A/N:: first rizzoli and isles... play nice! keep it as a one-shot or should i try to make it into a story... and if you follow my story Silent Lover... I'll update soon xx promise. no beta. I only own storyline

Jane could have ended it a year ago. If she had been stronger, if she had waited for Korsak, oh who was kidding? She heard screaming and she couldn't help, but run to the woman. It had been a basement in an old town house just outside of Boston. It was dark and everyone on the Boston PD was waiting for the mob to show up. Of course other cases floated around and their attention was drawn away just long enough for the Irish to regroup and plan. It was an endless game of cat and mouse.

A year ago

They didn't know if the Irish had part in the Hoyt case, but they were going to blame them anyways. That's what pissed Jane off. It wasn't that the mob had done things… it was the fact that every little thing was their fault in the eyes for the force. They were too busy to have people worthwhile go check leads so rookie Jane was stuck following up on something.

The woman the owned the house was a high class woman. She didn't do much when it came to labor, but was one of the richest people in the country outside of Boston. It wasn't normal for a rookie that was only a year old on the force was right. That and the fact that she was the only female limited how much people listened to her. If she hadn't got pissed it wouldn't have happened.

She tried to get the others to listen to her idea and how the woman matched Hoyt's type to a T, but seeing it was her that had given the idea they blew it off and another woman died. They had told her how she was wrong and to let the 'big boys' take care of everything. She knew in her gut that she was in trouble… she just couldn't get anyone besides her partner to listen to her. Korsak had wanted a wait another day, but Jane wouldn't have it.

It was 10pm before she couldn't take it anymore. She had driven over to the town house and heard the scream. She went gun first down the stairs and saw the woman tied down to the floor. It seemed as if she had been tortured for a few days. She took a spent to near her then something slammed into the back of her head and it went black. She woke up to find the woman dead and Hoyt on top of her stabbing syringes into the palms of her hands.

A bullet sliced through the air and the next thing Jane knew the weight that was just on her was missing. She looked to see Hoyt on the ground holding his chest. She looked up with tears in her eyes to see not her partner, but a woman. Jane would have described her as dangerous, trained and… stunning. She was truly beautiful, but Jane couldn't find the words to tell her about the pain let alone find the words to tell the beautiful woman what she thought. Instead of words tears fell from her eyes and tried to hid in shame that she was breaking from a simple wound.

The blond woman kneeled down and brushed Jane's hair from her face. She put her gun on the small of her back and grabbed Jane's gun. She made sure that the bullets and sizes matched up before she slowly pulled out the syringes out of the dark haired woman's hands.

"You're lucky." The woman spoke, "He just missed the main tendon. You'll most likely scar, but you'll have your hand movement back to normal in a few weeks." Her voice cooed the detective.

Jane didn't want to sleep. She wanted to know more about her savor. The woman had rich caramel hair and her build looked more of a runner than anything else. She had a black trench coat and what looked to be a purple dress at went just pass her knees, underneath. She carried no purse and it looked like she had walked although she was wearing red fuck me heels. No, Jane reasoned with herself, most likely wasn't driving though. She looked for more trying to find something that would tell her more, but couldn't seem to find it.

The savor on the other hand knew everything about Jane. She watched as the detective tried to profile her. She knew the way she was dressed didn't say anything, if much about who she was, but there was one thing that would let on if Jane looked for it hard enough. The caramel haired woman froze when Jane's hand brushed her hair off her shoulder and they stayed still in shock. She had found it.

It was little pin that was on the right of the woman's trench coat's collar. It was in the shape of a four leaf clover. The left was green the middle was white then the right was orange, the colors of the Irish flag. Looking closer Jane noticed a word tattooed on the woman's neck. Bráithreachas. Now the detective didn't know much about the Irish language, but she knew that word because it was common. It means brotherhood.

"Irish mob." She whispered.

The woman smiled lightly and said with a slight accent, "You are wonderfully smart young detective."

Jane searched her eyes then. They were a rich blue. She had many questions, but she knew that she was going to die today. Not when the woman went through the trouble of finding her then shooting the man that was trying to kill her. Jane could only think of two reasons that. She wanted something or that she wanted information. The woman leaned down and kissed Jane on the forehead. It was a caring jester that made Jane's mind go blank. They both hear people walking around and the woman places Jane's gun in its owner's hand. She didn't have to worry about her prints being on record.

"I must go. I'm already going to be in trouble for coming to see you like I have." And she got up to leave out a passage underground.

"Wait." Jane whispered, her voice fading from the blood lose, "Will I see you again?"

The woman smiled and told her softly before leaving, "I'll always be watching, but I'll be there when you need me."

Present

"Jane." A voice rang through the dark and empty apartment.

The dark haired woman turned around to see her savor. The woman crossed the room and sat down next to Jane by the window. They had met a year ago and true to her promise the woman had shown up and helped ANYWAY that was need, pun intended. Jane sometimes couldn't find the words to express her feelings and the only way she could express herself was though sex. Jane wasn't in love at first, but she knew that her savor was. That was why she risked everything, disobeying her father to come see her, showing up at the risk at getting caught and when Jane needed it… the truth.

"I've been trying not to ask you this question. I really have, but if I'm going to trust you I atless need a name."

"Maura. My little sea star my father called me before I joined the…"

"It's ok." Jane told her, "Maura."

The caramel haired woman looked at the brunette who was looking deeply in her eyes. After years of looking afar, watching this detective that was bound to grow up to be a wonderful help she was finally able to touch her, talk to her even if it meant her father was pissed at her. But then again family stays together and in the Irish mob it was no different. Now her father my not agree with her choices, but he stands by her and if she wants to help Jane then he supports.

"Can we…" Jane trailed off and Maura dragged her off to the bed room.