A/N: Starting a multi-chapter fic, my first for the Rizzoli and Isles fandom! Shall simultaneously upload this to Wattpad, as I use both sites and want to see where this goes through both mediums. Not sure where this will end - all constructive criticism appreciated :D

CRASH!

The shattering of the lampshade echoed around the room as the pair struggled, neither unable to overcome the brute strength of the other. Punches and bruises were given freely as both felt the wanton desire to win. Neither was going to give up.

Until a split second allowed one of them to wrestle his small, sharp blade free and, seeing the fear shining in his opponents eyes, he plunged the knife into her torso, and watched as she fell to the floor with a thud, giving a helpless groan as blood began to flow out of the wound. He removed the knife, returning it to his belt, and walked out of the door as nonchalantly as a murderer could.

And everything went black...

***10 hours later***

Amelia Raine stepped through the doors of the Boston Police Department Headquarters, the hustle and bustle of life itself invading her senses as she navigated her way around the complex maze of people. Checking her watch, she realised that she was 15 minutes early from starting her new job as the BPDs Senior Criminalist, assisting the legendary Dr Maura Isles in her work as Chief Medical Examiner for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. This was it: the dream. And Amelia was determined to live it to the full.

Catching sight of a sign for the BPD café, Amelia plonked herself at a formica-top table - sure, it was basic, but she couldn't help being drawn in by the warm smile of an older woman on the other side of the room.

Angela Rizzoli smiled as she approached the young girl, a new face at the café. Her appearance wasn't customary of American women: a flowing, white blouse that fell just beyond her waist, a black waistcoat, black skinny jeans, and a pair of old, worn black leather brogues, topped by her waistlength jet black hair, the underlayer dyed a brilliant purple only visible when the girl swished her hair. Despite this, Angela never faltered as she approached the new face in the café.

"Hey sweetie, what can I get ya?"

Amelia looked up, startled at the forwardness of the woman. A small smile appeared as she responded.

"Erm, just a coffee, thanks? I've only got a few minutes until I need to be somewhere" Amelia said, trailing off...

"Of course," Angela smiled. "Dispenser's in the corner. Although you must come back for my special bunny pancakes, with a side of bacon or fruit salad, later on!"

"Sure will," Amelia replied as she filled her cup with the steaming liquid.

As she sat back down, the older woman struck up conversation with her once again. "I'm Angela, by the way, and I run the café here. That's a very pretty necklace," Angela began, pointing to the black choker on Amelia's neck, a small pendant hanging on it. "What's the figure of?"

"Oh, this?" She said, pointing to the pendant. "It's a bustier of one of my all time heroes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle..."

"A brilliant Physician" noted one voice behind Amelia.

"Who wrote the Sherlock Holmes mysteries!" exclaimed the other.

Amelia turned around to see the face of her new boss, Dr Isles, and her best friend, the famous Detective Jane Rizzoli, standing behind her.

"You must be Amelia, my new Senior Criminalist. I'm so looking forward to you heading up my team of forensic specialists." said Maura, just a hint of excitement in her voice, as she extened her hand to the seated woman. "Doctor Isles. This is my "partner-in-crime" - if you'll excuse the pun - Detective Rizzoli. You'll be working very closely with the Homicide Department of the BPD." Isles finished, as Rizzoli repeated the gesture.

Amelia shook the proffered hands. "I'm looking foward to working with you both too!" She was unable to contain her excitement at finally getting to meet her boss.

"Well then, shall we head down to my offic-"

Maura was cut off by the synchronised ringing of both hers and Jane's phones.

"Rizzoli" "Isles" came together, as always.

"That was Dispatch, we've got a body on the North side." Rizzoli said, grabbing her keys and coffee before practically dragging Isles out of the door.

"I'll have to catch you later - a busier day than I planned..." Maura threw the apology over her shoulder as she dashed with Jane to the next crime scene.

An involuntary smile crept over Amelia's lips. Today was going to be a good day.