A/N: So I'm back from vacation...booo! I had some horrible writers block while I was away but I've finally figured out exactly what I'm going to do with Jane's family's case and where the story is going from here. It's going to be extremely funny at times...and extremely dark when it comes to Jane's nephew at times; but trust I'll bring it all full circle and it will be awesome...I hope! How about Maura dressed up in biker gear...anyone down? Let me know what you think...I'm open to ideas. This is my first time writing about a case and figuring out how to solve it. Anyway please review.
Maura
I ran down the hallway as fast as I could. My heels clicked against the tile floor and many officers in uniform stopped to stare at me as I passed. I didn't care. It was out of character for me to run in the building; but I was desperate to get to Detective Korsack. It was already well past five and I was praying he hadn't already retired for the evening. I couldn't hold on to my good news until morning. I'd drive over to Detective Korsack's home if I had too. Though that would be rude. It wasn't proper to show up to a person's home uninvited; but this was important!
I threw open the doors of the bull pen and searched around frantically for Detective Korsack. I didn't see him anywhere and his giant coffee mug that he usually kept on his desk was gone. My heart sank. He must have left already.
"Hey doc...whatcha looking for?" A very young uniformed officer asked suddenly appearing at my side.
I sighed and gasped trying to catch my breath. I saw the officer trying to read the files I had in my hand. I clutched them to my chest and took a stop back. The officer frowned at me.
"Detective Korsack...have you seen him?" I asked as politely as I could.
"Yeah he just left...he had bit of a row with the lieutenant actually," the officer whispered leaning in and frowning slightly.
"Oh...what about?" I asked curiously.
Usually I didn't get involved in office gossip; but I had a horrible feeling Detective Korsack's row with the lieutenant had something to do with the case he and I were working. The young officer smiled wickedly.
"I guess the old guy was digging up dirt on an old case and the lieutenant flipped shit. Korsack turned down a call to work a new case and handed it off to a newbie to keep on working some five year old hit and run. It was crazy! Korsack turned purple and stormed outta here like a mad man. I don't know what the lieutenant said to him but Korsack was pissed!" The young officer said snidely.
He had a cruel smirk on his face that made me furious and worried at the same time.
"Oh...I see! How long ago was this?" I asked casually.
"About five minutes," The officer said.
My heart sank.
"I have to run, maybe I can catch him!" I said.
I turned and ran from the bull pen. I didn't even bother waiting for the elevator. I ran down the stairs all the way to the basement parking garage. I ran around looking for the Detective's car and found him leaning against it smoking a cigarette. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Detective Korsack," I panted.
He turned around and smiled when he saw me. His eyes were heavy and he looked exhausted. His smile was pained and forced. Worry was all over his face. I tried not to panic but his expression was making me nervous.
"I did it Detective Korsack...I finally did it! I lifted the print and I got some DNA from the hair sample! It's only a partial print and just enough DNA to either run one comparison test or run it through the DNA data base. We have to choose. I know the sample was from a male but that's all I know. We can hold the DNA and run the print and if we get a hit we can take DNA from the un sub and compare it to what I found. If it's a match we found our guy...isn't that exciting?" I blurted all of it out so quickly I stumbled over half my words and was out of breath by the time I finished.
Detective Korsack turned his head and stared off in the distance. I frowned. Why wasn't he as excited as I? He should have been elated by my news. Dread poured through my body. Had he changed his mind? Did he not want to work the case with me anymore? I felt a pain in my chest. I needed him. I needed his cooperation. I couldn't do this alone. I promised Jane...I promised her! I swore on God and everything I held dear that I would break this case and that she could trust me. I prayed Korsack hadn't changed his mind. I trusted him more than any other detective. I needed him!
"What's wrong?" I asked timidly. "Are you backing out?"
Detective Korsack whipped his head around and frowned.
"NO!" he shot at me a little to aggressively.
I stepped back confused by the power behind his voice. Detective Korsack noticed me eyeing him nervously and looked ashamed. He sighed heavily and flicked his cigarette away. He scratched the three day old stubble under his chin and sighed heavily.
