Detective Jane Rizzoli arrived at the crime scene later than the rest of her team. The line at the nearby coffee shop was a nightmare. Walking under the yellow police tape, past the crowd of people already forming, Jane saw her best friend Maura already kneeling over the dead victim.

"What do we got?" she asked casually.

"Female, around 25-30 years old. Multiple stab wounds to the chest," the medical examiner confirmed. Jane stepped around the puddle of blood kneeled down next to her friend.

"God, somebody was mad."

"Whoever did this used something very, very sharp."

Jane stood up as Detective Korsak made his way over. "Thank you Captain Obvious."

Korsak handed his former partner a black leather wallet. "Our victim is Linda Evans, 29. The owner of the bar said he saw her here last night. Said she was with a group of friends, they were partying, drinking. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Okay, well I want the names of all her friends who were with her last night."

"Already working on it."

Just then Jane's phone started to ring. Her personal phone, not her work phone. "Hello?"

Maura watched as her best friends expression changed to shock. "What? Okay, I'll be right there." She hung up her phone and Korsak and Maura were both staring at her waiting for answers. "Amanda got into a fight at school. I gotta go pick her up."

"Oh God," Maura said.

"Go Jane we got this."

"Okay, call me when we get a lead." She rushed to her car utterly confused. Amanda would never hurt a fly and now she was getting a call about her getting into a fight. Whoever she got into a fight with would have had to make her really angry.

Jane entered the middle school her daughter attended. She was only in the sixth grade, hadn't even been here for year yet. The front office was mostly empty but she walked up to the closet person she saw. She wore a dress and heels, she looked like she could tell Jane something.

"Hi I'm Jane Rizzoli, I'm looking for my daughter Amanda Grant."

"Right. Come with me," she said. She looked a little annoyed having to be bothered with something like this.

She opened a door to a smaller room with beds, jars of cotton balls and popsicle sticks. The nurses office. The lady in the dress and heels pulled back the curtain reviling Amanda sitting on a bed with a ice pack held to her right eye. She looked so much younger than eleven right then.

"Thank you," Jane said as the lady in the dress left. She approached her daughter carefully and sat down next to her. She suppressed her anger until she knew all the details. "You can't ignore me forever."

"I can try."

"Amanda what happened?"

"You know what happened or else you wouldn't be here."

"Don't get smart with me kid."

Amanda shrunk back into silence. She reached over and gently pulled Amanda's wrist away and gasped when she saw the black and purple bruise already forming around her eye. "Jesus," she breathed.

"It hurts," Amanda said.

Jane's heart ached for her little girl and suddenly pictured her as a little baby again. Jane always said she didn't want kids and when she got pregnant she was almost devastated, which she hated to admit. When she first held Amanda in her arms she instantly fell in love with her.

"Okay, come on," Jane said helping Amanda stand up. With her hand on her shoulder, she led her back to the front office.

A women was yelling. She was yelling at the lady in the dress and heels. Another woman stood nearby looking just as pissed off. They both had a young daughter next to them.

"That's the girl who punched my daughter!" the first women yelled pointing her finger at Amanda. Jane felt Amanda tense up.

"Woah, just calm down," Jane said.

Suddenly the women was right in Jane's face. "Your daughter punched my daughter in the face!"

Jane pulled her jacket back where her badge sat on her belt. "Lady, you might seriously want to clam down."