AN: Hello again. This chapter might answer a few questions but its more likely to leave a lot of questions unanswered, while still adding more. (I hope that sentence made sense.) In any case, this story will not be updated until next week. All the best, and Allons-y.

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Swing Life Away - Rise Against

"Whatever you need I can get it."

Hours later, Jane Rizzoli strode back into the precinct with a determined frown set on her face. Hearing her boots on the linoleum, nearby cops scattered like ants. Nothing was more terrifying than an armed, pissed Jane Rizzoli.

"Frost, what do we have," Jane yelled walking swiftly into the bullpen. When the man didn't immediately respond, she whipped around, fury in her glare. "Frost I asked you a question."

"Jane, we don't have anything," Korsak intervened, saving the younger detective from the Italian's wrath.

"Vince. We have half of the precinct working on this, how can we have nothing?" Jane growled at her former partner. The sadness she felt was quickly dissolving into a blind rage. Seeing the guilty look on her partner's face, Jane felt an overwhelming sense of dread. "Frost, Vince, what aren't you two telling me?" At their further silence, Jane looked at the hopelessness reflect on both men. A wave of realization rushed over her. "Who's doing the autopsy?"

"Pike," Frost answered through gritted teeth.

Jane held onto her desk for support. On top of her entire world crashing around her, now Dr. Pike was doing Maura's autopsy. "Absolutely not. I could do it better than him. Find someone else."

"Its not up to us, Rizzoli," Cavanaugh said from the doorway. "It's the Governor's decision."

"Then get him on the phone and ask him nicely to pick someone capable of doing an autopsy," Jane snapped. "What about that doctor with the cowboy hat from Doctor Isles Bullet and Blast Seminar. Doctor… Doctor Higgins. Ask about him."

"Rizzoli, it has to be Pike. The Governor decided," Cavanaugh sighed.

"Then I'll talk to the governor," Jane growled. She grabbed her jacket from her desk and left the precinct. "Maybe he can get something done."

"Riz…"

"Let her go Sean," Korsak said, not looking up from his file.

"Vince, I can't just let her go put a gun to the head of our governor and threaten to blow his brains out just so he'll change the medical examiner."

Staring at Cavanaugh over the rim of his glasses, Korsak sighed. "Then fix it Sean, call in a favor with the governor. Jane is in a difficult place right now. You should know the place she's in quite well."

Cavanaugh narrowed his glare. "That was low Vince."

Putting down his case file, Korsak slammed his hands on the desk. "Dammit Sean, so was sitting by and letting the governor assign Pike to this case. This one's to important to have that pompous idiot mess it up."

"Fine. For the Doc," Cavanaugh conceded. "But call Jane off before she shoots someone."

"Will do Sean," Korsak said. "Thank you."


"Is she armed?"

"Doctor Isles wouldn't need a weapon to kill you, if you upset her that much, she'd probably dissect you."

The mention of her name shook Maura into awareness. While she could hear, she was well aware of her disoriented state. Gathering her bearings, her movements drew the attention of the marshals she was with.

"Doctor Isles, you're awake."

"Yes I am, however in reference to previous statement, I would not dissect you without the proper equipment, nor would I wish to. Now what happened?"

The marshals looked warily at each other before the younger one turned to Maura. "Your car has been, well, blown up. BPD is on it, but the marshal driving it is now deceased."

Maura noticed the older marshal stiffen at that fact, then retreat under the mask of his professionalism. "Marshal…?"

The young marshal smiled at the doctor, "Marshal Alexi Glasgow, and the sour puss over there is Marshal Jonathon Williams. Don't worry, he's like that with everyone."

"I'm still here," the elder marshal stated with contempt. "I'll go check the perimeter."

Without confirmation, Marshal Williams stormed out of the room. Marshal Glasgow smiled warmly at Maura. "He'll warm up to you eventually, it's just that the marshal who died was his a friend of his. He's a bit shook up."

Maura had remained silent until that point. With a haunted look on her face she turned to the marshal. "Marshal Glasgow, when you say BPD is working the case, do you happen to know which team?"

The marshal sat up for a moment. That was the first time she had gotten that as a first question. "BPD Homicide, I got an email with the lead detective's name, hold on." Alexi pulled her phone from her belt holster. "Here it is, Detective Jane Rizzoli."

The color drained from Maura's face. Gripping the armrest of her chair, the medical examiner began hyperventilating. "She… She thinks I'm dead."

"Maura," Alexi said, rushing to her side. "Maura, its okay. Are you friends with her?"

A sorrow filled sadness swept over the medical examiner's features. "Yes. She's my best friend."

"Then don't worry, she'll forgive you for this," Alexi stated, trying to calm the distraught medical examiner. "Detective Rizzoli will be fine."

Mumbling under her breath, Maura let a few tears escape. "Of course Detective Rizzoli will be fine. She'll be extraordinary."

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Maura inhaled a shaky breath. Without another word, she stood and walked out of the room into the bedroom of the motel she was in. For once, not caring about the state of her clothes, Maura curled up on the bed falling into a deep fitful slumber.