"I'm not backing out. I had to tell the lieutenant why I passed on a new case and he hit the roof. He doesn't think anyone can ever solve this case. He says we're waisting resources and time looking into it when there are more pressing concerns. He said this case was a lost cause. He made me take the new case...I didn't have a choice! He said he'd write me up if I didn't! It's like five years ago all over again." Detective Korsack said sadly.
"I've been running around all afternoon on this new case. Worse the victim was a junkie that got shot by a store customer when he was trying to hold up the place. Whoever killed the guy ran off; but who can blame him for shooting a man that was trying to rob a store at gun point? If he would just come forward I could help him out...we could call it self defense; but of course no one is talking in that neighborhood. I'm going to be beating feet all day tomorrow knocking on doors just to have them slammed in my face." Detective Korsack looked weary and furious at the same time.
My heart felt heavy. He seemed to be under immense pressure and I felt awful adding to it. I didn't want to get him in trouble with the lieutenant; but I couldn't give up so easily.
"That's awful Detective, perhaps if I spoke with the lieutenant myself..."
"...NO! Don't do that. I don't want you fighting my battles for me. I'm going to work the new case...but that doesn't mean I can't work the old one in my free time like you. You give me that print and I'll start running a search on it now. With any luck we'll get a hit on it...that is if the guy is in the system."
I could tell by the set of his jaw and his squared shoulders that he meant business. I smiled widely at him, but it was a sympathetic smile. Detective Korsack was making great personal sacrifices to work this case with me and I appreciated him more than I could say. I flew into his arms and hugged him tightly. The detective seemed shocked at first but then he hugged me back.
"WOW!" he exclaimed, "I should work with you more often if I get hugs like this!" he laughed.
I laughed with him. I told him everything I'd learned from reviewing the case files as we sat in my office. We wrestled Detective Frost into hacking into the fingerprint database from my office computer and we were watching the blur of fingerprints flash on my screen as the program looked for a match to the print. Detective Korsack told me honestly that it could take days to find a match if we found one at all. That upset me but I didn't let it show. I was determined to solve this case one way or another.
It was Friday night and I was supposed to be leaving for the Hampton's with Jane and Angela tomorrow. And probably Consuela too because the woman seemed to be adamant about going wherever Angela went. I don't know how much Jane was looking forward to going to the Hampton's; but I would have to call my mother and cancel. I wasn't going anywhere until we solved this case.
It was late. I looked up at the clock on my wall; it read half past eleven p.m.! I sighed and took another long sip of my very cold coffee. I stared at the crime scene photos again. Detective Korsack was sitting on my couch with files and folders and pictures scattered everywhere. He had taken off his tie and consumed three cups of coffee already but he seemed determined. I appreciated him so much. I'd never worked so closely with another living soul in the precinct before; but I had to admit...it was refreshing.
"It's strange that the driver of the other car didn't get injured in the accident. I found no blood. How is that possible? The entire front end of the car is smashed!" I said frowning at a picture of the car that hit Jane's family.
Korsack grumbled in his bass voice.
"That car had been totally redone post factory. Look at the seats in this picture." Korsack said holding up a picture from across the room.
I squinted my eyes to see it. I shuffled through my own set of pictures to find the one he was referring too.
"They are quite odd," I admitted. "I noticed that when I combed through the car looking for evidence,"
"They are racing seats. See the seat belt? It comes over the shoulders and buckles between the legs. The head rests hold the head to place to keep the neck from snapping in high impact crashes. This is Nascar type stuff." Detective Korsack educated me.
"And the air bag had been ripped from the steering wheel. It wasn't there when we got to the scene." He added.
It was my turn to frown.
"Is it possible the driver was injured and blood got on the air bag and that's why he took it with him?" I asked curiously.
"I suppose it's possible. But it still doesn't explain why there was no blood anywhere else in the car." Detective Korsack frowned.
