Cool! So this is my first published Rizzoli and Isles fan fiction so be brutal! I'm head over heals in love with some rizzles but I own nothing. I hope you like this story I thought it would be a nice Christmas story.

The beginning is a little different. It's just letting you know whats going on before our favorite Rizzoli's show up at the crime scene. Happy reading.

She watched as he drew his fist back. Moments was all she had before it was over. She knew this was it. All of that love she had given him and this was how it was going to end? The sob that escaped her own mouth sounded like a strangers voice to her own ears. She braces herself as she knows his fist is going to make contact with some part of her already broken body.

Dry wall crumbles as his fist smashes into the wall and she falls to the ground. He shakes with anger and as tears of regret stream down his hard and hateful face. He looks at the women he took fowls to protect and love years ago and here she was on the floor curled into a ball of hysterical fear as he stands over her, his fist plowed into the wall. He stands, breathing deep as he tries to take in the horrible fact that there was no going back to the broken heart aches this family had made for him and his wife.

He always thought that everything would have worked out, that money wouldn't matter maybe as much as it did, that their love would have been enough to keep things the way they should have been. Then two kids? How did his life change so fast. Why couldn't he just go back to the way things where before he had to work so much to not go anywhere in this life? To struggle to stay above water.

" Ahhh!" A fresh wave of anger coated the mans body as he reached down grabbing his wife. She screamed as he yanked her up. " Why did you have to screw everything up?!"

" I don't know what you're talking about everything is fine. We can fix this. Please!" She sobbed uncontrollably as he shook her.

" NO! No we CAN'T. It's over." He dropped her, letting her curl back up on the floor.

" Please no! John! What about our babies. My babies." the man walked down the hallway of there three bedroom house to his and his wives room. Taking his time he opens the drawer of the night stand. Sitting on the bed he pulls out a small box. He breathes and pulls the top off of it revealing a hand gun and a sleeve of bullets.

The man stands sliding the sleeve into the gun and sighed. Turning he walked from the room back into the living room. It had to end he thought. He couldn't live this life anymore.

Short one I know but I'll have the second chapter up in no time (: