A/N So another story from the crazy mind of me. I hope you will enjoy. This is an AU story unrelated to any of my other stories and will definitely be a Rizzles story. Plus, this one will be less angsty than my last one. Figured it was time for a lighter piece. Which isn't to say I won't play with the crime part….or the cliffhangers. You all know I can't help that part of me.

But- as always….daily updates are a DSFEO78 guarantee so I always decide that lets me play with the cliffies a bit more.

Please enjoy…and I do welcome any and all reviews or feedback. The good and the bad…

Disclaimer: The usual…don't own them. Don't make money off of them. Just like to take the ladies for a ride.

Chapter 1

All Detective Jane Rizzoli wanted was a cup of coffee. It was a simple request. It was her comfort beverage. Actually if she was honest with herself it was her all-purpose beverage. Tired? Get a cup of coffee. Cold? Get a cup of coffee. Aggravated? Get a cup of coffee. Bored? Get a cup of coffee. Coffee was very much a part of the detective's life.

So it shouldn't have surprised anyone that Jane was standing in line for her second cup of coffee that morning. It was a daily occurrence. Even the location was typical. Jane's first cup of coffee was always at home. That was the routine. The only thing that varied on the first cup was location and quality. And both of those variances were linked to one factor: Chief Medical Examiner Maura Isles. Jane's best friend.

If Jane was home her coffee was usually instant. Not the greatest for quality but it worked in a pinch and delivered the necessary caffeine to get her up and out of the house. If Jane was at her place but Maura was over then the coffee improved marginally to be at least brewed. Maura refused to drink instant.

On mornings Jane awoke in the house of the coffee snob she called her friend her first cup of coffee was an elaborate concoction. It was never normal coffee. It was espresso. Or cappuccino. Or some attempt at an iced latte or frappe. On the rare occasion that it was 'just' coffee it was some exotic roast or blend of beans usually something Jane could not pronounce. Maura Isles was a coffee snob. But Jane put up with her anyway.

First cup of coffee notwithstanding, Jane's second cup of coffee each day was the same. Same order. Same coffee shop. Same everything. The only variation to this would be time of day which was influenced entirely by when her job forced her to be awake and interacting with the world and whether she was ordering coffee for others. Sometimes it was a cup for Maura. Sometimes cups for her partners in crime detection, Sergeant Vince Korsak and Detective Barry Frost. Occasionally even a cup for her mother Angela or her brother Frankie.

On this morning, Jane was in line at her coffee place. She needed her second cup. She was getting coffee for the ME too. Both ladies were pulled from bed at 4 am to respond to a body found in an alley in the Back Bay. It was now 7:28 and Jane had processed a crime scene and canvassed the neighborhood on just one cup of instant. Three and a half hours. She needed her coffee. She needed the line to start moving faster.

The line moved forward for the first time in a few minutes and that seemed to appease the mildly impatient detective. Two more people and it would be her turn. Salvation was coming in the form of magical black liquid. She was a slave to coffee and it was a vice she willing fell victim to.

She was reaching for her phone to send a text message to Maura. It was going to be a very well crafted, smart ass observation about how she was being denied her coffee due some evil conspiracy targeting brilliant law enforcement officers like herself. It was going to make Maura smile, possibly even laugh. But Jane never got a chance to type that text.

Before she could start to type she saw him. Just out of the corner of her eye. Or more precisely she saw it. When she would get asked later that day she wouldn't be able explain exactly what the 'it' was that she reacted to. The best she would be able to identify was the look the guy had on his face when she first noticed him.

It was a cop thing. Something she learned after years of walking a beat and investigating cases. She always looked at people's faces. Whenever she walked into a business: restaurants, gas stations or shopping center. Anywhere really. She always looked at the faces of the people around her. Sometimes she thought it was her trying to find that hidden criminal. That face from a BOLO. But sometimes she just wanted to make sure the people around her were ok. She routinely saw sadness. She routinely saw happiness. She rarely, however, saw danger.

And he was danger. It radiated from him. The second Jane took a closer look at the man that had just walked into the coffee shop she knew there was about to be a situation. She had seen that particular look a few too many times in her career. This was going to be an issue.

She didn't need to size up the shop. She knew the exact head count that was inside. Again, it was a cop thing. She knew the exits and that the emergency exit in the far right corner was partially blocked by a cart that was stacked full of supplies. She knew there was easier access out through the back room off to the left. So she understood what would happen if this escalated to a complete panic.

