a genius. My genius."
She blushes and smiles, "I'm certainly yours in every sense of the word."
I can't help the huge grin that spreads across my face. I hit the jackpot. I give Maura a soft kiss and extend my hand for her to take as I say, "Come on, baby. You've worked enough for one day. You should be resting and taking it easy."
She smiles and intertwines our fingers as we walk out of the conference room. I'm ready to go home and have a quiet night. Besides, I might get lucky tonight.
F.B.I. Boston Field Office – Monday at 6 p.m.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, why is Jane so stubborn and blind? She and I could be together and happy, but now, she has to make things difficult. I'm the most qualified to protect her from any fucking danger. I've never lost track of Jane Rizzoli. From the first day I laid eyes on her, I knew I wanted her, and she wanted me.
Until the Paddy Doyle fiasco, I don't know what Jane expected me to do. Paddy Doyle was and is on the F.B.I. Most Wanted List. Logically, I would have followed Maura hoping that she would lead me to Daddy, dearest. But, instead, I was only doing my fucking job. I don't understand why she made such a big deal and made it personal.
I honestly thought that Jane would get over it quickly, and we would continue our relationship. I was willing to transfer to Boston's field office. Or better yet, I could have arranged for her to become an F.B.I. Agent. A way, way better job than the one she has now.
Those dark eyes and curls sometimes visit me in my dreams. I've tried dating other women, but I end up comparing them to Jane. She's perfect for me, and I'm not going to give her up. She's brilliant, gorgeous, confident, a true Alpha female. Jane Rizzoli is my perfect mate. I gave up Darlene, and I regretted it. I'm not going to make the same mistake twice.
Jane is just confused. She can't be a lesbian, for God's sake. We had sex, and it was good. I would have been able to tell if she leaned that way.
If I get rid of Maura, problem solved.
I have to be careful and make sure Jane doesn't find out that I'm responsible for Dr. Maura Isles's death. What if I figure out who the Apprentices are and offer to help them? I know step one is for them to kill Maura in front of Jane. As soon as Maura is dead, I'll intervene, kill the Apprentices' and save Jane. I'll lament that I didn't get there in time to save Maura, and then I'll be there in Jane's hour of need.
All I have to do is identify the Apprentices and broker a deal. Then, I'll help them kidnap Maura and hide and watch. But, of course, Jane will be right behind. And when everything is said and done, Maura Isles will be dead, as well as the Apprentices, and I'll get the grand prize, Jane Rizzoli.
I'm starting to like this plan.
Now all I have to do is find Hoyt's Apprentices. I already have a great lead. One of them is roaming the halls at B.P.D. Headquarters. And I know that they were able to switch lab samples.
It would be a good idea to put up some hidden cameras in the building.
Apartment in South Boston – Monday at 7 p.m.
"They're on to you," W says.
"How is that possible? I've covered my tracks, and I've been careful," I say in disbelief.
"They know you're the one who processed my blood sample from the hospital shooting, Carrie. Kent snitched on you," W explains.
"Fuck, now what are we going to do?" I say. If they're on to me, I'm not going to be able to continue to switch blood samples or damage evidence when necessary. I was positive that Kent wasn't going to say anything. Maura must have cornered him and dragged it out of him.
"Lull them into a sense of security, and you have to be on your best behavior," W says.
"For how long?"
"I don't fucking know Carrie. Till I stop hearing your fucking name in the Homicide Bullpen at least," W says in frustration.
"What about Reese Hicks? He's the only person who can link us to Rebecca Anderson and Rachel Wilson. He needs to die before they find him and interview him," I argue.
"Agreed. I'll take care of it," W says.
"Why only you?" I frown. I want to have some fun too.
"Because I'm not the one that is under suspicion, Carrie. I bet you anything that Rizzoli is trying to put you under surveillance as we speak," W says.
"Shit, surveillance? Why didn't you tell me before I came here, you fucking idiot?" I say angrily.
"Hey, show me some fucking respect! I'm on top of this! Surveillance hasn't happened yet, but we shouldn't be seen together from this point to be safe. I'll let you know when things cool off," W yells.
"Burner phones from this point, and I don't know you at work," I say.
"Fine. What do you think if we brand this one?"
I give it some thought and say, "I don't know about that. It could lead them straight to Vic."
"Or they'll just think it's a cigarette burn like they did last time," W smirks.
"It's different now. Dr. Isles is back," I point out.
"But only part-time," W argues.
