Chapter3

Jane had left the crime scene in such a hurry, that she did not notice that she already arrived at BPD headquarters. New record, Jane thought to herself as she parked her blue cruiser in front of the building. She knew she would catch grief from Lieutenant Cavanaugh for parking there, but it was too early for her to care. There was nothing that could have made her day worse, even if her car got towed by Big Mo. Although, Jane wasn't too sure what made her day bad already. Was it the 3 AM wake up call? No she had gotten used to that the first week as a homicide detective. Could it have been her dream? Jane shook the thought out of her head. She didn't even want to think about it, because she wasn't sure how to process it.

Jane walked in to headquarters and sat at her desk. She pushed the power button to her computer and it hummed as it came to life. The office was always so quiet at this time of day, but then again who the hell was at work at 5 AM. The office usually didn't start filling up with uniforms until 8. Jane shook her computer mouse impatiently waiting for her desktop to start up. The screen went blue and prompted her to input her User ID and password. She began typing…. JRizzoli. She cringed as she typed in her password. mauraisthebest. Why was this her password again? Jane thought back to when she first created her password. Oh Right! That's because Maura chose my password. Jane reflected. She said I would never forget it. God! I wish I could forget it now. Jane's mind had been racing with anger since she got to the crime scene, yet she wasn't sure why.

Frost walked in just as Jane began to check her emails. "You got here pretty fast," he pointed out. "Everything ok?"
Jane continued scrolling through her emails and replied to her partner without ever looking up from her computer. "Just peachy," she hissed. "You know I don't even know why I bother to check this thing," she said regarding to her email. "Everything is spam." Jane laid her head on her arms that were crossed on the table in front of her. She lay still for a moment and then finally looked up at the detective. "I just need a nap…. Or some coffee. I need coffee. I'm going to get some coffee. Would you like some coffee?" She rambled on.

Frost smirked and gestured to the cup of coffee already in his hand. "Go get some coffee Jane. Your brain doesn't work right when you are tired and you're kinda …." His voice trailed off as Jane interrupted him.

"Don't say Grumpy!" She snapped at him. "I am not grumpy, just my voice hasn't woken up yet." Frost didn't reply, instead he threw his hands in the air as a silent defeat.

Jane pushed open the doors leading out of the building just as a large man with silver hair was walking in. "Good Morning Jane" piped Sergeant Korsak in a rather cheerful voice.

"Eh …. " Jane's voice trailed off into intangible words that the sergeant did not recognize.
Sergeant Korsak looked at Detective Frost who shrugged his soldiers in a don't ask motion. Korsak then shook his head to himself and sat down at his desk.

Jane made it to Boston Joe's right at 5:20. "Great," she muttered to herself. "Now I have to wait 10 minutes."

Jane leaned against the wall of the Boston Joe's cafe. She was in such a terrible mood that she could not wait for this day to be over, although it had just begun. She brought her hands to her eyes. She just wanted to go back to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes for a second longer than a blink, images of her dream ran through her mind. It was on replay. Every detail of the dream stuck with her. They way that Maura's lips had slowly touched hers in uncertainty, but the second kiss came fierce. How after the first touch, their bodies had surrendered to the flames burning under their skin. At one moment there was a gentle hesitation, but once the first move was made, they were ripping each other's clothes off.

Jane tried to shake off the dream as a Boston Joe's employee unlocked the door to the café. She stepped inside and the pleasant aroma of fresh brewed coffee hit her. Jane tried a half smile at the barista, but by the look on the girl's face, she was not fooled. She wasn't even able to fake politeness today. She thanked the barista for her coffee and headed back to headquarters.

When Jane returned to BPD Detective Frost and Sergeant Korsak were debating over what had her in such a "sour mood".

"Ahem," she cleared her throat and the guys stopped in an instance. "Where's the autopsy report?" she asked.

"Maura still hasn't finished the autopsy, Jane" Korsak announced.

"What do you mean she hasn't finished?" Jane shot back. "How long does it take to do a freaking autopsy? The guy is dead for Christ's sakes." Jane began pacing back and forth impatiently, still fuming about her mess of a morning.

"Jane, just go down there and see what's taking Dr. Isles so long" Korsak suggested.

Jane shuddered at the idea of seeing Maura right now. "Um… I can wait." Jane tried to sit still, but she grew more anxious by the seconds. Time was moving so slow. Her cellphone buzzed on her hip, catching her by surprise. She looked at the screen and saw the name "Maura" although she really didn't need the ID. She knew by the personalized ringtone who it was. The Death March.

Jane slid the small phone icon until she heard the line connect. "Rizzoli," she answered.

"Jane, there is something I need to show you. Could you come down to autopsy?" Maura asked.

"Is it necessary?"
"Well I would come to you, however the body would be a little hard to put in the elevator at the state that it is currently in," Maura mocked.

"Ugh, I'm coming," Jane retorted as she hung up. She turned to her colleagues and informed them where she would be.

Jane walked into the nearest bathroom to wash her face with cold water. She took a little longer than usual checking herself out in the mirror and adjusting her hair. She ran her hand down her abdomen smoothing out her black blazer. Jane stopped. She looked at her reflection one last time and laughed. What are you doing Jane? She thought. You are going to see Maura in autopsy, so why are you … doing whatever the hell you are doing?

Jane opened the door and stepped into the hallway. She took a deep breath and headed to autopsy.