AN: well, after my first WT/Rizzles crossover I tried again, this time only with the pairing I -secretly- liked most in the previous crossover. These stories are not at all related! There will be no rizzles, at all!
Also, Dutch is still my first language and this wasn't been corrected so all faults are mine.
And last; special thanks to Tara, my very best friend!

The Dark Passenger

Dear Sharon,

Why do you keep ignoring me? You never answer to my letters, while I try to put my whole heart in it.

You may pretend I don't exist, but you forget that one day, that beautiful body of yours will be mine. One day, YOU will be mine.

I will be at your next performance, just as I was at all the others, and I will watch you, imagine how your hot naked body will look like in my bed.

I'll be there, and at all your other concerts.

And at the end of one of them, you'll be mine.

The Dark Passenger

It was quiet in the homicide department of the Boston Police Department. In the room where usually were sitting two hardworking detectives and a hardworking sergeant, were now only one detective and the sergeant, and none of them were working hard. Sergeant Vince Korsak was doing some paperwork while Detective Jane Rizzoli was sleeping on her desk, or trying to pretend she wasn't.

The were no phones ringing, no one was running or shouting. It was unusually quiet in the department.

When Detective Barry Frost eventually walked in with two cups of coffee in his hands, Jane opened one eye. She smiled when he set one cup on her desk and sat down behind his own.

'Thank you.' Jane mumbled while reaching for the coffee.

'Why didn't you go yourself? Your CI is sitting the cafeteria, asking for Detective Vanilla.'

'Got in a fight with my ma last evening. I don't think she wants to see me now, don't want to see her either.'

'What did she do? Cleaned your apartment without your permission?'

'No.'

'Okay, what did you do?'

'I didn't do anything!' Jane started to defend herself, but got interrupted by the phone on Korsak's desk.

'Boston Homicide, Korsak speaking… Hey, of course I remember you! It's been so long, how are you?'

'Do you know who that is?' Frost whispered, but Jane shook her head while Korsak rose from his seat and made his way out of the room.

'Of course I've been following you.' Was the last sentence Jane and Frost could hear before he got out of earshot.

'Following? Do you think he's finally got a twitter-account?'

'I bet he doesn't even know what Twitter is.' Jane laughed, but got again interrupted by a ringing phone. This time it was her own, and when Frost's phone also started ringing, she knew they got work to do.

A couple of days later, when Jane and Frost came back from the crime scene they had been called to, Lt. Sean Cavanaugh called her into his office. When she entered, she saw Korsak and a woman sitting in the sofa.

'Please, sit down, Detective.' Cavanaugh said while he sat down behind his office.

Jane did as she was asked, and observed the woman. She had an average height, had black hair, was wearing normal clothes, but looked exhausted, probably from a jetlag.

'Detective Rizzoli, I am asking you this because you are the finest detective we have here, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone about this until it's official.'

'It would be a lot easier if you told me what this is about.'

'Do you promise, Rizzoli?'

'Yeah yeah, I promise I won't tell anyone.'

'Do you know this woman?'

'I don't think I've ever seen her before.' Jane said while she looked at the woman again.

'You can tell her.' Cavanaugh told the woman while he leaned back in his chair.

'My name is Sharon.' The woman started, Jane immediately noticed an accent she didn't know. 'Vincent is an old friend of my dad, that's why I asked his helped. Someone is stalking me.'

'And, what has homicide to do with this? Isn't this a case for uniformed agents?'

'Jane, let her speak.' Korsak said calmly.

'Thank you, Vincent. I often get mail like this, but this guy, he calls himself The Dark Passenger, he's really scaring me. He knows things about me that no one knows about me, except people who are close to me. Every time I find one of his letters, I get terrified. I try to never go outside alone, but that's simply impossible when we're on tour. We can't cancel the tour for this, but I'd like to be safe when we're on the road.'

'Whoa, wait… You get more mail like this? And a tour? Who are you?'

'I am Sharon Den Adel, singer of Within Temptation.'

'Okay, that name I know…'

'We want to send someone with them on tour.' Cavanaugh said 'Someone who can protect her and in the same time find out who that stalker is. And you happen to be the best detective we have.'

'You want me to go on tour with them? Why can't someone from the police from your country do it?'

'They won't take me serious. They say it's just a fan that I have to ignore.'

'Like she said before, her dad and I used to be buddies.' Korsak said. 'I believe her, and I want to help her.'

'What do you say, Rizzoli? Do you want to take this? It will take 8 months, you'll get paid 1,5 times your usual salary. You have time until tomorrow if you want to think about it.'

'No, I'll do it.' Jane said immediately. 'I don't need to think about it, I'll do it.'

'Oh, well, that's easy. You can go now Rizzoli. The tour starts next month, I'll inform you about the details.

With that, Jane left the office.

So, any first thoughts?