Okay, here's a small help for those who don't know the show that well. Maura Isles is a Pathologist, working on the ''dead people's table'' and Jane Rizzoli is a detective in the Homicide Unit. The other two, Barry Frost and Vince Korsak are her partners, also detectives in the homicide unit. I live somewhere after the second season finale and I'm happy here! (Major Spoiler!) This is where Maura found out her dad is a mean mobster. The police uses her as a bait to catch a criminal who shows up armed and threatens her life. Paddy Doyle, her father shows up and kills him, protecting her. As Jane and the other policemen rush inside the warehouse an FBI agent shows up, having followed Jane. Paddy shoots him and gets ready to start shooting other policemen when Jane shoots him and knocks him down. After Maura's outburst it is uncertain that the two will ever manage to find their lost friendship again.
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1 My Dad, the Mobster
It was another quiet afternoon in the Boston Police Department. The Homicide unit was quiet as well, having no homicide pending. Jane Rizzoli was leaning her head back on her chair, eyes closed. Frost was gawking at his lap top screen, scrolling up and down some medical records to solidify his evidence more. When Jane's snore became audible he chuckled and his gaze rose to meet Korsak's.
The older man took his glasses off and left them on his desk. He shot a worried look at Jane.''Do you think she's okay?'' He mouthed. Frost shook his head. Frankie burst into the room and stopped in front of his sister laughing. He punched her lightly on the shoulder. ''Hey sis-''
In no less than an instant he found himself flipped with his back on the floor, Jane's gun drawn and flat against hiss face. ''Whoa whoa, Janie!'' Without a word Jane groaned and got away from him. ''Don't do this. Ever. Again.'' she said, and holstered her weapon.
She rubbed her eyes with her hands and left the room. Frankie got to his feet and shrugged to the stares he got. ''Hey! I didn't do anything!'' Frost shook his head again.
Jane felt the sudden urge to leave the room. Deep inside her heart she felt grateful that Frankie woke her on the worst part of her nightmare. She fed the vending machine a couple of coins and leaned her head on the glass, closing her eyes.
''You know, every year ten people get killed because of vending machines Detective Rizzoli.'' The familiar voice said. ''I suggest you keep your distance.''
Jane licked her bottom lip in frustration. ''And every year some die before someone drove an ice pick into their heart Dr Isles. ''
''Or because someone shot them while they were protecting their daughter, Detective Rizzoli.''
Jane groaned again.''That was a low blow Dr Isles.'' She opened her mouth to say something but regretted it.
Maura smiled and passed her by. ''Thank you dear.'' Her heels clicked and stopped from across the hall. ''I will be leaving the results on your desk Detective Rizzoli.''
''And why the hell would one get killed from a vending machine?!'' Yelled Jane, and slammed her palm on the glass. ''Did it got mad because it had to change?!'' But Maura was already too far to hear her, and if she did she just smiled to herself.
Jane's cell rung impatiently and she picked up impatiently as well.
''Rizzoli!'' she yelled to the dispatch officer. After being informed about a homicide close to a public park she sighed and looked at the vending machine.
''You didn't do this now, did you?'' she asked calmly, wondering if she was starting to lose her mind. She pinched the bridge of her nose and left for her car.
This is a small chapter to test the waters. Thank you for reading, please let me know what you think of it and if I shall continue. Cheers.