So I'm back after a long hiatus (I take those a lot) with my new story. It's just an idea but it's complete. Unfortunately I was one of the ones affected by hurricane Sandy and I am now just getting power restored to my home. With that being said, this entire story was written by candlelight and flashlight and I hope you guys like it.

Korsak watched as the door opened, waiting for her to walk in and join him at the table. He was astonished at her weathered appearance. To see her nearly 30 lbs thinner than when he last saw her, was unsettling. Her hair was stringy and dull, pulled back in a sloppy ponytail and her arms were littered with needle marks.

"Jane"

"Korsak" She retorted harshly.

To this day he cannot cultivate a reason as to why she no longer calls him Vince. He supposes after the Hoyt fiasco they were never close enough to be on a first name basis again.

"I told them I didn't want any visitors."

"Well I'm here…" he grew silent, staring at the shell of a detective he once knew. He watched her body tremble from affects of withdrawal as Jane looked everywhere but at the man in front of her.

"What happened to you?"

"Don't you dare judge me, ok? You have no idea what I had to do to make sure we survived." She yelled.

"We? You mean that girl?"

"That girl's name was Maura." She replied bitterly.

"Well, when she was brought to the morgue she had no ID-"

"Morgue?" Jane's face drained of all color, making her skin paler than its previous dull state. It had to be some sick joke, she reasoned.

"She's dead? But how?" she whispered. Korsak shifted uncomfortably in his seat seeing Jane begin to cry.

"Well, when we found you two, you both were passed out on the bathroom floor. You were barely alive and when we pulled the needle of her arm and checked for a pulse she was already cold. My guess is a batch of bad heroin. It nearly killed you too. Consider yourself lucky." He chuckled trying to lighten the mood. Jane sat picking at one of the various scabs on her arms taking in all that Korsak said.

"There's nothing lucky about what happened. Dammit, she died!" She yelled angered at the fact that Korsak took Maura's death so nonchalantly.

"Hey, don't yell at me. I'm just telling you what happened. You're lucky I'm here and not IAB. You could be facing jail time for this."

Jane looked up from her hands,

"Jail? But I didn't kill her. You said so yourself, it was bad heroin."

"I understand that but that's not how they're looking at it. All they see is a rogue cop with a drug problem and a dead drug lord's daughter."

"But I didn't kill her, I loved her!"Korsak pulled out his notepad and turned on his tape recorder,

"Well then tell me what happened."

Jane sat up in her chair, wiping at her nose to ease the burning feeling she's acquired after several months of snorting cocaine. She inhaled deeply, not fully ready to tell what happened in the past year.

"It was around summer time last year, Yeah it was July because I remember all of the stores were selling fireworks…"

Flashback

Jane waved to the detective in the back of the diner as she walked over taking a seat across from him in the booth.

"Thanks for meeting me Rizzoli."

"It was no problem Andrew. How long has it been?"

"Well you left Vice back in '06 so 5 years?" He answered. Jane raised an eyebrow at him in surprise.

"Wow, it's been a while."

Andrew nodded his head in agreement.

"How are the boys in Homicide treating you?"

"Everything's been great. Frost, my new partner, he's great."

"Yeah, but he couldn't have been a better partner than I was."

Jane smiled, "of course not." She looked down at her watch realizing that she had to be back at the station in 20 minutes.

"So what was so important that you must see me?"

Andrew cleared his throat, seriousness plaguing his face,

"We got a case we need your help on."

Jane watched him pull a folder out of a briefcase she hadn't noticed was there. Andrew opened the manila folder, spreading its contents across the table. He picked up one photo handing it to Jane,

"Are you familiar with Paddy Doyle?"

Jane studied the photo, nodding her head, "yeah, biggest drug kingpin in Boston since Sheamus McCreary in the 30's."

"Yup." Andrew Picked up another photo, a mug shot of a woman.

"And this is his daughter, Maura Isles; guess she took her mother's name." She studied the picture, Maura's hair was disheveled with heavy bags under her eyes, nonetheless she was pretty, beautiful even.

"So what do you need me to do?"

"Well, Maura frequents this club, Massionette. We need you to get close to her, see what she knows." Andrew explained as Jane reviewed more of the pictures in the folder.

She sat down the pictures in her hands before looking up to meet Andrew's eyes.

"First, how do you know that she knows anything?"

"She's strung out on heroin supplied by her father. If anything she knows how he operates and can at least get us probable cause for a raid."

"How long do you think this'll take?" Jane asked picking up the picture of Maura again. She had to admit, she found the blonde attractive, but what turned her off was the fact that she was a drug addict and if there was one thing Jane couldn't stand was a junkie.

"I don't know, you know how UCs work. It could be anywhere from a month to a couple of years." Andrew explained. He was hoping that Jane wouldn't ask this question because he knew that the length of the operation would guarantee her turning him down. He wasn't wrong about her reaction either.

