A/N: Ok, so after months of lurking around here and reading everyone else's stories, I decided to actually put one up myself. Not the first fanfic I've ever published, but definitely first R&I fic I've attempted.
Feedback is greatly appreciated, and I'll try to get this updated as often as possible...presuming real life doesn't interfere too much ;)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any thing...I'm just borrowing for a while, and promise to return everything unharmed when I'm done!
Jane Rizzoli was sitting at her desk, head down and rested in her arms. It had been a long few weeks, with a brutal double homicide that was still unsolved, coming almost immediately after the building collapse and its aftermath. Jane had to deal with Tommy in the hospital, her overbearing mother clucking around about Tommy and TJ like they were the second coming; and Casey and wherever she stood with him. Her life sure was a mess at the moment. Jane had burned the candle at both ends, trying to accomplish the seemingly impossible by solving this case. Days on end of a few snatched hours sleep here and there were taking their toll on the dark-haired detective. Jane usually didn't have much in the way of a social life, but it was currently non-existent. Friday night drinks at the Robber had been put on hold, and even Friday night movies at Maura's that usually followed had also been postponed until the end of the case. Jane was trying her hardest to stay awake, waiting for Korsak and Frost to arrive so they could go over the latest news in the case together.
Jane thought back to standing outside the collapsed building site, watching Casey walk away once again. She'd really fucked up in his apartment when she told him she couldn't wait for him. She'd panicked when told Tommy, Frost and TJ were missing in the building, and said possibly the worst thing she could have said. But then he came to the site for her anyway. Like a knight in shining…crutches? Jane almost laughed to herself, but then felt guilty. He was a good man, dealing with an almost impossible situation and she was making bad jokes.
She remembers that Maura walked over to her just as he left once again. They were both filthy, covered in dust and debris. Jane thought that Maura still somehow managed to have a sense of beauty and grace about her. Not surprising, because Maura could style a potato sack and look hot.
With that thought, Jane shot her head up from the desk in surprise. Since when did she think of Maura as hot? At that exact moment, Frost and Korsak came through the door and entered the bullpen. That particular train of thought would have to be put aside until later. Korsak placed a coffee on the desk in front of Jane.
"Hey Jane, you look like shit…" Frost smirks at her as she gratefully grasps the coffee cup and drinks deeply.
"Fuck you very much, Frost!" Jane smirked back at him. "How's your arm? Thanks for the coffee, Korsak, you're a life saver!" Korsak just smiled and nodded to her and went to his desk.
"Yeah, maybe another week and I can get outta this sling, and off the desk job." Frost glanced around the bullpen. "I know how you've felt all those times now, Jane. This sucks!"
"No shit, Frost! Why the hell do you think I got so damn frustrated?" Jane gave him a Rizzoli grin. "I'm fucking glad it's not me!" Korsak came back from his desk and dropped a file next to Jane.
"Here's the latest on those homicides. We're still waiting for some trace evidence results to come back, hopefully that'll tell us something. We've interviewed family and friends, no leads. Frost has analysed the victim's phone bills and computers but there's nothing popping up as suspicious." Jane rubbed her eyes in frustration. She knew that everyone was working hard to solve this case, and the brass was breathing hard down their necks to get it done. She was sure there was something they were missing. She sighed, and stood up, grabbing her blazer off the back of her chair.
"I'm out of here for a bit, guys. I need some sleep before my brain melts or something. Call me when the trace evidence comes in." Korsak picked up the file again.
"Sure thing, Janie, go get some rest. I'll call you if we find anything." Jane nodded and exited the bullpen. She strode over to the elevator and hit the down button. When the doors opened, Jane entered and momentarily her finger hovered over the buttons. She decided to visit Maura in the morgue, and then selected the button.