A/N: Because I know you'll ask… this story is NON-RIZZLES!

To Rizziday (who requested this): I hope you like the story and that it is close to what you wanted to read. I apologize for taking so long to write it and get it posted! Enjoy!

To the rest of you: The basis for this story is that basically the end of season two where *spoiler* Jane shot Paddy Doyle didn't happen, Maura's mother wasn't run over, and the whole Agent Dean thing never happened. However, that being said this takes place in a more current season where Nina and Frankie are dating… because well… Rizziday.


"Hey." Nina smiled a little as she peeked her head in the doorway and her favorite detective glanced up at her.

"Hey yourself." Frankie sighed, closing the file he'd been reading when he noticed the jacket casually draped over Nina's arm. The detective glanced up at the clock and frowned, it was almost eight-thirty at night. How had he managed to let three hours go by since he'd moved from the spot he was in at his desk. Frankie rubbed his eyes and stood up. "You must be ready to go, I'm sorry I kept you waiting."

"The Dirty Robber wasn't going anywhere and I had a late lunch." Nina answered, wrapping her arms around Frankie's waist when he finally walked over to her. The man smiled down at her for a moment before stealing a kiss from her.

"That is why I love you so much." He told her. Nina laughed, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Why? Because I let you kiss me at the office despite the BPD's policies on dating coworkers?"

"Haha, so funny." Frankie rolled his eyes knowing that Nina knew what he'd really been referring to. "Are you ready to go now? I can pick that up in the morning." He said, nodding towards the tattered manilla folder on his desk.

"I've been ready." Nina laughed, releasing the detective from her arms only so she could take his hand as they took the elevator down to the main lobby and walked outside to Frankie's car. It was a short ride from the police department down to the Dirty Robber, a ride made even faster because the pair hadn't hit any red lights.

"There's my two favorites!" Angela exclaimed when she saw Nina and Frankie walk in together. "I was getting worried you weren't going to make it!" She explained as she ushered the two over to the booth Maura was already sitting at.

"Sorry Ma, I got busy with the case…"

"You always get busy with a case!" Angela chastised as she smacked her son's arm with her notepad. "You two get comfortable and I'll bring you over something to drink."

"Thanks Ms. Rizzoli." Nina called as the woman started in the direction of the bar. After a few moments she turned her attention back on the blonde sitting across from her. "I hope you haven't been sitting here alone for long..."

"Oh, no!" Maura replied quickly. "I got here about an hour ago, but Kiki sat with me and had a glass of wine while she was waiting for Korsak to meet her. I asked if they wanted to join us, but they had plans for dinner with some of Kiki's old friends. They just left about ten minutes ago."

"Oh, yeah." Nina nodded. "I think I remember Kosak mentioning something about that now that you mention it."

"You mean Jane isn't here yet?" Frankie asked, frowning slightly. Nina noticed his mood and rested her hand on his knee reassuringly.

"You know your sister, she's always running late for something."

"Well that is certainly an understatement to say the least." Maura laughed, she knew her best friend better than anyone else. Frankie laughed with her, about to say something else before Jane came bursting through the front door with a slew of newscasters following her.

"Detective Rizzoli! Detective Rizzoli!" The reporters called, each of them shoving a microphone in Jane's face as they tried to be the first to get the exclusive. "What can you tell us about the case?"

"Seriously!?" Jane growled, throwing her arms up in frustration. "Look guys, it's almost…" She paused to look at her watch. "... 9:30 at night. I'm just getting out of work and I want to eat dinner so I can get back to trying to solve this thing."

"It'll only take a few minutes." A newer news reporter who hadn't yet been acquainted with the detective's bad side prompted. Jane huffed and shook her head as she straightened her jacket and pushed an unruly curl out of her eyes.

"As most of you already know one of Boston Police Department's own, Officer Jessa Miller, was found dead last night on the bank of the Charles River. Officer Miller was found with an ice pick lodged into her chestal region, but -"

"An ice pick!" A female reporter with overly styled hair and too much makeup interrupted Jane as she spoke too quickly into her mic. "If my memory serves me correctly, Boston has seen more than one case where a victim was murdered with an ice pick. Does this case have any correlation to the notorious crime boss Paddy Doyle?" The woman shoved the microphone back into Jane's face, but for a moment she was too distracted by the look on Maura's face across the bar to respond.

