Guess what everyone, here's my new story! I hope you like the way I'm taking this, it's different then the two other stories I've written for Rizzoli & Isles. I hope you like the new Dr. Isles. And don't worry you'll get plenty Rizzles in this, just let it develop. Please tell me what you think! And thank you so much for reading.

Chapter 1

Dr. Maura Isles, medical examiner gone bad. It was before the new detective had been promoted. Daughter of the infamous Irish mob boss Patrick Doyle and the half sister of a criminal brother she never knew. She left the life as part of the justice system and turned herself into one of the most cunning thieves Boston had ever seen. No one had been able to stop her, but one thing kept her from going completely AWOL; that new detective, the one that would most likely be Maura's downfall.

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Chief Medical Examiner Olivia Dutcher stood across from me at the examination table. She held up an oversized heart from a man not much older than us; the heart had large amounts of scar tissue, another reason I believed this was a natural death and not a homicide.

"There's a great amount of scaring on his heart," Olivia noted, confirming what I already knew.

"Okay, and why is that 'Liv?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Most likely he's had a heart attack before, from the looks of it multiple," she replied. "I'll know more when I get his medical records, but from what I can tell this is a natural, not a homicide. Looks like the good detective will have the night off."

"Great," I replied, smiling at my blonde colleague. "Wanna grab a beer at the Dirty Robber after our shift is up?"

"Sure," Olivia replied. "Just one question Jane…"

"Yes, Dr.?" I asked.

"Would you be so kind as to return my boots?" she asked.

I laughed; Olivia had the same sense of fashion I did; pants, shirt, jacket and boots. We were twins except for our hair. Olivia had taken the position here from a medical examiner that had left before I had been promoted. I had no idea who had been here before, but from what I had heard she was one hell of a high maintenance woman; I was glad Olivia was who I worked with constantly and not whoever it was before.

"Yeah, yeah sure I'll get them back to you," I replied. "So how's the boyfriend?"

"Same as always, elsewhere in his thoughts," Olivia replied. "You wouldn't be interested in taking him out of my hands would you?"

"God no, I can't stand spending more than fifteen minutes with Dean," I shook my head a shiver crawling up my spine.

"His name is Gabriel, Jane." Olivia hated it when I referred to him by his last name, what was I supposed to do I hated the guy.

"Just close this guy up, I'm gonna go tell Frost and Korsak we're signing out for the day," I told her, turning to leave.

"You two seriously better start getting along." Olivia called out as the elevator doors started to close.

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Maura Isles smiled at her latest victim as he tried to swoon her into going to the Bahamas with him over the weekend. This was her work now, get into their circle work them some and take what she came for. Her make today was a beautiful pearl necklace that had belonged to her victim's mother. Currently she felt like Catwoman trying to steal the necklace in Bruce Wayne's manner. Her partner in crime, a very muscular and handsome ex-marine; stood fifteen feet away waiting for his cue. Kurtis and she had met at another one of Maura's jobs, attempting to steal a priceless Victorian Vase. He was deaf in one ear and never spoke, almost as if he was mute, but Maura knew better.

"It's so kind of you to offer, Mr. Wallace but I have other obligations," Maura said in a overly sweet voice.

Mr. J.T. Wallace, a rich forty-something year old man, grey hair, gray beard heavily muscled from multiple hours at the gym every day. Maura was less then interested in spending any more time than necessary with him, he made her slightly ill.

"Please Dr. Isles, call me J.T. I insist," he told her, stepping up. "Are you sure you can't slip away for a couple of days? It would be just the two of us and a bottle of the best Champaign."

"I'm flattered really, J.T. but I can't, and you understand my work is very demanding." Maura was doing her best to play her part, but this guy would not back off.

J.T. took a large sip of his Champaign, finishing off half of his remaining glass. Maura knew she had to get him out of sight of the other guests before the drug took effect. For only a few years had she been a practicing doctor, a medical examiner for the Boston PD, she knew her way around certain drugs.

"However, J.T. I would not be opposed to sneaking out of the gathering for a few moments."

