A/N: I know I'm back and that's because I have time right now to type and I take advantage of that. Now, if you are new, you got a lot of catching up to do and I mean by starting on my first Rizzoli and Isles story 'Protégé' because this will not make sense but if you want to try to read this, go ahead. If you are not new then welcome back!

Disclaimer: I really wish Rizzoli and Isles was my property but unfortunately, my wish can't be granted. The only thing I own is the story plot and Kris Marx.

"Don't be crazy to do a lot of things you can't do." - Edgar Watson Howe

Ch. 1: Crazy Spring Fever

It was quiet with the only sounds that echoed were the rolling of the waves hitting the boardwalk. It was simple as that while a man walked down this same boardwalk. He pulled out his silver lighter, lighting his cigarette. It was his fix, the nicotine and he knew it was bad.

Hell, even his boss quit it after so long of smoking it. But he wouldn't, not in a long shot.

"Sean Byrne," a voice asked behind him.

The burly man huffed, blowing a puff of smoke out of his mouth, "Whose fuckin' asking?"

"O' Rourke sends his regards," suddenly a shot went off. However, it was silenced and the man tucked it into his jacket. He picked the body up and looked around to see an alleyway, dragging into the area with blood smearing against the ground.

The shadows of Boston will hide it until the light returns.

Kris' POV

My name is Kris Marx Rizzoli- Isles, a sixteen years old former protégé, and adopted by Detective Jane Rizzoli and Doctor Maura Isles. Life had been splendid for the last seven months since my adoption. I was in one big happy family and I was delighted by it. I was dating my boyfriend of seven months, Aaron who was currently in school. I worked in BPD in the Homicide division doing small jobs, mostly doing the file organizing and typing.

I had a desk that sat near Jane and Frost's desks. Jane thought it was a good idea since I did major in Forensics in college and I loved the job of being a police officer. But, as spring rolled in, so did the large amount of spring fever murders too. Korsak called it the crazy season and I agreed a bit when I saw who came in.

Sometimes I decided to hide in the basement aka the morgue. Now in the morgue, I was allowed to do many things except cut open a dead person or test evidence since I was not certified. I observed autopsies some more than others but occasionally I would be grossed out. People, some of them, saw Maura as an awkward person especially when she was known as Queen of the Dead. Sure, she was but I loved everything about her including her 'Googlemouth' moments.

I think that was why my parents were my parents. Maura took in my intelligence and awkward moments, besides having a common ground in means of horrid birth fathers (not going into that subject). Then there was Jane who looked at me as a street kid from East Boston and my street smarts. Both took in my creativity and my personality as well and I fit in a bit too well with the family.

That was the best part.

Now it was just an average spring day and yes, I mean average cause I was still wearing my jacket inside. I ran my hand through my bangs, peering at my computer while Jane was on her computer. Everyone was out including Korsak and Frost who went on their lunch break early. Usually Jane and I went on ours when Maura was ready and don't worry I volunteered my hours to spend time with my family who were all in BPD except Tommy Rizzoli who took odd jobs. I stopped helping him after the dog walk incident that got me in trouble with Maura.

Two words: Pink scrubs, the horror of it all.

I continued to look at my computer, going through Youtube (hey, I had nothing else to do) when I heard footsteps enter the room.

"Rizzoli!"

"Yeah," Jane and I both said at the same time.

Cavanaugh looked from Jane to me before he shook his head pointing to me, "Not you, Marx. I'm talking to the other Rizzoli."

I chuckled lightly. This common problem happened around the station these days. After my adoption, whenever I heard 'Rizzoli' or 'Isles', I responded immediately. It was funny because I became so used to having their last names. I still went by Marx but I loved using my other last names also.

"Jane, I'm going to grab a cup of coffee," I told her.

She gave me thumbs up before walking out of the bullpen.

I still called Jane and Maura by their names; it was a force of habit. I did this mostly at BPD when surrounded by colleagues but when it was just us, I called them 'Ma' and 'Mom'. But lately, Jane had been acting weird much to my notice. She was jumpy whenever I was by her computer, clicking whatever that was on the screen away.

Today, I was going to catch her. I walked into the bullpen from the backdoor with my cup of coffee in my hand, seeing that Jane was on her computer again. I began to sneak up quietly and I peered over her shoulder. I smirked immediately when I noticed engagement rings on the computer screen. Finally, I thought to myself as I leaned down whispering, "She's a size eight."

Jane jumped then cussed, "Damn it, Kris. Not funny."

I chuckled, "Who said it was going to be funny, Ma? I was just walking by since my desk is over there and I saw your curiosity in nice rings."

"You are a snoop."

"But I'm your snoop. I promise your secret, whatever it is, is safe with me."

Jane sighed and looked around before saying, "I'm thinking about asking Maura to marry me."

"Well, I think you should especially when you do have joint custody of me."

"True."

"True about what," I jumped, holding my cup tightly while Jane turned her chair around to smile at her girlfriend. I turned around afterwards clenching my heart as I looked at Maura. She giggled lightly, "Are you okay, Kris?"

I nodded, "Yeah, perfectly fine. You gave me a mini heart attack, Mom."

"That could not be possible especially when-" Suddenly Maura and Jane's phones rang.

"Rizzoli."

"Isles."

"Okay I'll be there but send the coordinates to Dr. Isles and me," Jane stated before hanging up. She stood up from her seat and looked at me, "We got a body in an alleyway by Boston Harbor."

"Oh how lovely," I drawled as I slouched in my chair.

"What are you doing?"

"Sitting. I have to work and do my filing and stuff."

