Author Note: I felt inspired to write a story about Jane and Maura in the early days of their careers. It is an AU, so Maura may not be entirely in character with the Doctor Isles we know and love, though I will attempt to keep her as similar as possible under the circumstances. As far as research goes, I hope to make Police Academy and the life of a rookie cop as accurate as I can, but any 'mistakes' can be considered artistic licensing. This is just a short introductory chapter.
Disclaimer: Rizzoli and Isles is not mine, I just play with the characters and their little world.
She unlatched the safety on her gun, clutching it tightly in one hand, her finger resting confidently on the trigger. Officer Jane Rizzoli stepped into position on the left side of the door, her eyes trained on her superior, and Field Training Officer, on the other side. He nodded briefly, glancing back to their colleagues. Her heart thrummed loudly, the beat of her pulse running through to her ears. She was ready.
"Everybody in position?" Officer Foolhardy whispered into his radio; static buzzed on the line, before three other officers called back affirmatively. "Let's go."
He lifted his leg, throwing it into the middle of the door, forcing it wide open in a moment of surprise for the people inside. Jane followed him through the door; two other officers close behind as they filed into the warehouse.
"Boston PD, down on the ground," Foolhardy shouted, pointing his own gun in the direction of the man and woman in the centre of the empty room.
The woman raised her hands; her dark blonde curls fell across her face as she lowered herself with practiced ease onto the ground. The man, whose blood soaked shirt lay at his feet, struggled to move from his position on a metal chair and onto the floor, a wound visible on his lower abdomen.
"Check the perimeter, he's not here," Foolhardy shouted into his radio as Jane and another cop moved towards the man and woman on the floor.
Officer Buck knelt down beside the injured man, carelessly thrusting his knee into his side, sending the man into a coughing fit. Jane gravitated towards the woman; she placed her knee gently on the small of her back as she slipped her cuffs over the woman's wrists.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she whispered, lowering her mouth to her ear as she pulled her up to her knees by the back of her jacket.
"Not now, Jane," she said, allowing Jane to drag her to her feet.
The drive back to the Boston Police Department headquarters was torture. Jane sat in the back seat of the car beside their prisoner, her eyes subtly trained on the woman through the rear view mirror. Hazel eyes stared back at her, begging her not to ask questions, but she knew she had no choice. She was a rookie. She'd recently graduated from the Police Academy. It was only her promise at the Academy and her actions in the weeks prior, that had led to her being allowed on that specific job. Now she regretted being such a promising cop.
"Got two for you today," Foolhardy said, as they pushed the prisoners towards the booking desk. "Didn't get the main man. Must have fled the scene before we could get anywhere near."
"Who have we got?" Officer Jenkins asked, barely glancing up from his paperwork.
"Tell him your names," Foolhardy said, kneeing the man in his behind. "We'll get a medic to check you over once you're booked in.
"Joe Bloggs," the man said, smirking.
Foolhardy kicked him again, this time in the shin. The man screamed out and fell to the ground.
"Don't lie, we've probably got your fingerprints on file."
"Andrew Smith," he said. Foolhardy dragged him back to his feet and pushed him towards the side of the room, slouching against the wall beside him.
"Now you," he said, nodding at the woman.
"Maura," she said, her eyes on the ground until that moment, when she lifted them to Jane's. "Doyle."
The blood ran cold through her veins. Jane could feel a weight settling in the pit of her stomach. Before she could say anything, Officer Jenkins had opened the gate and Foolhardy was already pushing both prisoners through to the holding cells. Jane stood on the other side, watching as they walked away. She should have followed. Instead, she turned tail and ran for the restrooms, slamming a cubicle door closed before kneeling down on the ground. The contents of her stomach landing in the toilet bowl.