I studied the pictures silently for a while longer. I could hear the clock on my wall ticking away the seconds. My eyes felt heavy and were crossing from time to time. I was so tired but I wouldn't stop looking. I reached for my cold coffee again when my eyes landed on something curious in one of the photos.
"This material here caught in the door frame. It looks like it was ripped from someone's clothing. It couldn't have been an officer...this fabric is specialized textile material usually seen in motorcycle riding jackets. It's very strong; it's made to protect a rider if they fell off a bike at high speed. It must have gotten caught in the door when the driver was trying to exit the vehicle and he had to tear the jacket to get loose. I'd have to run test on the fabric; but if it is what I think it is; I know it's very expensive and very rare in Boston. There are only a few stores that sell anything like this. I have to find the material...where is it?" I exclaimed.
I ran from my office and into my lab. I tore through the boxes of evidence from the case. Detective Korsack ran in the lab after me panting slightly. His eyes were bright and curious even though he looked even more weary than me.
"It's a tiny piece of fabric. Can you really get all that information from just seeing it in a picture?" Detective Korsack asked incredulously.
I smiled. My head was buried in a box as I looked for the evidence bag with the piece of fabric; but I was more than confident.
"Not only can I identify what the material is if I find it. I can match the color and fabric to the exact make and model of the jacket it came from. If we are lucky it hasn't been discontinued. Either way we can find a picture on the internet of the jacket and print it out. We can ask the bike jacket dealers if they still have it in stock or know anyone who's ever bought one!" I said excitedly.
My voice was muffled by the box but I was practically giddy.
"If we can get a picture of the jacket it's more likely we'd have better luck looking at the biker bars. You said that kind of jacket was really expensive right?" Korsack asked.
"Yes...a jacket made of this type of material will run anywhere between six hundred and a couple of thousand dollars." I said reemerging from the box and throwing it aside to bury my head in another one.
"Really? My guess is the perp still has that jacket. You don't just throw away a couple grand cause you got a little hole in it." he said pointedly.
I frowned in the box.
"It's poor personal etiquette to wear damaged clothing." I said.
I heard Detective Korsack sigh behind me.
"Not everyone can afford to toss something so expensive because of a tiny rip or tear. Anyway, those jackets are sacred to bike riders. They put patches on them to represent their clicks or gangs or whatever the hell."
"It's call being patched in," I said pulling my head from the box and smiling over my shoulder at Detective Korsack.
"It's very fascinating actually. Motorcycle gangs and gangs in general have a very well defined hierarchy of rank. In motorcycle gangs certain patches represent rank, or time served in the gang, whether one has been to prison, whether one has ever murdered, the name of their bike, or their girlfriend...actually I believe bikers refer to their girlfriends as 'old ladies'. Anyway, you are probably right. If the un sub is affiliated with a motorcycle club he most likely still wears that jacket which is wonderful for us. If we find the jacket...we find the un sub. I can match the fabric left in the car to that jacket, we can run his prints against the one I lifted from the soda can, we can match his DNA and..."
"...and we've got the smoking gun! The trifecta...the head shot!" Detective Korsack smiled.
"BONGO!" I said excitedly.
Detective Korsack frowned, then he smiled and shook his head.
"Actually it's BINGO, Dr. Isles," he chuckled to himself.
I blushed and stuck my head back in the box.
Detective Korsack and I spent forever looking through the boxes until finally he produced the evidence bag with the fabric. I was so excited I snatched it from his hand and ran to my microscope. Detective Korsack stared over my shoulder the entire time I examined the tiny piece of material. Normally that would have bothered me; but in this case I didn't mind. He wanted answers and he deserved to have them.
"Layers of nylon and Kevlar, cowhide and tanned leather...small amounts of textile materials. I'll have to snip off a small piece of the outer layer and test it to identify it's exact color. I can compare the color to the materials and we can identify the manufacturer that made the jacket and print out a picture of it. Then we can go from there," I said happily as I snipped off a piece of the cloth and to perform the tests.