"A couple of years? Andrew, you expect me to go undercover for a couple of years?"

"I didn't say it would be years."

"Yeah, but you said it was a possibility and not to mention, Lindsey would raise hell."

"Oh, Lindsay, huh? A new girlfriend?" Andrew smirked at Jane grateful for a topic to calm her down.

"No." she lied, trying to hide the wide grin she wore.

"Whatever." He said obviously not believing her. "Tell me about her"

"There's nothing to tell. We met a couple of months ago when we had to work with Computer Crimes for a case."

"Oh, so she's a cop. Is she hot?" he questioned earning him a punch to the arm.

"Like I'd tell you." She looked at the pictures again.

"So why me? I'm sure you could find a dozen other detectives to do this—"

"But I wanted you. Look Jane, you're a damn good cop and great at what you do. We have one chance to get this bastard and I don't want to screw this up by putting in someone I don't think could get the job done."

"You can't expect me to have an answer for you now."

"I don't. You can have some time but don't take too long. If we're going to do this, we have to act fast." He stood up from the table.

"I'll leave this case file with you. If you decide to do this you know where to reach me."

Jane nodded her head, turning to look back at the pictures in front of her

End of Flashback

"So considering that we are sitting in a rehab facility, I guess you said yes to Detective Miller." Korsak said, as he finished the sentence he was writing in his notepad.

"I wasn't at first... Like I said, I had a life, a job, and a girlfriend. All things I didn't want to just drop so I could run and do a job that wasn't mine."

"So what changed your mind?"

Jane was silent for a moment, tremors of withdrawal still plaguing her body.

"You did."

"Me?" He had to admit, he wasn't expecting that answer.

"We were sitting at our desks and you were going on and on about how you wished Narcotics would smarten up and arrest Doyle already…"

Flashback

"Can you believe this, another murder and we can't even touch the bastard?"

Jane looked up from the file on her desk to see Korsak slamming a newspaper down on his desk.

"What's wrong Vince?"

"Doyle is at it again, killing rival drug dealers and planting kilos of cocaine so that it automatically becomes Vice's case. Jane, I bet if you were still over there in Narcotics, that bastard would've been put away long ago."

Jane looked at her former partner, an uneasy feeling passing over her.

"Uh, Korsak, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, what's the question?"

"Do you think I'd do a good job if I went undercover?"

"You? Undercover? I'd love to see that." He chuckled.

"What do you mean?"

"Jane, when you're really trying you could convince anyone of anything."

Jane sat back in her chair biting at a fingernail, a bad habit she picked up during the Hoyt case.

"I'll be back," she said grabbing her gun and phone out of her desk.

"It's only been a day, Rizzoli. Didn't expect to be hearing from you so soon,"

Jane watched Andrew take a seat across from her as they sat at the same diner they met in just 24 hours before.

"So do you have an answer for me?" he asked.

Jane was silent for a moment, thinking deeply about whether or not she was sure about what she was going to say.

"Yeah, I'll do it."

Andrew smiled widely at her, drumming his hands down on the table.

"I'm so glad to hear you sat that,"

"Yeah." Jane didn't try and fake her excitement because honestly she wasn't excited about going undercover, she hated having to remember every lie she tells and watching what she says. Not to mention her gun would be taken so she couldn't protect herself. However, she knew by going undercover she would be saving the millions of people that Doyle would make future addicts.

"So, when do you need me to start?"

"The question is, when can you start?"

"I have no open homicides so whenever you need me, I can available."

Andrew pulled out his phone, looking through his calendar. "How about this Friday?"

"What's so special about this Friday?"

"It's the fourth of July. Massionette has a huge Independence Day party and we are almost certain Maura will be there. With her nomadic lifestyle, this may be our only chance to infiltrate."

"Ok." She responded simply.

"Rizzoli, before we do this I must warn you of a few things. This will be a very dangerous operation. Jane, you'll have to cut all ties with your family, friends and partner. No one is to know of your whereabouts. You'll relinquish your gun, badge and cell phone. You will only communicate with me once a month through payphone in a back alley behind a methadone clinic. Jane, if you accept this and decided to go under, you're in until the job is finished, your cover is blown, or worse. So once again, are you sure about this?"

"Yes I am."

"Good"

End of Flashback

"Jane, I was just a little frustrated, I never thought it would convince you to run out and play undercover cop."

"Yeah, well it's done."

"Yes it is… Do you regret what happened?"

"No I don't"

Korsak paused, trying to read the emotionless stare Jane gave him.

"Alright, so what happened after that?"

"I met with Andrew on the fourth…"

So how do you guys like this? Would you be interested in this type of AU? It's sort of a departure from the "normal" Rizzles stories. Let me know if you guys like it, hate, whatever.