Hi. Do people like Author's notes? I never know. Anyway, this time I thought I would write some. I do not own these lovely characters but I thought I would try an AU with Maura being a Defence Attorney rather than an M.E. It is rated M for language (sorry) and later content. Hope you like it and I represent the American Justice System (which apparently I didn't, so this is re-published).

Detective Jane Rizzoli hated going to Court. It was a necessary part of her job, on occasion, but she hated it. She hated having to get all dressed up and having to be cross examined. She was self-assured, confident and a force to be reckoned with, but the fact that sometimes it came down to Jane's verbal evidence and convincing a Jury that the scumbag on the stand had committed murder messed with her head. She always felt responsible when justice wasn't served.

She was always thorough in her job, always. Her and Frost worked meticulously to gather evidence and build a case and prosecute whichever sick fuck she had captured. It was usually her, she could run faster than Frost and they always ran. She was the brains and the brawn of the operation. Frost was just, well, Frost. No, she was being unfair he was a good partner, they were a team despite the fact he always puked at a Crime Scene. The fact that sometimes the evidence and case they had gathered was not sufficient to bang the perp up for good really pissed Jane off. She felt she had let the victim down, because let's face it, she was a Homicide Detective; her work was to find a killer and some poor innocent person had lost their life. Jane never lost sight of that.

Jane was seated at her desk, her face on the various papers strewn in an alleged order. She was stirred from prone position by a rolled up paper being thrown at her head.

"Godammit Korsak, what have I told you about? Oh, Sir. Hi."

Perfect, it wasn't Korsak at all but her boss. Of course it was. Who the hell else would it be?

"Jesus Rizzoli, how you find anything in that pile of crap is beyond me."

She opened her mouth to speak but from the look on the man's face this wasn't a time to argue.

"What is it?"

"You and Frost are up. Oh and be careful, I hear the D.A. is representing Smith; she's a right ball breaker."

"You'd best be careful Rizzoli she might be right up your street."

Jane grabbed the paper that had fallen on the desk and threw it at Frost.

"Bite me, Frost."

"Only if you ask nicely."

She had a lot of respect for Frost and she knew it was only BPD banter, but they always implied she was gay. She soooooooo wasn't. She loved penis. Ok well, not loved and well maybe not even liked, tolerated more like, but nooooooo, she definitely was not gay.

Her and Frost piled down to Jane's car and drove to the Courthouse. They had adjourned and Jane was due on the stand. As she drove over, she thought about the details of the case, thought about the eight year old girl who had been killed; Louise Winters.

Louise had been found raped and strangled with a 'V' cut out of her thigh. It was perfectly stencilled. That had led to the capture of Smith. Victor Smith, just the thought of him sent a chill down her spine. He was a Primary School teacher. He didn't actually teach Louise, but watched her from afar, waiting to make his move. Sick fuck.

They were able to narrow the stencil down to a stationery shop near to the school and through months and months of sifting through evidence were able to arrest Victor. They hadn't known what the 'V' meant, but as soon as Jane set eyes on Victor, she knew. He was signing his name.

They pulled up outside the Courthouse and walked in near silence towards security. The click clack of Jane's heels echoed throughout the building. They showed their firearms and badges and stopped to be body frisked. The woman ran her hands all over Jane's body, lingering a bit too long in certain areas. You've either got it or you haven't.

They checked the boards for their courtroom and went and took a seat outside. As Jane nervously rubbed the scars on her hands she heard the hypnotic sound of even footsteps in what sounded like expensive heels. She looked towards the source of the noise and felt her breath catch in her throat.

Holy shit, who in the hell was she?

The woman was wearing black court shoes, black stockings and a tailored skirt suit. She wore a frilled blouse and she looked like a vision of beauty. She looked as if she belonged on a catwalk. She had shiny honey blonde almost reddish hair, eyebrows sculpted to frame her beautiful hazel eyes and what can only be described as an amazing rack and legs that went on for miles. Her legs were sculpted and continued all the way to her ass as if they encouraged your eyes to travel up the length of her body to the ass which just finished the whole thing off by being the most wonderful ass Jane had ever seen. Jesus, she was perfection.

The woman walked with purpose, her head held high; a vintage leather briefcase in her arms. As she walked past Jane and Frost she smiled. Jesus, her smile was wonderful. She was the most beautiful woman Jane had ever laid eyes on. The woman opened the doors with confidence and strode into the Courtroom, disappearing as if an apparition.

Jane let out the breath she had been holding.

"Damn, she is fine."

"Shut it Frost." She was though, she really was. Jane tried to sound nonchalant.

"So who was she?"

Frost looked at her as if she had sprouted another head.

"You're kidding me right? You don't know who that is?"

Jane smacked his arm. "No I don't know who that is? Who is she?"

"That, Jane, is the she-devil. Maura Isles, the Defence Attorney."

Holy shit. Not gay, who in the hell was she trying to kid and now she had to be cross-examined by the woman. Perfect. Just perfect. This day had just gone from bad to worse...

So what do you think?