A/N: Here's a new idea I thought of. Let me know if you like it and I'll continue.

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As Detective Jane Rizzoli stepped out of her apartment building on the morning of July the 9th, a warm Boston Summer morning, clad in her usual work attire, black slacks and a light purple v-neck tee, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She looked around, but all she could see was the common morning folk on their own ways to work. She sighed and got into her blue Detective's sedan.

The feeling felt more distinctive as she closed the car door behind her and slid her key into the ignition. She turned around in her seat to inspect the backseat of the car. There was nothing there, besides a half filled bottle of water, she had bought on Saturday evening on the way home from a crime scene and an empty packet of potato chips that Frost had left on the Friday.

With no threat of danger, Jane finally turned the key to start up the engine of the vehicle. She headed to work and the entire time, she still could not shake the feeling that she was being followed.

It was creeping her out.

Get a hold of yourself, Jane. You're just hallucinating. Hoyt is still in prison. She chastised herself as she drove toward the precinct in the morning peek hour traffic.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Upon her arrival at the Police Department Building, Rizzoli was silently glad that she noticed her best friend, Doctor Maura Isles walking from her fancy sports car, up to the front doors of the building.

"Morning, Jane!" the doctor greeted the detective with a smile, as she stopped at the car.

Jane took a deep breath before exhaling it, to settle her shot nerves before opening the car door. "Morning, Maura," she replied softly, and shut the door, locking it. She didn't want to let on that she felt that she was being stalked. She didn't want to show weakness, even in front of her good friend.

"You end up going on that date?" asked Maura with a smirk, walking beside Jane inside toward the metal detector.

"I could have," Jane replied, not wanting to talk on subject as Maura walked through the detector.

Jane then stepped through herself.

"Come on, Jane. Why won't you tell me?" Maura pressed the button for the elevator, she was going to head up to the bullpen with Jane for a while, since they both had arrived early. "It couldn't have been that bad," she said, as they stepped into the elevator together. "He was a nice guy." She hated trying to settle Jane up with men, but Maura was just too afraid to tell Jane that she was in love with her. Too scared that it would destroy their friendship. And without Jane and her friendship, Maura didn't know what she'd do. Jane was the only real friend that she'd ever had. She couldn't lose her.

Jane sighed. "I didn't go," she whispered as the elevator began to descend up to the Homicide Division floor.

"Why not?" Maura had to admit she wasn't all that surprised. Sometimes Jane Rizzoli just preferred to spend the time at home on the couch, watching TV and cuddling with Jo Friday, her little dog.

The silver heavy doors slid open and both women walked out of the box side by side.

"Jane, answer me," insisted Maura, grabbing Jane's arm to stop her from walking toward the bullpen.

"Just drop it, Maura," Jane replied, avoiding eye contact with the doctor.

Maura sighed and let go of the Detective's arm. "Okay, you know where to find me when you wanna talk," she said and headed back to the elevator.

Watching Maura walk away, Jane groaned before walking into the bullpen, toward her desk.

-o-o-o-o-o-

It was close to an hour before the ringing of Jane's desk phone startled her. She put down her blue ball point pen and picked up the black plastic receiver.

"Rizzoli," she answered professionally.

"It's Frost," her partner, Barry Frost, informed her. "I was on my way in and got the call. We have a DB at the Dirty Robber."

"At the Dirty Robber?" Jane asked about their usual drinking establishment. "Oh, God. I'm on my way," she said and hung up.

"Everything okay at the Robber?" Vince, her ex partner, Detective Korsak, asked as he walked her grab her gun and gold shield.

"We've got a DB there," she replied and rushed off.

Rushing back out of the building, the sense of someone watching her returned. She shook her head and looked side to side, just average daily people going on with their lives. Something that stuck out of a man standing against the building, reading the newspaper. She couldn't see his face, all she could observe about him was that he was maybe six foot two. Tall and lanky, wearing faded, holey jeans and a t-shirt, that was gray at the bottom half, but she could not see the top. She could see the top of his head though, it revealed thinning light brown hair.

She shook it off and hopped into her car. She had to get to the crime scene.

As she drove to the Dirty Robber, she noticed that every time she looked in the rear view mirror, there was a red SUV following her. Sometimes it was directly behind her, nearly bumper to bumper, and other times, the car was at least two vehicles behind. A shiver ran up her spine as she turned onto the street that the bar was on.

After being let through to the crime scene, she pulled over at the curb. She turned the engine off and looked in the rear view mirror again. The family size SUV did a u-turn and drove away.

Rizzoli sighed as she climbed out of the car. She walked around to behind the bar, where all the commotion was.

Maura was kneeling over the body of a young Caucasian male. He looked to be aged between ten and thirteen.

"He's so young. What was he doing behind a bar?" Jane asked, no-one in particular, as she walked up to Maura and the body.

Hearing the voice of her best friend, Doctor Isles looked up. "According to body temp, the time of death is between seven and eight this morning," she informed Jane, before furrowing her brows. "Jane? Are you okay?" she asked concerned.

"Yes, why?" replied Jane, looking around for evidence in an attempt to avoid the conversation.

"Jane, come on," insisted Maura, "You're terrible at lying when it comes to me."

"I feel like I'm being stalked..."

Maura's eyes widened. "What?"