A/N- Okay, I am beat. Utterly exhausted. I'm really sorry for taking longer than normal. And I know I said this story would be getting somewhere this coming chapter...or at least I think I said that. Anyway, my muse had other ideas. Yet again, sorry. To those who have reviewed, thank you so much. I'll get to you next chapter, but please, don't let that keep you from reviewing this chapter. Thank you to everyone who's read, favorited, and alerted this story as well as reviewed. I really would like to hear from more to get a feel for what you think. But, beggars can't be choosers, right? (: I'm thankful regardless. Alas, this chapter is dedicated to the Amazing Stephanie (even though it takes her ages to get to my stories) for her birthday. (: Very late, sorta birthday present that it is.

Disclaimer- If I owned them I wouldn't be writing such depressing stories. The song is also not mine, just an inspiration for dark days.

Spoilers- A minute amount of, "When the Gun Goes Bang, Bang, Bang".

Suspended

"Sometimes I wish for falling/ Wish for the release/ Wish for falling through the air/ To give me some relief/ Because falling's not the problem/ When I'm falling I'm in peace/ It's only when I hit the ground/ It causes all the grief" –Falling (Florence + the Machine)

Jane smirked as she turned around to face Crowe, "Well hey there bird, I'm surprised you're even still here with there being a cat lady up the street, Crowe."

"Yeah, and I'm surprised you're up here, and not down there with your girlfriend."

The detective flinched, not at the poorly hidden innuendo, but because she didn't have a girlfriend anymore. "Whatever, don't you have some lamp post to shit on? Or death to bring to someone?"

Crowe put his big maw of a hand on Jane's increasingly tiny looking shoulder; she flinched again and glared at the man in front of her. He produced a shit eating grin, "If it's any consolation Rizzoli, I wasn't fucking her. Too weird for my tastes, if she didn't talk however…." The brunette's eyes flashed like the lightning outside and she was about ready to take a swing but luckily her phone went off; Korsak's tone.

"You," Jane pointed at Crowe, "have been kissed by a rather reluctant angel. You're so lucky I don't pummel your pansy ass right here. Stop gossiping like a teenage girl and go do your job." Jane pointed angrily to the other side of the building while pressing the answer button on her phone; Crowe swaggered away, feeling confident that he had won the battle, this time.

A rather irritated, "Rizzoli," pervaded the silence of the office building followed by a thunderclap.

"Whoa, that was awesome Jane. Did you have that all set up?" Korsak referring to the thunder in the background…

"Korsak…" Jane growled out, not really in the mood for idle chit chat.

"Yeah, right, we can't wait until headquarters. We need an extra set of hands down here to help bag and tag this evidence before the rain washes it all away. Think ya can get here soon, we're down in Southie on…"

Finally happy to be of some use instead of just sitting around like a sack of potatoes the detective smiles, "Dorchester, Sure, I'll be there in fifteen," another rumbling of thunder, "make that ten."

The Italian woman hung up her phone and went to her chair to grab her wet jacket. That won't be any use…Shrugging, she slipped the article of clothing on anyway. She grabbed an umbrella from Frost's desk on the way out and headed toward the elevator with a new bounce to her step.

Maura placed her left leg out of the driver's side her blue eco-friendly car followed by her right, equally attractive leg. Lean legs covered in what could be presumably described as designer black skinny jeans paired with ebony, furry boots that were probably just as expensive as the pants. If eyes were to ever get past those appealing legs they would land on a torso clad in a maroon silk shirt, with black lacing trim to draw eyes to her most obvious assets, it was a new shirt the wealthy woman had recently bought from Dolce & Gabbana. This was all combined with a grey Burberry trench coat reaching about mid-thigh; luxurious rain clothes for the ever impeccably dressed woman.

Golden locks were done up in a fashionable pony-tail with elegant curls pulled out to frame the hazel eyed beauty's face. Anyone would think that Doctor Maura Isles is easily one of the most attractive females they had ever run across, and today was no exception for that thought, never mind the fact that the woman in question hadn't done any extraneous beautifying on that day. She had risen to the sound of pattering rain pelting her rooftop and images of lightning streaking across the sky followed soon after by earth shaking thunder. Maura had briefly closed her eyes to silently count the seconds between lightning and thunder, to see how far away the strings of plasma had struck; something Jane had informed her of. But the scientist inside of her squashed down that idea before it was even accomplished telling her it wasn't something that could be remotely proven, even though the heart-broken woman inside of her still tried to cling onto lost love in minute acts like that.

