I am hoping for a little bit of humor in this chapter. Jane could have gone to Cambridge too (Chuckles) and Jane is closing in on her killer. WHOO! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews.
~Snow
The car ride to Maura's place was comfortable and quick. All to quick. Maura bit her lip thinking of her evening, and morning, and later morning. Maura was not in the least bit surprised that Jane was an exceptional lover, but the way Jane played her body like her piano did make her wonder.
"Jane," Maura voiced over the low volume of the radio, "You are… I had…" Maura sighed and took a breath. A hand clasped her own and she looked to their entwined fingers. Then chanced a glance toward Jane. She lounged in the passenger seat fully dressed and ready for work. A cheeky grin on her lips told of their… ahem… shower.
"Just ask your questions Maur. I promise I will never lie to you," Jane said. She knew the other woman couldn't lie to her. It was only fair to give her the same curtesy. Maura smiled weakly and nodded.
"Have you slept with women before?" Maura blurted into the cabin of her car. Jane blinked, and Maura internally yelled at herself. Jane's thumb stroked Maura's wrist.
"Why?" Jane asked wondering what in the world prompted this line of questioning.
"Well, I had no doubt you would have been a wonderful lover, exceptional in fact, but…" Maura swallowed, "But you seemed to know what you were doing… with my body."
"Maura," Jane began but let go of her lover's hand and looked out the window watching trees go by, "I have never slept with another woman before. I never really thought about it before I thought of us becoming more than friends. Sure, I find some women aesthetically pleasing, beautiful even, but all of my experience was with men," Jane confessed. Maura placed her hands on the steering wheel.
"So, you are a natural at lesbian sex?" Maura asked smiling slightly to relieve the tension.
"Hardly," Jane chuckled but looked out the window, "I…I… Maur does it really matter?" Jane asked as she turned toward Maura.
"I guess not. I was pleasantly surprised," Maura replied her interest piqued. Then she heard Jane sigh, and she peeked over and saw the detective bow her head in embarrassment.
"I don't wanna start a relationship with doubts, or secrets," Jane said and took a deep breath, "You can't tell anyone," Jane growled pointing a finger at Maura. Maura smiled and pulled her finger tips over her lips and pretended to lock her lips shut and threw away an invisible key. Jane stared at her and let out a deep breath then took another one.
"I studied," Jane whispered.
Maura blinked, took her hand from Jane and placed it on the steering wheel, and clutched the turning apparatus. She looked over at Jane and saw her dejected look on her face and Maura couldn't keep it back any longer. She laughed, she full on belly laugh making Jane cross her arms over her chest, and pout as they pulled into Maura's drive way. Maura cut the engine and reached over to Jane, but Jane jerked away petulantly.
"Jane look at me," Maura pleaded with a smile on her lips and a gleam in her eye.
"No, you laughed at me," Jane stubbornly sat as far as she could from Maura.
"Oh Jane," Maura said, and she reached out and pulled Jane by the collar of her shirt over and kissed her. Maura kissed Jane for all it was worth and when Jane finally relaxed, and Jane's lips messed and molded and gave and took along with Maura's Maura pushed away licking her lips, tasting Jane on her lips.
"You went out of your way to read and research for me," Maura took her fingers and pulled Jane's face toward hers to look at her to see her, "No one has done that for me, Jane. No one. I simply laughed because you must have devoured what ever literature you have read because you were exquisite," Maura said tried to get Jane to open up. Jane's posture softened.
"Yeah?" Jane asked softly with that rasp that sent Maura in to shivers when she heard. Working with Jane will be interesting now that she has heard that voice, deep and husky shout her name in the throes of passion.
"Yes," Maura confirmed then opened the door and they got out. Jane let Maura race to the stairs, but Maura turned around quickly and eyed Jane, "I want those books," Maura stated, and Jane grinned.
"They are in my Kindle Library. I'll lend them to you," Jane promised.
