Great. Could this day have turned out any worse? Her best friend hadn't talked to her in a month, her weekend off had been cut short because some dude had jumped off a building or whatever (since when was work 'whatever' to her, anyways?), and to top it all off, some greenhorn even younger than Frankie had shown up to replace someone who couldn't possibly be replaced. Either her face was giving her away or Korsak really could read other people's minds:

"Jane, Frankie. I know this must be big news and you might think it's too early to add another detective to our team, but we need all the help we can get. Nina is doing a great job, of course, but there's gotta be someone in the field with us; with you. You need a partner, Jane."

She? In need of a partner? Pah, the only thing she truly needed was her best friend back. What good would a partner in the field do if she couldn't discuss the tricky details of the case, any case really, with Maura? She could, however, almost feel her mother slapping her on the back of her head, so she remembered her manners, forced herself to smile and offered her hand to the newcomer:

"Hallo Detective Lewis. It's very nice to meet you, I'm Jane Rizzoli. I am sorry for how I reacted; it's just… my – our – partner died only a few months ago and his desk became somewhat of a, I don't know, shrine or something. We'll be okay, just let me…" Jane carefully took Frost's action figure and held it in her hands like a hot potato. Even touching it, changing its location felt wrong to her but taking it out on that new detective would be just as wrong. She carefully placed the action figure next to her computer screen. Vince nodded encouragingly and pinned a photo of the victim on their usual whiteboard:

"Okay, Lewis, I guess the best way to settle in is not to settle in but get dropped right into a case, huh? This is the very unfortunate Gregory Johnson, well-known CEO of a local security company: Shield. They do personal security. Mostly famous people and those who think they are famous enough to have a bodyguard, anyways. But they are also on the government's payroll, so that might be something to look into. As of now, anyways, the death is still only classified as suspicious. Johnson supposedly died because he fell, jumped or was pushed from somewhere in his company's building. We are currently waiting for the results of the autopsy. Speaking of which. Ja— Frankie, could you go see if Maura has found anything yet?"

Not being able to ignore Korsak's slip of the tongue, Jane sighed and sat at her desk, apparently busy shuffling through some papers. Yes, until about a month ago, it would have been her job – and pleasure – to visit Maura downstairs to try to figure out their next steps in this or that murder investigation. Now she even missed the bodies, the organs on cold silver scales, the variety of smells that Jane couldn't and didn't want to analyze in detail; she missed the professional Maura and the private Maura. Her Maura.

"Uh, sure. Detective Lewis, would you like to accompany me? That way I can introduce you to Dr. Maura Isles, our chief medical examiner and genius in all things… well, everything basically", Frankie explained and gestured towards the elevators. Lewis got up from Frost's, that is, her desk and gave Jane a quick smile before following the younger Rizzoli.

"Jane, I am so sorry. I guess I am still not used to the Rizzoli without the Isles. It's like eating a doughnut without icing", Korsak said, trying to make her laugh.

A weak smile was all he got; not bad for a start: "I wonder what Kiki would say to your choice of unhealthy food metaphors, Vince…" Jane looked out of the window next to her desk, trying to come up with the courage to ask what she had wanted to ask ever since he had called her into work on a Saturday afternoon.

"Have you, you know, talked to Maura or anything?", Jane finally rather mumbled than asked, trying hard not to appear too eager for Korsak's answer.

"Jane, I'm really sorry you two are in this situation. But no, I haven't talked to Maura; quite frankly, I believe that this issue is between her and you and you should be the one to talk to her. You were so close, this friendship couldn't possibly just have ended like this. I am sure you can work it out.", he answered truthfully – not what Jane had wanted to hear at all.

"I just…. I mean, I tried and she wouldn't talk to me at all. And by this point, I am really fucking scared by what the reason might be. I am not sure I wanna hear it any more. What if it's… final? Irreversible?", Jane had tried to fight the bad feeling that their friendship was over until now but was suddenly too tired to remain hopeful. There was no sense in trying to talk to Maura again, even though everybody seemed to suggest exactly this as her next logical move.

Before Korsak could answer and further elaborate on why she definitely had to talk to her former best friend, Frankie and their new colleague returned from their little journey to the land of the dead – and Maura.

"Maura is still busy with the autopsy and won't have any conclusive results until she hears from the lab by hopefully Monday morning. But she could already tell us she found skin tissue under the dead guy's fingernails and also light bruising on his arms and wrists. That makes the dead guy officially a victim, and the suspicious death a homicide", Frankie explained and pinned photos of the victim's forearms next to his DMV picture and the crime scene photos taken earlier.

"Skin tissue means DNA, so maybe we'll luck out with one of our databases", Jane said while sounding rather unconvinced. When was murder in Boston ever that simple? When was her life ever simple, for that matter? Her train of thoughts was interrupted by Nina who walked in, still staring at the screen of her tablet.

"Oh, Hi!", she exclaimed when she finally looked up, surprised by the new face next to Frankie, "I'm Nina. Nina Holiday. I'm the technical analyst around here and I am good at my job, despite what my name might suggest in the laziness department…", she laughed and offered the newcomer her hand.

"Judith Lewis. I'm the new detective around here and my name suggests absolutely nothing", Lewis grinned as she shook her hand, and looked from Nina to her colleagues before turning to the whiteboard next to them, "it's good to be here and catch bad guys."

"So! I finally managed to get ahold of the victim's wife. She said she was at a fundraiser in Washington DC and didn't hear her phone until just now. She was very upset and is on the way back to Boston as we speak. That means she won't be able to come in until tomorrow morning. I just emailed all of you her contact information if you want to confirm tomorrow's meeting with her." Nina tapped her tablet lightly and nodded towards their computer screens.

"Thanks Nina, you're really fast", Korsak said appreciatively and turned to his fellow detectives, "looks like there is nothing much we can do tonight. Get home, get some rest. Maybe catch a good movie and have a cold beer. Tomorrow morning we'll talk to the victim's wife and try to shed some light on why he had to die."

Jane sighed and stared at her useless cell phone. What was even the point of these things if nobody ever called? Nobody obviously being Maura, of course. A free-ish Saturday night and nobody to spend it with. Until a month ago she would have bought a couple of beers for herself and a bottle of fine wine for Maura (though what was considered fine in the wine business was quite different for Maura) before heading over to her place for dinner and a movie.

"Uh, see you in the morning then, Detective Rizzoli?", Lewis had put on her jacket and waved rather awkwardly at Jane.

"You're new in town, right?", Jane said, looking up from her phone. "Wanna have a beer at the borderline hipster bar-slash-restaurant where I'd never set a foot in hadn't it already been my favorite place before turning all organic-vegan-beards-and-jute bags?" Rizzoli truly knew how to make an invitation too compelling to decline. That new detective wasn't Maura at all, but a beer was a beer. Besides, she felt bad for Lewis. Being new in Boston and not knowing a soul had to be hard.

"That sounds… nice. Sure, why not!", Judith laughed and waited for her colleague to lead the way to that ominous bar-slash-restaurant.