The man didn't make an immediate move. This surprised Jane for a minute but she assumed that he was working up the nerve to carry out his plan. As stealthly as she could she managed to step out of line and pull out her cellphone. Keeping an eye on the now potential suspect Jane started to type.

Need officers at coffee shop now...roll silent! Potential robbery/hostage situation in progress. J

She sent the text to Frost, Korsak and Cavanaugh. They knew her coffee routine and would know which coffee shop she meant.

Jane glared at the man out of the side of her eye. He was lurking by the front door and was visibly nervous. When he turned to look out the door she caught a glimpse of a gun concealed in the small of his back. She wasn't wrong about this guy. It wasn't going to be if he did something but when he tried something.

He seemed to not be paying attention to the specific actions of the patrons in the coffee shop. Jane used this to her advantage. She looked at her phone and saw replies from all three detectives.

We are coming- K
Description? C
Can you get people out? F

She typed another text to the three.

Armed. Has not made move. Approx 20, 5'10" 160 lbs, blue jeans, white sneakers, red t-shirt untucked, gray hoodie sweatshirt, brown hair. J

She shifted over towards a rack of gift items to get a better view of the suspect. He still lingered at the front of the store. His attention was divided between the front door and the action at the cash register. Jane noticed his was getting jumpier and she was pretty sure he was about to start whatever he had intended to try very soon.

She checked her phone again.

2 minutes out w/ some officers- C
Can you disarm him? F
Is the entrance blocked? K

He's getting nervous. I think I can get closer. Front door is accessible. J

Jane slowly worked her way closer to the suspect. There were enough gift items and merchandise racks that she would continue her ruse of just shopping all the while closing the distance between them. She felt her phone vibrate again and as much as she wanted to look at it she was getting concerned that if she let her attention waver she would miss her chance to react. So she chose not to read the last texts from the guys.

And just like before, she saw it on his face. The instant he decided to go ahead with his plan his face once again gave him away. And Jane once again was the one to see it. In her head she knew the officers and her partners were still thirty seconds out. In a situation like the one she now knew was coming Jane understood that thirty seconds was a lifetime. She knew it was up to her to intercede.

And intercede she did. In a matter of seconds Jane was able to close the remaining distance between herself and the suspect. She knew she needed to avoid having to draw her gun unless she absolutely had to if she wanted to protect the patrons in the shop from getting injured in a cross fire.

The suspect started to move forward towards the cash register while his hand started to make a move towards the gun tucked into the small of his back. When asked later he would admit that he had no idea where Jane came from. His instincts and peripheral vision was not as acute as Jane's. He never saw her coming.

Before he could reach the handle of his gun Jane was tackling him to the ground. They rolled around for just a second but he really didn't put up too much of a fight having been completely surprised by Jane's tackle. Jane ended up on top of him but hadn't pinned down his arms fast enough. He had a free hand and was able to connect a punch to the square of Jane's jaw.

God damn it!

Recovering faster than the suspect was expecting Jane struck back and connected with a right cross of her own connecting just as effectively to the suspect's chin. It stunned him enough for her to gain control of his extremities. Jane managed to subdue the suspect at the same moment three Boston officers entered with guns drawn. Two of the officers assisted the detective with the suspect. Jane moved aside and let them cuff the young man. Her hand went up instinctually to the throbbing radiating from her jaw.

Cavanaugh, Korsak and Frost followed right behind the officers but it was over. And over before anything really began. Not a shot was fired.

The suspect was cuffed and searched. Two hand guns and a knife were removed from his person. He was lead out of the coffee shop and it wasn't until Jane saw him vacate the building entirely that she took a minute to look around.

There had been twelve patrons and three staff members in the coffee shop at the moment Jane confronted the would-be criminal. She suddenly felt fifteen sets of eyes focusing on her. Most had no idea what had happened. Not at first. But it was slowly starting to sink in. Especially as the officers continued to walk in and out of the coffee shop. All fifteen people wouldn't know exactly what happened but all fifteen were suddenly aware of the fact that the beautiful Boston detective had just stopped something bad from happening. And all fifteen faces smiled at Jane as she let her eyes scan the crowd to reassure herself that no one was injured.

In the midst of the chaos she inched towards the cash register counter. She looked at the girl behind the counter.

"Jessica, can I get my usual?" She really needed coffee.

Still a bit shocked Jessica nodded. "Ummm...of course Detective. Right away."