A/N: Okay, so I'm so stressed out right now. But Gorilla tape is the freaking best duct tape of all time. It's strong and weatherproof. Seriously. I had to hold a roll while my brother cut it, it was so hard to get off! The song I picked for this chapter, I can just picture playing in the background during a moment or something...

RaiN: Sometimes for me, too! Izzy was a CSI, it's only natural that she knows how to do a reconstruction lol. I think Izzy's focus was on Jane, not on Frankie. I wish I had written that, though. I think it would have been the equivalent of 'O.O'. I wanted to kiss him when I wrote that! I was like '8DDD YOU LOVE HER'. I'm so glad you enjoy this, because words cannot describe how much I love writing it! It could be a completely suckish day, but if I write a part of this story (or a oneshot *wink wink*), I get so relaxed.

I almost said "I need you"

Girl, I shouldn't go there anymore

I act like I've never been in love before

You'd probably think it's my first time

Is this what love is all about?

Am I getting in too deep?

Wouldn't wanna freak you out

Make a promise I can't keep

So close your eyes and hum along

And I'll sing you one more love song

If everything is still alright

Why don't you just crash here tonight?

Toby Keith — Crash Here Tonight

Isabella slammed her head onto her desk, pressing her jacket over her face to muffle her scream. As punishment for her little comment to Sheila, she had to work as a Vice detective for two weeks. So far, her 'boss' made her life miserable.

"Korsak, you like me, right?" she asked once she lifted her head. The older man chuckled, turning to face her.

"Trick question, right, Zuko?" he teased. "But yeah, you're an alright person, even if you can be a bit difficult sometimes."

"Then take my gun and shoot me with it," she begged. "Or hold my jacket over my face until I stop twitching."

"Archer's driving you nuts?" he asked kindly. She nodded vigorously, slamming her head onto her desk repeatedly.

"She's driving me up a fucking wall! I haven't slept in four days!" she complained. "I'm about to crash and burn!" She could have sworn she had seen Chachi running around the bullpen about four times that day.

"Did you know that going seventeen hours without sleep will raise your blood-alcohol level to about zero point seven?" Maura asked from her perch near Frost's desk. Isabella raised her head to glare at her.

"Then I must be fucking wasted right about now," she snapped. "Sleep is my friend, nobody can be around me when I haven't slept." She knew dark circles had long since marred her fair complexion. She looked like complete shit. And the way she was feeling wasn't much better.

"Not like you're much better when you've had a full night's sleep," Jane teased. Isabella's eyes narrowed into tiny slits at her, trying to calm her rising temper.

"If you want to piss me off, Jane, it's working," she informed her. Jane had very reluctantly agreed to keep the relationship a secret, and Isabella was forever in her debt. "If I had no self-control, you would be on the floor and handcuffed to your desk."

"Wow, beauty sleep really is your friend, isn't it?" Jane remarked. Isabella rolled her eyes and stood up. Gravity seemed to be working against her as the carpet whooshed to meet her face. "In more ways than one."

The fatigue nearly overwhelmed her as she struggled back to her feet. Maura helped by gripping the smaller woman's arms and helping her to her feet.

"Okay, go into the cafe and lay down on the couch now," Korsak ordered her. "Archer's your temporary boss, but I'm your superior. She's burning you out and you need to sleep."

"This is gonna sound like a silly question, but can someone help me out there? I can't even walk," Isabella requested in a small voice. Maura looped the other woman's arm around her shoulders, helping her stand.

"I know what to look for. Isabella's physically exhausted, I'm honestly surprised she's made it this long," she explained. Isabella's eyelids felt like cement and Gorilla duct tape were trying to meet and close up as she dragged her body out of the bullpen. Her entire body sagged under the pressure of motor skills as her mind begged for the sweet release of sleep.

"Here, can I get some help?" Maura asked. "Her body's starting to shut down, she's about to crash." The sound of Frost's voice agreeing he'd take her was the last sound Isabella heard before her mind finally shut down.

Frankie had never seen Isabella so vulnerable as he saw Frost and Maura take her down to the cafe.

"She's been up for four days straight," the other detective said. "Archer ran her till she short-circuited." Frankie shook his head at it. Isabella was usually so full of energy, but seeing her like this had struck him hard.

"Poor woman," he muttered as he lifted her onto the couch. Her dark hair spilled over her face and he tossed the faded green blanket over her petite form. The only thing that concerned him besides her physically and mentally exhausted state was the fact she threatened people while asleep. Then laugh maniacally.

"I'm gonna punch a hole in your head," she mumbled. Frost raised an eyebrow in amusement as he watched her.

