The first time I did an autopsy, I was in my 3rd year if medical school. I was the one who always wanted to get hands on. But now, years later, doing my job, I couldn't pick up my scalpel. The victim, a young girl, was only 6. Who could kill an innocent child? I had to do my job, I had to help my best friend Jane Rizzoli, find the bastard who did this, but I just couldn't concentrate. Just thinking, I felt dizzy, and I made my way out of the morgue and into fresh air.

Unfortunately, that was when Jane decided to make her way to the morgue.

"You okay, Maura? You've never done that before." Referring to my run out of the morgue.

"Yeah, Jane. I'm fine." I said shakily, feeling kind of dizzy. Hopefully Jane doesn't catch the fact that I am trying to lie.

"You don't look fine. You look pale, and I think you should sit down. "

It's nothing! I just don't understand the way people do what they do to people. Like the little girl on my table right now!"

"M, is something bothering you? You know you can talk to me about anything."

"Jane, leave me alone!" With that, I left. I went to my car and drove home.