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"Why the hell did I even bother listening to my mother?" Jane asked herself as she sat down. How exactly this was supposed to bring her a sense of calm and peace, she'd yet to figure out.

"Do yourself a favor Janie. Listen to what I'm telling you. Just go. Believe me, it will help."

"Well, I'm here ma, now what?" She spoke aloud to no one in particular. There was no one within earshot to hear her bickering at her mother, even if she was in a completely different place than where she knew Angela was.

Where her mother had gotten the idea that a museum was going to bring her a sense of peace she didn't know. Hell, she didn't even know her mother had ever set foot in a museum. Sure, they were Italian, the arts ran in their blood; but that didn't mean the Rizzoli family knew much about them. The particular piece she decided to sit before, now that was a real puzzler.

"This is art?" she said aloud, once again.

"'La Columna Rota', or rather, 'The Broken Column'. Painted in 1944 by Frida Kahlo, believed by many to be the most famous Latin American female painter of all time."

Jane turned towards the melodic voice. She'd not been able to catch the beginning of what was said, but was certainly captivated by the person who had said it.

"Is that so?" Jane asked, intrigued and wanting to hear that voice again.

"It is. While this is not her most renowned piece, it is certainly my favorite when it comes to Kahlo."

"Why is that?"

"You don't know anything about her, do you?"

"About Carlo, no, I don't."

A small smile appeared. "It's Kahlo, Frida Kahlo. Her father was of German descent."

Jane was instantly mesmerized by that smile. The woman stood just a couple of feet from where Jane sat. Green eyes shining with mirth stared back at her. She had dirty blonde, wavy hair that went just below the shoulders. She wore a turquoise silk button down blouse under a black jacket, a black pencil skirt and what seemed to be 4 inch black stilettos. The woman oozed confidence and class.

"May I join you?" The mystery woman asked.

"Please do." Jane replied, moving over so as to give the woman more room to sit. "So tell me, what is so wonderful about this Frida person?"

"Well, if you were to know a little more about her life and why she became an artist, then this painting would certainly make more sense to you. She was in an accident when she was a teenager. She was on a bus and it collided with another car. She ended up with a broken spinal cord, broken ribs, broken pelvis, leg, crushed foot and broken collarbone. A rod also penetrated her abdomen and uterus. Because of these injuries and a diagnosis of polio in her younger years, she had difficulties with walking most of her life; not to mention an inability to have children which led to many miscarriages in later years. She spent years in body braces and immobile in bed, in constant pain. That's actually how she became a painter. During all the time she was immobile, she had a bed in which a full length mirror was placed above her and she spent her time painting; which is why a good portion of her work consists of self-portraits."

"I never would've guessed she'd gone through so much." Jane replied, completely in awe of both the artist's story and the person telling it.

"This particular piece, to me at least, is the embodiment of her pain, her physical at least. You can see the brace that keeps her body together, even if her spinal cord is broken in so many places. The nails all over her body, the tears running down her face. Every time I see this painting it's like I get transported. I feel her pain. It's extraordinary."

Jane looked over to see the stranger looking straight at the painting, her eyes filled with unshed tears. She was in awe that a painting could bring such emotion to someone, enough to bring them to tears. She'd had that happen before, with a song here and there that would hit a particular place in her mind or heart, but never before had a painting evoked such emotion. She'd come to get some sense of peace, yet at this point in time, the only thing she knew is that she needed to get to know this person better.

"I can see that this piece is very special to you. Thank you for sharing it with me. I'm Jane, Jane Rizzoli."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Jane. I'm Maura Isles."

What do we think everyone? Is this worth pursuing?