A/N: As a treat for waiting so patiently, here's a crossover fic. Rizzoli & Isles/ NCIS. Yay! (sarcasm)

Still Don't own anything! Wish I did!

Time Period: NCIS Season 4, Rizzoli and Isles Season 2.

For the purpose of this, Jenny knows about Shannon and Kelly, but Gibbs didn't "retire."

Enjoy, K.

Jane's POV:

Ring. Ring. Ring. My phone chirps noisily.

"Humph." I pick it up, noticing Korsack's name on the caller ID. "It's too early, Vince. What's up?" I moan.

"Three things Rizzoli, first of all, how'd you know was me? Second of all, it is too early to get up, it's three am, but last, but not least, we have a body." He sighs.

"Where?" I perk up, completely ignoring his other comments.

"4 South Market Street." He says slowly.

"That's Faneuil Hall, right?" I ask.

"Yeah, the body's outside. By the way, does Maura dye her hair?" He asks quickly.

"Not that I know of, why do you want to know?" I slur, still half-asleep.

"No reason, just tell Maura to head in to the precinct, she doesn't need to come to the scene." He sounds jumpy.

"Okay, I'll let her know. I'll see you in a couple minutes." I promised, confused.

A few minutes later I'm on my way to the scene, so I call Maura.

"Dr. Isles." She sounds so official.

"Maur, it's me, Jane." I told her.

"Hey, Jane. Did I miss Korsack's call?" She worries.

"No, he says to head straight to the office, I don't know why." I apologize.

"Call me when you do, I'll head in now." She orders.

"I will. Bye." I promise her.

"Bye." She hangs up.

When I arrive at the scene, I see Korsack, Frankie, Frost and Cavanaugh. They are all standing in front of the corpse like a human shield. Frankie's got this look on his face that's a mix of an apology and fear.

"What's wrong, Frankie? Vince? Is anyone going to tell me?" I am met with resounding silence.

"Then let me see the body." I hissed.

Frankie steps aside and mumbles, "Sorry."

I look at him. "Sorry for what?" I ask and then turn back towards the body. In a Navy commander's uniform, a mid-aged woman has an ice pick protruding from her chest. Underneath the pick, a note and a picture is stabbed through.

"Patty." I curse under my breath. Looking at Vince, I snap, "Why isn't Dr. Isles here?" `I complain.

"This is our case, that's why." A tall, gray-haired man with a no-nonsense look on his face says as he walks up to me. He is flanked by a medium height brown-haired man, who looks like he'd rather be somewhere else. Then, a shorter brown-haired man, with a shorter haircut and a boyish face, jogs up, out of breath.

"You are?" My voice trails off.

"Special Agent Gibbs. NCIS." The gray-haired man explains as he holds out a badge.

"That stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Service." A woman with dark brown, almost black, hair, who I didn't see before, answered, rolling her eyes. Between her accent, her skin tone and the way she stumbled along the words, she was obviously from another country.

"It's only like the FBI or the CIA if you have dyslexia. By the way, I'm Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. You can call me Tony." The taller of the two brunette guys flirts with me.

"I'm good. I'm Detective Jane Rizzoli. Why are you here?" I snap, angrily. I hate people messing with my cases.

"Jane, behave." Lieutenant Cavanaugh scolds me.

Turning to the Feds, he introduces himself. "I'm Lieutenant Cavanaugh."

Korsack extends his hand, "Detective Vince Korsack, pleased to meet you."

The gray-haired Special Agent, Gibbs, shakes it stiffly.

"I'm Detective Frost." My African-American partner speaks up.

"I'm Frank Rizzoli, call me Frankie." My brother chirps in.

"Rizzoli, Rizzoli. Are you two related? I'm Special Agent McGee, by the way. You can call me Tim." The shorter Special Agent with the boyish face asked.

"Yep, I'm her brother and the reason they have the nepotism rule at the precinct." Frankie jokes.

"Actually, you're the reason they took away the snack machines, Frankie." I correct him.

"Hardee Har Har." Frankie retorts.

"Ziva David, Mossad Liaison with NCIS." The foreign woman introduces herself, pronouncing the 'I's like 'e's.

"I'm pleased to meet you. Mossad. That's Israel, right?" Korsack confirms.

"Yeah." Ziva says surprised.

"Wow Vince, I didn't know Maurapedia was here." I teased him. Ziva looks over at Tony, confused, and he just shrugged.

"Our Medical Examiner, Dr. Maura Isles, knows absolutely random facts like that. I was joking." I explain.

"Speaking of Medical Examiners, where's Ducky?" Special Agent Gibbs asks.

"Dunno, boss. Palmer probably got lost." Tony says quickly.

"You have a ME named Ducky?" I chuckle.

"That's a childhood nickname that stuck. Dr. Mallard, pleased to meet you." A stout man in glasses and a beige fedora placed neatly upon his gray hair walks up.

"What do we have?" Gibbs asks.

"Calm down, Jethro. I just got here." Dr. Mallard shakes his head at the Special Agent.

"Jethro?" Frost bursts out.

"It's my middle name. Only two people besides my ex-wives can call me that: Ducky here and our very own Madam Director Shepard." Gibbs spits out the last name.

"Before you ask, there are three ex-wives, and don't mention the Director if you value your life." Tony warns us.

"Anyways, cause of death appears to be the ice pick jammed into her chest. The picture is of a baby girl and a man holding her, maybe her father. The note says 'She's not who you think she is. She's even a natural brunette, not blonde.'" Ducky reads off.

"So we find who the picture is of…" Tim begins.

"No need. That's our medical examiner, Maura Isles, and her biological dad, the crime boss, Patty Doyle." I groan. Tony seems amused at the idea that Maura's father is a crime boss.

"I'll need to talk to her when we go back to your precinct. Abby, our forensic analyst, should already be there." Gibbs notes. "Move!" He barks at the others. They scurry away quickly.

A/N: What'd you think? Good? Review, please! New update on its way. K