A/N: I do not own Rizzoli and Isles! I do however own the character of Avery, inspried by Avery's appearance on the show this past Tuesday! I hope everyone enjoys!

The Doyle Sisters

Chapter One

The pain rips through her body like a giant wave, engulfing her. Her lungs constrict. Air becomes impossible. She gasps for breath, feeling for anything to sink her fingers into. But the darkness surrounds her-until a sliver of light penetrates the vastness. Soft, familiar hands caress her cheek.

"Shh. Don't try and move." The voice is soft but it brings tears to Jane's eyes. Maura.

"M-"

"Yes. It's me. I'm here. We're safe now. You were shot but you're going to be okay. No major organs were affected." She sounds so sure that if it weren't for the pain Jane might believe her.

"Where are we?" Jane tries to look around but its so dark.

"We're in a very safe location, Jane. You've been asleep for a few days now. You're in the medical ward."

Jane blinks, barely able to make out Maura's face in the dim light. "Medical ward?" Her voice is hoarse and she swallows past the dryness. "Can I have some water?"

"Oh of course!" Maura moves around the room and a second later her hand is behind Jane's head. "Drink slowly."

Jane puts her lips around the straw. The cool liquid sliding down her throat makes her shiver. "Where are we?" She asks once Maura puts her head back on the pillow.

"Shh. Just rest. Everything will be explained soon. I promise."

Jane nods, her brain too fuzzy to recall what landed her here. In fact, she can't remember anything except Maura. Oh and that her name is Jane. "Can you please tell me where we are?"

"We're in the underground location, Jane. Dad brought us here after the shootout with the cops. Avery's fine. Now sleep, okay?"

"Who's Avery?"

Maura smiles. "Rest, Jane. You'll remember everything once you've healed a bit more. You suffered a blow to the head when you went down. It's probably why you don't remember anything."

Jane groans but closes her eyes. When she next awakes, it's to soft voices.

"She doesn't remember me?" A childlike voice asks.

"She will, baby. Her thoughts are just scrambled right now."

Jane turns her head enough to see a girl with light brown hair sitting at a table across from Maura. "Maura?" She manages to get out through more dryness in her throat. The room is still dark but a brighter light shines.

"Hi." Maura stands over her, relief on her face. "How are you feeling?"

"Like all my memories were emptied out. I remember you and me and that's it. Please, Maur, tell me what happened."

Maura sighs. "We were in our usual location for the exchange when the cops showed up. You told me to run and you stayed behind, firing back. I swear, you were meant to be a cop. Anyway, Dad managed to get you out and brought us all here."

"Dad?"

"Our father, Jane. Paddy Doyle." She rests a hand on Jane's shoulder. "It'll come back to you in time."

"Aunt J?"

Jane turns to the child standing next to Maura. She's supposed to know her. "I take it you're Avery."

"Yeah. You don't remember me? Mom says you will soon."

Jane smiles. She likes this kid. So full of confidence, this one. "I hope so." Before she can say more, a soft knock sounds at the door.

"Girls?" A man's deep voice comes from the doorway. He's bald and the wrinkles in his skin make Jane think he's had a hard life. He heads into the room with confidence, planting a kiss on Jane's forehead and one on Maura's. "I don't have to tell you how dangerous your actions were yesterday, Jane. You could've been killed."

"Dad," Maura jumps in. "She doesn't remember anything from yesterday."

"Or who you are."

The man looks like he might faint. "I'll get Dr. Clark in here for an exam."

"I could do it," Maura offers.

"She's your sister, Maura. We've been over this. I'll get Dr. Clark."

Jane doesn't have time to say a word before the door closes. "So that's dear old dad?"

"Yes," Maura answers, "Patrick Doyle, mob boss king."

Jane hums. "Oh goody," she mutters, "we're the daughters of a mob boss."

Maura chuckles. "It's not as bad as you think. Dad keeps us safe." She puts an arm around Avery's shoulders. "We're gonna be okay, Jane." She grabs Jane's hand. "We're the Doyle sisters. We can survive anything."

One Year Later:

Maura Isles glances up from her work but the tiny bit of hope dies when she sees its only Frankie. She's not sure why she still thinks Jane will come walking through those doors. She's been missing a year.

"Hey, Maura." The sadness in Frankie's voice isn't lost on Maura. He hasn't been the same since Jane's disappearance.

Maura rises from her chair. "What can I do for you?" She bites back the question that has been on the tip of her tongue for a year. "Any leads on Jane?"

"You got the results for our current case?" Frankie asks.

"Yes.." Maura heads into the morgue but stops in the doorway. "Your mother is hosting Sunday dinner at my house this Sunday."

Frankie shifts uncomfortably. "It's not the same, Maura. She should be here. Janie should be here with us. I know she's out there somewhere. We never found a body. She's alive, Maura. I know it."

Maura says nothing. She's not going to speculate. But this hope that Jane is alive is the only thing holding them together.

"Please come," she whispers, finally making eye contact. "It would mean a lot to your mother." She sends him one last smile before leading the way to their current victim, twenty seven year old Tommy O'Burke. "You find anything on him?"

"Yeah. Loads. He was killed in that mob shootout the other day. The body was moved."

Maura sighs. This is the second mob shooting in a year. She remembers having this exact same conversation a year ago. With Jane. Two days before she went missing. "I'll see what else I can find." Her voice cracks and a tear rolls down her cheek. "We can't stop looking, Frankie. We can't stop looking for her!"

