Hey all, again thank you for the reviews. I love reading everyone's thoughts on my writing. It also motivates me. So here is another chapter, it's kinda short. So I have a quick question. Would you prefer smaller chapters with more frequent updates, or longer chapters with fewer updates? I feel like these chapters are shorter compared to my other story. Let me know your thoughts, I'm all about you guys, coz you rock. Anyways enjoy.

Kasey dropped to the ground, protecting himself. He ran around the car and opened the back door. He practically dragged Maura and Jane out of the car.

"Abby," Jane said as Kasey pulled her out of the car.

Maura grabbed on to Jane's hand as they ran to the other side of the road.

"We have to help her," Jane said looking at the car on fire.

"She's gone," Kasey informed her.

Now on the sidewalk Maura finally spoke, "Jane you ok?" She started assessing her love for injuries

Jane nodded in response.

"You got her?" Kasey asked, seeing his old love was in shock.

"I got her."

Maura helped Jane to sit on the sidewalk as Kasey yelled who was in the car. The lieutenant demanded for Jane to leave, calling her brother to take her home. He informed Maura she was going to have to stay.

"No, I'm staying. I can help."

"No, we don't know if you're a target too. Go home, we'll talk about this tomorrow," The lieutenant ordered.

"But…"

"NO!" He yelled. He turned his attention back to the scene behind him.

"Jane it's ok. I'll fill you in when I get home," Maura said giving Jane a reassuring kiss.

Jane finally nodded her head in agreement. She made her way to her brother letting him take her home.

Once home Jane was pacing around the living room. She couldn't just sit around. She was clear for work, months ago. Granted her side had been hurting again lately, for reasons unknown to Jane. What she did know was that the explosion didn't help. Then she heard the eerie ringtone of her phone go off.

"Rizzoli," Jane said into her phone not even listening to the ringtone.

"Oh Janie, you're alright. I just saw on the news what happened," Angela Rizzoli's voice said on the other end.

"Thanks Ma."

"Any idea who would do such a thing?"

"I don't know. But I will get the son of a bitch."

"You always do Janie, You always do."

Jane hung up the phone with a smile on her face. It was nice being on speaking terms with her mother again. Although part of her was wondering how long it was going to last. Jane decided to change into her usual outfit and head to the station. At the desk a dark skinned man Jane never met before was working the desk. Jane was just thankful it wasn't John.

"Detective Rizzoli," the officer said with enthusiasm.

"You must be new," Jane said shaking his hand.

"I'm-I'm" he stuttered.

"Officer Reynolds," Jane said reading his badge.

"Yea, it's a pleasure to meet you, really," he said.

Jane nodded her head and started to walk past him.

"I can't let you in without a badge, sorry," Officer Reynolds said Jane stopping her.

Jane moved right side of her blazer, revealing her badge on her hip.

"Thanks," he said looking at it. "I'm sure you know security has been really tight since…"

"Since me… Yea I know. At least you were nicer than John."

Officer Reynolds blushed at the comment.

"What are you doing here?" Maura asked coming through the door.

"I'm trying to figure out who killed Abby Sherman," Jane replied.

"I thought you were waiting for me at home?" Maura said linking her arm with Jane's.

"Did you really think I could sit around and do nothing? She survived two tours overseas to just be blown up at home. I'll be surrounded by officers, I don't think I'm a target too," Jane said walking to the elevator she pushed the down button to go to the morgue.

"Ok, but do you think you can handle it? I know you've been hurting lately," Maura replied.

"I'll be fine; it's not that much different from when my hands hurt."

"Ok," Maura said gently pulling Jane to the elevator that opened.

They turned around and Jane pushed the button to go down. As the door closed Jane yelled out, "Nice meeting."

"That was nice," Maura said when the doors closed.

"What?"

"You were nice to the door officer."

"Yea, well he was nice to me. And he seemed to admire me. It was kinda cute how he stuttered when he was shaking my hand. I've never had fans," Jane laughed.

"Careful, don't let this go to your head. You might not make it through the doors."

