A/N: tell me if I should carry on with this…. And tell me what you think of Chase! Special shout-out to pumpkinnubbin and a big thanks to my silent partner on this. It is very much appreciated! (:

Chapter 1

"Do we have to get up today?" Maura asked.

Jane sighed as she pulled on her shoes. "Yeah, we do. Get your sexy ass in the shower or we're gonna be late."

Maura groaned uncharacteristically. "Can't we just call in sick?"

"I know we went at it pretty hard last night, but really, babe. Suck it up."

"What can I do to make you stay?" Maura pouted.

Jane grinned. "I promise, if we get through today, I'll make it up to you tonight," she winked. "Now really, get out of bed."

Maura smiled brightly. "Deal!"

Jane stared blankly at the computer screen, completely uninterested.

"Rizzoli!" Korsak barked. "Stop dreaming about your girlfriend."

"I was not!" She shot back indignantly, but she was blushing nonetheless. "Mind your own business."

Luckily her phone rang. "Rizzoli," she answered.

"Jane Rizzoli?" a female voice asked in a thick British accent.

"Yeah," Jane said. "Who's speaking?"

"Chase Carlson," the voice replied. "Are you busy at the moment?"

The name sounded familiar, but Jane thought nothing of it. "May I ask why?"

"My friend is missing. I was wondering if you would take the case, Detective."

Jane frowned. "I work in Homicide. I think you are looking for the Missing Persons Unit."

Chase sighed. "Mary Jo was murdered, Detective. But her body is missing. Can you meet me at the Royal Plaza Hotel?"

"Sure thing," Jane replied. Beats doing paperwork.

"Thank you, Detective. I'll be waiting for you."

Jane hung up, not knowing what exactly to make of the conversation. "Hey Frost," she said, getting up. "Do you know a Chase Carlson?"

"Yeah! Lead singer for CC and the Jacks! She's the CC part. Why?"

Jane grabbed her keys. "You want an autograph?"

Chase paced impatiently. She stopped at the front desk and stared at the young receptionist, not really seeing her. She glanced at her watch. It was just past eight.

"Miss Carlson?" a raspy voice asked behind her. She spun around and faced the woman she recognised from the newspapers.

"Detective Rizzoli. Please, call me Chase," she held out her hand, which the detective shook firmly.

"How can I help you, Chase?" Jane asked.

"I have to find MJ." Her eyes filled with tears. "I just have to find her."

Jane looked at Chase intensely. She was completely outfitted in black, simple clothes, long sleeved shirt and jeans that were frayed at the bottom. She wore her dark brown hair short, with a lock obscuring one eye. They made eye contact, and Jane almost shuddered under the intense hazel gaze.

"Is there somewhere private we can talk?" Jane asked.

Chase nodded. "We can go up to my room." She let the way to the elevator and they rode in silence to the seventh floor. Chase opened the door with a key card and closed it behind Jane the instant she was inside.

"This is Stanley," she gestured to a young man lounging on the light green couch. "He's something of a butler," Chase explained. "But not like the servant type. I'd never resort to that."

Jane nodded at Stanley, who smiled politely. "We really hope you can help us, Detective," he said. Jane noticed the British accent. "MJ needs justice."

Chase tugged at her sleeve. "Could you give us a few, Stan?"

The man nodded and smiled. "Scream if you need anything." He left the room quietly.

"Would you like something to drink?" Chase asked.

"I'm on the job," Jane said.

"I didn't mean alcohol. I don't drink. I've got apple juice."

Jane smiled. "Sure."

Chase grabbed two bottles from the mini-fridge and handed one to Jane. She led the way to the couch and indicated to Jane to sit down.

"Detective, this is not easy for me. I have to swear you to secrecy, if you don't mind."

"First tell me why you called me, specifically."

Chase smiled wryly as she sat on the edge of the couch. "I've heard that you are the best. MJ deserves the best."

"So why the secrecy?"

"MJ and I… we were more than friends. She said we were soul mates," Chase's voice broke and she took a deep breath. "The media would never get over it if it came out. Only the Jacks and Stanley knew about us."

"The Jacks?"

"Jack Newman and Jack Kelly. My band."

Jane nodded. "Tell me what happened. I'm still confused."

Chase took another deep breath. "We were out last night, we went to a club and we were out all night. I went outside, just after six, to take a call from my manager, when I saw her. MJ. She was on the ground, and there was so much blood. It came from the stab wound in her stomach." She took another deep breath.

Jane cut in. "What happened then?"

"I went to her, but she was already cold. I went inside to find the Jacks, and when we got outside…" A tear rolled down Chase's pale cheek. "She was gone."

"What did you do then?" Jane asked softly.

"I passed out," Chase blushed. "I've always been weak when it comes to dealing with big things. This is a big thing."

"And then?"

Chase sighed. "I woke up here, and the Jacks said they hadn't called the police yet, as they didn't know what exactly happened. That's when I called you."

Jane took a moment to consider all the facts. "Do you know anyone who could have done this? Anyone who had a grudge against MJ, or you?"

"A lot of people hate me, Detective. I deal with it every day. But everyone loved MJ. She was always with us, and the media called her the glue that keeps the band together. She was something of a mother to the Jacks."

"And a lover to you," Jane said.

Chase nodded. "I can't think of anyone who would do this to MJ."

"Did anyone have anything against your relationship with MJ?"

"Like I said, only the Jacks and Stanley knew. And my manager, Christina. But they all love MJ."

Jane sighed softly. She almost lost Maura; she had an idea of what Chase was feeling. Though she kept a strong front, Jane saw the pain in her eyes. "Where were you? At what club?"

"The Rossi. I know the owner, Kai. We always go there when we visit Boston."

"Do you come to Boston often?" Jane asked.

Chase nodded. "Every year. It's where we all met. Its tradition to come here every year, relive the good days. But now…"

"Can I call my partner in on this?" Jane asked softly. "He's a good guy."

"As long as this is kept quiet, Detective, you can call the Queen. But not a word to the media. My mother would die and then kill me."

Jane grinned. "You've got my word. It will be me, Frost and I'll have to call the M.E too."

"I trust you and your team. The M.E is your girlfriend, right?"

Jane flushed. "Yes. She'll understand. We've been through a lot together."

"But you are both still alive. You still have each other," Chase said quietly. "Cherish that, Detective. Remind her that you love her as much as you breathe. In a second, it could be too late."

Jane nodded grimly. "We'll find MJ and her killer. I promise."