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Alas I still do not own Rizzoli and Isles. Hope you all are enjoying my take on these two lovely ladies.
With her files tucked under her arm she makes her way to the elevators, pressing the door closed and heads up to the bullpen to see Jane and the other two detectives. When the elevator doors ding open she walks directly over to the lanky woman's desk. She places the folder down and sighs.
"I now have a confirmation on the cause of death." She sighs and leans against Jane's desk.
"And?" Frost asks as he takes a seat at his desk, Korsak rounds his desk and reaches for a copy of the toxicology report.
"Essentially he was euthanized. I found large quantities of Propofol, Ketamine and Diazepam in his system. Which doesn't help much in this case, aside from the fact that those drugs are something a doctor would need to prescribe. But what's I find truly odd is the concentration levels, they are something you would see used for a lengthy surgery not just a daily dose. And by my physical examination they were administered intravenously. I am going to run a tissue sample from his arm to confirm. But it's really just a formality at this point." The honey blonde lets out a long sigh and pinches the bridge of her nose.
"And we are sure this guy is on the straight and narrow? No enemies?" Jane asks her male counterparts. "I mean come on, someone put this guy down like an animal. This can't be some random thing. There is something here we are overlooking. Maura there was no other physical evidence on him? You did find some little bug in his shoe tread or something?"
"There is some gravel particulates that were embedded in his shoes and some dust on the bottom hem of his slacks but other than that I found nothing else. The particulates and dust are already at the lab but it is going to take some time. I'm sorry Jane, sorry guys." She looks over at the three detectives with furrowed brows. She feels like she is missing something too. Something that should be more than obvious.
"Look, Doc, this isn't your fault. You are doing the best you can. We all know that." Korsak gives the M.E. a sympathetic look. "The family has been notified and they are going to arrange for the funeral home to come pick up the body once you are through. I did tell them it may take a bit, especially with the lack of evidence. The mother and sister understood."
"Once I get the results from the tissue sample, I really don't see the need to keep the body any longer. I have been over everything dozens of times and still I have nothing." Her voice is strained. She looks over to the brunette who places her hand over Maura's.
"We know you are doing everything possible for this case Maura. There's just not a lot to go on. I feel like it has to be professional. The lack of physical evidence has to be an indication of someone who has been doing this for a while." She gives the blonde's hand a gentle reassuring squeeze.
"Thanks, Jane. I'm going to leave you guys to it while I go finish my official report." She gently reaches up and squeezes Jane's hand back before she pushes herself off the edge of the desk and heads back down to the morgue.
"Hey, Korsak, did the family have any insight on who did this or why it happened? Did the vic ever say anything about being threatened?" Jane says as she watches the M.E. leave the bullpen.
"Nah, the mother seemed genuinely stunned. She just wanted to know when she could bring her son home." The older detective made his way back to his desk.
"Ugh! We still have basically nothing other than he was put down like some dog." The brunette grunts and runs her fingers through her hair. And right now all she can think about is how upset Maura is about not being able to find anything. It's like someone is messing with them.
A few hours later down in the M.E.'s office the computer alerted the honey blonde of new incoming mail. She finishes her autopsy body chart before opening the email. She purses her lips at the results, she isn't one to make assumptions but her theory held true. There wasn't a high concentration of the drugs in the surrounding tissue. Which means it was directly administered into the vein and it was done with medical precision.
She grab her phone from the desk and quickly texts Jane.
I got the tissue samples back. Could you please come down here whenever you get a free moment. M
She is sitting on her couch with the file on Mr. Jefferson scattered across the top of the table in front of her she doesn't even notice that the brunette has entered the room until she plops down on the couch next to her.
"Geez, Jane! You scared me. I swear I need to put a bell around your neck." She jumps as the brunette makes herself known in true Jane Rizzoli fashion.
"Whatcha got?"
"My theory was correct, the drugs were administered directly into the vein with precision. The person who did this has a decent amount of medical training."
