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    Origin of Love

    Jane Rizzoli sat in the bullpen on a slow Tuesday afternoon. She was glad her fellow Bostonians had taken a day off from killing each other. It was the one year anniversary of her relationship with Maura. A whole year. She couldn’t remember the last relationship she had that had lasted this long, or gone this well.

    She reached for the magazines on Frost’s desk, hoping to occupy her mind until her shift ended. The tv guide was the nearest to hand so she flicked idly through its pages. Her smile exploded into a beaming grin.

    00.30: Hedwig and the Angry Inch.

    Jane cast her mind back one year ago to the day when a chance visit to the morgue and a song from a musical had changed her life completely.

    -/-

    11:17pm

    Jane pushed open the doors of the autopsy room and froze in place. Maura stood with her back to the doors, her head nodding in time with some unheard music. Jane smiled. In all her time with the police department, she’d seen many M.E’s come and go and they had all been the same. Sallow, older men; uptight and grumpy, their tweed jackets filling the space with a stuffy and ’fuddy-duddy’ air. Then there was Maura, with her insanely expensive dresses, precariously high heels and warm, loving physicality. During hard cases, the morgue would fill with warm tones of classical music or the occasional opera.

    Maura often spoke to the bodies on her table, a one sided conversation that seemed to offer some sort of comfort. Maura didn’t know that Jane knew about her little chats with the dead and Jane was sure she’d be mortified if she ever found out.

    Striding purposefully towards the doctor, Jane hopped up onto the table behind her and watched her work. To her surprise, Maura began singing softly under her breath.

    ”When the earth was still flat, and clouds made of fire. Mountains stretched up to the sky, sometimes higher.”

    Jane suppressed a giggle as Maura sang while she worked. Her hands buried in the gaping cavity of the body before her.

    ”Folks roamed the earth, like big rolling kegs.”

    Jane’s face crumpled incredulously as she tried to work out what the hell Maura was listening to.

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