Detective Jane Rizzoli lay sprawled face down in her queen sized bed as her phone began buzzing mercilessly against the wood of her night stand. It took longer than usually for her to comprehend what the irritating sound was through her much too early morning grogginess.

Leaning up slightly, she used the back of one hand to wipe the remaining droll that ran down the side of her cheek and the other tame her wildly curls. After the night of sleep cut short her hair resembled more of an afro than her usual look. Before grabbing the phone she squinted through morning crusted eyes at the blinking red numbers of her digital clock.

5 fuckin' 03 AM. Why the hell did I become a cop again?

As much as she complained and griped about it sometimes, she really did love her job and she knew it. The past week had really tested her though. Too many sleepless nights, lack of food, and a limited coffee supply had slowed Jane. But Jane being Jane…she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Spare me the who and the when and skip right to the where," Jane barked into the Blackberry, unable to control her crankiness.

On the other end of the line Barry Frost cringed. "Sorry…um, 248 Woods Street."

The street sounded familiar but she couldn't exactly pinpoint the location. "Wait…isn't that near Maura's place?"

"Yeah, it's about a block north of her place. But hey, I have good news. A uni is trying to kiss some major ass and took coffee orders. He should be back in like 10 minutes. You're welcome." Jane could tell by his tone he was being a wise ass but let it slip because he spoke of treasure in the form of caffeine.

The promise of coffee was even able to perk up Jane, who had always been as far from a morning person as one can get. "Sweet. Be there in a few." With that she ended the call and threw her face into her pillow once again.

With some determination and a lot of grunting/sarcastic comments, Jane managed to drag herself through her shortened morning routine. She jumped in the shower for a quickie, brushed her teeth, and pulled her hair back not willing to even attempt to brush it.

Because the prescient had recently put in place 'Casual Saturdays' and it was in fact Saturday morning, (as far as Jane was concerned it was still Friday night) Jane chose her favorite pair of well worn jeans and crimson button up shirt. She put on Maura's favorite body spray of hers before buckling her belt and making sure both her badge and piece were secured.

Jane opened the closet near the door of her apartment and grabbed her black pea coat her mother had insisted buying her to fend off the brutal Boston fall. This time when her mother asked her if she used her gift, she wouldn't have to lie for once. Still putting on her coat she checked to make sure Jo's water and food bowls were full.

Confident Jo would have enough for the day if the case forced her to stay at the station all day, Jane headed out the door and down the street to her car.

She had pulled right up to the yellow tape and was getting out of her car when she saw the group of officers in front of the porch of large blue Victorian home. Jane approached with her hands in pockets of her coat and face lined with confusion.

Standing behind the men she asked loud enough for the all of them to hear, "Anyone care to tell me why you're all standing out here with you thumbs up your asses instead of in there solving murders?"

Each of the officers jumped around grumbling about how Jane startled them, including Frost, Korsak, and Frankie.

"Because I said so!" Cavanaugh's booming voice could be heard as he stepped on to the porch from the thick handcrafted front door.

Making a mock grimace that read 'oh shit', Jane turned and hunched over slightly so only her team could see, attempting to hide. Just as Jane had, the boys followed suit and reverted to middle school boys giggling at the student that had gotten in trouble by the teacher.

Pointing at what much of the precinct called 'The Scooby Gang' Cavanaugh yelled, "You four, on me." Redirecting his attention to the other officers, "The rest of you, keep the press out until I give further orders."

Before heading toward the Lieutenant, they each looked at each other and shrugged then made their way to the porch.

Handing Jane her coffee as they walked, Frost said, "You'd think after 2 years of that, I'd be used to that Jane."

"You'd think after 2 years it'd get old…" taking a sip of her much needed caffeine source and making an over exaggerated contented sigh, "but it really doesn't."

They all began to chuckle but stopped when they saw their commanding officers stern and stressed face.

"Listen and listen good boys and…Jane." Shaking his head he continued, "Anyway, we need this to stay quiet. This is going to be big when this shit hits the fan and I need you all to keep this under wraps as long as possible. It's no secret that you're all the best I got and I'd like it to stay that way. So don't fuck up and you'll all stay off my shit list. Got it?" He stood there, hands on his hips, waiting for a response.

The lot of them all shook their heads and mumbled agreeing they understood but still had no clue what secret they were trying to keep.

"Good. Follow me." He turned and gestured with a waving motion over his shoulder to reinforce his statement. Just as they were about to cross the threshold, they stopped in their tracks and turned at the sound of an undeniably familiar feminine voice.

" Hi!" Dr. Maura Isles called waving her hand at them. In the other hand she held her bag full of who-knows-what that she had always brought to each crime scene since Jane had met her. Out of breath, she hurried up the steps to meet them at the door. A bit too chipper for the lack of daylight at hand she said, "Sorry I'm late, I got here as fast as I could under the circumstances."

