Disclaimer: Any and all characters here within from the television show, Rizzoli & Isles, televised by TNT, are not my intellectual property or otherwise. There is no intention of financial gain from this now nor will any be sought from use of said characters within. The author, me, acknowledges the borrowing from the above stated television show for entertainment purposes only.

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Frankie holds the front precinct door open, Frost and Korsak watch as Jane limps in pushing a worse for wear looking perp in hand cuffs towards awaiting officers. She's got a cut on her eyebrow, blood coming out of her nose, her suit Jacket torn on her right shoulder and a massive hole in her suit pants at the knee looking rather bloody.

"You alright Jane?" Frost asks as she makes her way towards them.

"Feeling like a million bucks." Jane snarls wiping her nose, wincing before taking a deep breathe. "The guy thought he could get away." She commented swinging her head in the direction of the perp. "Idiot!" she laughs rolling her eyes.

"Going down to see the Doc?" Korsak asks pressing the down button on the elevator for her.

"Subtle. I know I look like shit." Jane smirks stepping on to the elevator. "Can you two start the paper work on him please?"

Frost and Korsak nod as the doors slide closed. Jane rests against the back wall as the elevator goes down. Pain is radiating all over her body, nothings new though, it always ends like this. Perps thinking they can get away and then being sorely mistaken, Jane smirks remembering the face she saw as he realized he'd lost. Worth it, she thinks to herself as the doors ding open and she steps out.

"I think we're going to have to get you a permanent bed down her Detective Rizzoli." Susie Chang says as Jane passes the crime lab.

"Dr. Shields' couch is fine." Jane comments as she continues down the hall, missing the confused look from Susie.

Jane steps into the doctor's office as she looks down assessing herself. "Stitches in the eyebrow, fractured nose, something is in my shoulder and maybe some stitches in my…" Jane stops when her eyes land on a honey blonde head popping up, a shocked look crossing their face. "Knee… You're not Doctor Shields." Jane says dumbly watching as the woman stands, subconsciously running her hands down her designer suit smoothing wrinkles that don't exist. Looking around the office now, Jane finds it completely bare except for the new mahogany desk and an office chair.

Maura's heart rate picks up as she takes in this beautiful but bruised and battered person, relief washing over her briefly as she sees a badge attached to the person's waist. "I'm Doctor Maura Isles and it looks like you need a hospital." She comments raising an eyebrow, she quickly runs her eyes over the Detective in front her, cataloguing the injuries she can see.

Jane shakes her head at the word 'hospital'. "But where's Doctor Shields?" Jane asks her voice raspy, limping a couple of steps forward.

"Well, she retired and I've taken over." Maura fidgets with the rings on her fingers, Jane's voice doing something to her insides. "I get officially appointed as the Chief Medical Examiner of Massachusetts on Monday." She informs and can't help the smile that comes to her face.

Jane just stares at Maura, she's never seen anyone quite so beautiful and no medical examiner she's ever met has dressed so classy. Nodding her head, Jane feels herself running her hands down the front of her even though it's pointless. Slowly she pulls herself out of her trance. "Well since you're a doc, could you please stitch me up and I can go charge my perp?" Jane asks making her dimples pop for good measure.

"I most certainly will not!" Maura admonishes, watching Janes smile fall.

"Why not?" Jane pouts.

"I don't work on living people and you clearly need a hospital because that cut is going to need stitches, preferably a plastic surgeon since it's on your face and also your knee looks like it can use stitching as well." Maura says with her hands on her hips.

"But Doctor Shields always stitched me up. Come on, please for me?" Jane pulls out her puppy dog eyes.

"I don't even know you. I-I can't, I don't even have anesthetic." Maura tells her feeling like she's not going to get rid of this person.

"Sorry." Jane shakes her head, chuckling. "Where are my manners, I'm Detective Jane Rizzoli, homicide and I know you have anesthetic because the doc kept some for when I need stitches." Jane says softly, watching as Maura shakes her out stretched hand. "You can just call me Jane."

"Maura." Maura smiles, shaking Janes hand. Shaking her head and letting out a laugh. "I'm not going to get rid of you until I fix you up am I?" Mura asks already knowing the answer.

"Nope." Jane beams making the doc laugh more, feeling the doc drop her hand away.

Sighing in defeat, Maura heads to the autopsy room. "Come on then."

"Yes!" Jane does a double fist pump before limping after the doc.

Jane carefully lifts herself up on the slab watching as Maura slides of her jacket revealing toned creamy arms.

