Broken

Chapter 2

"Aw, man! C'mon Jo-Friday, no!" whined Jane Rizzoli, the woman who just dropped her dinner, whilst her dog ate it all up.

Jane Rizzoli is not just another Boston Homicide Detective. In fact, she's a woman that has won many awards there, and has worked on many cases, so far. Her intelligent brains and fit figure has allowed her to solve more cases, then them go cold and abandoned.

She bent over, swatting Jo-Friday away, and snatched up the remnants of her instant-steak dinner. "Guess I'm having another sandwich tonight, oh joy," she stated sarcastically.

Blowing her dark, curly locks off her face, she then pulled it up into a messy ponytail. She tramped over to the trash can, and threw it in, then walked to the cabinet only to find out that there was no more bread left.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

"Rizzoli...Okay, I'm on my way now," she replied wearily. There was another case to solve, another sleepless night to work.

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Finally, as she pulled up to the curb, and stepped out of her unmarked BPD car, warmth surrounded her. "Hope this one doesn't end up an all-nighter. I'm starving," she mumbled to herself, advancing to the first set of crime scene tape that surrounded the house.

"Good evening, Detective," nodded a police guard, the one that happened to be standing his shift. He lifted up the tape for her as she smoothly glided under.

"Don't you mean, good-night?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I guess so, but that's for kids, Detective. I don't seem to be tucking you into bed, am I?" he laughed back.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever! Stay safe, you hear?" smiled Rizzoli, as she walked up the front porch steps.

"You too," replied the policeman, suddenly surrounded by the reporters, fighting them off from trespassing.

Jane grabbed some booties and gloves from an EMT, quickly put them on, and slid inside the warm, discreet house. Inside she found Barry Frost, Vince Korsak, and Maura Isles whispering among each other.

"Hey, what's up? Why aren't y'all looking at the victims yet?" questioned Jane curiously.

Frost cleared his throat, while Korsak decided it was up to him to start explaining.

"Jane. We have, we just need you to confirm the situation," he stated wearily.

Jane noticed the dark bags forming under his eyes, from the lack of sleep he's had. She also noticed everyone seemed a bit edgy.

"Okay... let's go. Where are they?" she questioned.

"In the bedroom, this way," pointed Korsak, leading them all down the narrow hallway. Crime scene techs were swarming the room, trying to find and collect as much evidence as possible.

Korsak walked in as Jane, Maura, and Frost followed. Jane took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing, and her heart skipping a few beats. She took in the scene, noticing she had seen this set-up before.

There was a man propped up on the wall, with a teacup next to him, his hands and ankles bound with what looked like nylon. An innocent-looking woman was laying sprawled out on the bed, one slice to the neck, just as the man.

Jane couldn't believe this. No, he was dead, gone. How is this even possible? A copycat killer. It had to be. Jane started having quick flashbacks, images popping in and out of her head. She knew what she had to do, she had to find the killer, and find them now.

Maura rested a hand on Jane's shoulder. "Are you okay, Jane?" she wondered aloud.

"I will be. Once we find out who did this," responded Jane, "Has the rest of the house been searched?"

"No. Not yet, this is a BPD case, and we wanted to wait for you," remarked Korsak firmly.

"Maura, do your magic voo-doo crap on the bodies, while we search the rest of the house," stated Jane, walking towards the door.

"Why can't I come?" whined Maura.

"Well, for one, you're a medical examiner..." noted Jane, as Maura gave her the 'oh please. that hasn't stopped me before' look.

Rolling her eyes, Jane said, "Fine, whatever. But if you get hurt, no sympathy is coming from me."

Maura fist pumped the air and followed Jane, Korsak, and Frost as they went through the other rooms, searching for anything that stuck out. They finally came down to the door at the end of the hallway.

"Last one," mumbled Jane, as she carefully turned the knob.

The door swung smoothly open, revealing a dark stairwell that led down into the basement. Jane stumbled down first, feeling the wall for a light switch. Her hand finally hit the switch and as she turned it on, everyone's eyes tried to refuse what they were seeing.

A young looking girl, probably around the age of fifteen was sprawled out at the bottom of the staircase. Her arms laid beside her head, scalpels stuck out the center of both her hands. A small cut on her neck, the blood that had trickled down and stained her snow white shirt. There was a medium-sized kitchen knife beside her waist with blood on it as well, but it wasn't her blood. Her body twitched, as a small whimper escaped from her mouth.

"Oh my gosh!" screamed Jane, "Go get an EMT!"

Frost and Korsak ran out to go find medical help, as Jane and Maura rushed to the girl's side.

"It's going to be okay, just hang in there,"Jane said to the young teen, trying to soothe her, though she wasn't sure herself.

"Jane, she's lost a lot of blood, she needs treatment now," whispered Maura quickly.

"Well, what can we do? We can't press our nose, click our heels, and fly to the hospital," remarked Jane.

"Give me your jacket," stated Maura.

"This better be good," spat Jane, as she tossed the jacket to Maura.

Maura suddenly started ripping the sleeves off the jacket, then tying each one to each of the girl's hands.

"This will compress the wound, causing the bleeding to go down, now we just need to get to the hospital, quick," Maura told Jane, as she finished tying the sleeves.

Finally, a few EMTs arrived and put the teen onto a stretcher. They all scrambled out of the house, and into the ambulance.

"Ma'am, we got her from here," stated one of the EMTs.

"No, we're coming, whether you like it or not. Now go, before something happens to this girl, and I charge you with Second-Degree Murder," growled Jane, as Maura stood behind her.

The EMT clenched his jaw, "Sorry ma'am."

Jane and Maura climbed in as the doors banged shut, and the ambulance squealed off into the night.