A/N: I felt like you all required a little cliff hanger in your lives. Don't hate me too much, yeah? Hope you have fun reading and thank you all for the reviews :) Points to those who get the Buffy reference ;)
Our favorite crime fighting duo awoke from their peaceful slumber by Maura's phone buzzing on the bed side table. "Maura..." The brunette whined sleepily, drawing out the doctor's name longer than she needed too. "Get it."
"You get it." Was the doctor's reply as she snuggled deeper into the lanky body spooning her from behind. She slid her hand down the arm that was wrapped around her stomach, lightly running her finger tips along Jane's scar before intertwining their fingers together.
"Too comfy, you get it." Jane said as she sunk her head in the crook of Maura's neck, pulling the woman tighter against her.
"No, you."
"Maura, it's your phone."
"Just get it, Jane."
"But you're closer!" The detective protested.
Rolling her eyes, Maura turned around to face Jane. "Now I'm not." She said with a smirk before cradling her head under the taller woman's chin.
"Woman..." The brunette grunted as she stretched out her arm as far as she could get it without disturbing her girlfriend. She slapped her hand down on the phone and brought it to her ear. "Rizzoli." She rasped her name before her brain had time to register she had Maura's phone. "I mean, Dr. Isles...We'll be right there." Sighing, she threw the phone on the bed. "Duty calls."
"I don't want to go to school, mother." Maura said jokingly, pouting when Jane untangled herself from her and rolled out of bed.
With a wicked grin, the brunette sneaked closer towards the bed, lifted her hand up and slapped it down on Maura's ass. "C'mon, body at the common wealth avenue mall. If you get up, I'll let you shop. I'll even hang with you."
"You would? How sweet. You can be my bag carrier." Maura sat up in bed, smiling sweetly at the brunette who was quickly putting on her usual black pants.
"Only if I drive." Jane grabbed the skirt, from the outfit the doctor had prepared before going to bed, and projected it in the air in Maura's direction.
"You drive like a maniac, not to mention you swear like one too." Maura found a pair of Jane's socks in one of the many cardboard boxes that littered her bedroom floor and threw them at the woman. The skirt delicately fell on her head. The doctor huffed, making the light material move before she lipped on the skirt that was so delicately handed at her. There's going to be wrinkles on it. Maura decided to keep this information to herself as the brunette would shrug it off and forget it in less than two seconds.
Jane caught the socks with ease. She quickly put them on, almost losing her balance as she did so. "You drive like a grandma." The detective gave the petite woman the matching top from her outfit and received her belt with her badge and handgun in return.
"I'm simply respecting the speed limits, unlike a certain detective." Maura put on the top and picked out a black blouse for her girlfriend. She always loved the brunette in an all black outfit, she looked dangerous.
Jane held her shirt between her teeth as it was handed to her. She quickly buckled her belt. "Driving under the speed limit is an offense too, you know." She pointed out in a muffled voice as she slid the pair of blue high heels towards Maura with her foot while slipping on the shirt and buttoning it up.
Maura put on the pair of heels before she grabbed both of their watches. "You can only get ticketed for going thirty miles under the speed limit on four lane high ways." She retorted as she stood beside Jane, handing her the wrist watch.
The duo stood side by side in front of the closet mirrors, Jane zipped up her boots while Maura was fixing her hair. Both women put on their wrist watches, staring at each others' reflection in the mirror. Jane smoothed down her shirt and glanced at Maura. "Whatever, I'm driving and nice choice." She placed one of her hand on the side of Maura's face, kissing the top of the smaller woman's head before walking out of the room.
The common wealth park looked beautiful this time of the year, the leaves were just starting to change colors; preparing themselves to depart the lovely tree they had been attached to all summer long. The array of yellows and reds seemed to light up the trees like they were on fire. Although, the serene atmosphere was ruined with the dozen police officers that crowded the crime scene, pushing back news reporters and curious citizens. Criminalists also cluttered the area, taking pictures, collecting forensic evidence. Not to mention Frost's vomiting was clearly audible.
"It's really bad, Janie." Frankie informed, standing in front of the yellow tape, cradling his hat under his arm.
"Yeah," Jane put on a pair of gloves, her gaze falling on Barry who was leaning against one of the trees. "I can see that." The brunette chuckled.
"Detective Frost should bring Demenhydrinate to especially gruesome crime scenes. Anti-vomiting medication, such as Gravol." The doctor added as both of the siblings stared at her with blank expressions.
