AN: I was inspired by whitney hustons ''where do broken hearts go''. it perhaps wont make sense as of now, as this is more of an introduction or backstory if you will. but I assure you, it will come together in a few chapters

disclaimer: God forbid if I owned anything Rizzoli and Isles related, the show would have long been off air - for various reasons...lol. I will leave it to those who know what to do with them, albeit infuriating at times.

January 2000

Casey Jones grew up with Jane Rizzoli. Like the attended-grammar-school-together and having-the-same-sort-of-friends kind of growing up together. It wasn't until their late teenage years that they suddenly found themselves in a relationship. It was a symbiosis relationship of sorts. And for the years they were together it couldn't have worked out more perfectly. Just after Jane's 26th birthday Casey announced that he was recruited to join the soldiers going to Afghanistan. His deployment was for two years, in which they both agreed to preserve themselves for each other. Jane in that time threw herself entirely into her work, and succeeded at that as well. As Casey's two year deployment period came to its end, he informed Jane he would be extending it for two more years.

''I haven't seen you in two years Casey, what the hell?'' Jane was slowly losing her battle with patience.

''baby I know, its just that this is a great opportunity for me, and those next two years will fly by just like the previous ones. I miss you so much Jane. Look, I knew if I told you before I left that I was planning on extending my stay to complete a four year period you-''

He was cut off immediately by an infuriated Jane, ''let me stop you right there Casey. And let me warn you, choose your words VERY wisely, because you are going to have only one chance to answer my questions''

Jane was met with silence, as Casey already knew he had it coming.

''so you had this planned all along? Didn't even bother to tell your dear old girlfriend. All those FUCKING months I kept saying I cant wait to see you soon. You knew! You took me for an idiot. Oh Jane will understand – is that it Casey, huh? Thats what you thought right?''

He was about to speak. ''DON'T YOU EVEN DARE!'' Jane shouted. ''don't'', the last word came out as a whisper. And the line went dead, on Caseys end that is.

The next day jane showed up in the precinct looking like the bad side of awful. She had spent the whole of the previous night crying, berating herself, punching bags, drinking, basically everything within her physical ability. It had dawned on her that she spent the past years in a sort of vaccum. She never bothered to make friends, apart from the few she already had. She had taken zero interest in anything resembling a relationship that could edge on non platonic. Her life had been routine. At work she did her job and socialized with Korsak and Frost, at home she spent time with her family or skyped Casey. That was all of it.

Her partners knew her too well to even bother asking what the problem was. And for some reason that particular day, that seemed to bug her more. Can't anyone just ask me what the problem is? Or if I want to talk? Something, anything. Nothing came, and the more she thought about it the more she really wanted to cry. Obviously she wouldn't do it in the middle of the precinct with everyone watching her, she had a reputation to keep-seriously. So just as she stomped in literally two minutes ago, she stomped out. Her feet took her to the parking lot where she lunged into her car, forehead on the steering wheel as she wept.

Seems not all odds were against her that day. A figure stood by the window of her passenger seat indicating for her to open up. She couldn't even be bothered to look up and simply gestured for them to come in.

''emotional or stress related tears are known to physically rid the body of toxic chemicals. Removing this chemical from the body is beneficial because it triggers cortisol, the stress hormone – too much of which can lead to health problems associated with stress.''

Now that got Janes attention. What the fuck is she talking about?

''I'm sorry, what?''

''I am saying its ok to cry''

Jane just shook her head, ''gee, who would have known. I thought I was at risk of death for a moment there'', Jane proudly wore her sarcasm badge.

'' crying may not directly result in death, instead it is the toll sadness in particular may have on your overall health that could lead to death.''

And so jane looked up. ''of course, Dr Isles. I am not very sure whether this is your field of expertise. But I appreciate the Crying 101 though'' with that jane gestured for her to leave. Maybe not being asked anything was better after all.

That wasn't a fair comparison because technically Dr Isles hadn't asked her anything, she had merely shared a couple of facts. She didn't quite understand Janes last statement anyway, so just proceeded to talk.

''I had a minor incident with my car last night and took a cab in this morning. I believe I wouldn't be too far off if I said you seem like you won't be doing much this morning, and you certainly haven't had breakfast. I don't have anything urgent to do myself right away. Maybe we could get something to sustain us till lunch and if you don't mind driving me to pick up my car on our way back''

Jane honestly had no will power to retort. She wasn't going to get anything done, she was hungry, and being in the company of someone who knew little to nothing about her could perhaps help. As she drove off she asked

''would you like to go anywhere in particular?'' her voice was still groggy from the crying.

''The Café On New Chardon'' was Dr Isles response.

Jane pulled up to the front of the café when they arrived, and rushed to open the door for her morning companion. The doctor thought it strange, but fascinating; Jane, thought absolutely nothing of it. Possibly she was still wallowing in self pity. The pair made it to a table in silence till a waiter came up to them.

''two fried eggs and bacon with a bagel and a large coffee'' Jane spoke in one breath without even looking at the waiter. Her partner looked mortified, Jane however, did not see this.

''I will have a vegetable and cheese omlete with a small tea please'' The doctor spoke in her usual polite tone, then continued when they were now alone. ''may I call you Jane, detective?''

''why do I feel like I am about to begin a therapy session?'' Jane deflated as was her custom. And when that was met with nothing she let out a sign and said ''yes, I would prefer if you called me Jane''.

''terrific, you may refer to me as Maura if that's not too much to ask…''. She was not able to finish before Jane piped in.

''don't get me wrong, but what exactly is going on here Maura. I mean..'' it was Maura's turn to cut in.

''Jane, I am not entirely sure what you think about me. We have never exchanged a single word outside of a crime scene for the whole year we have worked together. I would not conclude that to be your behaviour because you seem to interact well with your fellow workers. I may have given off the wrong impression or somewhere along the lines said the wrong thing. If so, I apologize. I am also aware you are experiencing some sort of turmoil, and I do not wish to make things any worse for you than they already are. But you must know that if there is any way I can be of help, I would be more than delighted''

She looked genuinely sincere and a tad distraught that it absolutely threw jane off. She took a moment to recover then unknowingly formed the best relationship of her life. She poured her heart out to this woman with whom she was basically speaking to for the first time. She told Maura all about her relationship with Casey and how they grew up together. Then proceeded to tell her about their dating days and his eventual departure. Which then led to her current predicament. Maura, for her part, was all ears. She took it all in, listening and asking all the right questions and throwing in opinions when necessary. Their morning breakfast lasted nearly two hours and a beautiful friendship blossomed thereafter. They were a walking ray of sunshine together. Jane had never been that happy, ever! And Maura was far beyond the point of even trying to describe her bliss.

Maura's lonely upbringing and parental neglect often affected her from time to time, but with jane around, all understanding and supportive, it all of a sudden seemed to not be an issue. Jane's tomboyish nature and rowdy behaviour never once left Maura questioning. They loved each other in an all encompassing way, respected one another and were always willing to spend time together.

In the weeks that ensued, Jane and Casey's relationship came to an inevitable end-mutual one for that matter. They communicated on and off from time to time, the 'hie, hie' kind of conversations. Meanwhile, Maura found herself with a family, a bestfriend, friends, and a fulfilling job. Life was in one word, great! Until….