Maura felt the hives start to form on her neck as the words of the lie left her mouth. How she was able to keep up her work as a thief with hives breaking out whenever she lied, she did not know. J.T. finished the last of his drink before slamming the glass into Kurtis' chest, thinking that Kurt was a waiter. For a second rage flashed in Kurt's eyes, he regained control almost immediately, taking the glass and slamming it down on a table. No one took notice as the stem of the wine glass broke in two in Kurt's hand. J.T. placed his hand on the small of Maura's back, leading her away from the other guests and into an adjoining room. Kurt followed behind them by a few steps so he wouldn't be notice by J.T.; Maura attempted not to shift away from J.T. as he pulled her closer.

"It's getting slightly warm in here, isn't it?" J.T. asked loosening his tie.

"Is it?" Maura asked, playing dumb. "I haven't noticed."

Maura felt J.T. start to support himself on her, the drug was starting to kick in. Kurt came up from behind, catching J.T. as his knees buckled. Maura stepped away, brushing a wrinkle out of her dress before turning back to Kurt.

"The safe is under the desk, go ahead and open it," she ordered with ease.

Kurt signed to her 'You sure? I thought it was up stairs?'. Maura shook her head, Kurt really needed to start talking.

"He keeps it down here, in case he has a female guest who might be… taken to it," Maura replied.

'Like you? Oh yes so very taken…"

"Please Kurt, someone might walk in and find us."

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Korsak leaned back in his chair as he finished off his cup of coffee. Today was an uneventful day, no murders, no attempted murders just a completely quiet day. Frost sat at his desk finishing paper work from their last case. A thirty year old socialite who's boyfriend of six years killed her over the smallest thing. Not something to remember, but Korsak knew he would never forget. He was waiting for the autopsy report on the man downstairs who had apparently died of a heart attack.

Frost threw his pen aside, grunting in frustration. The paperwork was ridiculous, page after page of unimportant information for the one page of extremely important information. Tomorrow Frost knew he would be filling out the paperwork for the DB downstairs; that was of course, if it was ruled homicide and not natural causes. But what was natural about a thirty something year old dropping dead of a heart attack? Fucking bull shit; Frost wasn't being paid enough to deal with this.

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I stepped out of the elevator just as Frost rose from his seat, finished with his paperwork. Korsak stood when he saw me enter the room, tossing his coffee cup in the trash. I took a seat on the edge of a desk as the two of them crowded around me. They both looked like they were desperate to punch off and go home; I couldn't blame them, I was tired and bored.

"So what did you two find out?" Korsak asked, referring to Olivia and me.

"It looks like he died of a heart attack but we won't know anything for sure until we get the tox screen back," I replied with a yawn.

"How long will that be?" Frost asked.

"Probably later tonight," I replied. "Olivia is closing the guy up then we're headed to the Dirty Robber. You two want to tag along?"

"Sure," Korsak nodded.

"Why not," Frost agreed.

The three of us fell silent, not having much else to say. Then it popped into my head, our more than open case on Patty Doyle.

"Did you two dig up any leads on Doyle?" I asked.

"Sorry Janie," Korsak sighed. "Doyle disappeared once again; there is no way we're going to get our hands on him without some miracle."

"In other words we're screwed…" I muttered.

Korsak and Frost both nodded; Patty Doyle was untouchable, we had no way to get to him. There was nothing that Doyle held close to him, that we knew of. No family, no friends apart from those who ran with him. Outside of Patty's ring he did not exist, no one could find him. It was strange that Doyle would resurface after a very long hiatus, no one in the Boston Police Department could figure out why he had come back. Nor why he had killed the man he had; there was no connection between his victim and him. I knew in my gut there was something that had changed with him, someone had shown up or someone had left, to set him off this time.

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Maura stood in the shower as hot water ran down her back to her feet. She felt wrong thievery was not her idea of a career; she wanted to help people not steal from them. Her father, Irish mob boss Patty Doyle, had left her no choice to the matter. How was she, a daughter of a criminal, supposed to work for the law when she herself came from the wrong side? One year she worked for the Boston PD, up until that year she had been on the right side of the law. She had doubts about what she did; she always wished she could turn herself in, get out of the trade. But that meant losing her license and going to prison, Maura Isles just couldn't do that.

She ran her hands through her wet hair, reaching for shampoo, and pouring a little into her hand. She massaged the soap through her long wavy hair, thinking hard over her choices. Morally she knew what she was doing was wrong, but what were these possessions to the rich men she stole from? Kurtis was Maura's bodyguard, her protector; he stood by her whether what she did was right or wrong. Kurt was always one step ahead of Maura on any of her targets, but he always let her take the lead. She needed him, like he needed her; the two of them were one.

