Hey. A short chapter to move the story on a bit.
Maura glances at the hand holding the scalpel. If it were her hand it would be steady: the hand of a surgeon. The irony isn't lost on her. The present scene in her morgue sees her trusty scalpel in Jane's scarred hands, about to start the Y-incision and commence the autopsy. The hands shake as they adjust to holding the stainless steel instrument, Maura is sure that the body she occupies is reacting to the unfamiliarity of the circumstances and the remembered body memory of scalpels touching those hands in an entirely different manner.
Maura looks up and again looks into her own face.
"It's ok Maur. You have to do it. I'll go and sit in your office. I might shop for some new shoes. I've seen this fabulous pair of Louboutin's that I want."
"Really Jane? That's amazing that..."
"I was joking Maur. I'm going to Google whether this has happened to any one else other than Jodie Foster and Barbara Harris."
Her face stares blankly back at her. The first time ever that Jane Clementine Rizzoli has failed to get a film reference.
"The film Maur. Never mind."
Jane puts one foot in front of the other trying hard to walk in Maura's five inch heels.
"Jesus Maur, how do you walk in these things? I'm going to trip and break your neck."
Jane is used to being naturally tall but what she is experiencing now feels entirely unnatural and alien to Jane. Jane observes how Maura's body feels without paying too much attention to the soft curves. The toes are practically en-pointe. Jane recognises the obvious burn of muscular strain in the shapely calves and how the hips are in perfect alignment with the feet.
She concentrates on walking and not the fact that it doesn't matter which direction she points Maura's eyes in, that all she can see is the deep chasm of Maura's cleavage. The soft flesh inviting her gaze.
Don't look down Rizzoli. Just don't look down.
The usually demure legs of Maura Isles walk as if having just dismounted a horse; bow legged and uncomfortable. To anyone watching she looks like a cross between John Wayne and Whoopi Goldberg in Ghost.
"Goddam designer heels."
The shoes are kicked off.
Sooooo much better.
The women go about their respective jobs, Maura finishes up the autopsy and Jane finds nothing to help their plight. Maura types up her findings; a cardiac arrest so no case to answer.
"You should really go upstairs you know Maur. Frost and Korsak will wonder where I am."
"You're right Jane. Shall we do this together? You should grab my things so that we can leave straight after. I feel the need for wine."
Jane collects Maura's coat and jacket and the two women walk to the elevator, Jane still struggling with Maura's heels as Frost bounds towards them.
"Rizzoli. Where have you been?"
"I was h..."
Maura cuts across Jane, not wanting a repeat of the near fainting episode earlier.
"Well Barry, Doctor Isles and I were working on a couple of things."
Frost looks between the women, confused. Jane never calls him Barry.
"Ok. Jane!"
"Barry, Jane and I were about to head out. The guy died of a heart attack. No murder. We'll see you."
Jane tries to shuffle them out of the precinct without any further interaction.
"Wait, Rizzoli, you haven't forgotten? Tonight starting at The Robber. Guy's night!"
"Of course not Barry. I love guy's night. Could we just this one time extend the invitation to Maura?"
Barry looks at Jane, it so wasn't Maura's scene and since when did Jane talk so posh?
"Just this once Rizzoli. See you two later."
Guy's night eh? Interesting... Just what do you get up to without me Detective?
The next chapter might take me a while to write so bear with me. Any suggestions for guy's night, let me know.