A/N: I'm back! My friend .ruby and I have been writing this for a while now. It's AU, Maura is 23 and Jane is 30, turning 31. Any questions or comments, you can PM me anytime! And now, ladies and gents, I give you this lovely story! Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: We do not own Rizzoli & Isles or its characters. They are property of TNT, Tess Gerritsen, and Janet Tamaro. We just make them fit our story line.

Hanging by a Moment

Jane POV:

June 13th, 2016

I've been sitting at a table in this musky bar for hours watching Hoyt's henchmen talk over a pint of beer. After 3 dead couples, I've finally been able to get close enough to Hoyt's gang. They've been doing nothing but drinking and playing cards, having a grand ole time since I've been here. Nothing incriminating or suspicious yet.

The boss is getting anxious. No movement here means something bad may be going down somewhere else, and these low lifes are just serving as a distraction to us. Hoyt knows we are after him, so he's being extra careful. If I mess up this undercover op, Korsak won't be happy. After what he did to the Captain's family, everyone wants Hoyt to pay and for his control of the city to be over.

Finally something seems to be going on. They stopped playing cards and cleared the table. "Korsak", I say lowly so no one at the pub would hear me. "Do you see what I see?" trying to point out the 3 other people walking over to the table.

"Yeah Jane. They are packing." he responds.

Suddenly one of the guys starts yelling on the phone about something not going right. "What do you mean you left prints? How long have you been working for us?!", the guy yells. Turning, he looks around to make sure no one is listening to his conversation. But of course his eyes land right on mine and all hell breaks loose.

He sees me listening in and alerts the others. I try to play it off, but he doesn't buy it. Everyone in his group pulls their gun on me.

"Korsak now!" I yell. "Boston PD, Freeze!" I yell pulling my weapon. I hear Frost saying that he is going to take the back entrance. Now there's a standoff between Korsak and the other officers, and the low life scum. I try to reason with them, lowering my weapon and moving towards them. Now I'm stuck in the middle of this with no weapon or Kevlar. I see something moving out of the corner of my eye. It's another perp, with a gun at the back of my head. Rafi moves towards the guy to get him away from me. Suddenly everyone is tackling each other, and I see this brawl as just the distraction I need to get away from this guy so Rafi can handle him.

I am trying to help make some arrests for the few perps who are still left. One of them is giving me a particularly hard time, but I stop that with a strategically placed punch. I shove him onto a table and slap cuffs on him. At this moment, I see Rafi down and quickly rush over to him, calling for a medic. Somehow, Rafi got hit in the middle of this craziness, and the main henchmen (that I was supposed to be covering, mind you) get away, leaving the others to take the fall for him and be scapegoats so he can get away unharmed to finish his business. "Hey Rafi come on stay with me alright. Think about Lucas and Lea." Rafi tries to say something, I'm sure it's something witty and sarcastic, trying to lighten the mood, but I shush him before he can get a word out. "Shh, don't speak. Save your energy. Just listen to the sound of my voice, don't close your eyes. Stay with me, you're doing great."

"Where's that bus?!" I yell. Finally, after what seems like forever, help finally comes for Rafi. Now I just hope he's okay. I couldn't live with myself otherwise. It's all my fault he got shot. I can't believe I was that stupid. I see my captain, Sean Cavanaugh, shaking his head with a disappointed look on his face and I feel even worse. I sigh and start mentally beating myself up.

It's as if Frost can tell what's going on in my head, "I know what you're thinking. But don't beat yourself up over this. You made a choice. You thought it was a good one at the time, but it turned out it wasn't the right move. It's done, and there's nothing to do to fix it. Let's just hope Rafi is okay. We got some of the guys though. All in a day's work. You win some you lose some. Feeling better yet? Now go home, you look like crap. You were sitting there for hours, you've got to be tired. I mean it. I will call you and let you know how Rafi is the minute I hear any news. We can pick this up in the morning. I know the boss will have some not so nice words to say to you."

Defeated, I walk towards my car. I know Frost is right, there's nothing to do now, but I still for horrible for how things happened. But a nice cold beer and a baseball game don't sound half bad right now, so I decide to try to push it out of my mind for tonight and prepare for the punishment I'm sure to get tomorrow from the Captain and Korsak.

I arrive home to my mother waiting for me, sitting on the couch with a look of worry on her face, scaring me half to death.

"Oh Janie thank God you are okay! You know I worry about you every day you go to work. I can't help it, it's just what a mother does. Why are you getting home so late?"

"God Ma! I gave you a key for EMERGENCIES ONLY! What if I brought someone back here?"

"Well did you?"

I sigh "No".

"See well there you go. Now back to the topic at hand. Why haven't you been calling me? Even Frankie calls me at least once a day and he's training for the Red Sox."

"That's because he's a mama's boy." I mumble.

Frankie and I used to be close. I used to help him practice pitching and everything and now he can't even look my way. We haven't spoken since Tommy got arrested. He thinks Tommy is guilty, and I insist he's innocent. But that's a story for another day. Now he's playing for the Boston Braves now but he's about to be drafted by the Red Sox and he didn't even have the decency to call and tell me, I had to read about it in the paper.

"What did you say?"