"And don't call me Janie when I'm at work, alright? C'mon, let's see what we got." The detective said as she lightly tapped her brother's chest twice before passing underneath the police tape.
Frankie purposely ignored his sister, rocking back on forth on his heels, looking around as if he hadn't heard her.
"How do you expect to make detective if ya wont come and look at the body?"
"I...You-you got this and besides, I just ate."
Jane raised an amused eyebrow, seeing through her brother's lie. She knew the exact reason why he was reluctant to examine the body. With a devilish grin, the brunette frantically shouted. "What's that over there?"
Officer Rizzoli bit the hook and turned around quickly. His brown eyes slowly fell on the mutilated body. He immediately gagged, turned around and joined Frost, who both engaged in the first ever synchronized puking.
Jane looked over at Maura with a triumphant smirk. "New Olympic category?"
"Synchronized regurgitating, how charming." The petite blond laughed as she dipped down under the tape to join the brunette.
"We'll have to make this the 'BBK barf of the week'." Korsak chimed in, grinning like a fool as she glanced at the two men bonding over semi-digested breakfasts.
Jane let out a laugh. "Think they'll come to crime scenes holding hands?"
"Oh I hope it's not too disgusting today." The sergeant said in a melodramatic tone, making a face.
"I can already hear the wedding bells." The former partners laughed in unison, sharing a high five.
"Detectives, don't be so rude." Maura warned. "We have a body to examine." She pointed out, walking towards the Common Wealth monument where their victim was murdered.
There was a massive rock; on it was a bronze statue of a man in a casual sitting position. There were four considerably smaller rocks in close proximity to the larger one. The victim was another woman; her body had been decapitated at the waist. She had been diagonally placed between one of the smaller rocks, which was protruding where the woman's stomach would have been. The rock separated her torso from her legs. Her head had been inclined back, making her look like she was staring at the statue.
"Move in with the Doc yet?" Vince asked casually, as they both made their way towards the body.
"They brought my boxes over; Ma's already settled in my old apartment."
"I'm not gonna lie Jane, I saw this coming from a mile away."
"I'll inform all of BPD; Sherlock's working with us." Jane retorted sarcastically.
"I mean, you and Dr. Isles. I had a bet going with Frost and Frankie on who'd make the first move. My money was on you, Rizzoli. You never did tell us who-" Korsak was chuckling and grinning the entire time, thinking the brunette would have taken their little bet lightly. That is, until he say the death glare Jane was throwing his way. He gulped and changed the subject quickly. "So, did you start unpacking?"
"Didn't have time to touch 'em." Jane made a mental note to ask her brother and Frost about this 'bet'. She had every intention of collecting the money, though she had no idea who initiated it. Memories of that night were still fuzzy.
"Busy night, Rizzoli?"
"Shut up, Korsak." Jane chuckled and pushed his shoulder as she crouched down next to the decapitated woman. She cringed at the sight of Maura examining the clearly visible entrails. "What have we got?"
"Woman, approximately in her mid thirties. She was decapitated and purposely placed in this position. Cause of death could very well be exsanguination, but I won't be able to say so officially until I perform my autopsy. Modus operanti seems quite similar from our first victim."
"Thank you Dr. Obvious." Jane's comment had been dismissed by the doctor, who was busy examining the cut that severed the woman's body. "Find an ID on her?" The brunette asked Korsak.
The sergeant fished an evidence bag from his jacket pocket and handed it to Jane. "Get this, he had taken out her driver's licence and placed it on her forehead. Sick bastard is getting cocky." Korsak revealed with disgust.
"Who says cocky says sloppy. Hopefully he made a mistake." The detective skimmed the victim's identification card. "Molly Williams, 37, local. So our killer is targeting women in their thirties." She glanced at the rock, oddly spotless except for the same initials written in blood. Jane stood up, looking down at the body. "Decapitation, women victims, the initials...Is it just me or-"
"Black Dahlia copy cat." Vince finished, taking the words right out of Jane's mouth.
"So we have a deranged fanatic who's trying to recreate unsolved murders from the fifties."
"Sounds about right to me."
Maura had been listening to the two detectives and was on the verge of interrupting them to blurt out facts about the Black Dahlia murders, when a single leaf fell on the ground beside the woman. Leaves. She snapped her head up to look at the monument. Man sitting on a rock. The doctor then glanced at the smaller rock. Heaviness in the pit of her stomach. The pieces she put together chilled her to the bone. "Jane..." The woman breathed as she stood up quickly, grasping one of Jane's arms. "Jane, this crime scene, it's...look, the man sitting on a rock, a woman looking up at him with a heaviness in the pit of her stomach, leaves falling." She enumerated quickly, almost out of breath.
