Hello everyone, thank you all for the reviews. This chapter will answer a few of your questions.

I sadly still do not own Rizzoli and Isles. Just taking our two favorite girls out for a little fun.


9 week earlier

"Thank you, Sir. I will head out and empty my workload and head home to get a few things packed." Jane walks out of Lieutenant Cavanaugh's office and shakes his hand. She heads back into the bullpen. She sits at her desk and grabs the two case files.

"Korsak, Frost, I need you guys to handle these two for me. Cavanaugh is sending me undercover and I apparently need to leave in four hours. I hate dumping this on you but we all know duty calls." Jane quickly grabs her phone off the desk.

"Whatever you need Jane, we're here. Just be safe. We'll keep an eye on things here." Frost says and gives his partner a hand shake.

"I'll make sure your mom and the doc are okay." Korsak nods and gives the brunette a small wave as she rushes off to the elevator.

"Why is she always getting to go undercover? I've been here for years now and haven't been asked to even train, what's with that" Frost tosses the file across the desk.

"Look kid, Jane is an amazing detective and great under pressure. You wouldn't last five minutes undercover. You toss your cookies at crime scenes. Maybe if you got that under control they might consider you." The older detective sees the hurt expression on Frost's face. "I'm not trying to be hard on you. I am just trying to be honest. But you really are a good detective you just have more things to learn. Jane, she has a natural talent for this kind of stuff. It's like she was born for it. Don't beat yourself up about it."

Frost nods and huffs. He knows what the old man is saying is true but it doesn't make it any easier. He thinks of Jane as a sister but she is always one upping him. He is beginning to completely understand what Frankie is always going on about.


Jane finished packing her bag and made a quick call to her mother saying she was on her way over with Jo Friday. Before she heads out the door she shoots her favorite doctor a text.

Hey, I am coming over I need to talk to you. You still at home? J

Before Jane can even put the leash on her furry little companion her phone chimes.

Yes, Jane, I am still at home. Is everything okay? M

Jane's response is immediate.

Yeah, just need to talk to you. See you soon. J

Jane tosses her phone in her pocket and grabs her things before rushing down to her car. She drums her fingers against the steering wheel as she heads to Beacon Hill. The brunette heads to the side entrance and heads straight to the guest house. She only has about two hours left before she has to get to the airport. She walks right in and unleashes Jo Friday.

"Ma! You here?" Jane looks around the small living area and jumps as her mother comes out of the bathroom.

"Janie, what's going on? You were so rushed on the phone. Why am I keeping your dog?" The older Rizzoli wraps her daughter in a hug.

"I have to go undercover. I can't give you details you know that. I promise I will be safe, I am not going under alone. Miller is going under too, he's a great cop and this isn't his first rodeo." She looks at her watch." God, Ma, I gotta go. I have to talk to Maura before I leave. When I get settled I'll give you a call. But it won't be a lot." The brunette rushes out of the guest house and walks straight into the main house.

"Maura!" Jane yells, when she doesn't see the doctor in the living room she moves to the stairs and stops in her tracks when she sees the vision that is Dr. Maura Isles standing in front of her looking like she stepped off the pages of Vogue. Her heart speeds up the same way it always does when her best friend is near.

"Jane, are you alright?" When the honey blonde sees Jane a panic sets in. She can see how tense her best friend looks. She looks flushed and her pupils are dilated. "Go sit down and I will get you a beer."

"No, Maura, I can't. That's why I am here. I wanted to see you before I leave. I have to go undercover. I'm the only one with experience and we need to get someone under fast. This case is huge. I have to go I am so sorry I am giving you such short notice." Jane rambles on. She is torn, her head knows she needs to be getting into work mode but her heart wants to tell Maura how she really feels. But now isn't the time, when she tells her best friend she loves her, she wants it to be perfect. She wants to be able to talk and really talk, have a two sided conversation. Not blurt it out and run off to work for God knows how long.

Maura's mouth gapes open as she listens to her best friend. Her stomach does a flip and she is instantly nauseous. This isn't right. Why does she need to leave now. This morning over coffee we were just talking about going to the Robber for dinner. The doctor shakes her head.

"Wait, Jane, you can't go. They can't just expect you to drop everything at a minutes notice and leave. Why? Why does it have to be you? Can't Frost go?" Maura walks over and stands dangerously close the the raven haired detective. She needs to make Jane see, she needs to make her stay, to be safe. "Please, I..I have such a bad feeling about this. Please don't go. Something isn't right just listen listen to me. You cannot be prepared to go undercover so fast. You aren't in the mindset for, you can't be not on this short of a notice."

"I know it's fast but this is how it happens sometimes. When you get the orders you just have to go sometimes. But I promise I am ready for this, I have trained for this very thing. You of all people know I am physically in shape for this. I'll be fine. And I promise when I get settled I will call you and I can still get texts. When I am free I can respond. I'll be okay. But I have about forty minutes to get to the airport." Jane reaches for Maura's hands when she notices the doctor is clearly freaking out.

