A/N: This is my first attempt at a Rizzoli & Isles fic... soooo yeah. Let me know what you think. Oh, just so you know I don't write R & I as a couple because... well because I don't. In my world, they're best friends, like sister best friends, but not sisters...

Now that I've confused you all... enjoy the chapter. Don't forget to R&R!

Rizzoli POV:

"Jane..." I heard my name, but didn't open my eyes. "Jane... wake up."

"Leave me alone." I grumbled. I was tired from moving into my new apartment all last week. Maura slept over because it was too late for her to go home after helping me assemble my new IKEA furniture.

"Jane! Wake up!" She hissed in a hushed whisper.

"I am up! I'm up alright?" I sat up and looked down at her on the floor, she looked up at me with concern. I ran a hand through my hair and looked over at the clock. 'Only 5:42, you've got to be kidding me right now.' "So what was the big emergency? Why did you need me to get up so badly?"

"Shh!" She propped herself up on her knees and inched closer to the bed.

"Maura, I am not in the mood! It's not even 6:00AM!" I shook my head. I was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination.

"Jane... please... I think I heard something. I'm scared." She looked at me with wide eyes.

"You're..." I sighed, I felt like the biggest jerk in the world. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired."

"Apology accepted." She paused for a minute. "What are you going to do about the noise?" She looked over at the closed bedroom door nervously.

"Okay. Be quiet for a minute." Neither of us made a sound, we stayed quiet for almost five minutes before I got up and went to the door. I didn't hear anything but if it made Maura feel better then a quick search wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Don't you think you should bring your gun?"

"I left it on the table last night. I'm going to get it right now." I slowly opened the bedroom door and peeked my head out. I turned back to Maura, she looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"We're okay." I told her and went to the table to retrieve my gun. "You want to come walk through the place with me?" She nodded and ran over to me, I couldn't get over how the prized Medical Examiner for the Boston Police Department was reduced to nothing more than a terrified mess at the thought of something she thought she'd heard. Regardless, I took her through every room, every closet, and every dark corner of my apartment. I showed her that the locks were still in tact and everything was how it should be before I took her back to the bedroom.

"Jane... I'm sorry I woke you up. It's just..." She looked at my scarred hands, but quickly dropped her gaze to her own smooth ones, hoping I hadn't noticed. I sat beside her.

"Is this because of what I told you?" I sighed, about a month ago I'd finally opened up and told my friend about all the torture I'd endured almost three years ago when Charles Hoyt had captured me. I didn't glaze over anything like I did with the police, or my brother. With Maura, there was no denying the truth.

"It might be..." She frowned. "Studies show that when you're in a new environment that your subconscious is more likely to overreact and conjure up thoughts than when you're in a place you're more comfortable with...

"Hoyt is locked up Maura. He can't hurt me or anyone else ever again." I watched as the guiltiest look flashed across her face. "Maura?"

"Jane!" My stomach turned as I saw her bury her face in her hands, hysterical.

"Maura! What is it!?" I shook her shoulders hard, trying to get her to focus.

"Frankie told me not to make you worry!" My heart turned to ice when I heard that, but I had to confirm what I was hearing.

"Are you trying to tell me that Hoyt is out of prison?" I shrieked. This was worse than any nightmare that I've had about that night... this was very real.

"I'm sorry Jane!" Maura cried harder, but forced herself to look up at me. "I wanted to tell you!"

"How long!?" I demanded.

"About four days..."

"Four days?!" I locked my bedroom door and started pacing, shaking, despite my best efforts not to.

"I'm sorry." Maura got up and hugged me close, I hugged her back letting myself have a small moment of weakness. I blinked hard, but the tears won and spilled down my face. So, I was back to the feeling of being afraid of the dark, compulsively checking over my shoulder every time the floor creaked, and worst of all, I was back to feeling weak, like I couldn't even be trusted with my own safety.

A/N: Another chapter coming soon regardless of reviews. That being said, reviews motivate me to update faster... even one little review helps. Thanks so much for reading.