The brunette was about to tell her to slow down, tease her by telling her how not to hyperventilate. The realization of what Maura was trying to tell her hit her like a punch straight to the gut. Words failed her as she looked at the crime scene once again. It all fit with what was written in the poem. You've gotta be kidding me...
"The poem, it was a riddle, Jane." The doctor revealed as she intensely gazed into the taller woman's eyes.
"He's telling us where his next victim is going to be." Jane replied in astonishment.
Maura broke the eye contact, turning her attention to an equally dumbfounded Vince. "Did you find an envelope, Sergeant?"
Korsak shook his head. "Nothing else but her driver's license was here."
Not letting this piece of information stop her, Maura walked around the monument, examining the smaller rocks.
"What are ya doin', Maur?" The brunette asked as she followed her girlfriend. Jane recognized the glint in those gorgeous hazel eyes, Maura was on to something.
"Serial killers not only like to challenge themselves, but they thrive on challenging others as well. He must have hidden the next clue somewhere around this crime scene. He expect us to find it, he's hoping we'll find it." Maura informed as she kneeled down, smoothing the back of her skirt so it wouldn't ride up as she did so. She noticed a pointy corner of something that resembled a paper wedged in between two rocks. The doctor removed it as carefully as a neurological surgeon would operate on a patient's brain. You guessed it, another envelope. Maura opened it, pulling out the single sheet of paper included in it. "Another riddle, just as I suspected."
Jane had been too focused staring at Maura's behind to comprehend that the doctor had found the next clue or even acknowledge that the petite woman was speaking. Drooling over your girlfriend in itself is more than perfectly fine, but when it's distracting, that's when you get in trouble. You wouldn't want your co-workers to accidentally slip on the puddle of drool at her feet, right? Put your tongue back in your mouth, Rizzoli. Use it to speak. "Huh?" Or not.
Thankfully for Jane, Maura had stood up and turned around to face her girlfriend, repeating herself. Something she would have done even if the detective hadn't asked. "Another riddle. Figuring it out should be of the utmost importance right now."
"Well, read it." The detective urged as she moved closer to Maura, looking down at the paper in the smaller woman's hands.
Orange pelt and sharp eyes,
With prowess and ruse,
the fox doesn't look back.
Oaks and water slowly consume you,
He lures you further down the road.
2946,
The fox never makes mistakes.
Will you catch up?
Or will you let darkness take over?
"That number is odd, out of place." The doctor remarked as she slid the piece of paper back into the envelope.
"Think it could mean something?"
"I don't know, Jane. I'll make a copy." Maura nodded, giving the envelope to a criminalist.
"Alright, send the original to get checked for finger prints. Let's see if he screwed up." The brunette informed, crossing her arms over her chest. Her brow creased in corner as she bit the corner of her lip. This sure was a weird one.
Jane walked into the morgue, placing her hand on Maura's lower back as she approached the working doctor. "Hey."
Maura smiled without looking at the brunette. "Hey." She replied, leaning into the comforting touch.
"Gross, what are ya doing?" Jane questioned as she took a step back when she noticed the doctor had her arm far up the victim's stomach. She cringed and looked away.
"Placing her heart back. There clearly was no need for me to make a Y incision," Maura replied casually, frowning as she struggled to push it back into the right area. "There we go." She chimed happily, removing her arm from the cavity and covering the body.
"I'm not sure she needs need it anymore."
"Doesn't mean it can't go back into its rightful place."
"I guess the dead have rights too," The brunette turned around when it was safe to look. "Anything on this one?"
The honey-blond shook her head as she got rid of her blood stained scrubs. "No hair, no semen, no finger prints."
"Clean. Figures." The detective sighed as her chocolate brown eyes roamed over the covered body.
"It's bothering you, isn't it? I can see that your frown lines are very active." Maura remarked, leaning her back against the autopsy table. "It takes forty-seven facial muscles to initiate a frown, but only seventeen of them to smile. Meaning, smiling more often could help reduce the appearance of wrinkle lines."
"I do not have wrinkles, Maura." Jane tried to ignore the urge to look at herself in a mirror to make sure that statement was true. Instead, she kept staring at her feet with a solemn face. "I...I keep thinking that if we would have figured it out sooner, we could have saved that woman."