"Detective?" A second reporter prompted. Jane furrowed her brows and looked back at the cameras pointed at her, finally remembering what she was supposed to be doing.

"Uh, I'm sorry… can you repeat the question?" Jane asked, focusing on the first reporter once again.

"Did Paddy Doyle kill Officer Jessa Miller of the Boston Police Department?" She repeated, inching the mic even closer to Jane's face.

"Uh… Paddy Doyle…" Jane pursed her lips and let out a long breath before answering, she'd wanted to talk to Maura about this before being hounded by the media. All of Paddy Doyle's victims died due to an ice pick straight to the heart. There wasn't one name on the long list of casualties the mobster had accrued where he'd missed the heart causing the tool to end up in the victim's chest cavity, yet this time that was precisely what had happened. Jane suspected a copycat, but she couldn't confirm that theory until someone… someone who wasn't the daughter of the prime suspect... examined the body and ran the required tests. "At this time I cannot confirm or deny that Paddy Doyle has anything to do with Officer Miller's death."

"Detective, does that mean you're thinking that Paddy Doyle has an apprentice or copycat killer?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not taking any more questions." Jane answered, holding a hand out as she tried to walk away from the cameras that insisted on staying glued to her face.

"Considering that the Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth is the daughter of Paddy Doyle, what types of precautions are being taken to ensure there are no-"

"I said no more questions!" Jane shot back, cutting the reporter off mid-question. Maura, Nina, and Frankie watched in silence as they watched the newscasters continue to ask Jane question after question, until finally Frankie slid out of the booth. "Nina, ask Ma if she can wrap our food to go. Maura, you drove, pull your car around the front and take Nina back to my place with you. These reporters obviously aren't going to leave Jane alone, so I'm going to sneak around back with her. I know it's not ideal, but we can all eat at my place tonight."

"Yeah, sure thing Frankie." Nina smiled, squeezing his shoulder gently as she got up and walked up to Angela at the bar. Maura nodded at Frankie before discreetly taking her keys and heading for the door. Frankie nodded back and walked up to the reporters, holding a hand out to keep them from getting any closer to his sister.

"Alright, alright, you heard Detective Rizzoli. No more questions tonight." Frankie looked over his shoulder at Jane and nodded, signaling for her to follow him. Jane happily obliged, scurrying with him across the restaurant to a door that read 'Not an exit. Employee access only.' Frankie pushed the door open and let Jane through before closing it over again. "Employee access only extends to the children of employees and friends of the owner right?" He teased, looking over to his sister.

"Thank you." Jane smiled, she looked extremely grateful that he brother had managed to get her out of that mess so quickly.

"It's the least I could do." Frankie smiled back, nudging her shoulder with his own teasingly. "It's my case too, I shouldn't have let them interrogate you for as long as I did in the first place."

"Oh, well in that case you owe me a six pack when we get back to the house too." Jane teased back. "We heading to your place?" She asked as she walked down the dimly lit hallway past the supply closets, break room, and employee restrooms to the back exit of the establishment.

"Yeah." Frankie answered, holding the door open for his sister. "Hey, by the way, did the test results come back on that wire yet?"

"No, not yet, but Maura says it's not Paddy and I believe her." Jane sighed, walking backwards into the deserted side street while Frankie made sure the door was locked. Frankie nodded in agreement.

"Well I'm not going to argue with Dr. Isles's logic, but you and your gut? I dunno…" Frankie started to tease, but frowned when he heard the sound of an engine revving around the corner. "What is that... JANE!" Jane didn't realize what was happening as the headlights of the vehicle momentarily blinded her and sped up, but Frankie jumped just in time to run into the street and shove his sister out of the way.

"What just happened?" Jane asked, rubbing her head as she forced herself to sit up, wincing a little at the soreness in her arm. "Frankie?" She called when she received no answer. When she twisted a little and saw him laying in the street her heart leapt out of her chest and any pain she was feeling momentarily subsided. "Frankie!" She cried, as she scrambled over to the limp, broken looking man and took his hand in a vice grip. "Frankie?"

"Janie?" He asked in a weak voice, his eyes fluttering but never really opening as he called for his sister.

"I'm here!" Jane smiled though tears threatened to spill down her face at any moment. "I'm right here buddy, I'm not going anywhere." She tightened her grip on his hand as if to prove her point to him, but instead of Frankie squeezing back his hand went completely limp.