Maura POV (Yesterday)

"Maura!" my father's voice yelled into the empty building I was working in.

"Yes athair?" I answered back as I finished what I was working on.

He walked into the office that was hidden off to the side. If you ran into him on the street he would look like any normal day person. Which is good because that is what we want. I like the better things in life when it comes to my dresses, but I don't think Jane minds. Once my mind stops thinking about Jane I look at my father. He looks… troubled.

"What's wrong athair?" I ask softly watching him.

"It's Colin… he was murdered." He tells me looking me straight in the eye.

I'm shocked. My father loved Colin more so of course this is affecting him dearly, but I can't seem to feel. I'm numb. Colin, the person that showed me how to hotwire my first stolen car, is gone. No one, not even Uncle Bran thought Colin would be the first of us to die. He always thought that it would Carlin… my cousin. I should feel… sad, depressed, alone, but I don't know… it's like someone just took away my way to feel. I need to feel again… I need Jane.

"I need to take care of a few things so I need you to run this down to the docks." He tells me then he throws a key at me, "Come straight back. I don't want you to go to her tonight."

Now normally I don't talk back to my father, but he crossed a line. I know he doesn't like that I am dating a female and a cop at that, but he doesn't need to degrade her like that. He could say her name or lover or something like that. I love him, but he doesn't have the right to pick who I love.

"And why not? I'm careful." I asked defensively.

"So was Colin, but he had a routine Maura! Your just too blind to notice that she is what is going to get you killed! I've lost on child today, I will not lose another!" he yelled walking over to me.

"If that's true than what is stopping whoever killed Colin from killing Jane?" I screamed back at him, angered and worried.

"Maura Marie Doyle!" he growled grabbing my arm roughly, "You will listen!"

I stared at his hand and said something that I knew was going to wound him, "This is why my mother left… isn't it?"

I looked back up into his eyes and he looked more hurt than before letting go of my arm. I held onto the key and stared at him a little longer to make sure he got the message. We are a very family based family, but it seems that it was dividing before I was born or started dating Jane. He knew what it felt like for someone to call into question his love now, so he knows how I felt when he told me I was not to see Jane.

"Not again." I whispered before walking past him. I paused at the door and yelled back for leaving, "And my last name is Isles!"

*Down at the docks*

I looked around before getting out of the car. Going to back I pulled out a box and carried it to one of the containers we owned. I didn't know what was in the box, but I knew it couldn't be good if my father wanted it down here as soon as he could get it down here. I opened the door with my foot and put it down on top of one of the wooden containers. I gave everything an once over then left.

"Maura." Someone called and I turned around to be met with a piece of metal of the back of my head.

I woke up cold and light headed. I blinked a few times and tried to place where I was, before I could do that though someone walked into the room. I heard what sounded like boats hitting concert and I figured I was in an abandon building. I heard a second pair of shoes and I bowed my head trying to focus on what they were saying.

"You were lucky. I would have thought her father would have kept a closer eye on her." Man number one said with a slight accent.

"I'm surprised as well. He should keep his children on a shorter leash." Man number two said with a different accent and a voice that I couldn't place, I knew it though.

"Are you going to stay?" Man number one asked and this time I could tell it was Russian.

"No. I must get going." Man number two told him and I still couldn't remember it was. Too many people I know.

I heard feet shuffle and a door close before Man number one walked up to me. I tried to look at him, but my vision was too blurred to make out simple shapes. I groaned and threw my head back. I heard him laugh quietly and I managed to mumble a growl. I knew I wasn't in any shape for a fight, but it was my fight or flight kicking in. I never ran unless I had to.

"Looks like the queer is awake." He laughed a little loader.

"Wh-what do-do you want?" I stuttered.

"I want to take your family down a few notches. The name Doyle has scared the mob world for too long. My father was too much of a chicken to do anything about it, but I am not. I killed people that had screwed my family over and left near your happy little memorial. Two birds with one stone you could say. Or an ice pick in your brother's case. I don't plan on killing you though… I need you to pass on a message for me. To you and your father." He told me.

I let out another groan and I felt something slice across my stomach. I growled and clenched my teeth. He continued to randomly cut and I tried to keep from calling out. I suddenly felt the blade of what he was cutting me with against my thigh. It felt as if he was going to cut my dress, but he chuckled at my whimper.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't dare touch the unrighteous." He told me with a thick voice, "Even if you are hot."

"Unrighteous?" I squeaked.

"The unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God. So do not be deceived; neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor homosexuals." I could feel his glare. "Nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards." He paused again. "Nor revilers, nor swindlers, shall inherit the realm of God." He said I knew from the way he paused that it wasn't the way he would normally say the bible passage.

"Corinthians." I mumbled an answer.

"Look at that… the queer has a memory." He seemed amused by the idea.

I didn't say anything; the feeling of my head being heavy was over bearing. I dropped my eyes to the floor and shivered, it seemed I last more blood that I had thought. He huffs and grabs my hair holding me up and glares into my eyes. I stare straight back at him, not wanting to back down. I could tell that he was still pissed at me, but I noticed that they hadn't tied the ropes tight and my hands could slip out easily.

In a sudden movement I slip my hands out of the homemade handcuffs and punched him, then got out of the chair and ran to the door. I could hear him cursing worse than Jane in pain, but I knew I had to get the door open and out into the street. Once on the street I noticed that I wasn't too far from Jane's apartment, but he had caught up with me. I had heard the shot before I felt it in my shoulder.

I fell to the ground in an instant and I heard police in the distanace. Whoever the man was I noticed he didn't want to stick around for the cops and took off. I slowly got up and made my away to Jane's apartment. It was struggle and by the time I made it to her door I had fell and went for hitting her door once with my fist. I didn't hear anything so I hit it again, my head starting to make me feel dizzy and unable to think complete thoughts.

One second Jane opens her door and then I black out. Then she is asking me if she can take off my shirt and I nod without much thought and black out. I feel a burning coming from the gun shot and dig my nails into the closest thing and I hear Jane hiss. I wake up again to Jane hang up on a phone and kiss me on the forehead telling me to 'just hold on'.


A/N:: hmmmm... grammer... sorry.. aways... I only own plot and OCs... Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles belong to their respected author and TNT owns the tv show well seeing season 2 comes on today (12:20 am) I figured i would finish this and put it up here... penny for your thoughts? O.o... (i don't have cash nor do i make cash from this xD)