Author Note: This will be a multi-chapter fic, I'm not sure how many chapters there will be at the moment but there will be several. I doubt I'll be posting every day, but I'll try to get new chapters up every few days if I can. I hope you enjoy my story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rizzoli & Isles, or the world they're living in. I just play pretend God.

Chapter One: Jane

The case came in in the middle of the night. Jane rolled over and reached for her cell phone, mumbling a response to the caller before climbing out of bed. Late night cases were her least favourite part of the job. She stripped off her nightwear and walked across the bedroom towards the shower. The stream of water soaked her skin, the jet power enough to wake a herd of elephants barely put a dint in her wake-up routine.

Half an hour later, the dark alley looked like most of the dark alleys they'd visited over the course of her career. If Jane had been dropped in the middle of it blindfolded, she was almost certain she wouldn't have been able to find her way home without some help. A shiver travelled down her spine, the cold night air made her hands ache. A small light flickered from the building above and a strong scent of blood mixed with chemical strength cleaning fluid was in the air.

"Good morning," said Maura. Her face lit up with her smile.

"Don't," said Jane, her eyelids still heavier than she would have liked.

"It's not everyday you get to see the sun rise over Boston," said Maura, handing her a packet of gloves. "We should do this more often."

Jane looked up at the night sky and frowned. "It's still dark, Maura."

"Now it is, but by the time we're done here the sun will be coming out to play."

Jane opened her eyes wide and tilted her head slightly to the left. "What are you talking about?"

"Someone's not had her morning coffee."

"That's because it's not morning," said Jane, snapping her gloves onto her hands.

Maura pulled her own gloves on and walked across to the body. The young woman lay on the floor beside a dumpster, her blonde hair matted with something dark and her legs crossed. Jane shone her flashlight upon the body giving Maura enough light to move around and assess.

"What do we got?"

"She appears to be in her mid to late twenties, no signs of trauma to the torso or lower body. There's a mass of what appears to be a mixture of blood and brain matter in her hair. I think it's safe to conclude that this was not a natural death."

"No shit," said Jane, rolling her eyes then closing them.

"You look like you're asleep," said Maura, standing up and tapping Jane on the shoulder.

"What?" Jane asked, she opened her eyes again. "What'd I miss?"

"What a shame," said Maura, smirking. "I offered to give you coffee through an IV but because you didn't respond I changed my mind."

"You, what?" Jane opened her eyes wider and shook her head. But Maura had already walked away.

Back at the precinct the homicide unit was alive with activity. Nina sat at her computer analysing camera footage, whilst Korsak and Frankie studied witness statements gathered by uniform. Jane sat at her desk with two mugs of coffee and heavy eyelids. On night's like this one, she hated her job with a passion. Who wanted to be pulled from sleep before the sun had risen only to sit at a desk for hours before she could even start following up on most of their leads?

When her phone buzzed loudly on the desk, Jane jumped.

"Rizzoli," she said, stifling a yawn. "Okay, Maura, I'll be down in a minute."

She carried both mugs of coffee down to the autopsy room and handed one to Maura.

"You really shouldn't drink this much caffeine," said Maura, with a raise of her eyebrows.

"That one's for you," said Jane.

"Doubtful, since it's only half full."

Jane smiled and shrugged. "What you got for me, Maur?"

She pulled the sheet that protected the dignity of the woman's body back, exposing her pale skin to the artificial lights. Jane's fingers loosened their grip on the coffee mug. She barely registered as it smashed across the tiles, her mouth agape. She took a step backwards.

"She…he, she…she's got a Johnson?"

"We've not got the tox screen back yet but I suspect we'll find hormone treatment drugs in her system." Maura picked up a broom and pan from the corner of the room and handed them to Jane.

She scrunched up her nose. "Don't we have cleaning people for that?"

"You dropped it," said Maura, sliding the sheet back across the woman.

"You got anything else?" asked Jane, taking the broom and sweeping up the mess.

"I found a couple of hairs that don't match those on her head, I'll let you know when we get the labs back."

"I need some more coffee," said Jane, pouring the contents of the pan into the nearest trash bag. "You coming?"

They walked out of the elevator on the first floor. Jane made a beeline for the coffee, pouring herself a mug. She sipped on the luscious black liquid wondering how it could ever taste this good again.

"Don't you want some, Maura?" Jane asked.

She turned around to find Maura stood staring at a woman who'd just entered the building, her blonde hair flowing carelessly across her shoulders and down by her overt cleavage.

"Maur?" Jane said, resting a hand on the back of her shoulder. Before she could say another word, the woman came bounding across the room in a flurry of squeals and excitement.

"Maura!"

