AN: Here is a long chapter where I am introducing you to a new character for this story. And, it is not from the Rizzoli & Isles series, and it is a made-up character I wanted to be in it.
Do you remember that Maura didn't move the body back to the body morgue (freezer)? That's how it came in an idea for this story. Anyway, you just enjoy an interlude of a chapter. Follow this story, me and post a comment!
You have no idea who I am. I guarantee you that I am not the slayer who hunted the virtuous people. But I can docent you that you couldn't envisage yourself in this run-down world. Can you deal with it? Do we exist? You are part of it too.
After the dinner in the bullpen, Maura and Jane decided to come down and take their time to catch-up since they were busy with their work all day. The elevator brought them to arrive in the hallway. Maura chuckled at Jane's story about Frankie fighting with her in their pastimes at the baseball game. The ladies finally got to the office, and Maura was exhausted for a day. Unfortunately, they were on the call for a night shift.
Jane sat down on an uncomfortable couch that Maura bought it from the expensive and fancy store. She knew she couldn't name the store because it brought from France. Her motions on the couch were still finding a place to be still.
"Oh my god, that is the uncomfortable couch I have ever sat, Maur!"
"But it is beautifully handmade, and it is from France. I can tell you by the history based on the couch."
"No, I wish you bought it from Ikea, and it will be fine." Jane mocked in sarcasm. Maura rolled her eyes. Well, the honey-blonde woman learned a bit little of everything from her best friend. They've practically inseparable as Frost and Korsak told them. Maura waved her hand while sitting behind the desk.
"This couch is a chaise longue in French. It was invented in the late 1800s. It actually was in 1895. Jay Wellingdon Couch invented the couch. But in the earlier 1690s, the period of the medievals, the craftsmen made the chairs, stools, and couches in Byzantium. It was in the furniture making. I believe that we have a museum in Europe and we might go to one of them for one day together. It will be fantastic!" The facts got Jane in awe of Maura's personality traits and pretended to be bored of her facts all of a sudden.
"I call this a couch. You call this a 'chase longe.' So, we can stick with that."
"Chaise Longue, Jay."
"Whatever, Maur."
Maura chuckled before tipping a keyboard to write on the additional information for her autopsy on the victim. Jane massaged her palms and felt the pain. She scrunched her nose when pressuring a nerve inside and exhaled in a shaky breath. Maura heard it but didn't say anything.
The ladies knew that the history of Jane's past work was terrifying but risky because of her mind and guts were always right at most. Maura didn't enforce herself to be involved in being nosy but let Jane do her thing to express her feelings about it. It was Jane's work life that Maura didn't mind to listen and in her private as well.
Jane was grateful that Maura understood her but not of all, the men (the ones who dated her in the past) didn't understand what is to be a detective for the homicide. Except for that guy, Agent Gabriel Dean, who had experience working with the homicide before. But, Dean was clueless about how to read Jane's mind, not like Maura.
The ladies rarely dated the men while having those jobs. Sometimes, Jane was secretly criticizing those men Maura dated in the past, including Ian Faulkner, a hot muscular guy from Australia but an international con man. Maura hated it when Jane mocked in every man's voice and actions toward her. But they understood how they feel about dating those guys and moved on easily.
Across from the office, the figure of a woman walking to the rolling bed, which the body laid in the middle of the morgue. The light was flickering while the woman slowly took a look in the room but didn't want to be caught. She smelt the odor from the body and immediately came closer. Unfortunately, the ladies in the office looked at each other and saw the lamp that constantly flickered.
Jane was confused while slowly getting up from the couch. Maura stopped typing as she waited for something happening in the office. They wanted the lamp to stop, but it was continuing to do it for a few minutes.
"Did you see that, Maur?"
"Yes. I think that I already changed the light bulb this morning and it was fine. But I don't know why it is still doing that, Jay."
Jane nodded before texting Frost about the lights in the bullpen, but it wasn't flickering in her work. It was only at Maura's work. It was an odd thing to see it in the office. The lamp finally stopped flashing but goes popping. The ladies covered their faces from getting injured. The office was in the dark.
But to the morgue, the lights were still flickering inside the room. Jane and Maura slowly approached each other by hearing their voices, pulling them together. They feared that something was happening in the morgue and lab. The figure of a woman was still standing over the body on the rolling bed. Maura and Jane didn't notice her.
"Are you okay, Maur?"
"Yes, you?" Jane hummed while embracing each other's arms for a few minutes. The brunette detective scanned around in the office. But she saw the peek of the window, which was covered by the morgue's window. The light was still flickering in the room. It caused Jane to want to inspect in the morgue. Her voice led Maura to look up at her best friend.
"Why is the light flickering over there?" The medical examiner turned around to see the flickering lights inside the room. Jane unclasped her gun from her waist and readied to shoot someone but slowly walked to the door. Maura was staying behind her to be with her, and her curiosity got her too.
The brunette detective reached the doorknob to open it, and her eyes scanned inside the morgue. The figure of a woman knew that she was getting caught but let it be. Maura looked down at her table, and it was a scalpel. She reached it and held it by her defense. They entered the morgue, and the flickering finally stopped.
Jane and Maura scanned every corner until their eyes finally stopped on the figure of a woman standing over the body. It got the ladies to prepare for an attack, but it wasn't on purpose.
"Hey! I have a scalpel!" Maura shouted. Jane ceased by looking over her shoulder and made a face. The honey-blonde woman shrugged.
