Faith tucked her last bag into the back of Jane's car, sliding contentedly into the passenger's side later that same day. She had a thing for fashion, it came almost naturally to her. And Jane had thought about the stores they had visited; it had only been designer. She rested her hand over the other woman's, and smiled slightly.
"Thank you." She whispered, unable to keep the color from gracing her cheeks again. She was blushing a lot more now, which was strange considering the change in situations. One would think that she would have blushed in her previous... occupation. But not a soul there had been nice; and that was exactly what Jane was. She was wonderful. Sure, she could be kind of bitchy and loud at times, like when she had gotten in an argument with a store employee that had started hitting on Faith. Or in the car with Frost the day before. But the detective was fun, and she was generally a sweet person. Or she was, as far as Faith was concerned. Without much of a warning, the detective's phone rang, and she glanced at it.
"Damn it all to Hell."
"Language, Jane. No need to curse like that." faith stated, as the tone looped. she glanced back at the raven haired woman. "You should probably answer that." The detective grinned.
"I should, but someone has reposessed my hand, if you get what I'm saying." Faith looked down to where her hand was, intertwined loosely with the detective's. She withdrew.
"Sorry." It was a mumbled reply, and not one that she really meant. The detective picked up her still- ringing piece of technology, answering the call quickly.
"Rizzoli, and this better be good." She slowed down, pulling off to the side of the road as her expression suddenly became more serious. "Okay, so the corner of... Yes, and... Yea, okay. I'm on it. We'll be there in... Ten... No, probably five. Right, about that. Bye." she rolled her eyes, dropping the phone back into the cup holder as she pulled a very illegal u- turn to head back in the opposite direction.
"What was that about?" Faith couldn't help but ask, slipping her hand back into the oe Jane left on the center console. Everything with the woman was just so... natural. She could imagine her whole life with Jane, if the woman would have her. Faith shook her head; this was too fast, what was she thinking? She blocked the thought, instead focusing on the detective's answer.
"We have a homicide over by Beacon, said that I needed to top the case because I was alrready involved." She shrugged. "I have a feeling he meant something different, but I'll go meet my partner regardless. We are in our investigations together, after all." Faith nodded. Within four minutes, they had arrived at their destination. Bright yellow crime scene tape blocked their path, with guards every few feet of the alleyway.
"Should I wait out here, or-"
"Don't be ridiculous, I'll get you in." Jane answered, all but jumping out of her car, Faith following close behind. The detective held up two badges, and one of the guards lifted the tape for them to go under. Faith tilted her head.
"Interesting, not even a question considered."
"Trust me, there were many considered, just not asked. You were with me." Jane stated. She tucked one badge around her neck, on a chain, the other on her belt with her gun. "Frost! Give me the update!" The darker man turned, his face brightening only by the slimmest fraction when he saw the she- detective. He stepped backa pace, and she sighed. "One of mine?"
"No. But one you hit with Tracking Venom." She pulled gloves from her pocket, kneeling down beside the corpse as she pulled the non- latex pieces on. "I believe it was-"
"Barker's. She was Barker's." She tilted the girl's head to the side, combing her hair back. There was a brand, as she had suspected. "Damn it." Jane stood, backing up a bit to look at Forst. "Lot eight. Sold via private sale I would suspect, since she wasn't sold same- day." The male detective raised an eyebrow.
"Are you sure?"
"I was there, dumabss, of course I'm sure." She rolled her eyes, as Faith glanced around the alley.
"Get her back to autopsy, and someone see if they can get a hold of Doctor Pike since Doctor Isles is-" His head jerked around, and he backed a step away from Jane. "Sorry. I'm sorry, I forgot. Jane-" the woman covered her face in her hands, as if she was composing herself, before exhaling.
"Its alright. I'm fine. I'm good." The other detective nodded after a brief pause. Faith stepped up beside the female detective.
"The incision looks as if done by a scalpel, which is generally not a method used by those in the trading busines. Either that or some type of thin knife, however the scalpel is more likely. Also, the reddish- brown stain on the brick beside her-"
"Its blood, Mau- Faith. You can call it blood, its alight." The blonde grimaced.
"You do not know for sure that it is blood, so for now, it is simply a stain on grey brick." She pointed to the stain, regardless. "It should be tested, considering the way the victim is placed and the blood flow from the wound being inconsistant with the splatter on the walls." Jane glanced at her, before nodding. Frost came back within a few moments, and he grinned at the blonde woman.
"Fancy seeing you here, Faith. Stuff like this doesn't bother you at all?" She shook her head.
"No, the scenes at auctions are generally much worse. And there, you are merely kept like an animal in a golden cage." She saw Jane's eyes light with a flash of anger,before the detective got herself under control again.
"Frost has a weak stomach, its all but made him the laughing talk of homicide, if he cares to let me remind him." The detective grinned guiltily, rubbing the back of his head.
"yea, its true. Jane normally handles crime scenes, and I question witnesses. However, there weren't any this time." Jane tilted her head.
"How did you locate her then?" Faith asked, watching the two detectives as they seemed to have a staring competition, or rather, a staring argument.
"I injected tracking venom into their arms when we were escaping. Is supposed to be so we can find them before stuff like this happens, so that we can catch traders, and give the girls second chances." She turned towards the corpse that was being carefully manuevered into their van.
"Its an ingenous plan, who came up with it?" Frost glanced at Jane, and she nodded.
"Doctor Isles did, She was a brilliant medical examiner. One of the best we had, in fact." Jane nodded after Frost's words, and Faith was tempted to ask why they were refering to the doctor in past tense.
"When do I go in again, Frost?" The she- detective asked, glancing at her partner. He looked down, pulling up a calendar.
"Its too soon after the heist, you'll have to wait at least a couple weeks. Even SeVaim is lying low after the number you did there. And that's saying a lot, because that one never comes off the radar." She nodded, though she didn't look happy about having to wait.
"Nothing else I can do then, Frost. Thanks for the update." She rested a hand on Faith's back, directing her back towards the car.
"Hey Jane!" The detective turned, pausing her steps. "Why don't you go see the girls? They've gone to see Natasha. I'm sure she wants to see you too." Jane nodded, a slight smile gracing her lips. Faith probably wanted to see the girls also, and there was something else too.
"Who's Natasha?" Faith asked, leaning her head on her hand as she looked at Jane.
"She's like a surrogate daughter. Takes care of my horses for me, when I'm working. We've been sending the girls to West Tower as a sort of rehablitation I suppose." She took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh.
"Animal therapy is proven to work in psychological study. Its because an animal doesn't judge what you look like, or who are, but only the truth of what you're feeling." Jane smiled at her, shaking her head.
"How do you know all of this crap?"
"Its not crap, Jane, its useful knowledge!"
"Yea yea, you sound like..." She stopped, shaking her head. "Nevermind. Just nevermind."
AN- So this is a personal shout out to easylion and CR00, for scaring the crap out of me with an email alert to a review, not even five minutes after I posted chapter six. Thank you! Anyway... I dont know what else to say about this chapter... I decided I would add a nice homicide in here as I was writing the car scene, and no prior to that. See? I told you, nothing goes according to the original plan... Like my oreos right now... Im pretty sure theyre stale, which is weird because they were not opened. Huh. Oh well. And some kid asked me if I had a dog, and if he was missing. I was like "Um, if my dog was missing, you really think I would be sitting here, listening to the Saints Row soundtrack?" WTF, people. ANYWAY. Tell me what you think!
~SnapTobiume