Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, except for Eve, she's my Frankenstein, I created her.
Author's Note: Takes place immediately after the first chapter. Also, I apologize for any grammatical errors—I did not revise this a fine tooth comb as I wanted to update the story quickly.
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Maura tried to roll her friend out of bed next to her, "you're kicking and you have no dog on the bed to blame it on."
With her eyes still shut, her dimples sound, "I wouldn't say there isn't a dog on bed…" she giggled.
"If you're implying I'm of the canine genus I would say you are horribly misinformed."
The doctor's comment caused Jane to shift her weight toward her accompanying a yawn, "what time is it?"
"It's your turn to make the coffee," Maura playfully shoved the detective.
One single mention of the caffeinated beverage had Jane jumping out of the bed and hopping toward the kitchen. The medical examiner flattened out the quilt on the bed and fixed the pillows before shadowing her friend. She paused behind her and peeked in through the kitchen where Angela was talking with Eve. Jane gave an indicating 'shush' with her finger to lips so they could listen.
"Did you get any sleep last night?" The Rizzoli's mother addressed Eve.
She sipped a mug of already made coffee, "a little—I'm not much of a sleeper. Though I did experience a great deal of comfort, Dr. Isles has a lovely home and the guestroom is nicer than my entire apartment."
Angela laughed knowing exactly how she felt, "she sure does."
"She's a lovely woman, and in wonderful company. I can't thank you all enough. But I would really like to do something to express my gratitude…" she took another sip and watched everyone's mother figure swat at the air as if it was unnecessary.
Behind the wall, Jane shrugged her shoulders to Maura and they walked in.
"Good morning babies," Angela greeted them and was acknowledged with warm smiles.
"Eve, Jane and I are going to go for a run in a little bit just before we have to head into work if you would like to join us?"
She watched her guest's eyes widen, "I'd love that."
The detective's face sank, "me too. But damn, I have to do a thing, so, have fun you two!" She hurried from the kitchen with her coffee in tow.
Angela rolled her eyes at the back of her daughter's head as she scurried out of the kitchen. Maura looked to only other person left in room inquiring when she would like to go. This was received with a coffee-chug and a 'let me go change' pace to the guestroom. The doctor too left to change and they met up near the front door while Jane flipped through channels on the television, drinking coffee.
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"I think I'm going to go home tonight," the detective mentioned over a corpse in the middle of an autopsy. "It's been about a week, I'm running out of clothes, and my guestroom will be occupied for, wait, how long is she staying?"
Maura lifted her scalpel from the victim's torso consuming the former comment about leaving like a bag of rocks, "she keeps insisting that she is going to stay at a hotel until she can track down Lydia. I'm afraid she may have left with Angela this morning and checked in somewhere."
Jane crossed her arms picking up on her tone in all the wrong ways, "why are you afraid she may or may have not done that?"
The doctor peeked at her friend through her protective eyewear, "because she would be alone when there is a home full of people and her nephew and it would alleviate her having to go back and forth so much." She wasn't referring to Eve.
A crooked grin escaped the detective's face, "is that it, Dr. Isles?"
The ME rolled her eyes at her friend not being able to comprehend her advances. Before the doctor could answer one of the crime scene investigators walked into the room with a large file in is hand, "we found high traces of THC in the victim's tox screen." He handed the file to Maura and Jane moved around the autopsy table to confer.
"So she had to have been killed in the last six to twelve weeks," she took the file from the medical examiner, suggesting she was going to share the found information with Korsak and her partner, Frost. "Meet you in a few for coffee?" The detective didn't wait for a response before she was off toward the elevator.
Maura was already snapping her gloves off thinking she could get a head start to the café and relax for a few minutes until Jane was at her side. She casually slipped in through the door and began dispensing her coffee when she heard her name called.
"Dr. Isles?" A familiar voice sounded behind her.
"Eve," she spun around, "what are you doing here?"
The woman stood up looking somewhat frazzled holding a notebook, "well, I got busy this morning looking for my sister and there are a few possibilities that I wanted to share with you guys."
Maura placed a cap on her coffee, paid Angela and provided a wink and a smile. She turned back to Eve, "have you checked into a hotel yet?"
She flipped open the papers in her hand and sat back down, "no, I made my reservation though."
The doctor took this information to heart and instead of commenting at the moment, decided to hear Eve through. Her cell phone sounded just as she took a seat at the table with the younger Sparks sister. Her eyes scanned the text message indicating Jane was going to track down a suspect and wouldn't be able to meet for coffee just yet.
"I wish you'd stay. You are more than welcome to and much to your disagreement no one thinks you are imposing." Maura sipped her coffee diligently and noticed smaller features on the woman's face in the exposing fluorescent lights. Her eyes seemed lighter, her skin had more of warm peach tone she couldn't pick up on in the dimmer lighting of her home, not to mention she had eyelashes for days.
Eve looked up from her pad of paper and caught the medical examiner staring at her, "if you insist, Dr. Isles," she paused, noticing Maura eyes were scanning the structure of her face, "but only if you let me treat you to dinner."
The doctor smiled not comprehending what she was just asked. She tasted her bitter coffee again and collided with the realization of her request. "Oh," she blushed, "that would be fine. If that's what makes you feel better about staying in the guestroom in my home, than it's a small price to pay." The ME repositioned herself in the chair with the new giddy and timid tone in her body. "So what have you found out about your sister so far?"
Eve went on to explain she may know where she is headed in Canada—they have a childhood friend out there that Lydia was always close to and usually sought comfort with her and her family. Earlier that day she had called their mutual friend to give her heads up and to make sure she is informed of her sister's arrival in the next couple of days. Maura was intrigued with this and wondered what she planned to do if she found her. To her surprise, Eve declared she was going to take her home, get her an apartment in Boston so she can help raise her son because she is not going to skip out like their family had done.
After her coffee break, the ME mentioned she needed to be getting back to work but she would be finished up around eight in the evening. Eve stood with the doctor to whom Maura noted with great form and etiquette.
"I'll pick you up around eight then, if you're not ready, please don't rush. I understand you're a very busy woman just as I am a very patient one." She smiled pleasantly at the doctor which she reciprocated.
"Sounds lovely," she began as she walked off with her free, un-coffee-wielding hand in her pocket, "it's a date."