"No, we can't risk it. If they find Vic, they might be able to find me, and then it's game over. So have your fun but don't brand him," I order.
W is clearly unhappy. I didn't agree with him, but he nods his head in agreement.
With that, I walk out of his apartment. Fuck, I hate I'm on their radar. I have to be very careful, and if all else fails, I can always get W caught. W isn't going to go quietly, and I'm positive he'd rather die than go to prison.
I need to be prepared for all contingencies.
Maura's Home – Monday at 8:34 p.m.
I'm finishing up the dishes, and I'm wondering why Jane went to bed already. She'd usually help me clean up or be on the couch watching T.V. I know it's probably nothing, but I can't help but worry. Maybe she's not feeling well.
Once I finish, I say goodnight to our shadows and make my way to our bedroom. I don't see her when I enter the bedroom, but I feel her walk up to me from behind. She wraps her arms around my waist, and as she begins to kiss my neck, she murmurs against my skin, "So, am I still getting lucky tonight?"
I expose more of my neck, and as I sink my fingers into her hair to pull her closer, I moan, "God, yes."
"Mmm, baby, you can't say things like you said today to me at work," Jane softly says as she continues to kiss any skin she can reach.
"Why not?" I whimper as I press myself to her. Nobody has ever aroused me as quickly as Jane.
"Because I'm going to strip you in your office and see for myself how wet you are, and I'm not going to stop till make you scream my name. And that will probably get us both fired," Jane moans.
"I wish you had," I whine. Keeping my job at the time or now doesn't cross my mind.
"We can't. Too many people around. Now, promise me you'll behave at work, or I'll stop," Jane answers as her hands begin to move up my stomach.
At this point, I'd promise her the sky and the moon. But, instead, I whimper, "I promise, but I still get to kiss you."
As she tugs at my earlobe with her teeth, she murmurs, "Deal."
When she cups my breasts, I arch my back and loudly moan, "I love how you touch me, love."
As Jane caresses my breasts, she moans, "Fuck, I can feel how hard your nipples even though you still have your dress on."
"You do that to me. Strip me so that you can feel them, lick them, pinch them, suck them," I beg.
"Since I left your office, all I've been able to think about is about stripping you and making you come with my tongue," Jane groans as she kneads my breasts.
"Fuck yes, Jane," I beg. My clit is throbbing, and I'm becoming so fucking wet.
I hear her growl and feel her tug the zipper of my dress down. I feel the back of her fingers caress my back as the zipper goes down. Goosebumps are erupting all over my skin. Once the dress is unzipped, Jane pulls it down, and before I know it, it's pooled at my feet. And then my bra joins my dress at my feet. Her hands begin roaming my body, making me moan and groan uncontrollably.
Jane's hands cover my breasts with her palms and groans, "You feel so good, baby. Your tits are fucking perfect."
I start grinding my ass into Jane while begging, "Roll my nipples between your fingers, love. Touch my pussy. I'm so wet."
She slips her hand in my ruined panties, and a guttural moan leaves her throat. I continue to beg, "Rub my clit, baby. Please."
"Like that baby?" Jane moans as she rubs my clit in hard tight circles.
"Fuck, yes," I groan. My hips are grinding down into Jane's hand nonstop. I can't help it; I'm desperate for any release.
"You feel so good," Jane groans into my neck.
"Harder, faster," I beg. I need to cum.
"Come on, baby; I want to feel you come on my fingers," Jane pants.
"Fuck, Jane!" I scream. It felt so good. My body couldn't stop trembling, and the only reason I was still standing was that Jane was still holding me up.
Jane turns me around and kisses me passionately. Her tongue is gliding against mine, and her hands are on my ass, pulling me closer. All I can do is wrap my arms around her and let her take what she wants. After all, I was hers. Mind, body, and soul. I belong to Jane Rizzoli.
Before I know what's happening, she's maneuvered us to the plush chair that was in the corner of my bedroom. She pushes me down, kneels between my legs, and pulls down my ruined panties. I wrap my legs around her waist and pull her into me and kiss her hard as I start undoing the buttons of her shirt. Fuck, I hate buttons. They're not cooperating, so I yank the shirt open again.
Jane breaks the kiss and groans, "I'm running out of shirts, baby."
I latch on to her neck with my mouth and moan, "I'll buy you anything you want. I promise."
I managed to unhook her bra. I'm getting her abs so wet. I begin to roll my hips, and Jane cups my breasts again. I love the feeling of her palms against my nipples. The scars give her palms a wonderfully unique texture that makes my nipples harder.