It took another hour to run the tests but Detective Korsack never left my side.
"You know...if it ends up that this guy is in some kind of gang in the city we won't just be able to walk in his club house and start asking questions. Those guys are really secretive and they spook easily. They are no strangers to the law. If they get wind we're on to one of them that guy with disappear like a ghost in the wind. That's if he's still here at all. Five years is a long time." Detective Korsack frowned.
I sighed over my exam table.
"How do you suggest we proceed?" I asked curiously.
"Undercover," Korsack said bluntly.
I frowned at him.
"Undercover?" I repeated.
"It's the only way to get in close enough that we can meet everybody in a relaxed environment. We'll hook up a camera to you somehow and if we see someone wearing the jacket we'll swipe his DNA under the table and run it. If we're lucky we'll not only get the guy that killed Jane's family; but we could get some pretty big fish in the drug game. Some of those motorcycle clubs do big business in the cocaine and heroine distribution arena. Boy this is going to be a case I can retire on." Korack chuckled.
I wasn't nearly as excited as he was. I didn't want to go tramping around with crooks and criminals and murders. I had a family to support; I couldn't afford to be murdered. I certainly couldn't afford for a violent motorcycle gang to find out I was the CME for the Commonwealth of Massachusets working undercover to put them in prison!
I thought of Jane. I know she wanted me to solve this case; but I imagined she would be less than thrilled if she knew that meant me putting my life on the line. I couldn't seem weak however. I was the one who asked Detective Korsack to help me. There was no one else willing to investigate with us. I couldn't ask Detective Korsack to go it alone into the bowels of the unknown.
"Let's just start with identifying the jacket. Then we'll go from there." I tried not to sound as nervous as I was.
Detective Korsack just shrugged his shoulders.
"Suit yourself," he said casually.
Around two a.m. myself, Detective Korsack, and Detective Frost sat staring at a picture of the motorcycle jacket I'd identified and Frost pulled up on my computer screen.
"It's made by a company called 'Icon'. This is one from their deluxe series. It only sold two hundred units in the United States total. It's much more popular in Japan. It has a leather outer and a textile, Kevlar, and nylon lining. This jacket isn't for the causal rider. Somebody hard core bought this jacket. The company discontinued selling this particular model in the states three years ago. Now it's only available online or over seas. The jacket was only offered for sale at Dick's Sporting Goods and Wilson's Leather. That should narrow down the search if you want to ask around the stores. We don't have many of either of those. Still we're not sure if the guy bought the jacket in this city or even in this state. I bet you he still has it though. Look at the price on this thing. I could pay my rent with that...twice!" Frost chuckled.
"I say we ask around the local bike mechanic shops and flash the picture around, see if anyone knows anybody with this jacket." Korsack piped in.
Frost frowned.
"I dunno. Some of those places are fronts for the motorcycle clubs. That's how they launder their drug money. You need a better cover." Frost said pointedly.
"Yeah! What do you know about it pip squeak?" Korsack huffed.
Frost rolled his eyes.
"Let me in on the case and I'll tell you what to do." Frost said crossing his arms glaring at Detective Korsack.
"Computer boy; we just needed your help pulling up a pic on the screen. That's what you're good at! Now go back to your tech stuff and leave the big boy stuff to the big boys." Korsack grumbled.
Frost flew out of his chair shaking in a rage.
"You think I can't be a good detective because I'm black. I can do more than just pull up pictures on a screen. You're a racist, no good, stupid old man who..."
"...I'm not a racist!" Korsack raged. His face was turning an odd puce color.
I was growing more and more nervous as the exchange between the two continued.
"My second wife was black!" Korsack stormed.
"If you'd just give me a chance you'd see I can help you!" Frost shouted.
"OK! Gentlemen!" I said stepping between the two placing either hand on their chests and pushing them back.
"Barry if you can keep quiet about what we're doing we'll be happy for the help. I'm not a detective and any help is appreciated." I smiled at him.