"Honey, you don't know that for a fact. It's possible that we could have, yes, but it's also a probability that he's using these poems as a ruse."
"I just wish we could find one in time, y'know?"
"We have half of Boston PD trying to figure out the riddle." The petite woman reassured moved forward and wrapped both of her arms around the scowling brunette's neck. "You're an amazing human being, you know that?" Maura asked as she got on her tippy toes to reach Jane's lips.
The detective smiled softly at Maura, wrapping her arms around the blond's waist. Jane licked her lips and leaned down, kissing the smaller woman slowly.
A sudden loud noise pulled them apart, both women jumped back as they watched detective Frost burst in the door, holding it open with one of his hands. "Jane, Korsak figured it out. We need to go." He rushed out.
"Sorry," Jane whispered before pulling away and quickly walking backwards towards the door. "I'll see you later, Maur." She followed Frost as they both ran to the elevators.
"Be careful." The doctor said in the now empty morgue, watching her girlfriend run down the corridor. Maura was always worried when Jane had to leave to potentially catch a perp. She knew the detective wore a flak jacket, but the protective vest didn't protect her most important artery: the coronary, which runs down into her leg and on both side of her neck very exposed neck. Not to mention, her brain had no protection either. Oh God, what if something happens? Maura thought as she began to hyperventilate. She quickly walked to her office and sat down, trying to slow down her breathing. The doctor's usual relaxing techniques did nothing but make the woman even lighter headed. In the midst of her mild panic attack, Maura spotted a copy of the second riddle on the corner of her desk. If I focus on work, I won't worry so much about Jane. She reasoned as she picked up the paper and began re-reading it.
After reading the presumed riddle a few dozen times, Maura made her way into the crime lab. "Criminalist Chang, do you have the results of the finger print analysis?"
"There were no finger prints detected on the paper, nor letter." The tech informed as she handed Maura the evidence bag.
Darn. "Thank you." Maura was hoping they would have found a print, or even just a partial one, anything to help the stumped detective. Even if the Sergeant found a new lead, there's no telling what they're going to find when they get there. No serial killer will hand themselves over so easily, not without a fight anyway. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of Maura's stomach; this all seemed overly easy.
The doctor found herself at the autopsy table once more, laying the bag in one of the metal pots situated adjacent of the metallic table. She put on a fresh new pair of gloves before peeling away the drape away from the victim's face. Maura felt something graze her thigh. "Oh!" The petite woman gasped loudly as she jumped back away from the table hastily. In any other given situation, Maura would have expected Jane to be hidden underneath jus to give the doctor a good scare. The white sheet aimlessly fell back on its own, covering half of the woman's face. Hazel eyes scanned the pale grey arm that was now dangling down from underneath the sheet. When did I get jumpy around corpses? Probably around the time Jane decided to jump into another dangerous situation. She thought, answering her own question.
Maura let out a slow breath as she regained her composure, walking forward once more as she took hold of the lifeless arm. However, instead of placing it back, she held it up in front of her eyes, cocking her head sideways. The doctor remembered the time she had used a black light as to find a club stamp on a victim's hand. She had used the black light in many cases, but solely on corpses. An idea came to mind as she glanced at the evidence bag holding the envelope. The blond tucked the woman's arm back against the cold body and carefully removed the envelope from the plastic bag. Maura then passed the black light over the envelope on each side. Nothing. Curious, the medical examiner inspected its contents; unfolding the paper and laying it out on the victim's concealed body. Her eyebrows shot up as the light revealed what looked like equations on the back of the riddle.
"Arithmetic formulas, mhmm." Maura voiced her thoughts out loud as she marched into her office, attaching the black light to the lamp on her desk, pointing it downwards on the paper. She grabbed her tablet using one of its many mathematical features to solve the elaborate equation. After re-solving it twice, to make sure both of the answers were the same, Maura was utterly confidant in her answer: 24. Twenty- four? What could be the connection with this number?
The doctor looked over both of the case files of their two female victims, paying close attention to the numbers. Their age? Impossible, they were both in their thirties. Address? Overly vague. Time of death? It hit her like a slap in the face. I need to call Jane.
"Bad boys, bad boys. Watchu gonna do? Watchu gonna do when they come for you?" Jane and Frost were wholeheartedly singing the chorus to the song made famous by the action movie Bad Boys. She proved that women could multi-task as the brunette drove them, quite dangerously, with the sirens on, to the location Vince had figured out. All the clues seemed to point to a remote cottage area near the coast. One of those cottages had the reference number 2946, as seen in the riddle.