When she breaks the kiss, we're both panting. She pushes me back and pulls my hips forward. Then, with a smirk on her face, she spreads my legs, and without preamble, she leans down and begins to lick my pussy in broad strokes of her tongue.
"Oh fuck," I groan as I sink my hands into wild curls, as Jane begins to lick my clit. I begin to grind my aching pussy into that amazing mouth.
"You taste so good," Jane moans into my wet flesh. She's taking long licks of my entire slit.
"Suck my clit, baby. Slip your fingers inside. Fuck me hard and fast." I loudly groan.
"Like this?"Jane mumbles as she wraps her lips around my clit and slips in two fingers.
"Yes, yes, just like that," I grunt as I begin to desperately grind my pussy into her hand.
Jane simply moans and continues to suck on my clit as her fingers begin to curve inside me. Fuck, she's hitting my sweet spot. A guttural moan leaves my lips as my grip on her head tightens. I'm so fucking close.
She stops what she's doing just long enough to say, "I love you, Maura."
And that's all I need. I arch my back, and I groan Jane's name as I come hard. My body won't stop shaking. I feel her kiss her way up my body, and when she gets to my neck, I finally sink my fingers in those beautiful dark curls and whisper, "And I love you, Jane. So much."
"You're so fucking beautiful," Jane murmurs against my shoulders. Her hands are cupping my breasts again. My nipples are still so hard.
When she gives me a soft kiss, I murmur, "Your turn. Bed now."
She nods and gives me a soft smile. Jane pulls me to my feet, and I immediately begin to undo her pants. I need her naked, and I need her now. I yank her panties and pants down in one go and push her on the bed. She grins as she slowly moves up the bed, with me following close behind.
When she reaches the head of the bed, I climb on top of her while slipping my thigh between her legs. I can't help the guttural moan that leaves my lips, "You're so wet, love."
Jane wraps her arms around me pulls me down. We both groan in pleasure. "God, you feel so good, Maura, baby."
I pull her left leg over my hip and grind my thigh into her wet pussy, making her loudly moan, "Fuck baby, that feels so good."
As I kiss my way up her jaw, I murmur against her skin, "I love how wet you get for me, love"
Jane's hips begin to buck into me as she whimpers, "Only you make me this wet."
"Mm, you're fucking gorgeous, Jane. You're so long, lean, and strong. Your eyes and curls have haunted my dreams for so long," I whimper as I switch sides, never stopping grinding into her. She's getting even wetter.
"Almost there, baby," Jane loudly groans. Her hips are going non-stop now.
I tug on her earlobe with my teeth and growl, "Cum for me, Jane."
"Fuck Maura, baby!" Jane screams as a orgasm overtakes her. I kiss every inch of skin as she comes down from her high. My thigh is so wet with her cum. Mmm, I need to taste her.
I begin to kiss my way down her jaw, her neck, her shoulders, kissing every scar, every inch of skin I can possibly reach. Finally, I maneuver myself so that I'm between her legs. All I can think is that she's so fucking gorgeous.
As I place wet kisses between her breasts, I feel her hands sink into my hair, making me smile. Next, I move my mouth to her right breast. Jane groans as I flick her nipple with my tongue, "Shit, that feels so good."
"Mmm, wrap your legs around my waist, love," I order. As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I latch back on and begin sucking on one of her nipples while I pinch the other one with my other hand.
"Flick it with your tongue," Jane whimpers as her legs tighten around my waist and her hands keep my head where it is. She's beginning to roll her hips into me. My abs are being covered with her wetness. God, it feels so good.
I smile and begin to flick the hard nub with my tongue and then begin to suck it. Lewd moans are coming out of Jane's mouth, only making me wet again. She's grinding her pussy into my abs so hard. When I suck on her nipple a little harder, I don't only feel her body begin to shudder in my arms, but I feel her cum on my stomach.
A minute later, she loudly groans, "Fuck yes, so good, baby."
At this point, I'm desperate to taste her. I kiss my way down even though her orgasm hasn't subsided yet. When I get to her pussy, I put her legs over my shoulders and slip my tongue between her slit. I loudly groan, "You taste so good, love."
As I begin to lick her clit Jane's legs tighten around my head while moaning, "Your tongue feels so good."
I only hummed and began sucking on her clit hard. Her hips are now bucking up into my mouth. Exactly what I wanted.