Maura nodded and padded upstairs. Jane turned when she heard some one nosey clear their voice from the kitchen. Angela stood there with a coffee mug cradled in her hands held up toward her lips. Jane could see the wide smile on her mother's lips and it made Jane's stomach twist. She walked to her mother as normal as possible.
"So how did it go?" Angela asked.
"Fine," Jane replied to her mother not wanting to give Angela too much information. Then Jane turned her head toward Angela and their gazes caught. Angela's eyes grew wide, and Jane snapped her head away.
"Janie," Angela said softly, and Jane went to stand and walk from the kitchen, but Angela was quick, very quick, "Jane Clementine Rizzoli, you will stop right there!" Angela busted out the middle name and Jane cringed and stopped as her mother stood before her.
"I am happy for you Jane," Angela said softly and then placed her hands-on Jane's shoulders, "Do I want details… no, but do not run scared from me, your mother. I know that Maura makes you feel Jane. Don't blow it, don't run from it, and dont be afraid of her," Angela placed a hand on Jane's cheek, "Be good to each other," Angela said softly. Jane placed her hand on Angela's wrist, squeezed it and pulled from Angela as she heard a soft clearing of a throat.
Maura stood there as gorgeous as ever. She wore light make up, and her normally down and perfect hair was twisted up onto her head. The Navy-blue skirt and baby blue blouse were breathtaking. Maura looked at Jane and then Jane looked to her mother. She knew Maura heard almost every word that was said.
"I wont Ma. I promise," Jane then smiled toward Maura and offered her arms, just as Maura did for her last night, and off to work they went.
OOOoooOOOooo
"Jane," Frost beckoned as she walked through the elevator doors. She already wanted to go back to Maura and do…. Other things, but murder calls.
"What's up?" Jane asked as she took off her jacket and looked at Frost as he tapped the keys on the key board.
On the projected screen sat the Face of Corrine Little, and that of the unidentified man. Frost didn't have to say a word as Jane looked at the faces side by side. Jane looked to Korsak, and Frost.
"Ill be damned," Jane whispered. Jane sprang to her desk and went through her notes and dug out Corrine Little's phone number.
"Frost can you run search on her number and see if connects to any of our vics cells before the time of their murders. Let's say the timeframe could be anywhere 24 hours before the TOD," Jane paced as Frost ran the number, and then her brought up the records on the monitor on the wall. Jane and Korsak smiled.
"Gotcha you son of a bitch," Jane turned back to Frost, "Now is she a male or a female because that was a real looking disguise?" Jane asked, and Frost's face fell.
"Jane how am I supposed to find that out?" Frost squirmed when Jane watched him.
"Maybe she is so distraught after the untimely death of her lover she would want companionship of a friend," Jane supplied.
"Yeah, stud. Go for it. She is cute," Korsak laughed as Frost glared at both of them.
"But what if she isn't a She?" Frost tried to argue.
"That's what we are trying to figure out, Detective," Jane grinned evilly at him. Frost slumped back in his seat.
"How in the hell do I get into these messes?" Frost groaned.
"Maybe I can help," a voice came from behind them. Jane smile as she turned, and then crossed her arms as she waited for Maura to continue.
"The DNA from the skin tissue collected from under the nails of your latest victim says that it is definitely a female," Maura stated reading from the file looking at Korsak who took the file. Korsak chuckled at Frost, and Jane had to admit his color came back to his face. She was asking a lot from the guy.
"Frost can you put up the side by side you showed me?" Jane asked her partner and then turned to Maura, "Do you think this is the same person?" Jane asked, and Maura looked closely. Then she shook her head.
"I don't know but these images are very close, almost identical. I would guess…" Maura flashed a smile at Jane, "But I don't guess, but it might be possible that they could be twins but with out testing and conclusive data and proof it is simply a theory," Maura rambled.
