I don't claim ownership of any of the characters based off the show Rizzoli and Isles. I do claim ownership of this plot line and story. I wrote this story as a fan of the show and mean no disrespect to the shows creators, producers, and cast.

Chapter 1

A bird soars high above the sky, the sun shines bright behind a sea of blue. The wind calm and cool against his feathers . He dives through the numerous Cloud's obstructing our view of him. As he reappears in view the sky has turned a pale shade of gray, the earth sparkles in view. As the sparkling skyscrapers fade away, we see the stone monuments to the dead

. We see her standing strong, surrounded by forced prayers and empty thoughts. She grips the smaller hand tighter sensing the child's tremor. She looks to her right and spots the tears of innocence lost. She reaches out her hands inviting all that she had left to feel her strength, to make it through just a little longer.

Just then the bird still high in the sky calls out, she slowly lifts her head to the sky, her long dark locks fall back from her face giving us our first view of her. She has a strength to her face but her eyes are dying. Windows to the soul is whispered somewhere around us passing through but clinging to our consciousness.

She locks eyes for a moment and you can feel every moment pass over but can never hold on to any of them. Just then you are finally privy to the cruel joke that is playing out. You don't want to be here it hurts to watch but something forces you to stay. She looks back down and over her left shoulder watching as they lowered the casket in the ground, she turns back to the children in her arms and whispers something with a small smile. That's when you realize that there has been nothing until now, now that the faintest of sounds has penetrated your senses. It's a melody, a repeating melody, one that's getting almost loud enough for you to make out the words.

There it is the words you have been searching for, " It's okay, It's alright, It's okay, It's alright." They comfort you wrapping you in warmth and no longer feeling hollow. She repeats these words to her children as she holds them close hoping to give them some peace now that this part is over.

Everything begins to fade to black the next thing you see is her she sits on the edge of the bed, fingers curled around the edge, staring at a picture of her and another woman. She's pretty you notice the long flowing strawberry blonde hair, the perfect smile, and the unmistakable look of pain filled her eyes. " Windows to the soul" filters into the forefront of your mind. You quickly shake that thought as a loud bang is heard behind you. She's standing back to you, shoulders rising and falling in such a way there's no need to see her face. You can feel the anger rolling off in forceful waves ones that you feel will drown you if you don't think of something else. You look down and see the crushed pieces of the frame that held such a painful memory.

As you feel the need to yell, to scream, to project all the emotions that are becoming to much you are thrust back into the situation. She's falling to her knees in slow motion, the noise of her knees hitting the floor beneath her was deafening. She's crying, she curls in on herself arms around her waist head on her knees. You are fighting a bond that can not be broken as hard as you struggle you can't go to her. A knock is heard from the other side of the door, as you lift your head to look you catch your reflection in the mirror. Your breath is sucked in harshly, you look back to the door. She is opening it, she is standing in front of whoever is talking you strain to hear but it's in vain. She moves slightly and you can just make out the words.

" You have to be strong, she wouldn't want you to come apart. If not for her then for the children." The woman said somberly.

" Not now Ma" she says.

" The kids can hear you all I'm saying is if your gonna loose it do it quietly." She paused taking a breath then said. "Look honey I can't even imagine what you are feeling nor do I ever want to. There's four young souls that are still very much alive and in need of a parent right now though. Please don't forget that in your need to get all that anger out."

As the woman walked away you feel like the room is getting smaller, she closes the door quietly and turns to you. She looks right at you and takes in a slow breath cocking her head to the side.

"Why did you leave me Sofie?" She asks.

You look at her and it all comes to you, it hits you over and over racking your body every time. Filling you with anger, regret, love, great love, fear, sadness and most of all pain. It fills you from inside out, it's insistent on making itself known. You scream so loud that everything except her shatters, she still stands at the forefront and looks on with despair and loss. You can feel the silence in the room, surrounding every molecule. You see her move closer and as she is so close you can feel her presence in your very fabric, she whispers,

"I'm sorry."

And that's it you feel it all leave you, empty except for one thing, love! You are filled with the warmest, comforting feeling of love. You know it's from her, she is still trying to protect. You take a deep breath, breathing in her scent, one that is distinctly hers. You commit it to memory along with the love,the kids, the fun, the joy, the life you lived and the face of the woman in front of you.

" Me too." You say.

She smiles and you are so happy to see it. She starts to fade like smoke blown into the wind, you try to reach out but stop yourself and say, " I will always love you Jane Rizzoli!." it all begins to fade until there is nothing but a lightness to your soul and that's when you know it's okay to go.