Holy… All the time. She has hearing like a freaking bat I tell you. "Nothing Ma. It's nice that he calls you. He's just playing baseball. I'm getting the criminals and the low life thugs off the street so he can play baseball. So in retrospect, my job is way more important." I make my way to the fridge in the kitchen. Opening the door, it's depressing. Random condiment bottles that have probably expired a while ago litter the shelves on the door. There's like a drop of milk left in the container, but there's always enough beer. Literally, my fridge looks like the fridge of a recently divorced guy. It's truly pathetic. I grab a bottle of Blue Moon, and move back to the living room to try and make Ma leave.

"So how was your day sweetheart?" I don't answer at first, trying to think of an answer that is better and less concerning than 'horrible, I got Rafi shot'.

I finally decide on "Well I've had better", and hope she leaves it alone. But who am I kidding.

"Why what happened", she asks. I begrudgingly explain to her about how I was undercover following some of Hoyt's low life monkeys, and that my cover was blown and Rafi ended up getting shot. Her face becomes ashen at the mention of Hoyt.

"Janie are you sure you should be working that case, even after what happened?"

"Ma that is the exact reason why I should be working this case. I'm dedicated to catching this guy and making him pay for what he did to me and all of his other victims."

I can tell she doesn't agree, but thankfully she lets it go. For tonight at least, I'm not that lucky that she won't bring it up again. After chatting for about another half an hour, I finally get Ma out the door and go to bed. I'm ready to go to sleep and start a new day tomorrow, hopefully it's a better one.

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June 14th, 2016

Just like clockwork, I wake up at the crack of dawn and get ready for the day. I know it's not going to be an easy one. I just hope we get good news about Rafi. I grab my mug of coffee, take a deep breath, and head out the door to work where I know a major punishment is waiting for me.

"Rizzoli, my office", Cavanaugh says as he comes out of nowhere. We really need to invest in an alarm system or a bell for him. He's always behind us or startling us to death when he just appears. I've known that I'll be in trouble and that I'll get yelled at, but I don't want to accept it. I follow Cavanaugh to his office. I feel like I've been sent to the principle by 'Sister Bitcher' back in elementary school.

"Look, Captain, before you say anything Sir, I want to apologize again for my actions last night. I got careless and I'm sorry, it won't happen again Sir."

"You're damn right it won't happen again Rizzoli because until further notice you're on desk duty. No field work until I say so, that's an order. You got it?"

"Yes sir", I start to walk out of his office when he stops me, "Oh and by the way Rizzoli, Rafi is going to be fine. It was just a flesh wound. He's taking the rest of the month off though to spend time with his family and recover."

"Thanks for letting me know sir." I offer a sad smile and walk back to my desk. Frost is there waiting for me with an apologetic look. I sit down, and almost immediately after I see a big stack of paperwork land on my desk with a note from the Captain.

'Something to keep you busy', it says.

Frost gets called into Cavanaugh's office as I start to sort through the paperwork that's taking up most of my desk. After a few minutes I see them walking out, and Cavanaugh patting Frost on the back. "For the Surgeon Case, Detective Frost is going to take lead. Assemble your team and let me know by the end of the day."

The next thing I hear is Frost's sarcastic comment, "So, who's buying me lunch today?" and quickly everyone is surrounding him, shaking his hand and introducing themselves. They are all a bunch of case vultures, wanting to get credit for closing as many cases as they can. They annoy me, and if I wasn't on desk duty I would be yelling at them and clearly explaining my feelings towards them. But since I am, I just keep my head down and try to focus on filling out this 7-20.

"Hey Frost, we got a tip I think you're gonna want to listen to", I hear Brooks say to Frost. I try to push the curiosity out of my mind. 'I'm not on the case anymore', I think to myself. Yeah, it hurts that Frost took over my case, but I messed up I just want Hoyt caught. Do I wish it was me that gets to catch him, hell yes, but as long as his is arrested it doesn't really matter who slaps the cuffs on him.

After Frost gets the tip, he disappears for hours, probably checking up on the tip to see if it leads anywhere.

I groan and look at my desk, which is still covered by mountains of paperwork. It's going to take me forever to finish this mess. Begrudgingly, I get to work. I'm barely through the biggest pile when I see Frost walk in with a smile. Must be that tip checked out.

He walks into the Captain's office, and I hear them talking about a beauty pageant. 'What the hell was that tip?', I think to myself. I can't image how Hoyt has anything to do with a beauty pageant. What does a major crime ring have in common with a bunch of girls strutting around in bikinis without brains saying how they want world peace. World peace. Yeah right. Well if we catch Hoyt and all of his minions, we will definitely be one step closer to it.

I push the thought of Hoyt out of my mind and do my best to concentrate on the massive amount of paperwork still left before me. How does this much paper even exist? How is my desk not breaking under all this weight, and how many trees did we kill to print all of this stuff?

I continue working on forms for about another hour until I'm interrupted by the crowd of people surrounding Frost's desk, which is unfortunately right next to mine. 'What's going on', I think to myself. I'm about to go over and jokingly lecture Frost about what is work appropriate, porn not being one of them. But then I realize he is dressing up all the female, and some male, officers using some computer program and suddenly the screen changes and Cavanaugh is up there. I am not missing an opportunity to see what they come up with, and pick on the guys, so I head over to take a look. My investigation is quickly short lived however, because Cavanaugh actually appears right behind Frost. Giving him a very well executed head-slap and a warning, Cavanaugh starts towards me, asking about my finished paperwork. Oh how I want to be a major bitch right now, but I know that if I am I'll be in even more trouble than I already am.

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