"Where did Doctor Shields keep the anesthetic?" Maura asks as she scrubs her hands.

"Over in that cupboard." Jane points and the slips her torn jacket off tossing it in the garbage.

Opening the cupboard Jane hears an 'Oh' come out of Maura's mouth. "I take it this happens often?" Maura asks as she finds two spare suits in the cupboard along with shirts.

Jane just laughs nodding her head. "Since the first day I became a homicide detective seven years ago."

"Wow, a lot of sutures over the years then?" Maura asks coming to stand in front of Jane.

Jane shrugs. "I've lost count." Maura tilts her head slightly as she study's Janes face making her start to squirm.

"Hairline fracture. The nasal bone, above the lateral nasal cartilage. It's not disfiguring." Maura says pointing to Jane's nose.

"Yeah could you pop it out for me." Jane asks sheepishly.

Knocking Jane's uninjured knee with her hip, Maura steps in between Jane's legs getting a better look and lining up her hands. "It might hurt a little." Jane just nods just before a crunch noise and Jane yelps in pain.

"A little?" Jane asks as her eyes start to water.

"I'll get you some ice soon so you don't end up looking like Mike Tyson." Maura continues on as if nothing's happened. She begins her work of cleaning up Janes face. Wiping disinfectant wipes along the cut on her eyebrow. "Hold still you big baby." She murmurs as Janes head moves away from the wipe.

"It stings! I'm not a baby." Jane huffs. Maura just rolls her eyes placing both hands either side of Janes face bringing her closer to her lips and blowing along the cut.

"Better?" Maura asks her eyebrow rise in challenge.

"Ye-yeah. Thanks." Jane clears her throat as she feels her cheeks turning red.

Nodding, Maura goes about getting equipment ready and giving Jane a shot to numb her eyebrow. Jane just watches in awe at the concentration on Maura's face. Studying focused hazel eyes noticing tiny gold flecks, to a splatter of freckles across cheeks and down to red lips. Jane can't take her eyes off Maura, she's mesmerized watching every now and then as Maura's tongue swipes her lips completely oblivious to what she's doing to Jane just by that act alone. Jane has no idea what's going on with her. Never has she reacted to someone like this let alone a woman.

Wiping the last specs of blood from Janes face Maura steps back. "Okay face is done, five stitches in your eyebrow. Do you want to remove your shirt so I can look at your shoulder?"

Jane unbuttons her shirt wincing as she pulls it from the dried blood on her shoulder. Maura stands behind her and winces herself. "Gravel rash. I've seen plenty in the last 16 years to know how painful it is." Maura comments as she gets ready to disinfect it. "This will sting."

"Kay." Jane murmurs bracing herself as Maura begins but instantly feel cool air getting blown on it. Looking over her shoulder she finds the doctor blowing on it straight after cleaning her gravel rash. "Had a lot of experience with gravel rash have we doc?" Jane asks as she sees Maura tweezing out pieces of gravel.

"Enough to last a lifetime." Maura says smiling and continues to clean.

"My ma always did that trick with the blowing. I thought it was only mom thing." Jane comments and Maura just smiles as she rubs a cream into Janes shoulder softly.

Stepping in front of Jane again Maura eyes a blood splotch on Jane's stomach. "You want me to check that as well?"

"Oh, yeah I guess." Jane shrugs lifting her singlet to revel a toned flat stomach.

Maura gulps as she looks at the tanned taught skin before leaning forward to treat it like she did Janes shoulder. "Could you lean back a little, you're going to need a stitch or two for that gouge in your hip?" Jane leans back on her elbows and watches as Maura carefully pulls the hem of her pants down her hip revealing a nasty looking cut and her black lace underwear.

"Here." Jane says popping her buttons open so Maura can get to her cut. "So where are you from?" Jane asks not being able to take the silence any longer.

"New York, I went to Columbia University and did my residency at Harlem Hospital." Maura rattles off as she sutures Jane's hip and covers it with gauze. "And then I worked with the NYPD for the last three years."

Jane just nods taking in all the information she's been told. Maura pulls over a wheelie chair and sits in front of Jane. "Cool." Maura grabs Jane's pants around the knee making sure it's not stuck to Jane before completely ripping them all the way open up to mid-thigh. Jane picks up the tethered pieces of her pant legs holding them in her fingertips.

"I figured you wouldn't be wearing them again." Maura says to the shocked look on Janes face before her eyes stop on raised scar tissue on the tops of Janes hands before focusing back on Jane's knee.