"Yes Dr. Isles what have you done this time?" Maura smiled to herself.

She shut off the hot water and stepped out into the large bathroom. Shivering slightly at the change in temperature she reached for a towel. The mirror was fogged with steam, leaving Maura to wipe it off with her free hand. The woman in the mirror stared back at her with tired eyes, eyes that were not ready to admit defeat. She knew she would have to keep up her work until she was caught; it's what she had found she was good at. Finally taking a deep breath she opened the door that led into the hallway, walking head first into Kurt, standing shirtless waiting for her.

"Kurt what have I told you about doing that?" Maura mumbled, slightly shaken.

'That we have a couch and I shouldn't stand directly outside the door…' he replied in sign.

"And where is your shirt?" Maura asked, raising an eyebrow.

'Not on,' he told her. 'Why should you get to walk around naked while I'm stuck fully clothed?'

"I'm in a towel, smartass." Maura headed towards her bedroom, while Kurt followed. "Did my father really mean to keep an eye on me at all times?"

'He told me if I invaded your privacy he would kill me like he's killed others,' Kurt signed when Maura finally turned around.

"I wouldn't let him hurt you Kurtis," Maura spoke sweetly to him. "You're rather important to me."

'Yes, you've told me…' Kurt agreed. 'Should I leave?'

Maura had pulled out her silk pajama pants and shirt, getting ready to get dress. Kurtis felt uncomfortable watching her drop her towel. He was strictly he guardian, as Patty put it; Kurt had no sexual feelings towards Maura. He knew that he was not what Maura looked for in a partner; he may have been in perfect shape, but there was something about him that wasn't to her liking.

"No Kurt, I'm not shy," she replied, slipping the silk top on. "Don't be embarrassed."

'Why do you assume I'm embarrassed? I am however uncomfortable.'

"It's so much easier if you would just speak." Maura buttoned the last button on her top. "That way I do not always have to watch your hands."

'Please, Maura you're not watching my hands.'

Maura suppressed a chuckle, yes she looked at Kurt's abs every now and then; but her eyes were else where most of the time. Her eyes were on another more rewarding target, one that she hopped she would never have to deal with in an interrogation room.

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I watched Korsak as he ripped his phone from his pocket an answered it. We had been off the clock for two hours, and had spent all the time at the Dirty Robber. Only six beers had been drunk between the four of us, the rest of the bill was from a couple hamburgers and fries. As I watched Korsak's brow furrow I realized we had a call; most likely one that could not wait until the morning. Second later Korsak hung up his phone and sighed, waving for our waiter to bring us our check.

"Someone just called in a murder…" he muttered.

"Can't night shift get it?" I asked.

"No, not this time…" Korsak face was grim.

"What is it Vince?" Olivia asked.

"It looks like Patty Doyle is back," he replied.

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I pulled the car to a stop outside of a large mansion, surrounded by yellow police tape. Cavanaugh stood at the end of the drive way, waiting for us impatiently. The second all of us stepped out of the car we were swarmed by reporters. Cavanaugh grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the growing mob, walking me fast to the inside. The inside of the house was just as immense as the outside, but it was a mess. A woman stood at the end of the room with two uniforms, crying hysterically unable to get an audible word out.

"Victim is J.T. Wallace, forty-six year old entrepreneur." Cavanaugh informed Korsak, Frost and I.

"Where do I know that name from?" I asked.

"He's the owner of that new computer software company, the guy became a millionaire over night," Frost explained.

"Made deals with the wrong guy…" I muttered, kneeling down next to the body.

J.T. Wallace was a good looking forty-six year old man. Not overly muscular but not overly scrawny. His hair was graying along with his beard; the only difference in his body was an ice pick sticking out from his chest. No bruises or cuts from a struggle or rope burns if he were tied to a chair. Patty Doyle must have stuck up from behind him and finished him off fast; but what sense did that make? Patty Doyle didn't show mercy to anyone, J.T. was no exception.

"Olivia, can you confirm that it was the ice pick that killed him?"

