Rizzoli and Isles belong to Tess Gerritsen and TNT. And of course, a special thanks to Janet Tamaro for making them into the lovable characters we can't get enough of.

A quick one-shot that shows how Rizzoli and Isles run into each other for the first time.


-Collision Course-

Three months had passed since I had been attacked by Hoyt. Three long months since I had been allowed to pick up my gun and use my badge.

My head had healed along with my ribs, those injuries were just distant memories now. My hands... well, that was another story. The pain from the twin scars in my palms were a constant reminder of the hell I'd lived through that day. The nightmares were a brutal reminder throughout the night.

Three months and I was still dreaming about that bastard. Finding myself waking up soaked in sweat or sobbing from the terror had become a normal event that I couldn't escape and one that never let me to go back to sleep afterwards.

Hoyt was turning into my own personal bogeyman.

I forced that thought out of my head as I pulled up to the scene and parked behind a gleaming black Mercedes Benz. It was just my luck that while I was being processed back into active duty a call would come in.

I studied the car for a minute before getting out. Not your average vehicle for anyone who would be working a crime scene. It just screamed "rich". I shrugged it off as I climbed out of the car and froze as I watched two medical techs walk down the drive with a body bag towards the waiting medical examiner's van.

"Dammit!" I couldn't help but let it escape my mouth as a hiss.

Not the way I wanted to start my first case after coming back. If it hadn't taken so long at the station I would have gotten here in time to see the scene undisturbed. I tried not to slam the car door in frustration and failed horribly.

I sighed as I started to walk up the drive. Without thinking, I felt my hand go instantly to rest on the gun at my hip and felt a smile forming on my lips at the same time. God, it felt good to be back... even if I did miss the damn body.

I held up my badge for the officer standing at the entrance to the scene and tried not to wince as the pain in my right palm flared up.

"Rizzoli, Homicide victor 8-2-5."

He nodded and wrote down the information on the log before looking up and meeting my eyes. "Welcome back detective."

"Thanks." I smiled at him briefly before ducking underneath the crime scene tape and making my way to the front of the house. I stopped just outside of the open front door to pull on shoe covers. That was the easiest part. I couldn't help but stare at the rubber gloves in disgust.

Suck it up Rizzoli.

I kept my head down and blocked everything else out as I concentrated on pulling on the rubber gloves. After two months of physical therapy I had been warned to be prepared for two things- rubber gloves and the weather. Both were going to cause the scar tissue in my palms to hurt like hell. There was no way around it, so I'd rather be facing one of my biggest obstacles outside... alone.

I wasn't going to show any weakness, not after what I'd been through. No weakness. It became my mantra as I pulled both gloves over my hands and gritted my teeth against the intense pain. I tried to breathe through it as I moved toward the open door.

And found myself practically colliding with someone in the doorway.

"Whoa!" I grabbed onto an arm in front of me and planted the my other against the doorframe to stop from toppling backwards onto my ass. I caught a glimpse of red high heels before my head instinctively snapped up to get my bearings.

I was surprised to find myself face to face with a woman. She had one hand wrapped around the opposite doorframe and the other holding a black medical bag.

"I'm sorry." I let go of her arm and took a step back. "You alright?"

She nodded before smoothing the front of her dress. "Yes, thank you for steadying me. I'm afraid my forward momentum would have taken us both down to the ground had you not counter balanced our combined weight."

Her words threw me off and left me standing there dumbfounded.

She tilted her head slightly to the side and studied me for a moment. Before I could get my mouth to work again a look of recognition lit up in her eyes and she smiled. "Nice to have you back detective Rizzoli. I'll be performing the autopsy at 4pm if you'd like to join us. I believe detective Korsak is still inside."

"Dr. Isles?" At the sound of the voice she looked over my shoulder and raised her hand in acknowledgement.

She smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, if you'll excuse me?" I could only turn and stare as she walked away.

Dr. Isles? That was Dr. Isles?

She walked quickly down the drive, her high heels clicking on the concrete. I watched as she stopped to talk to one of the medical techs that was loading the body into the back of the medical examiner's van.

Really? Who in the hell would wear heels that high to a crime scene? Not to mention a dress that was practically a second skin... how were you supppose to move around a crime scene in that thing!

I huffed out a breath. The woman was suppose to be the new Chief Medical Examiner, not some fashion runway model.

I folded my arms across my chest as my eyes followed Dr. Isles turn and walk toward the black Mercedes Benz I had parked behind. I couldn't help but laugh. Of course that was her car... everything about her screamed "wealthy".

"I see you ran into Dr. Isles." I looked over my shoulder to see Korsak leaning against the doorframe.

"Yeah, literally." Before the words were out of my mouth I had already turned back to watch Dr. Isles fold herself into her ridiculously expensive car.

The bark of laughter made me swing around and plant my hands on my hips. "What?"

"I see she's made quite an impression on you." His smile was a mile wide and you couldn't miss the teasing in his voice.

I rolled my eyes and shoved him backwards playfully. "Oh, shut up! I just didn't expect..." I waved my hand in the direction of the black Mercedes as it drove off. "That."

He laughed as I follow him inside the house. "Just wait until you have a conversation with her."


First, let me say thank you to all of you that reviewed, or added me to your alert or favorite list. It's extremely rewarding to know that there are people out there who enjoy my writing and take a few minute to show it. I don't usually do this but I felt so much appreciation for the first 5 reviews so...

Raiderslight- I'm glad you enjoyed them! Hope the first introduction of Jane and Maura meeting gets the same feeling.

Kj- Lol, thank you... I promise there are many, many chapters yet to come :)

Swampje- Thank you, Maura is my own personal challenge... trying to find the right balance. She's extremely intelligent but that doesn't make her a robot, just a little on the quirky side. Hope this new chapter lived up to your expectations!

Transylvanian- Thanks so much, hope it's still enjoyable for you!

tenaji- No, thank you for your review! It was the first :) I've read just about every Jane/Maura story out there and kept missing what happened before in terms of really trying to stick to the storyline of both the TV show and the books as well. So I thought I'd give it a shot- so glad you appreciated it :)

And of course, welcome to those of you that are just reading the story for the first time.

I had originally thought that this one-shot would show Jane and Maura meeting in a different setting completely... but the story took on a life of its own and I'm now in the process of editing the second part (back in the lab at the autopsy from Maura's point of view, with that promised first conversation).

I hope you're all enjoying the back and forth point of views in this story. It fun for me to switch and keeps me on my toes trying to keep the "voices" straight in a first-person narrative. You know, I can honestly say that I've never written a fanfiction in a third-person narrative... so that might be an interesting challenge if it's something that I'm asked to do (maybe another mini-story, who knows lol).

Okay, enough rambling for tonight...

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