AN: Hey guys! Hope you're excited for this chapter! I need your help, though. Would it be okay if I don't mention Hoyt in this story? I know technically it's my story, but I'd really like your opinion. I know that what happened with Hoyt did greatly effect Jane and added serious depth to her character but I really don't think I'd be able to write the details of it and I can't just be like "and Hoyt happened three years ago" because that'd just be weird! Please help! As always, reviews are encouraged! Enjoy!
Chapter Eight
Jane sauntered towards the crime scene. She could see CSRU flitting around, taking photos and bagging evidence.
"Detective Jane Rizzoli." Jane said to the officer standing guard, flashing her badge. She ducked underneath the crime scene tape and made her way over to her partner, Vince Korsak. Korsak had been her partner since she had joined Homicide two years ago, at only twenty six. She was the youngest to ever make homicide detective, and she was damn proud of it. Now, at only twenty eight, she had the highest closure rate in the precinct. Being the only woman brought on a lot of teasing from her fellow detectives, and it didn't help that she was better than them. But she was tough, smart, and followed her gut, which was what made her such a good cop.
"Korsak!" she called to her partner. "What do we got?"
"Looks like a female, caucasian, around forty years old. She's a Jane Doe. Uniforms have yet to find a wallet, purse, or any form of ID."
"Where's the body?"
"On the bench over there, with the new M.E."
"We got a new M.E.?"
"Jeez, Rizzoli, don't you read the memos?"
"Oh, shut it, Korsak. I'm gonna go check out the body." Jane walked over to the bench where the body was. "Hmm. Looks like one fatal GSW to the chest. Not a lot of blood, so she probably wasn't killed here." she observed.
"It's hardly wise to guess, Detective." Jane heard a voice behind her. The first thing Jane notice was how overdressed this woman was. The woman was wearing a purple knee length dress with a black blazer and black kitten heels. Her honey blonde curls fell delicately around her face and down her back. Jane could tell this woman was wearing make-up, though not too much. Her hazel eyes had flecks of emerald green with long eyelashes.
God, this woman's gorgeous. Jane couldn't help but think and she got this weird feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"We hardly know the gun shot wound killed her." the woman continued.
"And you are?" Jane asked, realizing she didn't know this woman and wondering what the hell she was doing at a crime scene.
"Oh! I thought you would have gotten the memo. I'm , Chief Medical Examiner for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts." she said sticking out her hand and flashing Jane a smile.
"Detective Rizzoli." Jane responded. God, her smile is beautiful. Whoa, slow your roll Rizzoli. Yeah, she's cute, but she's probably straight. And even if she wasn't, you can't possibly date a coworker. It would be awkward if we broke up. But, God she's gorgeous. I want to get to know her. Rizzoli, you can just be friends with someone you find attractive. You've done it before. Jane thought as she shook 's hand.
"I can't give you a definite cause of death until I do the autopsy. Liver temperature indicates she's been dead for four to six hours. Rigor shows that the body was moved postmortem. There don't appear to be any defensive wounds." filled Jane in.
"She could've been drugged."
"I won't know that until I get the tox screens."
"Do you ever guess, ? I'm trying to make observations."
"No, you're speculating. And no, I do not guess. I am a woman of science, and I trust the facts, Detective Rizzoli."
Jane felt a fluttering in her stomach at the way the M.E. said her name.
"Will you be viewing the autopsy?"
"Should I?"
"Some feel the need to. If you won't bother me it won't be a problem."
"Alright. Here's my phone number. Text me when you're ready to start." Jane said, handing the doctor her card.
Jane made her way down to the morgue after receiving a text from about the autopsy. That fluttering in her stomach came back at just the thought of seeing the woman.
Dammit, Rizzoli. Get it together. You can't have a crush on her. she thought as she pushed open the door to the autopsy room. Jane practically gasped. The medical examiner had traded out her, clearly designer, outfit for a pair of black scrubs and white sneakers. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail in the middle of the back of her head. She looked up and flashed Jane a quick smile.
"Detective Rizzoli. Thank you for coming so quickly. Let's get started." she pulled on a pair of gloves and picked up a scalpel. She clicked on a tape recorder. "Caucasian female, approximately forty years old. Single gun shot wound to the chest. There are no distinct markings on the body, and there appear to be no defensive wounds." worked methodically, thoroughly checking the body, cutting her open, weighing organs, and making notes into her tape recorder. "Well, Detective Rizzoli, it appears you were right. The bullet pierced her left ventricle and that's what killed her. I'll bull the bullet out and send it for ballistics. Now, there is nothing around the wound to suggest it was at close range, so whoever did this has to be a good shooter."
"We could be looking at a professional." Jane thought out loud, snapping back into detective mode after being distracted by how cute was when she was hard at work. She gets this adorable concentration look on her face, her brow all furrowed and and her lips slightly pressed together. I wonder what those lips would feel like pressed against mine. Or all over my body, kissing me everywhere.
"Detective Rizzoli?" the doctor asked, her face showing concern.
"Hm? Sorry, what did you say?" Jane asked, snapping out of her inappropriate thoughts.
"I didn't say anything. You just zoned out for a second. Were you deep in thought?"
"Yeah. I mean no. I mean, um…" Jane trailed off. You need to calm down. She's just a girl, no, woman. Stop getting so nervous. You guys could be friends, but not if you're weird about it.
"Detective Rizzoli, are you okay?"
"Yeah, sure. Um, you can call me Jane, by the way. Some people call me Rizzoli, mostly people here, but we're the only two females. We have to stick together, you know? So call me Jane. My friends call me Jane." Jane rambled.
"Your friends? You want us to be friends?" she asked, looking confused.
"Um, yeah. Unless you don't want-"
"Of course I want to!" she said excitedly, flashing Jane a million dollar smile.
Jane swore she melted at that smile. "So Dr.M Isles?" Jane asked, glancing down at the doctor's name tag. "You gonna make me guess your name?" Jane joked.
"Oh! Sorry! Maura. My name's Maura." she responded cheerfully.
Jane grabbed her arm and pulled it behind her back, even though it couldn't be seen with her long sleeved shirt. "I, uh, gotta go." she said quickly before running out of the morgue. Fuck.