Hi there! Idk what got into me to write a new story (since mine are practically piling up in a corner), but I couldn't help it! I started watching the show, and god I LOVE RIZZLES SO MUCH! But who can blame me right ;) Anyway, this is something that I have been thinking about. I hope you like it! This is an AU, so the characters may seem a bit OOC. They are also younger, and with different back-stories than the show. Enjoy :)
Disclaimer: Nothing. Nada is mine.
Those who are heartless, once cared too much. This sentence can describe Dr. Maura Isles' life perfectly. The queen of the dead. The cold, heartless woman. Her colleagues have so many nicknames for her. Yet, her reputation didn't scare off young Detective Jane Rizzoli, who is determined to make a friend out of a dead soul.
"Hi guys!" Jane Rizzoli yelled with her usual enthusiasm as she entered the homicide precinct, a cup of steaming coffee in her hand.
"Rizzoli!" Frost smiled at her, loving how her bubbly manners always managed to light up the room.
Korsak greeted her too, with a nod and a smile, too taken with his phone. Probably a text from his dearest 'Kiki', whom Jane hoped to meet someday. But, apparently, the sergeant was trying to preserve his wife from his colleagues' incessant bugging and butting-in.
An accusation, which, of course, Jane found totally false.
"Hey, did you hear the news?" Frost whispered at her excitedly, as soon as she sat at her desk.
She immediately grinned and leaned toward him, always interested in gossip, which managed to find itself circulating amongst the detectives in the department practically every day.
That was not to be judged, however, since they were usually bored out of their minds when their hands were free. Even silently hoping that someone would be killed, only to have a case.
"Tell me everything." She grinned even wider, then frowned. "Do I wanna know?" Before her young colleague could answer, she shook her head in a 'Nah' manner. "Doesn't matter, tell me anyway."
Frost chuckled at his friend, and took a sip of his coffee, prolonging the wait.
"Oh come on Frost, tell me already!"
He laughed, then winked at her. "I wasn't sure that you wanted to know."
"Frost." She glared at him, which got him laughing again.
"Okay, okay. So, Dr. Ramsey quit." He said excitedly. Understandably so, since the man was intolerable and harsh 90% of the time. The remaining 10% were a seriously scary resting bitch face, which everybody found spooky and weird. Jane never imagined men having bitch faces, until she met the guy. He also liked to dwell on the gruesome and usually unimportant details, only to set off his colleagues.
"NO!" She squealed, a glimmer in her eyes. Maybe this time, they would have a better M.E. With a little luck, they would even find someone good.
"YES!" Frost squealed back at her, not noticing Korsak, who was rolling his eyes at them from behind his desk. Their girly antics never ceased to amuse him. "And the new M.E is already here!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
The two kids looked at each other for a moment, before bursting into laughter. Korsak chuckled lightly, returning to his phone.
"Come on, let's go down to the cafe to grab donuts, and I'll tell you all I know about our new guy."
Jane nodded excitedly, and hopped off her chair, following Frost, but not before asking Korsak if he needed anything, which he denied politely.
They both arrived into the cafe, giggling quietly at a joke Jane made. 'I hope the new M.E isn't as dead as the corpses he works on.'
Such a lame joke, but their friendship was basically based on pleasantries like that.
They found Angela, Jane's mother, serving some clients at the counter.
"Hey Ma!" And "Hey Mrs. R!" Echoed at the same time in the room. The two best friends were accustomed to it by now, as was Angela, but they still got some weirded-out looks from the other customers.
"Hi kids, what can I get ya?" She asked in her usual funny accent, winking at them, and completely forgot the client she was serving.
Said client looked at them, raising an eyebrow, but chose to stay in line, silently, politely, as she always did. She didn't care if the people behind her started fussing and complaining about the service, she stayed cool and regal, her hands clasped almost royally in front of her.
This didn't go unnoticed by the trained eye of the female Detective, who nudged Frost in the ribs, and mentioned the woman discreetly.
She was in her late twenties, maybe early thirties, not more. She was standing silently, the first in line, adjusting nonexistent wrinkles on her beautiful white dress. It had blue and black feathers around the waistline, a pattern that made the woman's waist look slim and desirable. Jane gulped. That dress probably cost more than her monthly salary.
"Politeness isn't dead. And wow." Frost muttered, while waiting for Angela to get them their donuts.
"Exactly my thoughts." Jane nodded absent-mindedly. This woman had every right to complain, and even threaten Angela to fire her (she looked like she had enough money to do it). Instead, there she was, waiting for them.
"CAN YOU FINISH UP ALREADY?" An elder man suddenly shouted from just behind the classy woman, who turned around, and looked at him, surprised.
Jane gritted her teeth, as she watched her mother look at the man in fear, heading towards him to apologize.
Before Jane could give him a piece of her mind, the lady in the beautiful dress cleared her throat gently. God, even that sounded sophisticated coming from her.
All the eyes in the room drifted towards her. She smiled at Angela, then turned to face the man.
"Can you do anything about it?" She asked politely, smiling a bit.
This seemed to shake the elder man out of his reverie (those legs though!) and he stood up straighter.
"I'm sorry?"
"Can you do anything about the fact that the kind lady served her daughter and her friend before you? Besides screaming your lungs out, that is." She glowered slightly, which got her a gulp from the man.
"N-no…"
"Can you go beat up the two detectives?"
"No…"
"Then, kindly return in the line please. There was no need to make such a scene." She smiled contently at herself, as she watched him nodding, his eyes filled with remorse, as he went back in the line behind her. Cold, yes, she is. Heartless, sure. Anti-social, of course. But rude and impolite weren't words she would describe herself with.
Jane's jaw almost hit the ground. Who was this woman?
Angela gave the donuts to the detectives and stepped around the corner, walking towards the young woman.
Then, unexpectedly, she hugged her tightly, tears rimming her eyes. "Thank you so much! Thank you, thank you!"
The woman seemed taken aback by the sudden display of affection by a woman she doesn't even know. She hugged her back gently, then let go as Angela quickly hopped back behind the counter.
"Whatever you want, it's on me today!" Angela smiled brightly at the woman, who she considered as a hero now. Nobody ever stepped up for her like that before, except her children, of course.
"Oh, no, please, it is not necessary. But thank you."
"I'm Angela Rizzoli." The elder woman extended her hand over the counter for the younger girl to shake.
"I'm Dr. Maura Isles, the new Chief Medical Examiner."
Jane almost spit out her donut.
This is the first chapter! Hopefully, the rest follows tomorrow, and it will also be longer! Reviews warm my heart :)