I am trying to work on my writing, what better than with a bit of fanfiction? I'm not great at smut, but I am pretty good at plot twists. My writing style has gone out the window since the last time I wrote anything, so here's to self improvement hopefully :/ This will be ongoing, and I'm not saying there will STRICTLY be no smut, it's just that I'm not fantastic at it. Please feel free to review, I am all for constructive criticism, but please be gentle.

The day had started out like any other day.

"Maura, do NOT tell me you forgot! I got up and ran all the way here, this early in the morning -"

"Jane, Jane I'm sorry. Can I make you some tea?"

Jane glared at her best friend, standing at the foot of the stairs. Her blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders in a way that should be illegal. The robe tied around her waist did nothing to mask the fact that she had obviously been asleep with nothing on.

God, how does she look so good first thing in the morning?

"If you'd bothered to check your messages, I got in late last night and looked at the forecast. It's way too hot to go running; even this early in the morning. Severe hyperthermia occurs at a body temperature of 104 degrees. If not, then heat cramps and heat exhaustion are definitely major concerns -"

"MAURA, DON'T GOOGLE MOUTH ME AT SIX IN THE MORNING WHEN I HAVEN'T HAD MY COFFEE."

Jane strode past Maura and flopped onto her couch.

"SHOES!" cried Maura, rushing forward to rescue a cushion from under her best friends muddy feet.

Jane looked down, then threw Maura a wicked grin. "Yes, they're on my feet."

Angela entered the room to find her daughter and Maura engaged in what can only be described as a brutal pillow fight.

"JANE CLEMENTINE RIZZOLI, YOU ARE A GUEST IN THIS HOUSE!"

Jane dropped the pillow with a giggle and bounced over to the fridge. "The owner of the house started it, Ma."

"I don't care who started it, I didn't raise you to fight with pillows!"

Jane sniggered into the bottle of water in her hand. "Nah, Frankie and I never used pillows."

Jane barely dodged the whisk aimed at her backside. Everything was interrupted by the ringtone of Jane's cellphone.

"Ugh, so earlyyyyyyy." whined Jane, reaching into her pocket. "Rizzoli."

"Jane? JANE. Where are you, I've been knocking on your apartment door for ten minutes."

"Korsak? Jeez, calm down, I just went for a run to Maura's. What's wrong?"

"Jane, we got a body over at Cedar Junction."

"Alright, I'll get Maura to drive me home to get changed and then we'll both make our way over there."

"NO. Jane, you absolutely can't bring Maura." Jane's heart dropped into a pit in her stomach. She watched Maura and her mother smiling and chatting over tea in the next room. She felt her blood run cold.

"Vince… Vince, no, no, it can't be…"

"I'm sorry Jane. I've got uniforms on the way to Hope's clinic and to Maura's house to do the notifications and ask a few questions."

"Vince, you can't be serious! They're our friends, you can't let Random Cop #3 take care of them!"

"This is coming straight from the brass, Jane. We do everything by the book or people will get hurt, you know what the crime syndicate is like. There's going to be an uproar."

Jane met Maura's eyes over the counter, and Maura finally clicked that something was wrong. "Jane, what is it -"

Her question was cut off by a knock on the front door. Jane snapped her phone shut and tried to get to the door before Maura. Her best friends panic was rising; she knew something horrible had happened. On the door step was Frankie and Charlie. Maura smiled, her body sagging in relief.

"Oh, thank God, it's only you two." Frankie squared his shoulders, trying everything they'd taught him in sensitivity training.

"Maura, I'm sorry to bring such bad news. It's Paddy Doyle."

Maura blanched. "Wh-what about him? H-He's in Cedar Junction awaiting trial."

Frankie tried his best to look her right in the eye, his resolve slowly disappearing into those wide eyes.

"Miss Isles, I'm sorry to tell you that Paddy Doyle was killed last night in his cell."