"Maur, really, a scalpel?"
The woman was chuckling at their bickering. The ladies heard her but got readied. Maura and Jane never noticed a woman coming in from the outside of the morgue doors. It was a beautiful figure in a dark cardigan trench coat, black leather skinny pants, combat boots with a white t-shirt. Her hair was dark straight brown. It was not like Jane's. She had a light skin complexion like pale snow.
But one thing made Jane and Maura to be feared was the woman's eyes. It was like Riley's statement about the murderer. The eyes were dark red, and it was abnormal. Jane steadied her jaw while pointing with her gun. Maura gasped.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?" Jane demanded by raising her voice. The woman tilted her head to look up at the brunette detective. She circled the rolling bed and halted.
"I came in from those doors." The figure indicated the doors. Maura got a nod from Jane and moved to the doors. She checked if it was still locked, and it was not locked.
"Jay, it is not locked."
"Maur, you forgot to lock those doors before you went upstairs?"
"I think that one of the morgue techs forgot to do that. Please, remind me to call them in the first thing in the morning."
Maura was frustrated with her staff and knew that she repeated her rules a few years ago. Jane nodded toward her best friend but kept her eyes on the figure.
"I guess that the doors welcome me."
"Again, who are you?" The brunette detective made a point but didn't trigger her gun. She knew if she did, the noise would alert the men upstairs. She didn't want the chaos in the room.
"My apologies. I am introducing myself; I am Elizabeth Blackwood. I don't want to interrupt your bickering over there in the office. I just wanted to observe this body."
"No. You don't get permission to observe it." Maura explained. Jane agreed. Elizabeth chuckled before turning her head to the victim. She knew a lot of things that would help the investigation goes well but omitted to it.
"Well, this body led me to come here. I assume that you need some luck with this case. If you insist, you should have my help by then, Maura Isles. Or, can I say Maura Dorthea Doyle?"
The honey blonde woman was shocked that Elizabeth knew her biological name and even her biological father. Jane didn't put her gun down but still pointing at her. Elizabeth flourished her hands.
"It's your choice, Jane Clementine Rizzoli. You shoot me or let me help you."
Jane was deciding in her mind, but she knew that it's no choice for her to shoot her. Maura steadied her hand on her gun to put down.
"Jay, let her help us."
"No. I don't want it! She knew us, Maur. I want to know how she did."
"Oh, you thought me as a killer. Is it because of my eyes? No, I guarantee you that I am not that killer you are going to look. I am not a man."
"How did you know if you are not a killer, Elizabeth?" Maura questioned.
"This odor is not mine." Elizabeth pointed to the body. Maura and Jane were perplexed at her statement. The dark brunette gestured them to come over. The ladies looked at each other before coming closer to the rolling bed.
"What do you mean by the odor?" Jane got in a detective mode. Elizabeth leaned to the body and smelt the odor that was vaporing from the body. Maura watched the scene.
"It smells like a fishy and garbage. My odor is nature. I am sure that you can smell it too, Maura." Jane slowly glanced at her best friend. Maura was confused by smelling the odor. Elizabeth watched them and tilted her head to hear something from the hallway.
"Someone is coming. I will be coming back here tomorrow. I think you have the murders tonight. Don't tell them yet unless you want my help."
The light went blackout. Elizabeth vanished in time when the light went back on. Maura and Jane looked at the spot where Elizabeth stood, but she was gone. Frost came in the morgue and looked at the ladies who were in shocking awe.
"Are you ladies, okay? Why are you holding a gun and scalpel? Or, you plan to shoot our victim?"
It shook the ladies by looking at the African American man. Maura quickly dropped a scalpel on the rolling bed. Jane clasped her gun back in her waist all of a sudden.
"No, Frost. I showed Maura how to use a weapon. That is an unloaded weapon. She showed me how to cut with a scalpel." The brunette detective lied. Maura knew that she couldn't lie but kept nodding. Frost was chuckling at his partner and knew it was a lie. But he let it go and sighed.
"We have a call. Two murders. Korsak went there. I wanted to come here to tell you."
"Ok, let's go!" Jane exclaimed. Maura got her rolling bed back to the proper place and followed Jane and Frost. They were ready to work again.
Elizabeth arrived at the scene where Korsak secured the site. She watched the people starting to get seen in the crime scene. She felt the wind blowing on her, and it was her friend standing beside her. Elizabeth waited.
"Do you get anything from the body?"
"Yes, it is a fishy and garbage odor. I suspect that it was someone from the highest coven. Someone shifted in the body of our boss and killed an innocent man. It's a shapeshifter vampire. Can you pass up a message for me?"
"Yes, Élisabeth." The man looked at his friend. Elizabeth crossed her arms over her chest. They watched Jane and Maura appearing up with Frost from the sedan car. The morgue van arrived at the same time.
"I will keep my eyes on Maura and Jane for their safety. With my heart." The man nodded. Elizabeth hummed, while using her telepathy connection with her friend beside her.
'Will you get someone to watch over the Rizzoli and Isles family? I got a feeling that someone is coming for them.'
'I will.'
Elizabeth waved her hand to dismiss her friend. The wind blew away on her. She hid in a shadow where the people cannot see her. Her eyes observed on the bodies lying on the street. It was the children. Elizabeth clenched her fist and knew that someone did it on the purpose. In her thoughts, she knew that her boss didn't kill the man and even the children but was aware of his past crimes.