"No, if you walk out that door. I..I don't know how long I can do this. Not knowing if you are okay. All you are ever concerned about is you job. You don't care about your mother, your family and least of all me. How can you do this? After you jumped off that bridge you promised me. You promised me that you wouldn't keep taking these kinds of risks. You promised me." Maura pulls her hands from Jane's reach and covers her face to hide the tear threatening to fall.

"Ba..Maura I know. I know what I said and I am going to be so, so much more careful than I have ever been before. I am going to come back." Jane moves to wrap her best friend up in a hug but Maura shoves her away.

"NO! You don't get to hug me. You have to leave, you have to go play the hero. Go, but you need to get back here. You need to get back here me as fast as you can, Jane Rizzoli. Because I do not know how long I can wait. If you truly cared about me at all you'll stay." Maura closes her eyes and turns her back on her best friend so she wouldn't see the tears falling down her cheeks.

"Maura, I'm sorry I really am but I have to go. I needed to leave for the airport like ten minutes ago. I promise I will come back. I know you are mad at me and I get why. I am going back on a promise. But it's not to hurt you. You are my best friend and you mean the world to me. I will call you when I can, okay? Please just answer the call." Jane knows how much Maura is hurting, because she is hurting just as bad. This is way harder than it had ever been. The brunette gives her best friends shoulder a firm squeeze before rushing out the door.


3 days later

Jane flops down on the crappy twin mattress in the shit hole of a temp house they set her up with. From the minute her plane landed the detective has been on the go. She got picked and was thrown right into the middle of things. She couldn't believe an hour after getting off the plane she already had the two dirty cops on her wire. But there was no time to rest, she had to go along on the most degrading prostitution check. She has never seen anything like it before. And now she is finally in the safety of this crappy apartment. The brunette grabs a quick shower and makes a Cup O' Noodles and calls her mother. She tried to make it quick but the older Rizzoli wanted make sure her daughter knew how worried everyone about her, especially the doctor. Her mother told her to be careful and told her she should get some sleep. But the detective had other ideas.

Jane turned the lights out and settles back on the bed. Don't break two promises. You need to call her, you want to call her. Quit being a pussy, Rizzoli. She sighs and picks up her phone and swipes it open. She can't help but grin at the goofy contact pic of her best friend. They were at the Robber and Frankie said something funny and Maura broke out into hysterical laughter and Jane had to snap a picture. The honey blonde saw the photo once and asked Jane to change it but there was no way the detective could do it. She pressed call and waited. After four rings it went to voicemail, Jane sighed and waited for the beep. In the meantime she beamed at hearing Maura's voice. Damn, I miss that voice. Hell, I miss everything about that woman.

"Hey, Maura it me. Jane. I know when I left you were really upset and I totally understand why but please call me back. I swear to you I am being safe. I do care about you, you have no idea how much. I am working so hard to get everything we need to get this wrapped up fast. I told you I would get back to you as fast as possible. There is nothing more I want to do than to get home to you. Please don't stay mad at me for a long time. I have something I want to talk to you about. And the second I am done here, I will be on my way to see you first. I can't wait to get back to my best friend. I love you Maura. Talk to you soon." Jane hangs up and tosses her bed on the chair next to the bed before passing out for the night.


2 weeks later

Jane paces in a small interrogation room, she is nervously rubs the scars on the backs of her hands. How did this even happen? How did she get made? She was so careful. She bounces on her heels and nearly chews a hole in her bottom lip.

"Rizzoli sit down!" Lieutenant Cavanaugh yells as he storms through the door. Jane sits and waits for the blow up.

"Sir, I don't know how this happened." Jane tries to explain but he cuts her off.

"It wasn't you, well it was you. Your face on Bill O'Reilly's show to be exact. One of the prostitutes is apparently trying to become a journalist and was doing a paper and was going over some old episodes. She recognized you and told her pimp. We have to get ahead of this. We are so close to closing this thing. And police commissioner had an idea. But I know you and you are not going to like this. But it might be our only chance to get these dirty cops and get Miller out without him being killed." The lieutenant pauses letting the information sink in.

"Alright, just tell me what I have to do." Jane looks at him like he is crazy anything she can do to get this case closed she'll do it.

"We fake your death. Hold on, I told you wouldn't like it but hear me out first okay?" He puts his hand up when Jane stands up from the table. "We let you go back to the apartment and make it look like Miller killed you. A head shot there would be no mistaking that you are dead. We'll have pictures. Hell the commissioner even said we will send a makeup artist who is great with prosthetics down. It was used in Chicago a few months back and worked great."

"Let's do it. I'll go right now." Jane stands up and reaches to shake the man's hand but he doesn't take it.

"That's not the part you aren't going to like. We need to make this look real. As in official, a full police burial. You will be put up in a small motel Exeter, New Hampshire. You won't be able to leave or call anyone at all until after this case is wrapped. And you know that could take some time since you've been made and everyone is going to be very jumpy." He looks at the female detective waiting for the question he knows is coming.

