Disclaimer: I do not in anyway or form own Rizzoli & Isles, I'm just doing this for fun. Please don't sue me, all i own is a simple headband, if i own that at all.

Detective C. J. Malti really didn't understand why she had to drive all the way from Somerville to Boston, because of one dead man. All her Captain said was that she'd be working the case with Detectives Rizzoli and Frost and that she was to try her best to get along with them. That man knew her too well. As she rode the elevator up to the bullpen where she was to meet the detectives, she vaguely wondered what could have happened for the security at the entrance to the building to be so intense. Instead, she prayed with all her heart that the detectives were the kind of people that would leave her alone and only talk to her when it was absolutely necessary.

As the elevator doors opened and she started walking towards the door that she was told led to the bullpen, she could hear voices inside arguing over something that sounded like coffee. When she opened the door, she saw a woman with dark hair and the most gorgeous brown eyes arguing with a rotund man with greying hair over whether or not the cup of coffee that he was drinking was hers. Beside them a man of dark complexion sat smiling and watching the dispute. Neither knocking on the door nor clearing her throat did anything to get the attention of any of the three occupants of the room and not being a person with a lot of patience, C. J. just walked right up to the desk of the dark man and knocked on it.

'Excuse me; I'm looking for Detectives Rizzoli and Frost.'

After being woken up early that morning by her mom busting into her apartment to 'clean' as she called it, Jane was in a sour mood. And to make it worst she had yet to have her mandatory two cups of coffee before work. Now on top of all that, this woman was interrupting her argument with Korsak. Jane quickly took the opportunity to take her frustration out on someone new.

'I'm Detective Rizzoli, and you are?' she asked, irritated

'Detective Malti of Somerville P. D., I'm supposed to be working the Williams case with you and Detective Frost' replied C. J. in the snippiest tone she could muster.

This woman may be beautiful but she was as friendly as a rabid dog. Now that she got the chance to look at her up close, C. J. realized that her eyes weren't brown but a dark yellow with amber flecks in them. She was wearing dark dress pants that fit her just right along with black boots that seemed comfortable, and a white blouse with a red jacket. Her hair was down and looked to be about mid-length.

Before Jane could say anything to mess up a new and fragile working relationship with the detective, who seemed as if she would kill them all without blinking an eye, Frost decided to step in and introduce himself.

'Hi, I'm Detective Frost, pleased to meet you'

C. J. took her eyes of the woman in front of her long enough to acknowledge the softly handsome man to her right. As they shook hands, she began to assess him. He seemed like a hard worker, his dark eyes showed kindness and lacked the hardness of a seasoned cop, lacked what she saw in the eyes of the she-devil that attacked her for seemingly just being in the room. He didn't have the overly muscled body of someone that worked out fanatically nor was he fat. He was fit without seemingly an extra ounce of flesh.

While Frost talked to the "intruder" as Jane saw the new detective, she took the time to get a good look at her. She had hair as black as a Raven's wing wrapped up in a tight bun at the back of her head; her eyes were as green as an emerald and seemed to be as sharp as one. She had on a pair of tight black jean pants, black boots, a black V-necked shirt and a black leather jacket, Jane vaguely wondered if she wasn't burning up, wearing all that black, especially seeing as it was June.

As he watched Frost talking to the new girl and Jane staring at her as if she wanted to murder her slowly, Korsak wondered if no one was going to introduce him. He decided that it was best if he did it now rather than waiting on one of them to do it.

'Hey, I'm Vince Korsak. Welcome to Boston P. D.' he said as he rose to shake her hand

'C. J. Malti' she replied as she shook his hand and gave him a small if somewhat reluctant smile.

He seemed much older than Rizzoli and Frost, she noted. He acted a bit charming and came off to her as friendly and kind, while at the same time a bit wary. Deciding it was best to get this case solved as quickly as possible so she could spend the lease amount of time necessary in this city and in the hotel room that she checked into that morning, C. J. turned back to Frost.

'Could you bring me up to date on the case please?'

'Didn't your captain brief you before you came over here?' questioned Jane

'All I was told was that this case is important and should be dealt with as soon as possible' replied C. J.

'Okay, well so far all we know is that the victim's name is Kinsley Williams. There's no record in our database on him but we figured that he had some connection in Somerville, that's why you were called in' supplied Frost

'Why would you think that he had some connection there?'