"Is she talking in her sleep?" he asked in a low voice. Angela came out of the kitchen, her eyes glazed with concern.

"I told that slave-driver that Isabella needed to sleep," she said, hanging up her apron. "Poor thing, she must be exhausted."

"Four consecutive days awake, I'm surprised she hasn't dropped sooner," Frost commented. "But damn, when she wasn't biting people's heads off, she was a real riot."

"She laughed at Korsak's jokes. That's how we knew she was in some serious trouble," he added. Frankie had been fixing things around his home and with his father for the past few days, he should have known Sheila Archer would drive Isabella into the ground.

"Isabella should remain asleep for a while. Wake her up in about six hours to make sure she gets home," Maura said, looking at the clock. The sound of another laugh from Isabella chilled Frankie to the bone, he wasn't going to lie. "Delirium does that to people, it's her body's way of relaxing and shutting down."

"Scary as hell," Frost commented. "I'm half-expecting her to rise up with a steak knife and say 'Here's Johnny!'"

"Hell, if she rises up while sleeping, I'm going into full zombie-attack mode," Frankie joked. He shook his head at his girlfriend before walking towards the elevators.

There would be some choice words swapped between him and Sheila Archer.

The first thing Isabella felt through the thick, black haze of sleep was someone shaking her shoulder to wake her up.

"What?" she snapped as her head rose. Her eyelids separated, the blurry figure of Frankie Rizzoli becoming clearer and clearer. "C'mon, I just wanna sleep."

"I know, that's why I'm driving you home," his voice cut through her mind and she moved sluggishly to her feet. He held her hands and helped her up.

"I'm tired," she complained. In an instant, the ground disappeared from underneath her.

"I know you are, that's why I'm taking you to my house so you can sleep," he informed her. Her head swung upwards to meet his eyes, but the stinging ache in her eyes made it impossible. Instead, she settled for nestling closer to the source of heat that kept her safe and warm from the outside world.

"Thanks," she mumbled. Once again, she had drifted off and hadn't known it until she felt herself being moved.

"Can you walk? My neighbors might get the wrong idea if they see me carrying you in," he said. She nodded mutely before staggering after him. Snow had fallen the night before and crunched under her boots as she made her way down the sidewalk. Cold stung her cheeks, causing her to shiver through her thin leather jacket. "Hell, if you're up to waking up sometime tomorrow, you might get to see Cavanaugh rip Archer a new one for running you like this."

If she were anymore awake, she would have chuckled. But because she was only partially awake, she cracked a faint, tired smile. It was times like this that she thanked God Frankie was more than just her partner. She could get used to being taken care of.

She felt something hit her in the chest and she looked down to see a T-shirt in her hands.

"Jane's gonna do a clothing run for you in the morning, I figured you'd want something else to wear besides what you've been wearing the past four days," he explained. Isabella nodded and fumbled with the zipper on her jacket. She heard him sigh exasperatedly as he helped her remove the clothing. There was nothing sexual in his motives, she needed his help. When the baggy, worn blue T-shirt was pulled over her head, she frowned at the worn Red Sox logo.

"Sorry, I'm fresh outta New York sports team tees," he told her, lifting her onto his bed and pulling the covers over her.

"What's next, a bedtime story?" she joked sleepily. She felt his lips on her hair before he shut off the lamp. "G'night."

"G'night, Blue Eyes."

Frankie Rizzoli Jr was in trouble. There were so many things he hadn't expected to happen to him once he had graduated from the police academy. Like becoming a detective.

Or being partners with a very attractive woman.

Or growing attracted to said attractive woman.

Even worse...

He hadn't expected to fall in love with her. Watching those sleep-glazed blue orbs on his and her exhausted fingers trying to undress herself had hit him like a ton of bricks. He wanted to see that every night. It was one of those things he could easily see.

Isabella was a complex woman, through and through. One minute, she could be serious and down to earth, but the next, she would laugh hysterically for hours at seeing a cloud shaped like a toilet. One minute, she could be pissed off and want to rip someone's head off, the next she would be the bubbliest person anyone could ever meet. Feeling this way scared him. He had never felt like this with anyone in his life. The feelings he thought he had had for Theresa were puppy love. She had strung him along until he thought he couldn't deal. Lola had turned out to be an accomplice to Charles Hoyt, a psychotic serial killer hellbent on killing Jane.

When it came to love and relationships, Frankie wasn't the luckiest guy in the world. But the day he had seen little lost Isabella in the bullpen, he knew his luck was about to change for the better.