This is a short interlude story while I figure out whether Taste should continue, if u haven't already check out Taste & Date Night my other Rizzles fanfictions.

*this is a different feel to my other stories*

Appearances can be Deceiving.

Detective Jane Rizzoli was sat in her unmarked nervously watching the house. Why the hell am I nervous? I've done this a thousand times, what is wrong with me? She checked the time. Too soon. She checked her phone to find no new messages. She shook her head. This is dumb Rizzoli! Get your act together! But her gut was still churning. She placed her hand on the door release and tapped nervously. Fuck it! She went to pull to release the door when she narrowed her eyes into the darkness. There was a figure lurking in the shadows. Her hand went straight to her gun like second nature, she didn't even realise she was holding it, it was a part of her.

The figure was looming at the front of the house, keeping to the shadows and approaching windows before backing off again. It paced back and forth agitated and then abruptly approached the doorway, the overhead light casting strange shadows.

Jane opened her door as quietly as she could and crouched down by her car, she went to scurry across the road when the front door opened. Jane gasped, stood and took aim. She stood watching in horror as the dark figure rushed the person in the doorway. She ran over and stopped in the middle of the road. Her eyes widened and she froze. No...