Inspiration for this chapter came from many sources, obviously the Rizzoli & Isles cast for making it the sexiest heterogay show on the tv.  The primary one for this chapter was Chely Wright and the song ‘Let Me In’ I heard it playing for the Rizzles part of this chapter, seems to fit them perfectly. You should listen

Time stood still as Jane stared at the woman she considered her best and only real friend. Her mind flooded with images of the time they’d spent together, days catching the bad guys, nights in the Dirty Robber or at one of their homes eating Chinese food and sharing a bottle of wine. All the

Frankie turned off the engine and sat in silence. Jane hadn’t moved since they’d left her apartment. She looked out the window but he knew she was looking at something deeper than the scenery. “You ok?” he asked when, ten minutes later she still hadn’t moved. Jane stared at her brother, almost surprised to see

Maura watched as Jane paced in the kitchen. She had intended to make them both a coffee but decided ‘just to check in’ with Korsak and Frost. Now she was furious and terrified in a way Maura had never seen. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me Korsak?” she bellowed into the small appliance. “You were

Credit for the thoughts in this chapter goes to people who submitted on Rizzoli & Isles head canon. The literature referenced is J.M Barrie’s Peter Pan. I own nothing except fluffy socks, a mad dog, insane cats and M&Ms, so there’s no point in suing me. I am playing with the characters for my own

“We got another one!” Frost announced as he walked into the office. Korsak looked up from his files and waited for the younger detective to continue. Instead, he dropped an envelope on the top of the pile of files. “Hoyt?” Korsak asked as he lifted the simple blue envelope and peered inside. He didn’t need an

Jane held her head in her hands. How could this be, Hoyt had escaped again? It was absurd. She could hear Korsak and Frost squabbling about what to do next but they sounded so far away. Staring at the scars on her hands, she shook her head. “I should have shot him.” She whispered to

Standing in the evidence garage, Jane couldn’t fight her gut. It was telling her that something in this case was very, very wrong. The car was immaculate, both inside and out. There was nothing in the tyres and nothing that was out of place inside the car. “I got something!” One of the forensics technicians

For three days, Charles Hoyt sat in front of his wall; he didn’t speak, barely ate and moved only to use the bathroom. He studied her, her eyes, her body, and her movements. He didn’t need to see her in person; not yet. Their time would come soon enough. “Doctor?” Hoyt turned enough to see

In the frozen Boston night rain pounded hard on anything and anyone foolish enough to be caught outside. From the sidewalk it was clear to see that Jane Rizzoli was enjoying her birthday. Her friends and family encircling her in warmth and love as the usual birthday accruements littered her apartment. Balloons and streamers were clearly