Get Away From Me
Silence permeated the morgue as the beautiful Doctor Maura isles sewed up yet another body she had placed under her knife in order to bring its killer to justice. Worry lines creased her forehead, her movements were tired and her strong shoulders were slumped as though they were holding a heavy weight. Her once bubbly and quirky demeanor was over shadowed by underlying feelings of anger and frustration. Dried tear tracks shown boldly on her pale cheeks, weariness adding dark marks under her dull hazel eyes.
She looked beyond exhausted, the only thing holding her upright was the raw desire to finish the body she had started on, though she knew once she finished sewing the Jane Doe up she would have trouble with cleaning up and even getting out of the building and back to her cold house.
As she finished the last stitches on the Jane Doe's chest, did she allow her eyelids to drop, her lungs to let out a bone weary sigh and her hands to hang limply. Looking at the pile of instruments she knew needed to be sterilized she silently groaned and began the last task till she could bring herself to leave the morgue. Moving on auto pilot, she slowly put the Jane Doe back into cold storage, cleaned every instrument she used, and wiped down every surface something had touched.
Shutting off her computers she wearily trudged out of the morgue and slowly made her way to her car park at the rear of the building. Only by luck did she get home in one piece without causing any sort of accident or violating any of the traffic laws.
She was so tired she didn't even notice the man leaning on her kitchen counter, not seeing him until he practically walked right in front of her and forced her to stop moving. Startled by the sudden presence of another body in front of her, Maura yelped and took a step back, grabbing her heart frantically and glaring at the person standing in front of her.
"It's late." She said coldly to the smug face of Frankie Rizzoli. Frankie smirked at her comment, the faintest sway holding him unsteadily on his feet, "What's it to you? Not like you've actually been home at any time before two." His words stinging her but weariness shut off any sort of retaliation her super brain usually created whenever Frankie got this way.
"You're drunk again." She replied instead of answering his statement, knowing that it would only lead to a fight and she was way too tired to fight without saying something she knew she would deeply regret.
Frankie's drunken sway became more pronounced as he stumbled closer to Maura, reaching out absent mindedly towards her for balance while scathingly saying at her "Yeah, but it seems to be the only thing that can give me comfort lately." Maura visibly winced at his words and let out a tired sign, gently reaching out and putting a steady hand on her drunken boyfriends shoulder.
"Look we both are too incapacitated for us to argue, we will only say things we both will regret when we are in our sane state of minds. Please my love, let's just go to bed." Maura reasoned softly, avoiding looking into Frankie's painfully similar eyes to the ones that haunted her in her dreams. Frankie angrily shoved her off, snarling at his girlfriend choice of words.
"Don't you call me your love! Everyone knows who you truly love you freak!" Maura gaped him, her mind repeating over in her head what he had just said, not able to fully comprehend the magnitude of his statement before allowing anger to consume her already tired mind "Don't you even start with that again Frankie! You are always the one who is going to bars and getting so drunk you can hardly breathe! And you always leave whatever mess you make for me to clean up!" She shouted back at him.
Frankie narrowed his eyes and puffed out his chest and hissed back "You didn't seem to mind whenever it was Jane you were cleaning up after." Maura was silenced by that, staring at him with her mouth open and her eyes wide with disbelief. Frankie smirked again and venomously continued his onslaught.
"It's because she's the great one, the great fighter who never gave up that everyone misses her so much! The one who can solve any case and do anything, not caring what she has to do to get it done! People always telling me how big the shoes are that I have to fill! Everyone worshipped the ground she fucking walked on! And for what? Her to leave when she lost the one she loved? Ha! Some great fighter. She couldn't even get the one she loved from her own brother! Not like you hide your disappointment though at not being with her." Frankie looked defiantly at Maura, narrowing his eyes when Maura sharply retaliated.
"How dare you say things like that about your own sister! She's your sister for goodness sake! How can you even think things like that? As for me loving her, You. Are. Wrong. I am with you because I want to be with you."
Frankie snorted and shot back "Please Maura, everyone knows you are in with love Jane. Everyone knows that its Jane you wished was fucking you at night." Maura was silenced by his boldness and his cutting remark. Shaking from the cold fury that clouded her mind she harshly spat back "I bet she would be a better lay than you any night."
Frankie growled and moved till he was towering over her and spitefully snarled "Lesbian freak." Maura didn't back down but squared her shoulders and firmly replied "Get away from me. Get out of my house and do not EVER think of coming back. We are over. Do not talk to me at work. You are never to address me again as Maura, only Doctor Isles. Do not ever come down to my morgue again or I swear on all that is holy in this world I will put a restraining order on you."
Frankie stared down at her before smirking and stepping away from the enraged doctor, lazily sauntering away from her and calling over his shoulder as he left her house "Who could ever love a freak like you anyway. You always were boring to be around, I just loved the sex."
Furious, Maura grabbed the bottle of wine standing on her counter and threw it at the closing door, letting out a feral scream as she threw it and growled when Frankie slammed the door shut just as the bottle crashed into it. A choked sob escaped her lips as she staggered down to her room and collapsed onto her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she curled up into a ball and tightly held her pillow to her chest.
Throwing herself onto her back she stared up at the ceiling and let all of the sobs out, thinking of all that had happened to her in the past few months, thinking of having lost the one person in the whole world who she loved and only now did she realize it wasn't Frankie, but Jane. Sitting up abruptly she pressed the pillow into her face as she screamed all of her anger and frustration into it, she screamed so long that finally her voice stopped working, but still she screamed silently. Pulling the pillow away she sobbed again and lay back on her back, brokenly whispering to the empty room "Why? Whywhywhywhy?"
Maura repeated herself till she fell into a fitful sleep. Even in her dreams, when she saw Jane's warm and strong figure walk away from her every time Maura reached for her did Maura ask brokenly
"Why?"
TBC
Authors Note: Now would be a really really good time to start reading Dear Jane, like it will help answer quite a few questions.
