Hi all :) This is my first Rizzoli and Isles story, and I really hope you all like it!

AN: Right, so this is set after the last episode of season 2 and essentially it's my idea of what happens next. I don't know much if anything about season 3, so this is in no way full of spoilers for future episodes. The song is taken from the musical 'Matilda the Musical' which is currently showing in London's west end. Please don't judge the first line; it's needed for the whole song to work with the story! I don't know exactly how many chapters this will be; I'll just see where the inspiration takes me!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rizzoli and Isles, nor do I own the song 'Naughty' which belongs to Tim Minchin and his crew from Matilda.

Jack and Jill; went up the hill; to fetch a pail of water. So they say…

She watched from a small distance outside the room as Maura Isles worked away at their recent case. It had been a week since that horrible incident which concluded when Jane shot Patrick Doyle. That was the moment that changed her life. Korsak tried to tell her that anyone would have done the same, that it was only a matter of time, but if it had been anyone else then she wouldn't be stood outside the autopsy room trying to avoid Maura's gaze right now.

Jane knew that Maura wouldn't forgive her, at least not quickly. She hadn't spoken to Jane since telling her to go away at the scene of the shooting and went through Frost at the scene of a homicide. Frost was in there right now, attempting to keep his lunch down and Maura was talking him through the body, explaining what had happened, and she seemed perfectly normal. Jane couldn't decide whether to be angry or jealous or even upset, but whatever she was feeling it was far from fair.

She had to do her job; she had no choice in the matter that day. And afterwards she just wanted to be there for Maura, but she was just pushed away from the bleeding man's body. She'd only shot him to disable him, but Maura wouldn't listen, she shouted at everyone to get Jane out, get her away. It was that moment when Jane felt a horrible pain in her chest; she ran outside, in to the fresh air and breathed deeply. But that pain hadn't gone away since that day, even now as she watched her best friend working she felt it, and she just couldn't understand it...

…Their subsequent fall was inevitable…

This body frightened Maura. Not that she would admit that of course, she was never scared, at least not of the dead people she worked with every day, but for some reason she felt ever so cold. Something wasn't right. She felt anxious, as if something was wrong – really wrong. This was their first proper case since Patrick was shot; even the thought of it hurt; but that wasn't what this was about. Truth be told, she didn't know what this was about and that was what frightened her the most – Maura Isles knew everything. She knew that the composition of the brain is 77-78% water, 10-12% lipids, 8% protein, 1% carbs, 2% soluble organics, 1% inorganic salt. She even knew that the hair curling iron was patented by Theora Stephens on October 21st, 1980. But she didn't know why; for the first time; she was losing her touch.

As she did the autopsy on this young woman's body she found herself missing things, having to go back. Of course she managed to hide this from Frost, making clever little links in her speech – and he spent most of the time looking away. Jane would've realised though, she'd have told Maura she needed to take a break; and then when Maura disagreed she'd practically drag her to the canteen where Angela would force coffee upon them. Maura hadn't been to the canteen for a week now; she hadn't spoken to Angela for a week, she hadn't been in the same room as Jane outside of work for a week. In a week she'd lost her life.

It wasn't their fault; they were written that way…

Okay so she'd lied her way in here. But she had to see him, she had to know. Maura wasn't talking to her now, and watching her in the autopsy room had only made Jane feel even guiltier about Patrick. And now she could see him, she could see why Maura would be so upset; she could understand how she had every right to hate Jane.

She couldn't stay long, partly because it hurt so much, and partly because she knew Maura would be leaving BPD soon and coming over to the hospital. But she needed to apologise to him, and she knew it would never be done when he woke up – if he woke up. So here she was, walking in to Paddy Doyle's hospital room, about to… say sorry….

"What's she doing here?" there was a muffled shout from outside the room that made Jane stand up with a start. She was early, Maura was early. This would only mean trouble for Jane. They'd discovered a new side to Maura since this had all happened, a side that was very protective over Patrick, and very angry at Jane. "Get out Jane."

Something made Jane freeze at that moment. She could see the hurt in Maura's eyes as she glared at Jane. It was a hurt that burned right through her heart; there was nothing she could do – her friend was as far from herself as she could be and yet there was nothing she could do to solve her problems.
"Jane! Leave! I told them they didn't need to use force, don't make me regret it…" Maura continued, causing Jane to move from her stationary moment. She started walking towards the doors, staring at the floor and wondering how she had managed to mess up so badly. Just before she left, Jane turned around to see her best friend holding her biological father's hand.
"Maura I'm…" She began, her hands shaking and sweating with nervousness. The pain in her chest had got worse again, and her breathing increased.
"GET OUT!" The doctor shouted, making Jane jump backwards and nod; leaving before she made things any worse.

Innocent Victims of their Story.

Walking in to the hospital, Maura was still thinking over the events of that day - how she'd felt having to face Jane at the crime scene, the anger that bubbled up followed by that strange feeling she felt for the rest of the day. The fact she was unable to discover the cause of death yet was bad enough, but not having Jane to help her…

Jane. Maura had to rub her eyes and check again, she was there, in the room with Patrick Doyle. Immediately she found that anger resurfacing as she turned to the security guard standing outside the room. "What's she doing here?" she asked him. The guard looked shocked and rather confused, Maura felt bad for a moment – it wasn't really his fault. Her instincts were to protect her father, not that she was sure why, but Jane was the one that shot him – didn't they know that?
"I'm awfully sorry Dr Isles; she showed her badge and said she was your colleague… would you like me to remove her from the premises?" he questioned, obviously not having been in the job too long. Despite a slight part of her wanting to see this guy trying to force Jane out of the hospital, but she felt sorry for the guy enough as it was.
"No, sorry it's not your fault. I obviously wasn't clear enough to any of you." As she finished her sentence she walked in to the room. Once the door was closed the looked up to see Jane Rizzoli again, sat beside Paddy Doyle's bed. "Get out Jane," she began, hoping she wouldn't have to shout at her once again. Despite everything, she still found it difficult to shout at Jane; despite all the anger, the pain she'd caused and the hurt Maura felt, it was still difficult to be mad at Jane.

However, Jane didn't move. Well, she stood up, and then stayed there. She was looking at Maura, and Maura found herself glaring back almost uncontrollably at Jane as she didn't move. But something confused her; Jane didn't look angry, she looked upset – painfully upset, worse than Maura had ever seen her. Why was she here? What on earth brought her to the hospital, in the room of the man she had shot? And why was she, right now, making Maura feel even worse. That feeling she couldn't make out was screaming at her, pumping out of her at some extreme rate, and at the same time making her anger even worse. "Jane! Leave! I told them they didn't need to use force, don't make me regret it…" At that, Detective Rizzoli looked down at the floor and started moving towards the door. Maura moved around her, making her way to sit down beside the comatose man and took his hand gently. Still none of this made sense to her, but she continued as she was. Suddenly something made her look up, Jane had started speaking to her, and Maura couldn't take this right now. She found herself shouting again, "GET OUT!" This time it worked, and Jane was gone.

The door shut behind her and Maura watched her walk passed the room and leave the ward. Immediately she felt something on her cheek and she moved her hand up to feel it. A damp sensation fell on her fingertips – she was crying; why was she crying? Why were so many things happening that she couldn't explain? What was happening to them?

Really hoping this works and you've all enjoyed reading the first chapter. Please let me know what you think! Thanksss

Steph xx