Jane and Maura ducked under the police tape as they entered the crime scene of a teenager's suspicious death. Assessing the scene instantly, Jane couldn't find anything strange. Maura immediately began her assessment on the body which included picking his pockets for identification.

"I found his school ID" she commented and placed the black wallet in Jane's awaiting hand.

"God, he's 15" Jane sighed after reading the school card "He would have been in the 10th grade just like Isabel"

"Are you ok Jane?"

"Yeah I'm ok; it's just hard to think this kid is the same age as Isabel"

Maura and Jane continued to process the scene and the body as the media frenzy began a few feet away. Joey did his job and tried to manage them as well as possible hoping his 'we're doing everything we can to find those responsible' answers were sufficient. Until they knew what killed this kid, he couldn't say much more. Joey gave the reporters one last 'you can trust the police' smiles before making his way over to Jane and Maura hoping they had answers.

"What have you got for me Rizzoli?"

Jane turned with a scoff only to be met by Joey's hand held up as if to signal for her to wait. Pulling his ringing cell from his pocket only annoyed Jane further as she turned back to Maura completely ignoring her boss. Joey stepped away and answered his phone, unsure of why Isabel's school's number had come up.

"Grant"

"I'm calling for Isabel Rizzoli-Grant's father. This is the Principal of her school"

"This is her father, is everything ok?" he asked nervously. The only other time Isabel's Principal called was when she fell down a set of stairs and broke her wrist. Isabel wasn't the type to get into trouble. With cops for parents, she knew the consequences.

"She's been involved in a fight"

"A fight?"

Jane looked up from the limp body of her teenage victim at the sound of Joey's gasp. Stepping further away from Jane, he didn't need her overreacting in front of all these photographers and reporters.

"Is it possible for you to come down and collect your daughter?" The Principal continued

"Yeah... Yes I'm on my way"

"Your Mom having a fight with the paper boy again?" Jane chuckled as she noticed Joey hang up the phone. It had been a running joke in their neighbourhood as kids that Mrs Grant always fought with the paperboy if her newspaper wasn't on her doorstep at 7am every morning. She was a picky and demanding old Italian woman, one no-one ever wanted to fight with. Joey always seemed to be the one reigning her back in.

"I have something to take care of" Joey began after quickly deciding not to tell Jane of what his phone call was about. He would deal with this and from there decide whether it should be Isabel telling her mother what is going on. "I want the preliminary reports on this kid on my desk by the time I get back"

"Which will be..."

"Whenever I get back" he smirked and put on his sunglasses before leaving the scene. Even though he'd been getting along with Jane as per his daughter's request over the past few weeks, Joey still liked annoying her like they were 15 again themselves.

As he got closer to Isabel's private school, ideas of how and why his usually placid and quiet daughter could get into a fight. Knowing his little girl, something really had to provoke her before she snapped. The one trait she didn't inherit from both her parents was their short tempers. She was definitely more laid back like her Grandfather.

Isabel sat cross legged on the chair outside of the Principal's office with her iPod in her ears scratching at her chipped purple nail polish. Taking out her earphones as soon as she saw her father, Isabel looked up at him with a pained expression. Joey sighed softly and ran his thumb over Isabel's cheek softly at the sight of the large gash just below her eye. He didn't even want to address the split and swollen lip that she had as well.

"What happened baby girl?" Joey asked as he sat down next to Isabel. He'd deal with the Principal after he heard the story from his daughter first. Taught to be unbiased when hearing all angles of a story, Joey threw basic police rules out the window when it came to Isabel.

"I snapped" she shrugged not really wanting to talk about it

"You're the most placid kid I have ever met. Something really had to anger you for you to get into a fight"

Staring at her chipped nail polish for another moment, Isabel pushed her hair behind her ear and ran her fingers over the pink scar just below her jaw. It had stopped hurting a couple months before hand but the teenager couldn't help but wince at the pain she felt when the scalpel first made that cut.

Every detective had that one case they could never quite solve or one that just got so personal that it engulfed their entire lives. For Jane Rizzoli that was 'The Surgeon', a serial killer that was meticulous in the way he murdered his victims. He would target well off couples and his signature was slitting the throat cleanly severing the carotid artery and jugular vein. The case became so prominent that even Isabel knew Charles Hoyt's methods back to front. Talking the case through with her Mom was the only thing that kept Jane from sinking into a state of obsession.

In pursuit of Charles Hoyt, Jane was captured and pinned down with scalpels piercing both of her hands. If it wasn't for Korsak then she may not have survived Hoyt's torture. If it wasn't for Isabel then the post traumatic stress of the torture may have gotten the best of the young detective.

Just when the Rizzoli family and the Boston Police Department thought they had seen the end of Charles Hoyt, the manipulative psychopath trained an apprentice. Jane had become a challenge to Hoyt after escaping him the first time but as soon as he caught wind that his new favourite had a daughter he couldn't help himself.

The scar that Isabel tried hard to cover with makeup everyday was caused after Hoyt escaped prison and came for his prize... Jane. What better way to lure Jane than to kidnap her daughter and threaten torture? Hoyt's apprentice however went one step further and took a scalpel to the fifteen year old's throat while her mother watched.

If you asked Isabel how they managed to survive Hoyt and his apprentice, she couldn't tell you. The trauma of it all was locked away in her mind and the teenager refused to think about it. She wouldn't even tell her father who had been undercover with the drugs squad what she went through. He had to hear it from Jane and the rest of the Boston Homicide Department. What he never told his daughter was that Hoyt was the reason he wanted the Homicide Lieutenant job. Even though the psychopath was behind bars yet again, Joey wanted to make sure his girls were safe.

"She knew about Hoyt" Isabel began softly "She said maybe Hoyt should have tried harder..."

A little more intense. Do you guys think I need to change the rating? Are you liking the story so far?