"Yeah, you're right." Jane laughs. "Is it bad?" Maura hears Jane ask.

"It's fairly deep. I'd say about 10 stitches." Maura says after assessing the wound and begins to clean, finding herself looking at janes hands every so often and finds herself telling random facts to keep her mind preoccupied.

Again Jane just watches the doctor work but noticing hazel eyes look at her hands. Usually it would bother Jane that she was staring. But something about the way Maura looks at them calms her. She doesn't look at her with pity in her eyes, and finds a flustered Maura spouting the interesting facts kind of cute.

"They don't hurt as much anymore." Jane finds herself saying as she flexes as Maura stops and watches. "They ache in the cold and when it's going to rain."

"How?" Maura blurts out and Janes chocolate eyes focus on hazel. "Sorry, you, you don't have to answer that." Maura shakes her head and starts to stitch Jane's knee up.

"A serial killer, Charles Hoyt, got a bit too obsessed with me. Still is but he's locked up at least. I, um, I went in without back up and he knocked me out. Woke up as he pushed a scalpel through each hand… that's why I don't really like going to hospitals. The amount of time I had to spend in one and the amount of surgery's I had to get, just wasn't for me." Jane shivers at the memories, Maura wraps up Jane's knee up and stands in front of the detective.

"I'm so sorry." Maura says finding chocolate eyes. "I guess I'll just have to continue to stitch you up then." Maura says softly making Janes dimples pop.

"Thanks." Jane says sincerely. "And thanks for stitching me up." Jane says heading to the cabinet and grabbing her spare suit. "I'll be back in a sec." Racing off to the bathroom as fast as her body lets her, Jane re-emerges a couple of minutes later in freshly clean clothes. "So Friday night's me and my partners head to The Dirty Robber and grab a drink, you are more than welcome to come. I'll introduce you to the guys and I owe you lots of drinks." Jane asks as she gently tucks her shirt in.

"Oh thank you but I can't tonight, I have to be home… I just can't tonight. Thank you for the invitation though." Maura smiles cleaning up.

"Oh okay, well the invitation is always open." Jane asks trying to keep her disappointment out of her voice. "I guess I'll see you on Monday then?" Jane asks hopefully.

"If I don't get called to a scene I'll be in in the afternoon. I've got a meeting with the governor in the morning." Maura grabs an ice pack and hands it to Jane. "Keep this on your nose."

"Of course. Ok well, I'm gonna…" Jane says pointing to the door and heading that way with the ice pack cooling her face.

"Lovely to me you." Maura says as Jane walks out her office door. Slumping back onto her desk Maura shakes her head but jumps as Jane's raspy voice reaches her ears.

"You too, Maura." And with a wink she's gone again.

Jane slowly sits down in her desk chair. "Took you long enough." Frost comments sitting on Jane's desk corner.

"Did you know we were getting a new medical examiner today?" Jane asks.

"We're not supposed to get one till Monday afternoon. Was the new one down there?"

"Yeah, I had to talk her into fixing me up." Jane says making Frost laugh. "Doctor Maura Isles."

"Sounds kind of old." Frost says.

"She's beautiful." Janes says not realizing she's said it out loud and her cheeks going bright read looking around to see if anyone heard.

"Did you just say that out loud?" Frost asks trying to hold his laughter in.

"Oh shut up… and get off my desk." She shoves him off. "I meant she seems like a beautiful person, who sprouts of facts off the top of her head. And she's not old, that's for sure."

"Okay, yeah you're just digging that hole deeper for yourself. All we need is your report and your guy can be processed and then we can hit the Robber." Frost says rubbing his hands together. "I'm feeling lucky tonight."

"Sure Casanova. Give me ten and go find the old man."

Fifteen minutes later the three detectives head to the front doors of the precinct, Korsak opening a door for a strawberry blonde teenager. Skateboard in her right hand, dressed in designer jeans from what Jane can tell, purple converse and a white tank top with her blonde locks falling freely down her back. Silver rings and a necklace looking more expensive than what teenagers normally wear that have grazed elbows and forearm, Jane gives her a smile as she passes finding bright green eyes and light freckles.

A smirk crosses the teenager's mouth. "Nice shiner detective."

Janes smile just grows making the teenager laugh as she heads to the information desk. Jane gets the feeling of familiarity with the blonde but shakes it off quickly and follows the boys out the door excited to have her first beer of the weekend.

i hope you liked the first chapter :) let me know if i should continue :)