Korsak held on to dear life, his eyes wide as saucers as Jane paid further attention to hitting the right note instead of driving in a straight line on the dirt road. All three of them were wearing a flak jacket with their badges hanging around their necks, but Vince knew the vest wouldn't save them if they got into a car crash and barrel rolled more times than an Olympic diver. "Would you keep your eyes on the road, Jane?" He pleaded as his knuckles turned white from the firm grip he has on the passenger seat and onto the handle, which will be forth know as the OH SHIT! Handle.
However, much to the sergeant's dismay, they continued singing, very loudly. "When they come for youuuuuuuu." The duo stretched out the note which indicated the song was coming to an end, just like Korsak's life, or so he thought. Jane bobbed her head to the rest of the tune, one palm against the wheel as she smoothly drifted around a corner, sending rocks and the likes flying behind them. The dust cloud grew ten times larger and if you they ever cared that someone might be behind them; they wouldn't be able to tell.
Korsak saw the turn coming and decided to grip the OH SHIT! Handle with both of his hands. Even this didn't save him from cashing into the door, sending him off balance in his seat. One of his legs was almost touching the ceiling, which is an incredible feat considering the man's flexibility.
"Reflections come and reflections go. I know someti-imes you wanna let go-oh! Hey! Hey! Hey!" The partners both happily chimed, unaware of Vince's near death experience. Frost turned down the volume as the song ended and shared a knuckle bump with his partner. "Turns out white girl can sing."
"Hell yeah, brother." The both laughed. Jane's driving had considerably improved since the song ended.
"You okay back there, old man?" The young detective asked as she turned his body to look at the traumatized passenger in the back seat.
"Yeah, sure, I'm just...fine." Vince chocked out, his face red and sweaty. He slid two of his fingers behind the knot of his tie to loosen it up.
Jane raised her eyebrow as she looked at her old partner through the rear view mirror with a grin. She opened her mouth, undoubtedly about to throw a witty insult at Korsak, but the man in question interrupted her.
"Here's the house." The sergeant confirmed, pointing his finger at the only house coming into view.
Jane unbuckled the car's belt as she steered the police cruiser in front of the house, letting the lights on. "Game time."
"Plan?" Frost asked, unbuckling his seat belt.
"Hit it fast." The brunette slammed the breaks and let the Ford come to a screeching halt in the dirt. The detectives quickly stepped out of the vehicle, without closing the doors, and carefully approached the house; weapons drawn. Both Jane and Korsak surveyed the windows to make sure no one would appear behind them and take the easy shot. Detective Frost walked up the few stairs onto the front porch, taking cover in the small space between the door and the window. Their sergeant followed suit, mimicking Barry's position, but on the opposite side.
Finally, Jane walked up the stairs and stood with both feet firmly planted in front of the door. She lifted her Glock with both of her hands, her brown orbs moving between the detectives. The nodded at her and she lifted her foot, kicking in the door with ease. The impact cracked the frame and the wooden door swung open. With a quick footwork, Jane put a foot inside, cautiously inspecting the corners before stepping in fully.
"Boston police!" Frost shouted as he and Korsak stormed in the house.
"I'll check the kitchen." The brunette announced as she made her way through the small archway leading to the dining room, her gun still trained in front of her. The cottage wasn't luxurious, in fact, it was pretty small. There were two bedrooms, one full bathroom, the kitchen and dining room were connected and the living room was fairly squished together. There was also a door leading down to a basement.
"I got the rooms." Frost examined each room one by one including the bathroom, making sure to look behind the curtain. There could be a hockey mask wearing freaking hiding in there, you never know.
"Leaving the basement for the old man? Gee, thanks guys." The sergeant vigilantly opened the door to the basement, feeling the wall for a light. He flicked it on as his fingers found the switch, but no light came on. "Why does it always have to be the basements?" Vince muttered to himself as she fished out his flashlight before venturing down in the dark basement.
"You could use a little exercise." Frost quipped with a chuckle.
Jane smirked to herself as she continued to scan the kitchen. When she was completely sure the area was deserted, the detective walked back into the living room. "Kitchen clear." She shouted so both of her partners would hear her. The small cottage was dead quiet; all you could hear were Frost's tentative steps and the sirens from Jane's cruiser outside.