Detective Frost's chest seemed to deflate a little as I smiled at him. He still glared at Korsack though.
"Detective Korsack, wouldn't it be nice to have another detective to help you investigate so you don't have to go it alone? You already have another case to work and this way you'll cover twice the ground in less time. You two can have each other's back...like partners." I said happily.
The two men grumbled under their breath but they took their seats again. I supposed in man language that meant they were sorry and they'd give it a go. I didn't think I was going to hear any verbal apologies though. Men were such strange creatures.
I sat down with a heavy sigh. It was nearing two thirty in the morning and we were all weary and exhausted.
"Detective Frost...what do you think is the best approach?" I asked politely.
"We buy a bike...an old one. We order one of those jackets online and the two of you go around all the bike shops and pretend you want to fix up the bike. That jacket is so rare someone who's seen it before will comment on it. They might even mention they know a guy with the same jacket. You get in good with them. They'll think you're a real bike lover. You'll ask questions...you'll get introduced to the clubs...you keep an eye out for the guy with the same jacket as you. Either that or the guy will hear about you because of the jacket and find you himself. It's your best bet. But you gotta be careful. Some of the clubs and some of those guys are really dangerous. You'll have to pretend Dr. Isles is your old lady. You two can say you're Nomad riders from another state fleeing the law. Say you're looking for a new home. You need to go shopping doc...you gotta look the part." Detective Frost and Detective Korsack exchanged smirks and turned their heads quickly.
I was left feeling odd and put out.
"I have to dress like a...like a biker skamp?" I wailed.
"You mean a biker skank?" Frost laughed.
"Yes I suppose. What do biked skanks wear?" I asked curiously.
Frosts' face split into a wide grin. Detective Korsack chuckled into his coffee cup. Frost pulled up some pictures on my computer screen. A woman in a very short leather skirt, black fishnet stockings, tall black pump heels with metal studs protruding from the heel and toe, and a leather vest that showed off her belly button and a great deal of cleavage appeared on the screen. Her hair was jet black and she was wearing dark eyeliner and blood red lipstick. She had a leather collar around her neck and black gloves with metal studs on her hands. I squeaked and covered my mouth in horror. My eyes went wide and my stomach turned. I couldn't possibly wear something like that!
"It's so unseemly!" I protested.
"It's our best bet. You gotta look like a good 'old lady'" Detective Frost pointed out.
I sighed.
"He's right. It's our best bet. We still haven't gotten a match on the fingerprint. If we find the guy with the jacket you can take his DNA or get a print off something he touches and compare it to the one you lifted off the soda can." Detective Korsack said yawning.
I felt weary and trapped but we'd come this far. It was too late to turn back now. How would I hide this from my girlfriend though? I felt like I'd fallen into a world or craziness.
"The things I do for love," I thought to myself.
"Ok gentlemen, we've done enough for one night. Let's all get some rest and continue on with this Monday morning. If you get a hit on the print call me immediately. I'll do some shopping this weekend just in case we don't get a match." I said shaking my head.
"I can't wait to see how that all turns out," Frost chuckled.
I rolled my eyes.
This was going to be interesting.
...
Jane
"I want you to stay home today Maura, please!" I begged.
Maura was sitting on the edge of the bed holding Angela in her lap. She looked so tired. I knew she was exhausted no matter how much she insisted she was fine. I'd never seen her look like this before. It was six in the morning and Maura was already dressed and insisting that she go back to the precinct. I was furious but I couldn't yell at her. Consuela and James were sleeping and Angela was falling asleep again in Maura's arms. I was dying inside seeing Maura so run down; but the woman was an expert at thwarting my complaints and making excuses to leave for the precinct at the crack of dawn.