Jane puts her hands on my head to keep me in place and whines, "Go inside, baby. Slip your tongue inside."
"Fuck yes," I moan into her flesh. I then slip my tongue inside, and Jane lewdly moans, "Fuck my pussy with your tongue."
God, she's so warm and wet, and she feels like velvet. Jane's hips are now bucking into me, and she's pinching her nipples as she grinds her pussy into my mouth. She's close. I can feel it. I slip my tongue out only to latch onto her clit and suck hard.
All Jane can do is scream my name as she comes into my mouth. I lap up every bit of her cum I can. Jane is only capable of moaning my name as the orgasm wrecks her body.
When I finish cleaning her up, I grab the sheet to wipe away some of the cum that got on my cheeks. I can't help but feel smug. There's no question I can please Jane Rizzoli. I pull the sheet over us as I snuggle into her side. I wrap my arm around her stomach as I murmur into her ear, "I love so much, Jane."
Jane's arm wraps around me and says, "And love you more, Maura."
Confident in our love, we rest.
Maura's Office – Tuesday at 8:15 a.m.
I have the silliest grin on my face. Last night was amazing, and then this morning, Maura surprised me with breakfast in bed. I might be a little tired, but it sure was worth it. Waking up with her is wonderful and going to bed with her is wonderful. I know I don't deserve her, but I don't care anymore. Nobody will ever love her as much as I.
We stopped for coffee, and now I'm walking her to her office with our shadows on our heels. I hate to admit it, but I'm getting used to having them around. But now I have to get used to them being armed to the teeth. We're getting a lot of stares from officers, but there's nothing I can do. Maura must be protected.
Maura hands me her keys, and I open her door. As soon as we walk in, I can sense that something wrong. There's a weird smell, and I quickly see the problem. The flower arrangement is dead. Like in, the flowers are all shriveled up, and there are dead pedals on the table. Maura is covering her mouth, and I can see a tear already running down her face.
"Bloody villains!" Mr. Grant loudly says as he takes in the scene.
I go to Maura, and as I take her into my arms, she buries her face in my neck and begins to cry softly. My arms instinctively grow tighter around her. I look at Mr. Grant angrily state, "Somebody came in here. We both saw the arrangement before we left, and it was perfect."
"Why would anybody do that?" Maura murmurs into my neck. I can feel her tears on my skin, and I can feel my anger growing exponentially.
"I don't know, baby, but I'm going to find out who did this. I promise," I softly answer.
"This is not good. The bloody villains are again rubbing the fact that they can get to them anywhere in our face. And I'm getting sick of it," Ms. Harvey growls. Her cheeks are flushed, and she looks pissed. I love that. I trust them more and more every day. I'm positive that any of them would lay down their lives to keep my baby safe.
"Harvey is bloody right, Aldrich," Ms. Martin says.
"Let's go speak with the lieutenant and check the security cameras," Mr. Grant says as he rubs his temple. I can see the anger and worry in his eyes. He's also getting tired of these fucking Apprentices.
"We should also have a forensic team process this scene," Dr. Lewis adds.
"I agree. While Maura's people process this, I'm going to take her upstairs with me," I order as my arms tighten around my love. Feeling her tears on my neck is only making me angrier.
"That's a good idea. Having Dr. Isles out in the open lab isn't a good idea. This was a direct attack on her," Mr. Armstrong says as he grips his shotgun tighter. Two of them are blocking each door, and I didn't notice when the blinds were closed.
Maura looks at the arrangement and murmurs, "It was so beautiful."
I kiss her forehead and whisper, "It's okay, baby. I'll get you another one."
"But that one was special. It was the first one you ever sent me. Unfortunately, I didn't even get a chance to save one of the roses as a keepsake," Maura sadly says.
I'm getting hotter and hotter under the collar. Nobody hurts my woman and gets away with it. I look at Mr. Grant and order, "Let's leave Dr. Lewis here so that she can supervise the forensic team and everybody else comes with us. I can set up Maura in a conference room while we go over the video in the B.R.I.C. room."
I wipe her tears away with my thumbs and whisper, "Come on, baby. It's going to be okay."
Maura doesn't say a word and only nods her head. As soon as I get a chance, I'll call my florist and Kiki. Robbie should make Maura smile, and he's almost housebroken. I also like that he's becoming very territorial over Maura. He'll only let me get close to her without barking.
I also hope that my florist can put me on a frequent buyer program or something. I'm going to provide her with a lot of business, too.
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