NOTE: I do not own Rizzoli & Isles. I am just a fan. This is my first Rizzles piece, so I hope you like it.

Maura sat there not listening, not comprehending.

It wasn't possible was all she kept thinking. It wasn't possible.

"Maura, can you tell us where you were on the dates in question?" Lt. Sean Cavanaugh asked.

"My client isn't going to answer any questions," her attorney said.

"Maura, we need your help on this," Cavanaugh said. "Now we know this is a hard time for you, but we're all a family here, you know that."

"This interview is over," the attorney said.

Cavanaugh knew he had no choice. He looked once more at Maura, who was sitting there staring at her hands – no not her hands, just her left one, the one which once had her wedding band on it.

He left the interrogation room and went back to where his team had been continuing to work.

"What did Maura say?" Frost asked.

"She lawyered up," Cavanaugh responded.

"Let me talk to her," Frankie said.

"You can't. We can't go near her, her lawyer will see to that. She should bond out soon enough, so tell me what we got here."

"The techs are still at the house," Korsak said. "We heard back from the Maine State Patrol, they are done processing the car."

"And?"

"The trunk was soaked in blood. Between it and the summer house, their ME says if the blood belongs to just one person, that person is …"

He couldn't finish saying it.

"Alright people," Cavanaugh said. "We do this by the books. We have to work with the authorities in Maine, but this is still our case. Detective Rizzoli was one of us, and we're not going to rest until we find out who is responsible. No matter who that person may be. Dr. Pike has been put in charge of the Medical Examiner's Office while Dr. Isles is on suspension. After you know something, I want to know it. Understood? Good, get to work."

He approached Frost, Korsak and Frankie.

"You don't really think Dr. Isles did this, do you?" Frost asked.

"I don't know," Cavanaugh said. "Frankie, maybe you should be with your mom right now."

"No. This is where I need to be. If Jane was here and the situation was reversed, this is where she would be."

"Fair enough. Now I know enough of the office chatter to know what happened between Maura and Jane, but now I need you all to tell it to me straight. I need to know everything, the affair, their divorce, the last time you spoke to each of them, their mental states as far as you could tell. I need to know if Dr. Isles was really capable of killing Jane."

…

Maura didn't look at anyone as her attorney led her out of the precinct after posting bail. She felt his hand on her elbow leading her, but she tried to block the rest of it out. How many times had she walked out of this building with Jane? How many times had she had to work late, only to find Jane waiting for her? How many times had she come back in the building when Jane was working a tough case and had forgotten to eat, so Maura brought her dinner?

They got to a town car and her attorney, a man named Kevin Dalton, held the door open for her. Her phone call had been to her mother and the next thing she knew Mr. Dalton was there representing her. He slid into the back seat with her.

"The first thing you need to do is make sure you do not talk to them Dr. Isles. Unless I am present, you will not speak to any of your co-workers. That also goes for you former in-laws," Dalton said. "We can't give them any ammunition to use against you."

Maura merely looked out the window as the car began to move.

"Your house is still considered a crime scene so your mother has arranged lodging for you at a hotel. She is flying in tonight," he said. "We need to start by establishing your alibi for the time of the murder and work from there. Luck is on our side in that there is no body."

"What did you just say?"

"I said we're lucky there is no body. Juries find it hard to convict when there isn't actual evidence from the body. A fact I am sure you are aware of."

"Don't you ever refer to Jane as a body in my presence ever again," Maura snapped.

"Of course, I apologize."

"She was my wife. I loved her."