It was Saturday morning and we'd been in Boston since Tuesday. Maura had worked insanely long hours the last several days and I was over it. Maura looked like a zombie. She came home every night with red eyes and slumped shoulders barely able to stay awake through dinner. She didn't even come home for dinner last night at all! I'd had to carry her to bed early this morning because she fell asleep on the couch as soon as she came home after three a.m. Tears ran down my face as I changed her clothes and dressed her in her favorite night gown. I loved her so much; but I felt like I was failing her. I felt like I was losing her. I felt like I'd transferred all my pain and needs onto her and she'd absorbed them and was killing herself to make me happy.
I'd never known such selfless love. I'd never known such devotion. No one had ever cared for me so deeply outside of my family. I sat for an hour early this morning just staring at Maura as she slept. There were dark circles under her eyes and her skin looked tight and drawn like she hadn't been eating. I whispered so many things to her as she slept. Declarations of love, promises of devotion, wishes of happiness for her. I'd fallen asleep with my lips against her forehead and my arms wrapped tightly around her. I wished desperately that I wasn't the reason she was in such a state.
I wanted peace for my family. I wanted justice for what happened to them. But I wasn't willing to sacrifice Maura's health or happiness to get it. I wasn't willing to sacrifice my relationship with Maura to get it. Maura had become a woman obsessed with solving my family's case. She was working herself to the bone and it was killing me. I'd pleaded with her to slow down and sleep more; but Maura would only pull away from me, grit her teeth, and insist she'd made me a promise and she was going to keep it. I'd even tried turning off Maura's alarm this morning so she would get more rest; but Angela started crying right when the alarm would have gone off anyway and Maura jumped out of bed to get to her before I could.
I was on my knees in front of Maura. I leaned my forehead on her lap and sighed heavily. Maura looked as weary as she did earlier when I carried her to bed and my heart ached. I felt Maura's fingers run through my hair and a lump formed in my throat. Maura hadn't touched me like that in days. We hadn't made love in a week! It felt like she was slipping through my fingers. Like the case was all that mattered to her...well the case and Angela. Maura always had time to hold Angela; but she didn't seem to have much time to hold me since we got to Boston.
I missed her. I missed her so much. I wish we'd never come here, I wish she'd never opened the case. I wanted to go home. I wanted to go back to New York and our apartment and our nights in our bed when nothing else mattered but each other. I wanted to see Maura smile again. I wanted to hear her laugh. I wanted her to scold me for not eating veggies, or cursing to much, or watching cartoons, or anything! I wanted to make love. I wanted to curl up in her arms. I wanted to hold Maura while she read to Angela at night before we put her to bed. I wanted so many things. But I didn't want this. I didn't want to see Maura walking around like a robot anymore. I wanted her back. She was mine!
"I won't be gone all day again Jane...I just...I need to order some things for the case," Maura said peevishly.
I had a feeling she wasn't telling me everything.
"But you said this morning when you got home that you lifted a print and got some DNA and they were waiting for a match...what the hell do you need to order?" I asked curiously.
"I shouldn't have told you that. I must have been extremely tired to have told you that..." Maura looked surprised with herself.
I rolled my eyes.
"...you were. You still are! You were pretty much sleep walking and talking when you came home...at three-thirty in the morning might I add!" I said unhappily.
"If they have the print and the DNA there's nothing else you can do. It's up to the detectives now, Maura!" I insisted.
Maura looked down at me with exhausted eyes. My heart broke. I pulled Angela from her arms and lay her back in her new Basinet.
"I'm working with Detectives Frost and Korsack in identifying a biker jacket that..." Maura's voice trailed off.
She had a guilty, horrified look on her face. What was going on? What about a biker jacket? Was she just sleep talking again?
"What about a biker jacket?" I asked curiously.
Maura looked like she wanted to bolt for the door. I'd just asked a simple question. Why did she look so nervous? She was the one that mentioned the damn jacket in the first place. She had to expect that I'd be curious.
"I...we found...I have to...Detective Frost said...undercover...I can't talk about an open case!" Maura blurted out the last with wide eyes and a frantic look on her face.
She was breathing heavily and squirming on the edge of the bed. I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Maura...what are you talking about!" I said holding her hands tightly and trying to get her to look at me.
