Rizzoli and Isles aren't mine. *Sniff*

"I know her." A pause. "I knew her."

Jane Rizzoli glanced up, breaking gaze with her black boots, to gaze at Dr Maura Isles. The honey blonde stood poised with a scalpel behind the autopsy table, a soft frown grazing her face.

"You know her?" Jane flipped through the case file on her lap. "She's a Jane Doe." A man had called it in earlier that morning, he had seen an 'unnatural glow being cast off the coast', by what he thought to be a box. The Coast Guard had checked it out, and immediately called Boston PD. She'd been naked, save for the reflective tape jacket she was wearing, and dead. So very dead.

Maura bit her lip. "Jamie Spencer. She's twenty-seven years old."

"Maura, I'm sorry." The detective jumped down from the table and closed the distance between her and the doctor. Maura shook her head, her frown growing, her eyes becoming misty.

"I hadn't seen her in close to six years."

Jane frowned; she knew Maura could get emotional, sometimes to the point where she'd break down and cry almost anywhere, but never over a dead body. Or at least, she'd never done so in front of the detective. Jane looked down at the pale body, the girl's blue lips. She looked incredibly soft in the harsh light from the overhead lamp, and she couldn't help but think that this girl had obviously been a friend of Maura's. She was beautiful. She looked rich. She was irresistible.

Jane took a slow breath.

"Are you alright?"

Maura glanced up and nodded curtly, wiping away at her tears with the back of her hand. "I'll be fine."

Not exactly a lie.

"Who was she to you, Maura?" Rizzoli crossed her arms.

"I met her at a Forensic Pathology camp I taught at in 2006, just a few months before you and I met." Maura sighed, placing her scalpel down on a nearby tray. "She was one of my students."

"Doctor Isles?"

Maura looked up from her book, her brain coming out of a slight fog, her senses back on track, to gaze at a young woman with gray eyes and brown hair, a student of hers from her Third Degree Burn Pathology class.

"Spencer, right?"

"Jamie. Yes. May I?" She motioned to the chair across from Maura, who nodded and removed her purse from the table. Jamie sat down, carrying along with her two plates of tiramisu, and placed one in front of the doctor.

"What is this?"

"A thank you. For letting me sit." The younger woman smiled."But I imagine that I'd have left a plate for you regardless of your answer."

"Well I wouldn't say no to an Italian delicacy."

"I heard it's the best in the city." Jamie added, passing her a fork. "Your theories on third degree burns and the evidence taken from charred bodies such as ones that have been caught in fire are fascinating, Doctor Isles. Truly remarkable."

"You're too kind." Maura felt herself flush, the slight pink running from her collarbone up to grace her cheeks.

"Not at all. You've made so many advances in the field." Jamie grinned, and scooted her chair closer to whisper comically. "And between you and me, Doctor Crosse's theories on frozen body evidence don't rival your articles." Maura laughed.

"She was charismatic. Kind." Maura gazed down at the body in front of her. "Why do the best people end up on my tables? It's not fair."

"No. It's not. But she's got you looking after her." Jane said, placing her hand on the doctor's shoulder, rubbing it in a comforting circle. "She couldn't have found a better place than here."

Maura sighed. She turned on her recorder. "Jane Doe, age between twenty-five and thirty years old, healthy, brunette." Jane winced, noticing that Maura didn't even address the body by its name. But that was Maura Isles, always checking her facts before making a claim. Making sure that blood really was blood, and not just a reddish-brown stain.

"From the outside, probable cause of death would be blunt object to the back of the skull, followed by drowning if victim was not already dead." The doctor picked up her scalpel, took a deep breath, and sliced an inch into the skin underneath the collarbone.

The corpse opened its eyes.

I'd love to know what you think, just to see if I should keep going or not! -Echo