"I thought you never guess?" The brunette chuckles and nudges the honey blonde with her elbow. She can tell something is bothering her best friend and she would do anything to make things better for her.
"I didn't guess Jane. I had a theory and after performing the proper tests I have made a definitive conclusion. There's a difference." She can't help but smile as the brunette attempts to lighten the mood. Jane is probably the only person that can pull her out of the funk she is in about this case. She agrees with Jane about how this case seems familiar.
The two women sit in comfortable silence for several minutes before the lanky detective finally speaks. "So where does that put us in regards to the body? The family is really wishing to bring him home."
"I see no reason to keep it, we have done everything we can. All of the physical evidence has been collected. The only thing I am waiting to hear back on is the particulates and the dust from his shoes and slacks." Maura says as she leans back against the couch. As she leans back her hand brushes the brunette's hip and she would swear she saw the other woman inhale sharply. Jane always seems to have a reaction to any small unintended touch. "You okay Jane?"
"Yeah I'm fine. I will call and let the family know they can begin arranging for his funeral." Jane says as she wrings her hands together. They seem to be sorer than usual, which is odd because it's usually only the weather nowadays that can cause them to hurt.
"Alright, I think I will stay a little bit longer, see if we get any hits on the particulates and dust. You should go home though, nothing else for you guys to do. I'll text you later though." The M.E. doesn't move from her reclined position on the couch. They have all put in a long day but she wants to stay and see if going over the reports one more time will give her any more insight.
"Are you sure? I can stay and hang around for a bit. Besides what am I going to do if I leave? You're my only friend Maura if you aren't around I am just sitting in my drabby apartment drinking beer and watching SportsCenter." The brunette chuckles at her own pathetic admission.
"I'm sure." The honey blonde smiles as she watches the brunette get up from the couch.
"Don't stay to late Dr. Isles. Doctors need their rest too." She smiles and heads to the elevators before grabbing her things and heading home for the day.
Still nothing back on the dust and particulates and the honey blonde was still getting nowhere with review her notes. She leans back on her chair and closes her eyes for a moment, or what she thought was a moment. The next thing she knows she hears the loading bay bell ring and it startles her awake. Maybe Jane was right, she needed to go home and get some sleep.
She looks at the clock to find that she had fallen asleep for several hours because it is now a quarter to midnight. She found it strange that someone would be picking up or dropping off a body at this hour. She hadn't been notified of another case, so she opened her laptop to check the security feed. A man in a baseball back was standing at the back door. She clicks the button and asks. "May I help you?"
"Uh yeah I am from McKenzie Funeral home. I'm here to pick up David Jefferson." He said clearly into the small box next to the door.
Again she finds it a bit strange that he would be here to pick up the body this late but maybe the family had requested an immediate pick up. She hits the buzzer and lets him in. She walks into the morgue to greet the man.
"Good evening, I'm Dr. Isles." She extends her hand to the stranger.
"Hey, I'm Jason Roland." He shakes her hand and quickly lets it go.
"Mr. Jefferson is in one of our back deep freezers if you'll follow me I will show you the way." The honey blonde leads him through a set of double doors and over to the freezer drawers. She steps up to drawer 4 and reaches for the latch when her whole body freezes up. She tries to speak but no words come out and her body seems to be twitching. It took a few seconds for the pinch in the back of her neck to register with her brain.
"Oh, Dr. Isles you make this too easy." The man says in the most sleazy voice she has ever heard.
"Jjjjj." She tries to speak but she cannot form any words. The man is lowering her down onto the gurnee and begins zipping up the black bag. He pulls a syringe out of his pocket and plunges it into the M.E.'s neck. Her eyes grow wide with fear but that's the only response her body has. She watches as he finishes zipping the bag up over her face. Maura is left in darkness but for only a moment when the drugs coursing through her system start to kick in and she blacks out completely.
I am so sorry to leave you all with this cliffhanger. Please don't hate me. I am going to try and get the next chapter up as soon as possible. It will for sure be up by no later than Sunday evening.