The ME had sighed, already hating the day laid out before her. Dismal rain and an early morning call about a dead police officer had ruined any chance of redemption. Not like she deserved any infinitesimal amount of happiness, she knew this, and that's why she gladly plodded on throughout her tedious morning rituals. Not putting too much thought or care into her usually meticulous clothing she had pulled out an outfit that seemed suitable. Caramel apple shaded orbs briefly shone when they peered at their dark color choice; psychologists say that the clothing we normally choose more often than not reflected upon one's mood. Maura scoffed. How fitting…

Considering it was already raining and that her time was bound to be wasted if she tried to keep her hair bouncy throughout the day, she just threw it up into something sturdy and unobtrusive. Sighing again the distressed pathologist left the warmth of her house and into her car and breathed in the stiff air for a bit. This had eventually led her to the crime scene; the here and now. Maura stepped out of the car into the biting rain, trying to muster up her usual grace she strode to the bright yellow crime scene tape. Once inside she was greeted by the detectives…minus one. The honey blonde didn't know if smiling would be appropriate or if she should follow in the sky's wake and release tears. The ME faced Frost who was standing behind a wooden desk with his laptop on it, if she were one to assume she would say they planned on being here for quite an elongated amount of time.

"Where's Jane?" You just can't help yourself sometimes, can you? Fool.

"We actually thought she would be coming with you." Frost winced at his poor wording, and then smiled up at the doctor.

"Ah, uh…nope, not with me. We had a bout of disagreement when it came to matters of..." With that Maura promptly cut off and trilled her tongue in nervousness, "I'm just going to examine the…", she pointed to Danny, then turned on her heel to the body splayed out near the rear of a nondescript white van full of what appeared to be fruit. Drug runners. The scientist shook her head at the conjecture and leaned down to gaze at the man with a despondent look on her face. That grimace had probably been there since she left Jane's apartment the previous night.

Korsak appeared to the left of the good doctor and grinned, "You're doing the walk of shame, Doctor. You and Jane get it on last night, that why she's not here? Too busy with her lazy ass in bed?"

Crowe showed up to the left of the quickly blanching woman, "If you ever need a real man…"

Korsak glared at the ape of a man and told him to beat it. Maura look mortified. Her once rosy cheeks lost their hue and hazel eyes looked like they were about to spill forth forlorn tears. Choking back a sob, "No, she's not here because I was terrified Korsak. I was so oblivious to what was in front of me that I had to seek my amorous attentions elsewhere. Jane was less than amicable with my chosen perspective….but I never really got to explain to her my plight. I do understand why she d…" Korsak just shushed her, as he eyeballed Crowe who was too close for comfort. He observed, heard all he needed to, and went back to the station with new information and a few bags of evidence.

"Shit, Doc, you can expect all of Boston to know what happened within the next fifteen minutes." The animal lover sighed and stared at the broken woman in front of him. "So you're tellin' me that you cheated on Janie?" He asked incredulously.

A mournful nod, "I don't know why I just divulged all of that information to you. I'm sorry to burden you; this is hardly the place to have a tete-a-tete." An elegant hand waved at the body in front of them.

The salt and pepper man shook his head and let out a breath of warm air, it floated away in wisps of white like everything else in life seemed to do. Korsak's eyes scraped along every curvature of the doctor's face and body to look for tell-tell signs of dishonesty or secrecy. He shook his head. Maura's a friend not a suspect. Smiling because if he knew there was one ounce of good in this world it was invested in the good doctor and Jane's relationship.

"No, it's not. But let me just tell you this," Korsak looked into the other woman's eyes to make sure she got everything he was saying, "I know you, but mostly I know Jane. She's a hell of a woman Maura, but also quite an idiot sometimes," Maura looked like she was about to protest to that but the sergeant carried on anyway, "she likes to flounce around," a caramel eyebrow raised at that, "yes, flounce, and pretend she's all big and tough. Even when she's got an amazing family and girlfriend she pushes them away because she doesn't need them. Or she likes to think she doesn't, she also refuses to let anyone close because she wants to protect them. But as you can see, that doesn't work out so well. It all just backfires in the end."

Korsak's phone rings, silencing the doctor's reply. He points a stern finger at the enlightened woman, "You'll fix this."

He answers his phone and walks away towards Frost, the words "Good morning to you too Jane…" trailing behind him and sticking in Maura's ears. She proceeds with the examination; turning the body in various directions to check lividity and determining how far along rigor mortis is. After informing Korsak and Cavanaugh the emotionally exhausted woman heads back to her lab at BPD to begin a tiresome autopsy. What a long day this is going to be…

I hope the extra length of it helps with the wait. See? I do care. So you should take a few minutes out of your day to show you care too. (; Si'l vous plait? Sharing is caring people! Haha okay, hope you enjoyed this chapter. (: