A/N: Thank you so much to people who have already followed/reviewed/read my little story! This is my first ever go at writing fanfiction, having been an avid reader for many years. This story won't be particularly long, as it was based off a small idea I had one day when I was doing laundry (inspiration strikes at the strangest of times!), but I hope you enjoy it regardless. Thanks again! -Emily

Half an hour later Jane snuck into work with the small box concealed in her pocket, feeling immensely pleased with herself. This time, she was sure, she wouldn't be returning it.

'You're late Rizzoli' Cavanaugh snapped from behind her.

Jane cringed, turning to face him. 'Sorry, traffic' she lied, 'I'm here now though, did I miss anything?'

He pressed the button on the elevator before responding, 'One suspicious death called in this morning, it hasn't been ruled a homicide yet though'.

'Is Maura doing the autopsy?' Jane enquired, forcing herself to be casual as the doors slid shut.

'You're not going to ask who it is, or how they died?' Cavanaugh asked, eying her suspiciously, 'Priorities Rizzoli, the whereabouts of your girlfriend should not be one of them while you're at work'. He gave her a stern look as he stepped out of the elevator and walked towards his office, 'Get Korsak and Frost to catch you up'.

Jane cringed again as she made her way to her desk, she felt like she was seven years old again, being told off for breaking that window.

'There's the bride to be!' Korsak exclaimed as Jane entered the room.

'Shh!' Jane hissed, looking around frantically to make sure no one heard him, 'how on earth do you know?' there was a pause as Korsak shifted guiltily in his chair. 'Frankie' Jane ground out, 'I'm going to kill him'.

'Oh don't, he's excited for you is all' Korsak reasoned, 'it's not every day his big sister gets engaged'.

'Well it's not today either' Jane muttered, sitting down, 'I haven't asked her yet'.

'Ha!' Frost suddenly interrupted, looking up at Korsak, 'Told you I wasn't paying you yet'.

'Are you BETTING on me?!' Jane exclaimed, looking murderous.

Maura was in her happy place. The Queen of the Dead they called her upstairs, and she couldn't really dispute the nickname, it was very apt. The morgue was empty except for the one body on the table in front of her, a man in his late thirties who had been brought in that morning. She hummed to herself as she stripped his clothing and entered it into the log.

'What have we got?' Jane asked, swinging the door open.

Maura glanced up and smiled, 'man in his late thirties, collapsed this morning in the lobby of his office. I'm just beginning secondary survey'. Jane nodded once, walking over to where his clothes were laid out.

'Do we have a cause of death?' she asked stiffly.

'Of course not' Maura frowned, looking up from the dead man's leg, which she had been examining. 'Are you okay? You seem off'.

'I'm fine' Jane muttered, 'Cavanaugh just got on my back about being late and I haven't had my coffee yet'.

'You were late?' Maura asked looking up again in surprise, 'Why? You left really early this morning. I hadn't even had breakfast yet'.

Jane mentally kicked herself. 'I just had some er, errands to run. Then I got stuck in traffic'

'But there was hardly any traffic this morning' Maura pointed out, 'I didn't come across any on my way here'.

'We must have gone a different way' Jane said, 'who is this guy anyway?' she added hastily.

Maura gave her a searching look before answering, 'Daniel Wilks' she said, returning to her examination. 'Give me an hour and I should be able to tell you how he died'.

Jane recognised the dismissal, and turned to leave the morgue, mentally kicking herself the whole way.