"Kiddo, dispatch just told me that Korsak requested at the crime scene. We are low on hands in means of crime scene techs and you did go to college right?"

I bolted out of my chair, "Yes I did. Let's get going then."

Jane's POV

Kris and I were in my car while Maura took her car. As we drove down, I could feel Kris' eyes staring at me. "Kiddo, will you stop staring at me," I told her.

"Sorry, didn't mean to but I got to ask-"

"No," I immediately told her.

"You don't even know what I was going to say," Kris squeaked loudly. I smirked as I glanced at Kris who simply smiled at me but shook her head and returned her gaze to the road. "I'm happy for you, Ma," she told me softly. "You and Mom deserve each other besides the fact that you guys adopted me. If you need help, I will help you." I smiled and scuffed up Kris' hair causing her to wave off my hand to fix her bangs.

She laughed loudly until she stopped when we pulled up to the crime scene seeing a large crowd. I handed her some crime scene gloves as we stepped out. Maura appeared and touched Kris' shoulder. "Stay close please," Maura told her.

Kris nodded and she began to follow us as we walked to the crime scene tape. "Rizzoli, Victor 8-2-5," I stated to the officer who let me under the crime scene tape. Maura went next but when it was Kris, she was stopped.

"Who's the shrimp," he asked.

Kris rolled her eyes, "I'll stay out here and watch the crowd."

"No, you don't have to Kris," Korsak told her. The officer looked at Korsak who gave the okay letting Kris under the crime scene tape. He then looked back at Maura and I, "We got a victim with a hole at the back of his head. There's a blood trail that goes all the way to the boardwalk."

"So he was moved," I stated. "Any ID?"

"None and Kris here is going to help the officers find some evidence," he told Kris who smiled. I chuckled watching my kid grab the crime scene booties and crime suit with much delight and not carrying that it was embarrassing to start the search. Korsak gestured Maura and I to the body and my eyes widened on how big the wound was. I knew Frost was away because of the disfiguration and Hell I didn't blame him.

"How the hell did no one hear a gunshot," I commented.

"Jane, I told you not to assume things," Maura scolded as she crouched onto the ground.

I sighed, "Does it look like a gunshot wound, Dr. Isles?"

"I can't be so sure until I do more tests but the wound was definitely the cause of death."

The wound was deep. The back of the man's head was blown open due to the blast but when Maura showed the front side to final show us the face. "Hey, that is Sean Byrne," Korsak pointed out with a shock expression.

I could feel my blood go cold as I looked at him then I glanced at Maura. I gestured him away before I whispered, "You don't mean Sean Byrne as in, Sean 'Beat Down' Byrne, one of Paddy Doyle's enforcer." He nodded and I quickly looked back at Maura then looked at the area Kris was at. "Do not tell Kris or Maura for now," I told them.

"You have to tell them."

"I know but Kris is far worse than me when it comes to Maura's protection-"

"Someone is worse than you," Frost stated when he stepped over. I glared at him and he quickly looked back down to his Ipad

"Kris met Doyle because he wanted to meet her. Kris will do anything to protect Maura."

"Just tell her now so this can be quick," Korsak recommended. "You are now her mom, Jane. Place a foot down on her especially about Doyle."

I nodded, "I'll do it after." I looked over back at the body, crouching down next to Maura to see the face again. I then looked at the back of his head, "If it was a gunshot, that the bullet did not do a through and through." I glanced around and began to follow the blood trail up to the area that Kris was at.

Officers with Kris were searching until I heard a shout saying, "Got something!" Maura and Korsak stayed at the body while Frost and I walked over. As we approached, we could see a police officer holding a lighter that had a skull wearing a beret on it in the evidence bag. He handed it to me, "It was under the trash can here."

"There is a lot of shit that could look like anything," Kris grumbled from the trashcan. I walked over to the trashcan to see Kris with her glasses peering over her nose, "If you want to find a shell casing, you can't find it here."

"Kiddo, get out of the trash can for a sec. I need to talk to you."

Kris hopped out of the trashcan, walking over to the crime scene tape, and took the crime scene suit off. We began to walk through the crowd before I rested against the wall, peering at the crowd with Kris next to me. "Okay, what's up, Ma," she wondered.

I looked at her, "Stay calm when I tell you this, okay?" She nodded and I sighed, "The victim is an enforcer for Paddy Doyle."

There was a silence and I could see the struggle on Kris' face from pissed off to concern. Finally, she sighed loudly and relaxed against the wall, "Does Mom know yet or are we playing keep info away?"

"I'll tell her soon but when we get back."

"Ma, do you think that it involves Paddy?"

"It most likely involves Paddy, Kris but I'm not going to assume. But we just need to do our best to watch out for her."

"I'll feel better if we tell her," she simply told me.

I watched as she began to rub her arms, which showed that her scars were bothering her. I could see the worry in her blue eyes as she peered over her glasses to look at the crowd. She didn't verbalize her concern but I knew she was worried.

I also knew she was thinking back to something Doyle asked Kris one time.

"What would you do for family?"

I knew Kris was thinking about it because she answered immediately, "Anything." I knew she stood by with this answer and Doyle's name sent a flag up for Kris besides me. Her expression showed it all, simple as that and I knew what would happen. Kris was going to watch Maura like a hawk until her worries and fears were calmed.

That was how she worked.

A/N 2: Bum, bum, bum! I think that was a good start!

Now the reference about Doyle and Kris' conversation is in Ch. 20 of 'Adventures of Kris Marx', which is all the one shots that are in between Protégé Stories. You can check that out if you wanted to go further into the conversation.

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