Newspaper Clippings

by LGCoffeeAddict

A story told in 30 drabbles. "They were talking. Just talking. Maura stood behind the bar, flashing that smile that so often drew in everyone around her. She flipped her blonde curls over her shoulder and picked up her tray. As she walked out from behind the bar, dark eyes followed her as a starving man's eyes followed a hot meal."

20. Just a Cough

Newspaper Clippings: Just a Cough

A Rizzoli & Isles drabble by Gigi

A/N: I really love awkwardness. It's just delicious.

The dead body was...odd, to say the least. It was a woman, who had been dressed up in what looked like a catsuit, but half of the suit had been clawed off, as if...

"You think it was a role-play gone wrong?" Frost suggested, looking at the suggestively placed claw marks.

Jane walked around to squat and examine the victim's face before shaking her head. "I don't think this was voluntary. There's bruising on her neck." Frost was called over to talk to the girl's neighbor, leaving Jane alone with the medical examiner and the body.

Maura, who was on the opposite side of the victim, nodded and pointed to the bruising around the mouth. "At the very least, the killer muffled the victim strongly enough to cause bruising." She looked down to the rest of the body. "I won't know until we get her out of this catsuit, but there is a very large chance that those cuts were made post-mortem."

"You thinking necrophilia?" Jane looked up from the victim to the ME.

"I won't know until I do the autopsy," Maura started, meeting the detective's eyes. When their gazes locked, Maura noticed the slightest flush of pink creep up Jane's neck. What had she been about to say? But there was no denying the curiosity and quite possibly desire in her own gaze. Someone coughed, and Maura snapped her eyes back down to the body. "But given the situation, I wouldn't rule out sexual assault at the very least."

Jane rubbed the back of her neck and cleared her throat, standing back up. "Has anybody found any ID?" she called to CSU. When they shook their heads, Jane sighed and looked back down at the blonde. From this angle, with the way the doctor was bent over the body, Jane had quite the view down her shirt. When it dawned on her just what she was doing, she cleared her throat again and averted her eyes.

"You getting a cold, Rizzoli?" Frost asked as he returned to the victim's side, tucking his notepad back into his breast pocket.

Jane missed the small smile that bloomed on Maura's face as she heard the question. She just coughed a little more and looked toward the front door. "Nah, it's just a little cough."

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