"I just...I have to help the detectives solve the case!" she wailed desperately.
I wouldn't be fooled so easily this time.
"What aren't you telling me!" I insisted.
"I can't say anymore. I can't talk about an open case and it's to dangerous even if I could talk about it!" Maura sighed.
There was something in her eyes that worried me. I frowned and fixed her with my most stern expression.
"...Maura you're not a Detective...you're the Chief ME and you've done all you can! You have to take care of yourself now. You're killing yourself with this case!" I sighed as I sat next to Maura on the bed.
Maura looked at me sadly.
"I made you a promise sweetheart! I want you to be happy..."
"...I am fucking happy!" I wailed.
Maura looked at me through heavy weary eyes. She took my hand and held it gently in her own.
"The lieutenant won't allow Detective Korsack to work on the case during normal work hours. He has to do it in his free time. We found another rookie detective to assist us but it's just the three of us. I have to help or it won't work!" Maura pleaded.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. I crawled back on the bed and pulled Maura onto the pillows with me. I wrapped my arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. Maura smiled for the first time in days. I cradled her face in my hand and brushed her cheek with my thumb. I kissed her smiling lips lightly. I wanted her to always smile. I'd do anything to see her smile. Maura must have felt the same way about me or she wouldn't be driving herself into the ground trying to do what she thought would make me most happy.
"This is too much, Maura. Something will happen with the fingerprint scan. We just have to wait." I said softly.
Maura sighed.
"That could take days if there's a match in the system at all. If not; Detectives Korsack, Frost, and I have a plan to..." Maura's voice trailed off again.
She turned her head away from me. I frowned. What was it she wasn't telling me? I pulled her head toward me and kissed her forehead.
"You're killing yourself with this case. I want you back, I want you healthy, I want you with me. That's what makes me happy Maura." I whispered in her ear.
Maura looked startled by my words.
"I'm always with you Jane,"
"You haven't been. Not the last couple of days. It's like your mind is in another place whenever you are around and you're gone most of the time. We haven't made love in a week!" I exclaimed.
Maura chuckled.
"I miss that too." she admitted.
I giggled with her.
"See...how about you stay home and sleep a while longer. It's fucking Saturday and you're on leave anyway! I'll make you breakfast and we can spend the day together,"
Maura sighed.
"But the case. I need shop around for..."
"...Maura! You've done everything you can! The detectives can handle it from here. I want you back." I pleaded.
Maura started to protest again but I pulled her into a kiss. A deep, passionate, loving kiss. Maura tensed for a few moments; then I felt her body relax and she let me kiss her with all the passion I'd been missing for days. I felt the heat stir inside me. I felt my heart flutter. I felt my lips tremble against her own. I rolled over and covered Maura's body with mine. Maura moaned softly and pulled me close opening her mouth and her legs for me. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her fingers in my hair. I kissed her desperately. I'd missed her so much. I loved her so much. I kissed her neck and whispered sweet things in her ear. Maura sighed and moaned and squirmed beneath me. She ran her hands over my body and my muscles quivered with her touch.
"Please stay with me today?" I whispered in her ear.
Maura smiled up at me. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were tired; but she smiled at me lovingly. I'd missed that smile. My heart ached for her. I hated seeing my love so weary and run down. I hated knowing it was because of me that she drove herself so hard. I felt so guilty. What had I given Maura that I deserved so much sacrifice on her part? What could I ever do for her to make up for everything she'd done for me? Even in her absence I knew Maura loved me; she was only absent because of me. As I stared deep into Maura's beautiful hazel eyes all I saw was love. I felt a tear run down my face. I felt my heart break and soar. Maura cradled my face in her hand and brushed back my hair.
"We could take Angela to the park later," she whispered.
I smiled.
"I have something else in mind, but you have to sleep now little angel." I said softly.
Maura smiled. I helped her undress and we fell asleep again wrapped in each other's arms.
A/N: Jane's nosy ass will get involved in this case somehow...you know how she is!