"We won't, Maura! We won't."

"Maura! Hurry up! We have to meet Fred to get the keys to the house." Jane knocks on the bathroom door again.

"Hold on!" The door opens and Maura appears, looking as amazing as ever in a gray pants suit. "Does this look okay?"

Jane stares at her. "Were you adopted?" She blurts. "We're moving into a new house, Maura, not going to a fancy tea."

"No, we're seeing the house today," Maura answers with a roll of her eyes. "We move tomorrow."

Jane groans. "Why do we have to move anyway? I like this house. And believe it or not, I liked the secret location. And I like the people here. Avery likes her school. Besides, this new place is a town house in Beacon Hill. In the city. The city isn't safe."

"We can't stay here any longer, Jane. And the city will be safer. Dad and the others will be able to protect us easier."

Jane sighs but doesn't argue. Ever since waking up from getting shot and getting her memories back after a few days, she learned she was the daughter of Paddy Doyle, the most famous mob boss in Boston and Maura was her sister. She was also Aunt to Avery, Maura's now eleven year old daughter. They'd spent the last year in a town outside Boston, with Maura working at the local hospital and Jane helping out the sherif.

"So you're going to get a job at that big city hospital?" Jane asks, "What am supposed to do?"

Maura sighs as she walks down the hall to Avery's room. "I don't know, Jane but I know you and you'll figure it out."

Jane follows Maura down the hall, poking her head into Avery's room to find her sitting on her bed, holding her favorite teddy bear close. "Hey, kid, you ready?"

"No." Avery sniffs, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I don't wonna move."

"Oh, honey." Maura sits down next to her, pulling Avery into a hug. "You, Avery Marie Doyle, are so special and the kids at your new school are going to think you're great."

Avery looks at her with big brown eyes full of doubt. "How do you know? I finally have friends, Mom!" She starts to cry again and the sound makes Jane wish they could forget the whole moving thing and stay here.

"Hey, listen." Jane sits down on the other side of Avery. "You are gonna love living in the city."

"I've been to the city before," Avery says and Jane has to smile at the way she rolls her eyes.

"She gets that from you," Maura mumbles. She kisses the top of Avery's head. "Come on, let's go see our new house and I've heard of this restaurant called The Dirty Robber that makes the best hamburgers."

"You, Maura Doyle, eating a hamburger? Now this I have to see."

Maura shoots her a look but says nothing. It's two hours into the city and by the time they get there, with traffic, Jane is hungry and bored. Avery hasn't said a word the entire ride, her nose in a book.

"Why aren't people in bed on a Sunday?" Jane groans as they stop yet again due to traffic. She rests her head against the back of the seat. "Ugh. Starving."

Maura sighs. "I have goldfish in my purse. I swear, you're two."

Jane glares as she looks for the goldfish, pulling them out with a quiet "ah hah. Food" before sticking her hand in the bag. "Av, want some?" She holds the bag out to her niece.

Avery plucks a few goldfish from the plastic bag and pops them into her mouth. "How much longer?"

"Not too much further if traffic lets up," Maura says, stealing a handful of goldfish.

Jane groans but says nothing more. They drive straight to the restaurant-the Robber something-and Jane feels like fainting from the intense smell of hamburgers. They find a table near the front by the bar.

"I'm ordering a beer," Jane mumbles, looking at the menu.

"Can I have a chocolate shake?" Avery asks, looking at Maura with those big brown pleading eyes.

"You can but that's your dessert," Maura scolds gently.

"Okay," Avery says with a sigh, shoulders slumping, "I'll have ice cream for dessert. I'll have sprite to drink with my hamburger and fries."

Maura is about to protest but Jane stops her with a look.

"Let her have a splurge day," Jane whispers.

"Yeah, Mom, let me have a splurge day," Avery says with a big grin.

"Jane! Don't encourage her!"

"Hi!"

Jane looks up to find a woman with brown hair standing at their table. "I'll have a hamburger and fries and a beer please. And water."

The woman nods but she seems distracted, like she can't stop staring at Jane.

"Um, that's all."

The woman takes their orders but can't seem to get away fast enough.

"Do we have "We're the Doyle sisters" stamped on our foreheads or something?" Jane mutters, to which Maura shushes her, looking around nervously. "She's still staring."

"Don't look." Maura sighs. "I knew this was a bad idea. If a random waitress in a bar recognizes us, whats to say one of Dad's enemies won't?"

"Oh yeah, I feel so safe." Jane folds her arms. "It's like cop city in here. Good pick, Maura."

"Oh hush! We're fine. They're not even paying attention. Now drink your water."

Maura is about to head home for the night when Frankie rushes into her office, out of breath.

"Thank God. You haven't left yet."

Maura puts her purse on the desk. "Frankie, what is it? Slow down. Did you catch the killer?"

"No." Frankie pulls out his phone. "I just got this text from my Ma."

Maura takes the phone. "I don't under-" the words fall from her lips as her knees go weak. On the screen is a picture of a woman who looks exactly like her and sitting across from her is Jane.

"It's her, Maura. It's Jane. With some woman that looks exactly like you. Ma says she calls herself Maura. Maura Doyle and she introduced Jane as her sister."

A/N: Okay guys, hang in there! I know ya'll are confused. That is on purpose! I hope everyone is ready for a bumpy ride. Next chapter will be up soon!