"Funny" Jane said sarcastically.

They made their way to the morgue. Maura put on her lab coat and Jane looked around the dreary area. "Why does it look so different in here? I was here just the other day," Jane said twirling her hair.

Maura rolled her eyes. "It's been like this for a while Rip Van Wrinkle. It's just whenever you come in here you have blinders on. All you see and care about is the body, and finding that person's killer. You have time to kill before Abby's remains arrive."

Jane nodded in response.

"Wait until you see my office, the decorator just finished," Maura added.

"Wait you had your office done too? God it's like I haven't been here but I have," Jane said more frustrated.

Maura walked over to Jane placing her hands on her biceps. "Like I said you have blinders. When you focus on a case that is the only thing you see."

"Yea but there were times I came down here just to see you," Jane said placing her hands on Maura's hips.

The doctor smiled shyly. "Blinders," Maura whispered again. She started to lean up to capture Jane's lips when bay doors opened, and two men brought in the burnt body of Abby Sherman.

Maura let go of Jane and made her way over to them, signing the paper for her body. "You sure you want to be here? She was very badly burned," Maura said not looking up.

Jane looked at the bag and made the noise, "Uh-hmm."

"Those her dog tags?" Jane asked taking the evidence bag from Maura's hand.

Jane placed the tags on the table, and Maura moves to the head and started unzipping the bag. Jane is watching while biting her lip. She has a flashback of Frankie being on the table. The memory of her nurse Angela beaten beyond recognition makes an appearance in her mind. Then she thinks of the conversation her and Abby had at their celebration dinner.

"Mmm, I can't, I can't," Jane says throwing up her hands and walking into Maura's office.

Maura follows her girlfriend finding her doubled over in pain. She is muttering words of encouragement to herself. Maura rubs her back and tells Jane to, "Take a deep breath."

"I can't it hurts too much," Jane says holding her side.

"I don't understand why you're hurting again. You're completely healed. You've been back to work for a few months now. I think this is more psychological, but why now?"

"I don't know, all I know is it started hurting again around the time we had airplane man," Jane replied walking to the red chair. "Ow, this hurts too. How uncomfortable is this?"

"How can you say that?" Maura asked from her desk.

"I just did," Jane replied sarcastically.

Maura rolled her eyes, "Who is airplane man?"

"That's just it he has no name. He's the one we found on the streets of south Boston. You concluded that he was a stowaway trying to escape to come to America."

"You're frustrated because you can't give him a name. You can't tell his family what happened, to give them peace of mind," Maura concluded.

"Yes," Jane said laying her head back on the chair, "And now Abby. Why does it feel like the people that are around me keep getting hurt?"

"It's pure coincidence. It also just so happens, that the people that tend to be around you are in a dangerous field."

"You're a medical examiner. That's not dangerous, and Angela is a nurse, not a dangerous profession either."

"Actually they both can be. I've had family members get angry with me if they don't like the analysis of the cause of death. And in nursing they get all sorts of patients, and they can't deny care. This means they will have to care for, criminals, or patients that are confused. Alzheimer's patients can get pretty violent when they are in an environment they don't recognize," Maura lectured.

"Ok Dr. Isles you made your point. I just want to stop hurting," Jane said annoyed.

Maura started walking away from her desk to where Jane was sitting. "I keep saying it's psychological. There is one way to help, it'll also boost your immune system," Maura said sitting on coffee table.

Jane smiled; she knew what Maura was propositioning her. They were supposed to have some fun with Jane's uniform and handcuffs when they got home. Jane looked over Maura's shoulder to the window showing the morgue. She couldn't think of having sex, when Abby was burnt to a crisp in the other room.

"I'm sorry Maura," Jane said leaning forward. "I can't fight colds, when Abby is in the other room. She'll never get to enjoy the happiness we have ever again."

Maura leaned forward capturing Jane's lips. "This is why I love you. You have the biggest heart."

Jane smiled. "And you have the biggest brain. Together we make the scarecrow and the tin man."