All Jane could see was the unnatural movement of her barely covered chest as the woman placed a hand on each of Maura's cheeks and pressed her lips against Maura's with so much force that Maura stumbled backwards.

"Lucy," said Maura, taking another step back. "What are you doing here?"

Lucy wrapped her arms around Maura and squeezed her tightly, their bodies pressed together for longer than Jane deemed necessary. She could barely take her eyes off the two women stood arm in arm. An uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of her stomach that she couldn't explain.

"I was in town, thought I'd look you up," said Lucy.

"You should have called. I could have arranged a ride from the airport."

Jane watched the exchange of conversation for a couple of minutes. Feeling ignored and unwanted, she slipped out of the cafe and back towards the elevator. She didn't have time to stand there watching when there was a case to be solved.

"Jane," said Korsak, standing over her desk. His voiced reached her ears a few moments later. "Are you in there?"

"What is it, Korsak?" she asked, turning in her chair and leaning back.

"Nina's found someone who might have witnessed the murder, we've got a name. Let's go."

The words travelled into her brain but there was no chance in hell that Jane could repeat them. She lifted her head, frowning at Korsak. Usually her mind didn't drift so far off base. She cleared her throat and tried to focus on what he'd said.

"Did you hear me?"

"I heard you," she said, though she couldn't be too sure she understood.

"We have to go, now."

"Can't you take Frankie? Or Nina?"

Korsak raised his eyebrows and stared at her. "You're willingly giving Frankie this assignment?"

"Whatever," said Jane. She closed her eyes and turned back to her desk, placing her face on top of her folded arms. She let out a guttural sound, unidentifiable even to Jane. The image of Lucy with her hands and lips all over Maura played over and over again like the opening scene on a broken DVD.

"I won't ask," said Korsak, walking away.

Jane sat at her desk for two hours whilst Korsak and Frankie went out, brought back and questioned the potential witness. She continued to sit there when they let the man go home, and didn't move even when Korsak brought up a sandwich and left it on the cabinet across the room.

"A little bird told me you're exhibiting signs of depression."

Maura's voice pulled Jane out of her trance, she turned to face her. Usually an impromptu visit from Maura made her smile. Instead all she could see was Lucy, the image intensified with the presence of Maura. Then out of nowhere, Jane saw the same image with herself in place of Lucy. Her chest grew heavy and her breathing laboured. The room was filled with people busy working around her, though in that moment she felt alone. She turned away from Maura and busied herself with a file on her desk.

"Now I'm worried," said Maura, pulling up a chair and sitting down beside Jane.

"I'm fine." She reread the same brief sentence at the top of the first document, glancing briefly up at Maura so as not to appear rude.

"You don't look or sound fine, Jane," Maura said, her eyes filled with that sorrowful expression people offer up to the families of victims. "Showing early signs of depression is not something to ignore."

"I don't have depression." She had something else she couldn't explain. "We have a case, Maura, I'm busy."

"Korsak got you some lunch, you didn't eat it."

The nurturing reminded her of her mother. On a bad day, Jane would throw her toys out of her pram and leave a perfectly good sandwich on her desk until it had grown mould, out of spite for the overbearing behaviour.

"It's probably ruined by now," said Jane, glancing across at the sandwich. Her stomach growled quite audibly.

"Probably." Maura sighed, her eyelids lowering momentarily towards Jane's stomach. "I have some sandwiches you could eat."

"No, Maura," said Jane, turning away from her again. A lump settled uncomfortably in the back of her throat. As much as she loved Maura, she needed her to leave her alone. She clenched and unclenched her hands. "I don't have time for lunch."

"They're in the fridge downstairs, I can be back up here in no time at all."

"I said no," Jane shouted, turning her head to face Maura, her teeth pressed together and her fingernails digging painfully into her palms.

"Oh." Maura's face crumbled, her eyelids glistened. When she spoke again, her voice cracked, barely a whisper. "I guess I'll eat them alone in the autopsy room."

After Maura left, Jane could feel tears sting her own eyes. She closed her eyelids causing the tears to stroll lazily down her cheeks. The last thing she wanted was for Maura to be upset. She just couldn't deal with her in that moment. Not when her head was a mess. She let out each breath slowly and carefully, gasping a little as she came down from her outburst. She swiped her finger across each cheek and cleared her throat.

"Maybe you should go home," said Korsak, peering over the file he was reading. She shook her head, all too aware of the judgemental glare he was sending across the room.

"Maybe you should mind your own business," she said, turning her attention to the lab reports Maura had abandoned on her desk.

Author Note: I hope you liked it. I'm sorry about the ending, but I've always been a firm believer that you need a bit of angst to appreciate the fluffier moments. I don't expect reviews, though they are more than welcome. Smiles are good, too.