Maura Isles stepped out of her black Cadillac, her leather stiletto boots making a tapping noise when they came in contact with the concrete. She leaned back into the car to get her medical examiners bag and the hem of her skirt came up to reveal the back of her knees. She stood back up and smoothed out the emerald green satin blouse before adjusting her black jacket. Her blonde hair trailed down to just below her shoulders in loose waves. She held the bag in her right hand and walked toward the intense light of the lamps at her first crime scene as Chief Medical Examiner.

She came upon the scene and her eyes immediately flickered to a tall woman with a wild mane of black curls. Her back was to Maura and she turned around as the sound of heels resonating off of the alley walls. Maura's breath caught as she took in the detective's beauty. The woman was wearing black boots accompanied by simple black pants with a form fitting purple button up finished off with a loose black blazer. Her face had very chiseled features, her jaw line the most compelling once you tore your eyes from her own brown ones.

"You must be the new Chief ME, Maura Isles," she held out a long fingered hand for Maura to shake, "I'm Detective Jane Rizzoli." Her hand hung in limbo as Maura tried to gather herself.

"Uh, yes! I'm Dr. Maura Isles," she put her own hand in Jane's and shook it, "Chief Medical Examiner of the-"

"Commonwealth of Massachusetts. You don't need to use the full title." Jane's smile wasn't mocking; instead it was warm, friendly even.

"Yes well, what do we have tonight?" Maura set her bag on the concrete and crouched next to the victim's body. Opening her bag she pulled out a pair of blue latex gloves and put them on.

Jane crouched next to Maura and felt the man's pockets looking for a wallet. She reached into the left pocket and pulled out a black leather wallet. She opened it and saw the ID and threw the wallet to Frost who had yet to come over to the body.

"Hey Frost, will you run the name and see if he has a record?" he nodded, looking a little sick.

"Is Detective Frost alright? He looks a bit sick." Maura looked up at Jane awaiting a response.

"Oh yeah. He's not so good with blood and guts. Don't ask me why he chose homicide but he's one hell of a detective."

Maura smiled and turned her attention back to the man on the concrete. She focused mainly on a large head wound that started at the hairline and trailed to around the crown of his head. Blood had coagulated in clumps in his short brown hair and pooled around the left side of his head.

"There's obvious blunt force trauma to the skull, but I will have to do a complete autopsy to get an accurate cause of death." She grabbed the liver thermometer and inserted it. The liver temp had dropped about 6 degrees. "Time of death between 2 and 3 hours ago." She slipped the thermometer into a baggie and placed it back in her bag. Jane jotted the woman's findings in her notebook and flipped it closed.

"Well your techs can probably take the body now, we just have to do a more thorough sweep of the area and we'll be packing up too."

"Alright." Maura motioned to a young man standing off to the side, "Get the victim back to the morgue please." he nodded and went back towards the van. She began to take off her gloves and put them in a plastic baggie and dropped it into her bag.

She turned on her toes and started walking back down the alley before turning back to the detective, "I'm starting the autopsy at 9 am if you want to observe." Jane nodded and returned her attention to Frost. Maura went along the alley followed by the whispers of other detectives. She could only make out a few words but determined that they had already given her a nickname.

Queen of the Dead.

In all fairness it had a nice ring to it, but she heard Jane talking to them in a low growl, her raspy voice floating down the brick walls.

"Look, you don't know her, you don't know anything about her. How bout you shut your mouth before I shut it for you, alright?" Maura didn't hear the detectives response. She smiled at herself and continued back to her car, wondering what had made a seemingly stranger stand up for her like that.

She silently hoped that Jane and she would be friends. At least from the definition she knew, she hoped they would be friends.