'When we searched him, all he had on him was an ID and a Somerville High graduation ring on his right pinky finger'

'What year?'

'2003'

'Maybe the ring was stolen because that's the year I graduated and I don't remember any Kinsley Williams in my grade'

'Maybe if you saw him, you'll remember, he's still down stairs in the morgue'

'Mhm, let's go then'

As Malti, Rizzoli and Frost rode the elevator down to the morgue; C. J. couldn't help but mentally go through all the faces and names from high school. Her town wasn't so small that she could know everyone by both their first and last names but it also wasn't large enough that she couldn't know them by at least one of their names and neither Kinsley nor Williams rang a bell.

Entering the hallway that led to the morgue, the first thing to catch C. J.'s eyes was the woman with dark blonde hair sitting at the computer, she was dressed in an elegant but simple red dress and matching red stilettos, with a white lab coat over it all. Seeing us through the glass door, she turned to greet us with a smile that lit up her eyes.

'Hey, I didn't know that you guys were coming to visit me today, what's the occasion?' she asked

'Maura, this is Detective Malti from the Somerville P. D., Detective Malti this is Dr. Maura Isles, our forensic pathologist. Detective Malti will be assisting us on the Williams case. We wanted her to see the body, to see if she recognizes him.'

'Well okay. He's in drawer number five'

C. J. was a bit apprehensive as she watched Dr. Isles walk over to the drawer and open it. Something was whispering in the back of her mind that she wouldn't be happy when she saw the body, but she pushed it off as just wariness from being in a strange city, though as she walked over to the drawer the feeling got stronger.

As she looked at the deathly pale face staring up at her from the drawer, memories hat C. J. had been running from for years came back to haunt her. As they traveled across her conscious, they brought back vague memories of a happier time and a happier and more care free her. They even brought back a face that she had painstakingly spent a lot of money at an expensive psychiatrist to forget.

'His name's not Kinsley Williams, its Peter Marshal, try searching for that name in your database. If you'll excuse me for a minute.'

She stepped out into the hall way in front of the morgue and quickly dialed her captain. Her anger mounted each second the ringing phone wasn't answered. After the 6th ring his secretary finally answered.

'Hello, good morning?'

'Hello, may I speak to James please?'

'May I ask who's calling?'

'Tell him it's C. J.'

'Please hold for a moment'

It only took him about three seconds to come on the line.

'Hey C. J.! How's your first day in Boston? Are you enjoying yourself? How's the case going?'

'Don't you "Hey C. J. me"! What the fuck is wrong with you? Why was I given this bloody case?'

'Now C. J. there's no need for cursing.'

'What the fuck do you mean there's no need for cursing? Do you have any idea who we're dealing with here? It's Peter for fuck's sake!'

'Yes, I know'

'You know? Are you telling me that you sent me down here to handle this case knowing the history that I have with Peter?'

'Yes, I found out when they sent me a photo of the body, wondering if we recognized him. I thought that you were the best person to handle the case, because you know him, and you know her, you know how their minds work and… because I think it's time that you lay to rest those demons that are haunting you.'

'I don't have any fucking demons! And I'm not doing this, so you better find someone else to do it!'

'There's no one else. You know as well as I do that you're the best one for this job, you're the only one that can stop her. You need to do this; you need to ensure that she doesn't hurt anyone else.'

'James-'

'Please. Please, you're our only hope. We'll all be able to sleep peacefully after she's gone'

She sighed as she thought about the situation and all the things that she might be able to overcome with the solving of this case.

'I better be getting something worthwhile for doing this'

'How about a raise and two months paid vacation?'

'Make it four months and we have a deal'

'You drive a hard bargain, but I guess I have no choice' he chuckled into the phone

'I am my father's child' she replied with a small smile.

'That you are, just be careful okay, and try not to get in too many arguments even though I know you find them fun.'

'I'll try my best but I can't make you any promises. I'll talk to you later Uncle James'

'Good luck honey. Take care'

'You too'

She sighed as she hung up the phone. What had she gotten herself into? She had vowed never to even think about either Peter or Celia after that incident five years ago but it seems fate didn't care about her plans. She just hoped that her world wouldn't unravel completely.