TITLE: My Own Worst Enemy - addition
FANDOM: Rizzoli & Isles
PAIRING: Rizzles
SUMMARY: Sort of an episode tag for S02E08 – My Own Worst Enemy. Just trying to cover a part of it that I felt was a missed opportunity. Please request before archiving.
RATING: PG for now
AUTHOR's NOTE: This is kinda scary as I haven't written for this fandom before and it's been a while since I've actually written anything at all. With that in mind I hope you will be kind but also offer constructive opinions that will both enhance the story and spur me on. I don't think it's going to be an incredibly long story, just felt like dipping my toes in the water again
DISCLAIMERS: I do not own Rizzoli & Isles or any of the characters.

All constructive comments, opinions and suggestions are welcome so please read and review...

Chapter 1

Sighing, Jane tapped the keys on her keyboard before running one hand through her unruly hair and brushing it from her face. Her other hand flipped through the documents on her desk and she glanced from the paper to the screen to visually check and confirm her notes.

She frowned in annoyance as her eyes flicked to the time displayed at the bottom corner of the screen and resisted the urge to leave the paperwork for another day. Being one of the top homicide detectives in the division required standards be maintained and she wanted to make sure she had all the 'i's dotted and 't's crossed while it was fresh in her mind. It didn't alter the fact though that she wanted this report written already, there were places she needed to be.

Not thinking and giving in to impatience, not to mention still trying to burn off the latent adrenaline from their recent collar, Jane began to bounce her leg up and down only to be reminded by a sharp jolt of pain travelling directly up the back of her leg to the centre of her brain, that she still had a toothpick holding her nail away from her newly acquired surgical wound.

She sucked in a sharp intake of breath which caused her partner to look up from his own administrative efforts over the top of their monitors with concern.

"You okay there Jane?"

"Mm hm," she replied bobbing her head and causing her hair to fall forward again. Please don't mention toes, please don't mention toes… she began a mantra, unwilling to entertain the thought of more discussion about toes, nails and more especially Korsak's yellow toes, nails and fungus, ugh… she shuddered.

"Um… okay. For a moment there I thought maybe your toe was still bothering you. I thought Dr Isles had taken a look at it?"

Jane found herself skipping through a rainbow of emotions before settling on the disturbing and unpleasant shade of jealous green. "Nah," she shrugged, "sort of."

She glanced up to see Frost giving her his inimitable stare before raising his eyebrow in question.

"Yes," she declared definitively, "I have had it taken care of okay?" Geez, like I need yet another mother. Her internal voice grumbled. Only it wasn't taken care of by Maura it was dealt with by Ian Smith, Walters, Franklin or whatever his name is.

Frost raised his hands, "Whoa, sore point, I got it. Just didn't want to have to hear about nasty yellow toes for the next however many years." He screwed his face up in disgust again as if re-smelling the very expensive combat gear Korsak had applied to his feet earlier.

"No, you did not just bring that up again. Really? Enough already with the toes okay?" Jane shook her head to try and negate the returning imagery before mumbling, "Just forgot it's still tender, it'll be fine soon." Loudly she declared, "No more talk of feet." She looked directly at her partner. "Ever." She glared to make her point and returned to her report finally putting the finishing touches to it and hitting the all important save button.

Gathering up her things and fixing them to her belt she settled her jacket on her shoulders and switched off her monitor, a slight spasm pulling across her back and side. Resisting the urge to wince she adjusted her collar and grabbed her keys.

"I'll see you tomorrow Frost."

"Yeah, have a good evening Jane."

Jane doubted she would, not until she made peace with her friend. If only her ma hadn't done a little snooping around. Regardless of her 'cop gut', Maura would have told her if there was any real problem or if she was potentially in any danger, wouldn't she?

But that was the point, Jane hadn't been sure and the way Maura had been so secretive about everything when normally it was Jane who she confided in… well it smarted, almost as much as her toe did.

Thinking of the 'phenolisation' procedure conducted by Maura's secret boyfriend caused a different twinge of pain to jolt through her. She had thought she was doing the right thing, the thing she always did when it came to Maura which was protect her but even she could see how lousy her timing was. She needed to correct it and make sure things were still okay between them. She didn't like this feeling of being on the outside and she especially didn't like it that her ma was right, acknowledging she was hurt by it. She was a grown woman, not to mention a homicide detective, after all.

She found herself questioning whether it was really her protectiveness or her childishness that caused her to let Maura know that she knew Ian was wanted for questioning. She had to admit there was some small part of her deep down that didn't like the way she was practically cast aside and ignored. Unless I mention the all important shoes of course.

Jane snorted at her thoughts.

When she had blurted it out to Maura earlier she hadn't really considered the timing of it. They had more pressing matters to attend to such as locating Emma and Aiden, an unfortunate mother and son whose father had made a deal with the devil and who were paying the price for his stupidity by being held hostage somewhere.

Thanks to Maura's brilliant discovery of a poultry mite infestation which pointed them in a new direction, they finally had an abandoned packing plant as a location to investigate but even as she raced to their destination Jane could still see Maura's incredulous look and the sound of disbelief as she asked, "You've been investigating me?"

Wanting to stay and explain she was torn when Korsak called for her.

Perhaps she had been aware of the timing and wanted Maura to feel as bad as she had when she wasn't considered necessary to be kept in the loop. Perhaps she just wanted a reaction. Either way, all she wanted now was to try and make things right again.

Entering the lift she selected her desired floor. It wasn't just her toe that hurt, her back ached, her shoulders ached, she had the beginnings of a tension headache and worse, her heart hurt. She needed to see Maura and as the lift descended she desperately tried to think of what she would say and worse, what she would do if Ian was still there.

To be continued…

Umm... well? What did you think?