"So it is a guess?" Jane asked toying with Maura. Maura playfully narrowed her eyes and turned to Korsak.
"It is not uncommon for twins to be close in looks," Maura said to the older detective and he nodded.
"This takes me back to a case where it was a duo killer. They could not figure it out because they looked so much alike that with a little make up and a wig they could pass off as each other," Korsak looked up from the file to Jane, "This might be similar."
"We need to interview Corrine Little again. Korsak can we get her to do a lie detector exam?" Jane asked but Korsak shook his head.
"Not without a court order or voluntary participation," Korsak replied.
"Alright," Jane paced and then she looked up and turned to Maura, "Can you be there to read her face? Ya know, the facial twitch stuff you know?" Jane asked. Maura nodded.
"Alright," Jane said slapping her hands together and rubbing them together, adrenaline racing through her body, "Lets to get moving," Jane looked at Frost, "Can you be on the look out for someone that looks like Little?" Frost nodded and then he grabbed his wallet and shield from his desk and raced to the door to the Ballet. Jane and Korsak stood there looking at the file with Maura.
"Vince this feels weird," Jane said, "Something seems off," Jane said and then sat down looking off into space thinking, "Why? The big motive, why go through all of this? Stephanie Blackwell said the killer said it was their time. Being the star can't be the reason could it? Its too simple, too easy, and so over done," Jane asked and sighed. Maura sat across from her in a chair just as Korsak did. Jane couldn't help the lift of her lips as she saw Maura smiling back at her.
"How was the ballet?" Korsak asked the two and then they blinked from thoughts of last night and turned toward Korsak. He was all smiles.
"Vince," Jane began but she was cut off.
"I don't care Jane, but I don't know how Cavanaugh would take you two fraternizing, so be careful, and lay low," Korsak advised and stood to go to his desk leaving the two women sitting across from each other.
"He is right, and we didn't talk about how we would behave at work," Maura said shifting slightly.
"There are already rumors about us," Jane scoffed then leveled Maura with a stare, "Short of pretending to hate each other, I am not sure how I could keep my hands off you," Jane whispered. Maura smiled lovingly and nodded.
"Do you want to keep a distance?" Maura asked and looked away.
"No, never, but how about we play it as professionally as possible, okay?" Jane offered, and Maura nodded looking at her hands, "Maura," Jane said softly making hazel eyes look up, "I love you."
Maura's breath caught, and her eyes glassed over with an onslaught of tears. She blinked them back and nodded and stood, posture straight and proud.
"I love you to, Detective," Maura smirked and then walked back to the elevators, and then to the morgue.
"You have it bad, and I think it looks good on you," Korsak said out of nowhere. Jane only smiled and nodded. No use denying it to the older man.
OOOoooOOOooo
"That guy is a cop," he said to the woman next to him. They watched the African American man busy himself on the set following express directions from the director.
"He is a student. Not a cop," she said as she gazed out onto the set.
"We need to get rid of him," he said to her. He saw her shake her head, her resolve was wavering, her drive to be the best at all cost was teetering.
"No, please no more killing," she pleaded. He only smiled as a feral grin stretched upon his lips.
"I will make sure you are the star. It is after all my job to make sure you are taken care of… little sister," he said but she spun away, "You will follow directions Corrine, if you don't, you will be taken care of, and mark my words, I will not hesitate," he gritted through clenched teeth.
"Chase, stop this please," she pleaded.
"If I go, you go, sister," Chase growled, "We have been too long in the shadows. It is time for both of us to be stars."
Corrine Little had never been more frightened in her entire life. She swallowed as her brother, watched the set design hustle and bustle. She watched as Chase watched the man on the stage. Barry, he said his name was. He was a nice young man. Gentle and kind, she could tell in his light brown eyes. She sighed when her brother left her alone. She clutched her phone in her hand. She scrolled through her contacts and hit the button.
"Detective Rizzoli, its Corrine Little, can we talk?"