A/N: What? No "A Name In Shadows update?" I haven't forgotten, this is just in my head and must get on paper!

So I had to tackle this after I woke up at 5:30 am this morning with the beginnings of a plot line in my head. I don't know why, but….I had to get it out. I expect this to be short, and since I plan on staying home this weekend to do laundry, I hope to wrap it up by Sunday. Maybe a 3 shot or something similar.

I have the R&I episode "Killer in High Heels" on my DVR and I was discussing OITNB with my friends over drinks last night, it all came together in my dream.

I've taken 4.04 and scrapped the happy ending, reworked a few kinks to make it fit added some OITNB characters and BOOM.

Is this a crossover….maybe but its totally going to focus on R&I so….yeah….I may have to reclassify it later if I'm told to do so.

A few notes:

I am totally going to believe that being an Isles and Chief ME gives Maura some legal clout and special privileges.

I also am going to say that as a cop…Jane also gets privileges.

Being the daughter of Paddy Doyle also gives Maura a few rights on the illegal side of things in prison. (This is before "Dance with the Devil 4.05")

In this story…the FCI Litchfield, prison is actually South Middlesex Correctional Center in Framingham MA, the only minimum women's one I found online. Its 22 miles from Boston if you're interested…lol.

I know nothing about prison except what I see on TV. If something's wrong….oops. R&I gets rid of legal realities all the time….

Happy reading!

-Raven

Rizzles is the New Black

Chapter 1

Tears were pooling in the hazel eyes. Hands were shaking, and legs were trembling as she waited for the guard to come get her. She was far more fortunate than most criminals as she had been allowed to go home for a short while. No doubt her mother had pulled a few strings to give Maura a chance to be with her family after the judge had found her guilty of manslaughter via imperfect defense. With no signs of attack, or attempted rape or anything…and only the evidence Pike found on the body, there was no knowledge of why she killed him. He was a con artist of course, but Maura had attack wounds on her body and a man was dead without evidence that he provoked her.

The sentence was light, 40 months, and made involuntary by the fact she was drugged at the time. Anyone who knew her, knew she was not the type of person to kill. Perhaps there was some evidence, something that could be found to free her. Her lawyer was no doubt working overtime on an appeal, pushing past legal boundaries and finding any sort of loophole to get her another hearing.

Last night had been both sad and heartening at the same time. So many people came to wish her a farewell and good luck. Even her parents were there. She had thought they would have been ashamed at having the Isle's name smeared with a conviction, but nothing could have been further from the truth.

Constance pulled her daughter into her side, an affectionate gesture that was far more than she'd ever received from her mother as a child.

"You're an Isles" she said whispering into the woman's ear. "And Isles are never left in such situations."

"I'm so sorry mother…I don't…I can't explain…"

"No, no. You misunderstand. We are Isles, and no judge can put us away. Henry will be working this around the clock and from every angle. Your detective agrees that we are not going to close the book on this one." She squeezed her arm tighter around her daughter and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"I don't know what I am going to do."

"You are going to sit there for a few weeks till that insane magistrate has the conviction overturned. And then you will be back home, sipping pinot grigio and watching this dog scratch up your hardwood floors."

Maura smiled at the memory of her mother and father holding her tight before retiring to the guest room for the evening. There had been a definition tension in the air among the Rizzoli's. Jane hadn't said two words to her mother the entire night, but Maura hadn't been able to be angry. It was evidence. And she had done the right thing by turning it into Cavanaugh

"I'm so sorry my girl. I'm so sorry." Angela's tears were falling along her shoulder as the Rizzoli matron held her. "I didn't think they would throw the book at you. I figure it was self defense. It was…"

"Its okay Angela. I'm not mad. You did the right thing. If they had found that video later they could have arrested you or Jane for obstruction of justice and that wouldn't have made me happy." Angela nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes as she was seeing the woman she thought of as a second daughter act as if going to prison was not a big deal.

Frost patted her on the shoulder on his way out with Korsak, and told her to remember not to drop the soap. She wasn't sure what that even meant, but Korsak slapped him upside the head telling him it was a women's minimum security prison and even so, such jokes weren't funny.

Jane hadn't said much of anything last night. She nodded at appropriate times, gave half smiles that never reached her eyes and chewed on her lips and fingernails throughout the evening. She'd expected Jane to be the most active of them all, telling her what and what not to do. Making sure she knew what she was in for. Telling her it was all going to be ok. But she had done none of that. She didn't even cry. Not even after everyone left or retired for the night. Jane didn't cry.

