Maura Isles

Rizzles  |  9/100 (R&I 1x04)

“Aw, Jane…”

“What?”

“Neither do I. But one thing to do with a creep is to put them in a jail. That’s all that I understand.” Jane murmured before rising up from her seat.

“Jane.  You do what you do better than anyone I know.  I think you don’t want to admit you understand them, but you do.  That is how you catch them.” She said smiling, then let her go.

Jane didn’t respond much, she tended to brush off such compliments.  Or use humor to defray the situation.  Maura stood up next to her.

“I am sure it would. But are we really traveling with that? Since when did we become a driving forensic lab?” She queried with a snicker.

She enjoyed that sort of conversation..  Maura looked up into Jane’s, Cool, calm and collected. 

“It’s 453 miles from here,  South and East of here, so 7 hours with me driving.  Jane, .05 of the population, give or take .004, has a fetish that is unacceptable even amongst the ‘leather ‘ population.” 

Her face became wide eyed and serious.

“I don’t understand them.”  she gave a rather aching smile to her friend. “But I know someone who can find them and stop them.” Maura gave a thrust of her chin. 

“I have everything I need stuffed in there and I am pretty sure I can find what I need in there when the right moment comes.”

Jane slid in her chair as she patted on the backpack as if it were some sort of pet before adjusting the zip some. She took a sip of the coffee that was offered to her by Maura, who seemed to anticipate her every need somehow. Jane didn’t want to find out an answer to that, but she was fine with it.

“Mm…that’s nice.” She nodded at Maura who moved the subject to business for the time being.

It would be easy to tease her friend some more, but she’d rather just enjoy her.   She was then wondering how they could be so the same and so different at the same time.  What went through that sharp mind of hers?  Certainly not extensive packing skills.  Just once she’d love to peer at Jane from the inside.

The Detective mellowed a little as she got her first sip of coffee in her.  Maura casually saluted her with her own and took a long drink that soothed the soul.

“Not the same weapon Jane. A similar weapon.” She corrected, now playing with the warmth of her paper cup between her hands.  “We won’t know if it’s the same until I get there and get a closer look at the victim.  I sure the team up north did a fine job, but there needs to be an actual microscopic comparison before we can be certain.  I’ve brought a series of statistics, images, and samples from the local victims.” She patted her own pet suitcase where fragments of shattered bone and torn skin were packed within enough liquid nitrogen to last the journey.