Doctor, Doctor Give Me the News

Maximilian Isles

A/N: I do NOT in any way, shape, or form own any part of Rizzoli and Isles. I have had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while and decided to finally put it down on paper…screen? Whatever. I hope you enjoy. The Italics are Jane's thoughts.

Chapter 1: Hey, Doc.

The young officer smiled in satisfaction as she placed her suspect in the back seat of the cruiser; Yeah, Jane Rizzoli always got her man. Her satisfaction did not last long however. She groaned when she felt a painful pull in her abdomen as she closed the door.

"Hey, Rizzoli you doing ok?" Mills, her partner, asked as he came around the cruiser to stand in front of her.

"Yeah, I'm good to go, Mills." She swayed a little but reached the passenger side of the cruiser.

"You're bleeding!" They both noticed her dark blue uniform turning an inky shade of black as the blood continued to pool. She slid down the side of the cruiser and sat on the side walk.

"I can't believe that little fucker stabbed me," She said weakly.

The last thing she heard was her partner calling for back up and an ambulance. Her world faded to black before she could even hear the sirens approach. Her last thought was of her son. Max.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The steady beeping of the machines pulled Jane out of her sleep. She blinked repeatedly to try and adjust to the blinding light of the sun mixed with the glaring white hospital lights and walls. As she tried to sit up to get a better grasp on her bearings, a sharp pain emanated from her abdomen.

"Mother Theresa on a loaf of bread!"

The door opened to reveal her mother holding a cup of coffee. "Janie! Watch your language! I could hear you in the hallway."

"Thanks, Ma. Oh by the way, I'm fine." Her sardonic tone wasn't lost on her mother but rather ignored.

"You scared me Janie. I get a call from Frankie saying you were going to the hospital because some guy stabbed you. I sat in the waiting room and then in this chair for almost hours and hours waiting for your surgery to be done and for you to wake up. You gotta be more careful."

"Hey, Ma. Look at me. I'm ok. It's going to take more than a knife to get rid of me. You know I'm too stubborn for that." She held out her hand for her mother to take.

"What if next time it's a gun? What then, Janie? Did you even think of your family? What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that I had to do my job, Ma. I'm a cop, and a damn good one according to Cap. I do this job Because of my family. If I'm taking the scum off the streets then they can't hurt you, or Frankie and they can't hurt Max. Ma, I love you and I love my job, but don't you dare make me choose!"

Her mother opened up her mouth to reply but was interrupted by a beautiful woman rushing in. She stopped short when she saw that her patient wasn't in any danger. She flushed slightly and turned to face Jane.

"Sorry to just rush in like this but your heart rate rose to a level I wasn't comfortable with and it set off an alarm. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine Doctor— "

"Isles. Maura Isles, your trauma surgeon. Are you sure you're fine? Your heart rate doesn't seem to be regulating." She stepped closer to examine her patient but snapped her head up to the monitor when Jane's heart rate sped up again.

"Well I can't help it if my heart is still racing. You are absolutely gorgeous." Whoa! These have got to be some strong painkillers they have me on.

The long forgotten Rizzoli matriarch cleared her throat. "I'll just be outside, Jane." She left without further word.

"I need to check your stitches Officer Rizzoli—"

"Jane. Call me Jane." She flashed a smile at her doctor.

"Well, Jane, think you can control your racing heart for a moment while I check your stitches?"

"You can check anything you want Doctor." Holy-Hell-on-wheels! What am I doing?

"Careful Jane. I just might." The doctor slowly raised the hospital gown from Jane's thighs and pushed it up to her stomach. She lightly poked and prodded around the wound, slowly lowered the gown, and left her hand resting on her patient's thigh.

Jane took a deep breath to calm herself down before she set her alarm off again.

"The stitches look fine and seem to be healing well. If you continue to heal I'll be able to release you tomorrow morning. Everything is looking exceptionally good."

"Sounds good. The sooner I get outta here, the better."

Maura turned to leave.

"Hey, Doc." Might as well jump feet first at this point. If she says no I can blame the painkillers.

"Yes?" she turned back around.

"Do you want to have din— "

Her sentence was cut off by the sounds of hurried footsteps, the door flying open and a flurry of golden blonde hair rushing in the room.

