Disclaimer: I do not own Rizzoli & Isles or any of its characters. Y'all know that.

Rating: T

AN: Okay. I said that I wouldn't write in a while 'cause of school but this idea sprouted and I had to write it. I don't know if you guys will like it but I hope you will. If there's ever a time I take a long time to update, it's probably 'cause of school. I'm not quite sure where I'm taking this story either. I'll have to see. Alright. Here we go.

The Past Comes Back to Haunt You

It was a late Friday evening in September. Marlee Peterson just got home from work. She was average looking 25 year old girl with fair skin and brown hair. She locked the doors of her blue Honda Accord and headed toward her house. Marlee opened her door and walked in. Everything about her house was normal and modern. She loved fashion. She had a few designer labels but normally didn't have enough money for that type of clothing. She headed upstairs to her bedroom and changed into her pajamas. She turned off the lights and let herself fall onto her bed and closed her eyes. That's when she heard a creak in the floor board. She opened her eyes and could see the outline of two figures hovering beside her bed; one on the left and one the right. Marlee opened her mouth to scream but her mouth was covered abruptly.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A man with an ominous voice told her and uncovered her mouth.

"Who are you?" Marlee asked, trying to remain calm.

"You don't need to know that." A woman said.

"What do you want?" Marlee asked as her bedroom lights turned on. She closed her eyes and opened them slowly. She saw a middle aged man and a young woman standing beside her bed. The man was holding a knife and the woman was holding a gun. "Please, leave me alone."

"I'm afraid I can't do that." The man said. Marlee didn't recognize these two people but all she could notice about them was that the man had really cold and menacing eyes and the woman, who couldn't be older than 30, looked innocent and out of place and looked as if the gun was burning her flesh. But in life, Marlee learned that nothing was what it seemed.

"What have I ever done to you?" Marlee demanded as her heart started to beat faster.

"You haven't done anything to me. This is random. You were just a choice out of hundreds that I could've picked." He leaned closer and smiled devilishly. "You're just a part of the plan; the missing piece to the puzzle, if you would like to think of it that way."

"What damn puzzle?" Marlee half shouted.

"This isn't about you." The woman said as the gun was still pointed at Marlee's head.

At that moment, the man pulled out a photo and held it out for Marlee to see. It was a photo of a detective with raven-black hair. She looked familiar to Marlee but couldn't think of her name. That was when Marlee realized who this man was.

"Oh my God, I know who you are." Marlee said as she tried to jump out of her bed and was stopped by a knife to her abdomen. She fell back onto her bed and was met with a pillow to her face. Marlee screamed and clawed at her attacker but she knew she was going to die. Marlee's last thought before taking her last breath was that she hoped this man never finds that detective.

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. The air was starting to get colder. Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles stepped into Jane's apartment. They have only known each other for 3 years but they were the best of friends. They could trust each other no matter what. Jane collapsed onto her couch and closed her eyes. Maura smiled at her as she headed into the kitchen, got 2 glasses and found a bottle of wine she left from a few days back.

"Are you okay?" Maura asked as she poured the wine.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine." Jane said as she rubbed her eyes.

Maura handed her a glass. "Jane…I know you're lying to me…you can tell me."

Jane sighed. "It's probably nothing." Jane sipped her wine and started off into the distance.

"What is?" Maura asked her and noticed Jane zoned out. Maura set her hand on top of hers and squeezed it. "Jane."

Jane shook her head. "It's just a dumb hunch, okay?"

"Your hunches are usually right." Maura told her. "Jane. What is it?"

"I just have a weird feeling something is gonna happen, that's all." Jane told her.

"Oh." Maura rubbed Jane's hand. "I'm sure everything will be fine."

"How do you know that?" Jane asked while drinking the remaining wine down in one huge gulp.

Maura shrugged. "I just want you to feel better."

At that moment, the loud ring of Jane's cell phone made them both jump. Jane couldn't fight the feeling that something bad was going to happen and unfortunately, it'll turn out that she was right.