Mouths agape, they looked up and down at the seriously disheveled woman before them. She was wearing her black shortened overcoat masking whatever expensive clothing she undoubtedly wore underneath with a pair of her more subdued heels. But that wasn't what was on the odd side of her appearance. Maura's usually bouncy curls were pulled back into an especially messy bun, far beyond the point of stylish and her make-up seemed a bit on the smudged side.

Rolling his eyes, Cavanaugh turned once more and beckoned them further, "Fill her in later. C'mon."

Letting Maura pass in front of her, Jane hunched over her shoulder to whisper in her ear. "Maur, what took you so long? And are you sure you're feeling okay? No offense but…you don't look so great."

Maura's quick turn caught Jane off guard and she barely stopped herself from smashing into the smaller form. "What are you trying to imply, Jane?" Maura asked very calmly.

Searching for the right words Jane sputtered some indecipherable grunts and rubbed the back of her neck with her hand as the other was firmly planted on her hip. "I…um…Well Maur…Its just Frost called me like 20 minutes ago and I was here before you and you live like a block away. You also look like you may have gotten dressed in a hurry."

Somewhat satisfied with Jane's answer, Maura turned and began to follow the boys as they continued through the luxurious living room and into the dining area. "Oh, I had a friend over last night, Jane."

Jane hadn't moved, but hearing the word 'friend' kicked her into gear. "Wait…friend?" She didn't quite run but walked rather briskly to catch up with her best friend. When she was side by side with Maura she asked sputtering again, "Maura, do you mean like an old college friend do you mean a…um…friend friend?"

Not bothering to look at the panicked face of Jane she answered, "Well, you would be correct in assuming that they are my friend that I did first meet in college, though they are not old in the least. We are about the same age and I don't yet consider myself old. And based on what you have meant in the past by the term 'friend friend', you would also be correct in the sense that we had sexual intercourse."

"Um…wow," was Jane's only response as they turned the corner of the dining area, but were stopped when they saw the corpse on the floor.

As Maura chuckled quietly to herself, she rose to her tip-toes and turned so that her lips were leave with Jane's ear. "If you aren't prepared for the answer Jane…"

"…don't ask the question. Yeah, I know." She finished in exasperation.

Kneeling down next to the well dressed body Cavanaugh finally started putting the rest of the pieces together to explain why this was such a high profile case. Pointing to the man he said, "This poor bastard here is Henry Fillmore."

Shaking his hand wildly in the middle of their circle around the body, Korsak began to freak out a bit. "Wow,wow,wow. Are we talkin' the Henry Fillmore? As in the politician running for state governor Henry Fillmore?"

Taking away any chance of Korsak continuing Jane interrupted, "Yes! Thank you, Detective Obvious!" Rolling her eyes, she said, "Please continue, sir."

Frankie and Frost were forced to stifle their chuckles as Cavanaugh sighed and continued. "Thanks Rizzoli. Anyway, as you can see he got two to the head. Neighbors called it in." He stood putting his hands on his belt buckle. "Single father, but his two kids are M.I.A." Looking each of them in the eyes with pure seriousness he ordered, "You find me those kids ASAP. Got it?"

They each nodded and began their usual tasks; Frankie took crime scene photos, Frost took prints, Korsak headed to talk to the neighbors, and Jane and Maura continued their banter.

As Jane handed a uni her empty coffee cup to trash she asked, "So are we talking a date or a booty call here, Maur?"

Maura had by now put on her specialized latex gloves and had begun to examine the body. "We always have diner first but yes it was essentially a booty call. I'd like to think I am slightly classier than just sleeping with an old spark from my past, Jane." She lifted the head of the body to have a better look at the wounds. "Entry wound residue indicates the shots were fired at a close proximity." She rested the head back down on the floor and pulled the thermometer out of the corpse's liver. "Body temperature indicates that time of death was approximately 6 hours ago."

Jane had dawned her own pair of gloves and joined Maura on the other side of the body. "It's called 'old flame' and I never said you weren't classy, Maura. It's clear you are and it's gonna take a lot more than hearing about your booty call to make me think otherwise." Looking at the expensive watch on his left wrist and ring on the same hand Jane concluded, "Wasn't a robbery, they didn't take jewelry off the body. Frost, get a hold of any family and find out about the man's wife or ex-wife maybe when you're done with prints."

"Got it!" Frost yelled from across the room.

"Maura, I'm gonna check out up-stairs. We'll finish this later." With a flash of her smirk, she was headed to the second floor before the honey blonde could protest.

"Oh, Jane." Maura couldn't hide the smile that the Rizzoli smirk always brought to her. Whispering to what seemed to be the corpse, "I believe the expression is 'She's going to get much more than what she bargained for'."