"Momma!" Max ran and jumped up to his mom, hugging her tightly.

Jane stifled a gasp and smiled down at her boy.

"Hey there, Slugger. I missed you." She ruffled his hair and peppered his face with kisses.

The small boy giggled at the feeling of his mom's lips repeatedly kissing him.

"I missed you too, Momma. Are you feeling better. Nonna said you got hurt."

"Yeah, honey. I'm all better." She kissed his forehead. "Hey, how about you go talk to Nonna and your Zio while I talk to the doctor? Can you do that for me, bud?

"MMHMM! You got it Momma." He jumped off the bed and went outside with his grandmother and uncle. As soon as he was outside, Jane let out a breath.

"God! I think he busted my stitches when he jumped on me."

Maura noticed the usually white hospital gown slowly staining red. She rushed over to the cart and pulled out some gloves and a suture kit.

"This is going to hurt for a moment."

The doctor injected a local anesthetic, quickly removed the busted stitches and expertly replaced them. Jane just ground her teeth and ate the pain. She tried to remain still as the doctor gently wiped the area with alcohol pads before covering the stitches with a bandage.

"There. All fixed. I may have to keep you a little longer now, but i should still be able to send you hame some time tomorrow."

"That's fine, Doc."

A few moments passed before the doctor spoke again.

"You have a very adorable son."

"Thanks. He's my whole world, ya know? He's always been this big ball of energy. I guess he got that part from me. He obviously didn't get my hair." She smiled as she talked about her son. Just the thought of him always brought a smile to her face.

"It's a shame he doesn't have your hair, It's so beautiful. But I can definitely tell he has your dimples."

Jane blushed and looked down at her hands.

"Can you stand, Jane? I need to get you into a clean gown."

"You just want an excuse to see the rest of my body." Oh my god! Why do I keep saying these things?! This pain must be making me delirious. Why did I wink. She's gonna think I'm a crazy person.

"Maybe. Maybe not." The doctor winked back. Wait, what?

"So, can you stand, Jane?"

"Yeah."

Slowly and with some pain she moved her legs over the side of the bed and stood. She turned to face the wall behind her bed. Maura stood behind her and slowly undid the knots at the nape of her neck, the middle of her back, and finally the one at the base of her spine. Jane held the gown to her chest before it could have the chance to fall to the ground. Maura was rewarded with the sight of Jane's toned back. Her eyes traced every muscle all the way down to the two dimples that flanked her spine just above the waistband of her underwear. Jane stood still as her doctor moved around her to grab a new gown from the cabinet. She stood behind Jane again and maneuvered her arms so that she was holding the gown in front of the brunette.

"Jane you have to let go of the dirty gown before I can get you into this one."

Jane shivered at the voice whispering in her ear but obeyed and dropped the old gown before sliding her arms into the new one.

One by one Maura tied the knots in the gown. Feeling emboldened by Jane's reaction to her voice, she lightly squeezed her patient's hips and whispered in her ear yet again. "I don't normally do this with my patients, but there is something about you, Jane. So answer your earlier question, Officer, I would very much enjoy going to dinner with you once you get out of here."

She helped Jane back into the hospital bed and squeezed her hand before leaving.

As soon as the door shut Jane was lost in her thoughts. What the hell just happened? Did she really just say yes to dinner? Gods, she said yes! What am I going to do? What am I going to wear? Shit.

Her thoughts came to an end when Max came in with his grandmother in tow. She spent the rest of the day talking with her mother and playing cards with her son. Mills, and a few others from the precinct stopped by to wish her a speedy recovery. Once her mother and son left for the night, she called the nurse for another dose of painkillers. As she drifted off to sleep she hoped to dream of honey blond hair and hazel eyes.

I have a date with Maura Isles. I am so fucked.

A/N: I hope you liked it. I know doctors aren't supposed to date their patients, but hey, this is a fictional story. I also believe in the idea of soulmates or at the very least being able to have an intense connection with someone within moments of meeting them.

For those of you who may wonder, Max is Casey's kid but he's not in the picture. Let me know what you think I should do next. I'm not entirely sure what the date should be.