"Okay, I still don't see what I wouldn't like? What am I missing?" Jane says.

"We need to keep a lid on you being, alive. We can tell your mother but that's it. We need to not leave any loose ends on this. We would bring your mother in, let her know what's going on. Setup a time for you two to speak for ten minutes and then that's it. You'll be dead. No one will know but Miller, the commissioner, your mother and myself. We can't risk anyone else knowing." The moment he says it Jane shoots out of the chair.

"No, I am fine with this. I am fine with being a ghost for a while. But Maura has to be told. I can't do this unless she knows. This will kill her, she can't think I am dead. She can't, she has to be told." The brunette paces behind her chair.

"It's the only way Rizzoli. I am sorry. And we do this tonight. The commissioner already signed off on this and you signed off on the undercover assignment. It's out of your hands." He tried to call Jane down as best he could before they left to get the photoshoot over with.


3 days later

"Ma! Calm down I am perfectly fine. I was never in any actual danger. I don't have a scratch on me. Ma." Jane listens to her mother for nearly seven minutes before she has to cut her off. She needs to tell her.

"Ma! Listen, I need you to keep an eye on Maura for me. Please, listen you have to make sure she's okay. They won't let me tell her and she is going to take this so hard. Promise me, promise me you will look after her. You keep saying how she is like your daughter and she is going to need you. I don't know how long it will take for them to wrap everything up. It's a little harder now because of them finding out a cop was undercover. Promise me, Ma. Thank you. Look I have to go. I love you and I will call you the second they say I am free."

Jane hangs up the phone with her mother and lays back against another crappy twin mattress. Cavanaugh did do Jane one solid and that was let her take her phone. He was going to give her just a burner phone but she wasn't having it. She told her there was a message she hadn't been able to listen too yet. After she agreed to listen to the message she had to take the SIM card out and turn the phone off until she was given the all clear. She turned the phone back on and checks her message.

"Jane, it's Maura. I'm so sorry it took me so long to as you like to say get my head out of my ass. I miss you too and I cannot wait for you to come home. Anything you want to talk to me about, you don't need to. This is on me, I was a total jerk. I am glad you are safe. At least I think you are safe. I haven't heard from you in a few days and neither has Angela, so I am a little worried. I want my best friend back. I miss you Jane. I love you. Talk to you soon."

The message ends and Jane quickly grabs her laptop and saves all her data on the hard drive. At this point she is in tears, Maura's message was everything she wanted it to be. But her heart is breaking knowing what Maura is about to go through. She throws the phone against the wall and fall back against the mattress cursing herself for all she is worth for not making them tell Maura what was going on.


7 weeks later

Jane is sitting in a small diner a block away from her motel. For being a small town they were totally up to date on technology. There was WiFi everywhere. She had just finished a salad and was stalking her family and friends Facebook pages. She is so desperate to try and find out any information she could about Maura. I must truly love that gorgeous woman because I just ate a salad because I miss her so much. Nothing, she has not been able to see anything on Maura since the day of her feux funeral. And the honey blonde woman did not look good and it tore Jane apart knowing she caused that. But since then nothing. Not a mention, not a picture, hell not even half a picture. And Jane's burner phone finally rings.

"Ri..ght?" Jane answers and cringes when she almost uses her surname. "That fantastic, Sir. When can I go home?" She drops some bills on the counter and grabs her things and bolts out of the diner.

"Okay. So if I make it to the airport in an hour I can get on the next flight back? Great, thank you. I will see you in a few days. I want to go home and speak with my family first." Jane can't stop smiling she was finally going home.

The detective jammed her suitcase full of everything she could find that was hers in the room before running out to the airport. While waiting in the terminal she called her mother and let her know she was coming home. She asked her not to tell Maura, that she wanted to tell her in person. The doctor has been through so much and her mother told her Maura had a really rough night. Jane told her mother to make sure Maura was okay and she would be there as soon as she could.

Jane sits in the backseat of the cab bobbing her leg. She has checked her watch a hundred times since she climbed in it's just before three in the morning. Her nerves kick in the second the cab turns down Maura's street. The detective knows it's late but she cannot wait another second to tell Maura she is okay. Her mother's words keep ringing in her head, how hard Maura took the news and how she is slipping away right before their very eyes.

The cab pulls in the driveway and Jane gets out and pays the man. She stands out front looking up at Maura's bedroom window. The lights are out but Jane knows the doctor is a light sleeper and probably woke up when the cab pulled in the driveway. Gathering her nerve Jane walks to the door and knocks. About a minute later the porch light turned on and the door slowly opened. Jane's heart broke when she saw the doctor standing before her. Maura was in Jane's Red Sox jersey but her cheeks had sunken in and her legs looked so thin. She looked so fragile, so broken.

"Jane?" Maura was barely audible. Her nostrils flare and she reaches back and punches the raven haired detective square in the nose.