Maura sat with her leg shaking on the couch drinking her wine as Jane downed the last of the Blue Moon she'd been drinking. She was courteous for the first time in….well ever and used a coaster before placing the bottle down. Turning horizontal abruptly, she pulled the blonde into her arms and laid her head in Maura's hair, just breathing. Not saying a word.

"Jane what…."Maura was stopped by the feeling of a shaking head behind her. She could feel Jane's breath on the back of her neck and the woman wasn't speaking, but just holding her.

"I'm going to be fine," the doctor said, trying to assure the other woman everything was going to be ok, thought she was sure it was supposed to be the other way around. Jane nodded and again said nothing.

"Can we go to bed? We have to be up at 6 am if were going to make it to the Framingham by 8." Jane nodded, still silent and pulled them both up off the couch, not letting go of the petite woman. It was an awkward walk to say the least, with the tall brunette holding onto the short blonde as they made their way upstairs. Jane was sharing the bed with her, as her parents were taking the extra room.

The brunette finally let go to allow them both to prepare for bed. The moment they were under sheets, Jane pulled her close again, wrapping her arms around the smaller woman's waist in an intimate gesture that they'd never been in. Jane normally kept to her side of the bed when they'd slept in the same bed. Touching her in her sleep was likely to cause the woman to wake up in a cold sweat. No this was different. Jane was holding her like she was afraid Maura would disappear.

Now the lanky detective sat beside her, stoic, but had a vice grip on Maura's hand as they waited for the guard. The drive itself had only taken 35 minutes and they'd had time to stop for breakfast and coffee. Jane normally drove like she was in a Nascar final, but this time she drove the speed limit, stopping at every intersection and stop sign and slowing down for every yellow light, as if it could make a difference.

"Jane, you have't said anything to me since I was released." She said hoping to garner a few words. "I'm going to be in prison and I would like...I'd like to hear my best friends voice before I go." Maura could hear her voice cracking as she felt the lump appear in her throat.

"I should have done something," the raspy whisper came suddenly. "I shouldn't have left you there that night. I should have found more evidence, talking to more people….something."

"Jane there was nothing you could have done. Neither of us knew he was a con artist. Neither one of us could have guessed anything."

"I'm a detective Maura, I'm supposed to be able to read people. Instead I left my best friend with some criminal and God knows what he wanted."

"Maura Isles." A voice came from the back wall and caused both women to look up. It was an older female guard with red hair and a casual smirk, as if she were amused by the sight before her. The name "Bell" was on her name tag. Maura nods and then gives Jane a smile before letting go to walk towards the guard.

"Wait!" Jane said and jumped up from her plastic seat and embraced Maura tightly. For the first time since this whole thing started she hears Jane cry.

"I'm so sorry Maur…I'm so sorry," the woman's voice is even more raspy than normal under the tears. Maura can't help but feel her own eyes begin to water as she feels Jane's tears soak into her shirt. The embrace is tight, and although Maura knows she should be concerned about her circulation, she can't care at this moment.

"I….I packed pictures for you in the box and your medical journals and my red sox jersey I know you tell me that you don't like but that you wear when you're alone. I put that big book of doctor stuff in there too. And your ipod is filled with those boring lectures. And I'll remind Constance to add money to your account every week. You should have some there now." It was if everything she'd wanted to say was coming out now. "I love you. And I'm sorry and I swear I'm going to work with Henry."

"Jane its ok."

"Its not. I swear you'll be out in a couple of weeks." Maura heard the guard snort at Jane's comment but ignored it.

"Okay ladies, this is touching and all, but were on a schedule." The guard grabbed Jane's hand and attempted to remove it from Maura, earning the detectives ire.

"Don't touch me!" She said ripping her hand away from the guard and placing it back on Maura's shoulder.

"You wanna get in trouble for assaulting a federal officer?" the guard said.

"I don't know," Jane said opening her jacket to show her badge. "You wanna get in trouble for assaulting a police officer?"

"Jane. Stop." Maura said placing a calming hand on the tall woman's shoulder. "Its fine. I have to go. I'll see you on visiting day?"

"Of course Maura, you'll be on visiting day and every day I can get them to let me in." Jane gave a sad smile watching as the guard turned Maura in towards the door to the back.

"Oh Jane!" Jane turned around, confused to watch as Maura took off her shoes and handed them to her. "I don't trust them with my Louboutins. Keep them safe."

A/N: R&R please! So what do you think? keep going or not? I don't have much of a direction. Just random crap in store. If you have things and people and ideas you wanna see let me know. I'm taking suggestions

I'll introduce from OITNB people next chapter and get a bit more comedic from there.