"Bedrooms clear." Barry said as he emerged from the hallway, securing his handgun back into the holster on his belt.
"Need some help getting up the stairs, Korsak?" Jane quipped as she winked at Frost with a smirk, putting her weapon back into its holster.
"You two clowns better come down here." The silver haired man called out as he pointed his flashlight at the scene before him.
Jane and Barry rushed down the stairs, opening their flashlights as it became too dark to see the other steps. They both stood beside Korsak, flashing their lights in the same spot he was. There was red writing on the illuminated wall: Oink, oink, pigs. B.D. There was nothing else in the basement, except for old, half broken down furniture which, mostly, cluttered the area near the water heater.
"He led us to a dead end." Frost clenched his jaw and glanced at his upset partner.
"Asshole!" Jane hissed under her breath, looking down briefly as she shook her head. She spotted an old chair from the corner of her eye and before she could control her actions, the chair flew across the room and broke itself against one of the brick walls. No one else had bushed her buttons like Hoyt had, but this guy sure knew how to toy with them.
"Wait, there's something there." Korsak pointed out as she revealed another enveloped that had been duck tapped to the wall just underneath the writing.
"A dead end and another goddamn riddle." The brunette sighed heavily, rubbing her eye lids with her thumb and middle finger. An impromptu ringtone made them all jump. It was Jane's phone. She didn't have to look at the caller ID to know who was on the other end. "What is it?" She asked grumpily.
Maura started talking quickly, ignoring her girlfriend's testy attitude. "Jane, I found an equation on the back of the second riddle. I solved it with a few common arithmetic formulas. The answer is a two digit number: twenty-four."
"So, you're saying he's a mathematician?" Jane frowned, not quite understanding why Maura would notify her about this irrelevant information.
"Twenty-four, as in twenty-four hours in a day. Both victims were killed precisely twenty-four hours apart." The doctor deepened.
"He kills someone every day."
"Yes, in a very strict timeline."
"You sure about that Maura? We're at the house and the only thing that was here was a smart ass comment and another riddle."
"My guess would be as good as yours."
"You know your guess would be better. What exactly would your guess be, if you had too...hypothetically?"
"Well, hypothetically speaking, if he led you to a dead end, he's perhaps trying to buy some time."
"If you're right, we have," Jane paused for a second to glance at the time on her watch. "Seven hours left."
"Six hours, fifty-seven minutes and twelve seconds." Maura cheerfully corrected.
"I'll tell Korsak to get the 'Bat-signal' up, we've got another riddle to solve. Yay." Jane said sarcastically, earning a laugh from Frost.
"Oh, I understand what popular comic book series you're referring too. Batman. Did you know that they were first published in the 'Detective Comics' in 1939?"
"Are you into comic books, Doctor? That's kinda hot." Jane added the last part in a whisper, grinning to herself.
"Well I do love the history behind them." Maura admitted sheepishly.
"Get a room." Vince made a face as she overhead the brunette's comment, her subtlety wasn't all that polished around her co-workers.
"We are in a room." Jane replied, motioning to the basement they were currently in with her free hand. "We're leaving here; see you back at the morgue." She said to the petite woman before closing her phone.
"See you soon, Jane."
"Hey, why am I Commissioner Gordon?" The sergeant asked.
"Well..." Frost looked at Korsak up and down with both of his eyebrows raised. "You fit the...profile."
"Oh, shut up, peach fuzz." Korsak retorted.
Jane chuckled at their banter. "C'mon children, let's bag it up and go." The lanky woman clapped her hand on her partner's bag before she jogged up the stairs.
Maura smiled to herself as she closed her phone and dumped it in her lab coat pocket. Jane always had a way of making the doctor feel like she was reliving the later teenage years she didn't have. Their IQ points considerably dropped when they were together, but it wasn't all a bad thing. Last week Jane talked her into putting soap in the pump of one of the cities' very big fountain. Needless to say, it turned into a massive foam bath for the next fifteen hours.
The blond chuckled at the memory as she walked to one of the trash cans to discard her latex gloves. She felt a strong arm wrap around her waist. Smiling, the doctor placed her now uncovered hand on top of a very rugged hand that didn't feel like Jane's at all. She tried to look behind her, but the other hand clasped a humid cloth on top of her mouth and forced her head forward. Chloroform. Maura noted as the strong smell invaded her nasal cavity. She could barely feel herself being dragged towards the morgue's back door. Doyle? Was the last thought that came to mind before everything went black. They sure need to do something about the security on that exit.