Just and idea I had to write down. Ever since last time I saw "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" I had this vision where... never mind, you'll figure out later, I don't want to give any spoilers.

So basically the vision I had is not to come until the fourth chapter (which I already have written down and finished up), but I had to make some kind of prologue to what I had in mind.

A bit of background so you won't be too confused: Jane has never meat Hoyt, therefor she does not have the scars on her hands. She and Korsak are no longer partners because he was promoted to sergeant, so she got a new partner - our extremely loved Barry Frost. Cavanaugh is still their lieutenant, though neither of them is in Homicide, they are all in Narcotics (the drug unit). You won't meet Maura until the fourth chapter (boohoo...), but she is obviously still an Isles. Yet, not in all manners (we'll get to that part later on). If you still have questions, PM me or post a review and I'll be glad to answer!

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Rizzoli." lieutenant Cavanaugh was standing at the door of her office, searching for her best detective with her eyes.

"Yes, lieu?" Jane said, raising her eyes up from her desk.

"My office." Cavanaugh said and entered the room. Frost caught her eyes and had a playful grin on his face, as if saying 'busted.'

Jane rolled her eyes at him and went to the lieutenant's office. "Yes lieutenant?"

"Close the door behind you and sit down." Cavanaugh said, not even giving the slightest look at Jane as she stepped in, closed the door and sat across from him.

The lieutenant took another minute or two to check the papers she was looking at before closing the file case and looking at Jane. "You're off the case."

"What? Why?" Jane said, shocked.

"Because I'm sending you undercover. We found a new bar, old style, that has a strip club in the basement. We can't prove anything yet, we can't even prove these girls are strippers, so I need to send someone down there. Are you in?" he said.

"Yeah, sure I'm in. am I going down there alone?"

"I'd rather you'd go with someone, but it's up to you this time."

Jane took a minute to think. "Alone. I think I'll be just fine. Worst case scenario, you send someone down there as my brother or something." she shrugged.

"Won't work this time. If you go alone then you're alone 'til it's done." he said, looking in her eyes.

"I'll think about it and let you know tomorrow morning." she said.

"Okay. Close the door behind yourself." he said and went back to the file case.

Jane left the office quietly and closed the door.

"What did you do this time?" Frost chuckled.

"Shut up, he wants me to go undercover. I'm off the case." she smiled a mischievous grin as she took her coat and went to the Division One Cafè to for coffee and a mother advice.

She wished that sometimes she had a friend, a good friend, to talk to when she needed. Someone who will never judge her, someone to be there only for her. But so far she wasn't in any luck.

"Hey Ma." she said, sicking onto a chair at the breakfast bar.

"Hello Janie, want me to get you some coffee?"

"That will be great, thank you Ma." Jane smiled half a smile. A couple of minutes later Angela handed her the coffee and sat next to her.

"It's time for my break anyway. How are you sweetie?"

"I need an advice."

"About?" Angela asked.

"About work."

"I see." Angela said. She knew where it was heading.

"I'm going undercover. Cavanaugh asked me to, and I want to. I have an option to go alone or with somebody. I'd rather go alone, you know, it's a strip club and a man next to me will cause some eyebrows to be raised, but if I get in troubles and I'm alone... there is no chance to send someone down there. Not this time." Jane said. She kept her eyes focused on her cup.

"Janie, I can't tell you what to do. I will always be biased when it comes to you, I'd even rather you won't go there at all!"

"Ma..." Jane said, but was cut off.

"Come on, Janie, you can't expect me not to worry for your safety. I am your mother." Angela said. "But you asked for my advice, so here it is. I think you should do what makes you feel as safest as possible."

Jane released a deep sigh and finished her coffee. "Thank you Ma. I'm going to head back upstairs."

"See you at dinner?" Angela asked before Jane left.

"No, I think I'll spend the night alone, Ma. I need this time to think. But thank you." Jane said, smiled a half a smile at her mother, and left.

"Hey Jo." Jane said, dropping herself on the couch and waiting for the little dog to take her place on Jane's stomach.

Jane put her hand on the little dog as the other grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. A Celtics game was on and Jane prepared to sink in and just forget about everything. As soon as the commercials break started, Jane's mind wandered to her dilemma.

Going with someone means having more difficulties with blending in, it always has been this way. When two people are coming together, more eyebrows are being raised. But going alone means having no one to have your back if you find yourself in danger. It's easier to blend in, but it could easily also be the easier path to get your cover blown off, because there is no one to watch your back and to fix the mistakes you wasn't even aware of making.

Jane released a deep sigh. She had absolutely no idea what to do. Yes, she could ask her brother Frankie for an advice, but he'd ask if she wanted him to go with her. If she said yes, she'd put his life in risk, but if she said no she'd probably hurt him, making him feel like she can't trust him with her life like she should.

She couldn't ask her youngest brother Tommy as well. He just wasn't much understanding when it came to her work related decisions. He wasn't a cop, and he couldn't give her an advice she could really consider as helpful. Not when it was work related, anyway.

She could ask Frost and Korsak, but they'd both either tell her to do whatever feels right to her, or not to go alone because it can easily mean losing your life, not having someone to have your back.

She had no one left to ask for an advice, no one to state their unbiased opinion and what's truly on their mind. She was always alone like this, ever since high school. She never had a true best friend who stayed with her no matter what, she was always abandoned by those girls. All the time, over and over again. Until she just stopped put her trust in them.

'I don't even have someone I knew outside of work that I can call them a friend, how am I supposed to trust some guy cop I've never even talked before?' she thought to herself. She put her hands on her face and rubbed them up and down. She sat there for a couple of minutes before getting up and making her way to the small kitchen to get a beer.

As she leaned against the kitchen island, the beer already half empty and placed on the counter, she looked down at her feet. Her hands were on the counter and she bent down, trying to set her mind straight.

'Going alone means no protection, but also means it's easier to blend in. Going with someone means protection, but harder to blend in, and the cover could be blown sooner.'

She sighed once more, hearing the third quarter of the game starting. She straightened up, grabbed her beer and made her way back to the living room, to drown her mind once again in the game.

So a few things I want to say, but I didn't want to write an extremely long A/N at the beginning, so here it is now.

First of all, no - I have not abandoned my other fic, Love Her Tender, I'm just kind of stuck and I don't want to publish what I already have because I don't feel like it's good enough to be published yet. When I will have something worth publishing, I'll do that.

Second, the title. I know you might not understand why I named this story like that, but you will understand (chapter four, remember?).

Oh, and if any of you haven't seen the movie "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" I can't recommend it enough. It's just one of the best movies I've ever seen (I mean, just look at Jessica Rabbit!). It's just an awesome movie.

And... I think that's it. Oh, yeah - and don't forget to tell me what you think!