Maura smacked Jane's hand lightly, pulling away from her luscious lips with a chuckle 'Yes, Jane you were right. The cut to her throat was the cause of her death. It was made from right to left which could indicate that the killer was left handed but the angle and depth of the wound would suggest the killer was right handed.' The girls thought for a moment before Jane got up from where she had perched herself on the desk to move behind Maura. She placed her right hand against the doctor's throat from behind, making a slicing motion.
'Left to right with the right hand. The killer attacked her from behind. Maybe she didn't even see it coming and this was a random attack. If this was a random attack why was she hanging in a shopping mall? You don't see that every day. It must have taken a lot of time and effort and there is no way one person could have done this alone.' Jane babbles on, more to herself than to Maura. The blonde watches the detective pace across her office floor, back and forth almost making her dizzy. Maura decides to lead Jane back to the facts and not conjecture that her wild brain may come up with.
'I can tell you that it was a spear point pocket knife that killed the young woman. The serrated edges of the blade match that of the wound left on the victim's neck. After slitting her throat the killer also stabbed the spear tip of the knife into her jugular vein meaning she bled out quickly. She had bruising around her wrists and ankles from the ropes she had been tied up with but there was no other sign of a struggle, which may support your theory.'
Jane huffed, running her long dexterous fingers through her unruly dark curls as she flopped down on Maura's desk. 'Get a comfortable chair in here already, your desk isn't a good place to relax.' Maura chuckled, standing and pulling Jane off the desk. They bumped into one another and shared a moment. The world around them ceased to exist as the pair stared into the other's eyes. A small grin began to spread across Jane's face, Maura's soon followed. The taller detective was just starting to lean her head forwards to kiss the blonde when Frankie ran through the door, breathless.
'What? What do you want Frankie?' Jane huffed out, annoyed at her brother for interrupting this moment with her girlfriend.
'There has been another murder and they think it's the same killer.'
Looks were exchanged between the three of them, Jane nodded and followed Frankie out of the room, turning to smile at Maura before she disappeared out of sight.
They met again at the crime scene. It was another young girl of similar features to the first. She was in her early twenties, petite, fair skinned and brunette. She was hanging from a hidden cluster of trees in Boston Common, not far from where Jane had taken Maura on their first date. Like the first girl, she had ropes around her wrists and ankles, her throat had been slit open. Jane, Korsak and Frankie stood around the tree, looking up at the body rattling off information they had about the first victim and compared it to the sight in front of them. They noticed the similar appearance and age of both women, the similar ways in which they had been killed and put on display. This was definitely the work of one killer or a group of the same killers. Maura strolled past the group of detectives, taking off her heels and hoisting herself up into the tree to take a better look at the body. The three detectives stood agape as she made it look so graceful and effortless.
Frankie and Korsak left to talk to the jogger who found the body and other possible witnesses. Jane stayed where she was, eyes fixed on Maura up in the tree. She quietly observed the way the Blonde leaned around the tree with perfect form and balance and examined the body. There was only so much she could do like this so after the appropriate tests, she began to move back and get down from the tree. As she turned there was Jane to catch her and help her down from the tree.
'Thank you my detective' Maura smiled brightly up at her girlfriend and looked around quickly to see if anyone was around, she stretched up and placed a soft kiss to Jane's cheek.
The rest of the day dragged on, Maura examined the body finding the same results as the first. Her throat was slit from behind and the spear tip was stabbed into her jugular vein. There was bruising around her wrists and ankles consistent with being tied up to the tree. Maura made her way up into the bullpen addressing the room. 'The injuries were consistent with that of the first victim, however tests suggest she was killed at least forty eight hours before our first victim.
They received no more information about either victim that day, Maura was done with her autopsies and both women had finished their paper so went back to Jane's apartment. They kicked off their shoes and collapsed on the couch. They started on opposite ends of the couch but as the night drew on, the women slowly edged closer to one another. They ate Chinese take out and watched movies to relax after their long day. Eventually they found themselves in the middle of the couch, Maura had crawled onto Jane's lap and they cuddled under a blanket.
Jane moves Maura's hair off of her shoulder to have access to her luscious, creamy neck. She places small kisses against her skin as Maura ever so subtly tilts her head to give Jane better access, however Jane being the detective she is, notices. She in turn moves her hand just below the doctor's breast and moves her fingers down her torso. The brunette pushes her fingertips just below the waistband of Maura's trousers, hearing the hitch in Maura's breath spurs on the detective. She pushes her hand lower to cup her centre over her panties.
'So wet, my love'
'It's all for you'
Jane chuckles and begins to rub slow torturous circles against her most sensitive nerves. Maura's body completely relaxes under the soft touches. Her back begins to arch and her body twitches with each deliberate movement of the dexterous fingers that bring her so much pleasure. White heat begins to spread through her body in waves and Jane bites down on her neck. That's all Maura needs to completely tumble over the edge of utter serenity. She sees white spots as her whole body tenses and arches up, her orgasm so strong she ceases to breathe as she rides out the waves of intense pleasure. Darkness creeps into her vision as her body becomes limp in Jane's arms.
The taller woman chuckles softly and removes her hand from Maura's trousers, tiredness creeping into her body. She musters up a small amount of energy to get the two of them into bed. She lifts the light blonde in her arms and walks towards the bedroom.