"I can't confirm it until we get him back to the morgue, but from the looks of it, yes the ice pick is what killed him," she replied. "What I don't get is that there is no blood, anywhere."

"Why is that odd?" I asked.

"He was stabbed in the chest, directly into the heart there should be some arterial spray if he was stabbed while he was still alive." Olivia explained.

"So the pick was post mortem?" I asked.

"I don't know…"

Olivia was immediately off in her own world, examining the body; I left her to it and started to look around. On an end table next to an expensive love seat was a broken wine glass, the stem broken in half. A CSI was taking photos of the glass before he bagged it and tagged it as evidence. For some reason I felt something in the house was off, something was out of place. There was something tugging at my gut telling me something was missing, something about this was different. I stepped back and spread my arms as if holding a box, trying to get the layout of J.T.'s study. There was a leather couch next to a large bookshelf, a desk with a laptop and papers spread around the top.

"What do you see Jane?" Frost asked.

"Ask the maid if anything is missing, money, jewelry etc." I replied turning towards the wall.

"Already asked her before you four showed up," Cavanaugh spoke up. "She said a pearl necklace that belonged to the victim's mother is gone."

"Patty Doyle is now a robber too?" I asked.

"Just seems as if something else is up, Patty Doyle doesn't steal," Frost said. "He kills people that do him wrong."

"Maybe he took it as payment?" Korsak offered.

"Let's not jump to any conclusions, guys," I told them. "Take the maid in for questioning; make sure she isn't hiding anything."

"Jane, come here for a second," Olivia's voice rose above the maids growing hysteria.

I went over to her to see what was up. She had obviously found something, she was pointing to J.T.'s lips. Around the edges was a fine white powder, something you usually don't find.

"What is the meth?" I asked.

"No, defiantly not," she replied. "I'll run some tests back at the morgue, he might have been drugged."

"Drugged?" I asked. "So what Doyle robbing and drugging people now?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Olivia replied. "Cavanaugh is it possible he was drugged before Doyle came around?"

"Sure, J.T. was having a gathering or something earlier today." Cavanaugh replied, nodding. "One of his guests could have been after something."

"I guess that means we'll need a list of guests," I said, crossing my arms and looking at the dead guy.

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Kurtis slammed through the door leading into Maura's bedroom. Immediately he switched on the lights and pulled her out of her bed. He ignored the glancing blow to his stomach as he drug Maura out to the living room and dropped her down on the couch.

"Kurt, what the hell are you doing?" Maura shouted angrily. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

'Shut up and watch Maura,' he signed forcefully.

Maura watched the news anchor as he spoke eagerly and quickly. Forty-six year old J.T. Wallace was found dead tonight in his Boston home. Wallace was the founder of a new computer software company, a multi-millionaire and long time supporter of the Apple Corp. Sources say Wallace was stabbed in the chest with an ice pick. Police have not yet confirmed if this is the work of Irish mob boss Patty Doyle… Maura stopped listening; what the hell had her father done? Had he really put her at the risk of being put away for murder? Kurtis stood stiff behind her, not willing to make any attempt to sign to her; he knew when she was angry.

"Get my father on the phone now," she demanded.

Kurt did as he was told, he wasn't about to disobey Maura when she was angry. He didn't enjoy sleeping out in the car.

"We need to talk, immediately…"

Kurtis couldn't hear what Patty was saying on the other line, which he was glad of. Patty had hired Kurt to protect Maura at all costs; he was under special instruction and if he broke the rules he would lose his life. Even as an ex-marine sniper he was afraid of Patty Doyle; Kurt had lost his hearing in one ear and had extensive scaring over his body from being too close to the center of a bomb blast. No pain was equal to that of Patty Doyle and a wrench. Maura stood up from the couch, pulling Kurt from his unpleasant thoughts. She handed him back the phone and started towards her room.

"Tell me if anything new comes about," she said. "But if you ever wake me up at two AM again, I'll make sure you won't be able to walk straight again."

Knowing Maura wouldn't see him he signed, 'Of course love, both you and your father will have my balls if I fuck up again.' Kurt sighed to himself before going to stretch out on the couch, he was tired and his stomach hurt. Maura may not be a fighter but damn did she have one hell of a punch. Hopefully neither of them ended up in prison because of Patty Doyle's idiotic mistake.