"There's a parcel for you Jane," Korsak calls from his desk. "It arrived this morning."

"A parcel? Why would it be delivered here?"

"The messenger just said that, Detective Rizzoli, has to have it," Korsak shrugs. "Maybe it's a gift from the husband?" Korsak grins.

Jane rolled her eyes before saying, "Casey's not like that. Maura might, but not Casey. He's just not like that."

"Doctor Isles did plan your birthday party, and it was good. Really good cake too." Korsak smiles and turns back to his paperwork.

Jane brings the parcel back to her desk. She shakes it. Nothing rattled. She gets to tearing away the parcel.

A box.

Jane's curiousity has been piqued.

Slowly but surely, Jane lifts the lid. Inside there's a simple manila envelope. It was addressed to her - Jane Rizzoli.

Cautiously Jane empties the envelope.

"Korsak! Get Cavanaugh!" Jane shouts as she dashes off to the morgue.

"Wait! Jane!" Korsaks calls after nobody. He strides over to Jane's desk and he sees it.

Amongst the photographs after photographs of Jane and Doctor Isles, smiling and happy, laid one with Casey and Doctor Isles; and scrawled over it in red, were the words - Janie, I always win.

A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~
All the re-uploading I've been doing, and some post conversations between users on Tumblr, has tempted me to write again. So, this chapter, is going to be up here, just as a reminder to myself to, write it. In time, it'll all be written. Credit to socks-lost with the initial idea.
Thank you, for the time=)