Title; Body Double

Magrat 70

Rating; R for upsetting scenes

Disclaimer; not mine or they would be happily ever after with a ton of little Rizzles that would make mama Rizzoli the happiest Italian mama in the history of the world. See I can write happy stuff :-)

Author's note; correction Emili Sande opened the closing ceremony for the London Olympics not the opening ceremony. It was a weird year with the Olympics and the Queen's Jubilee it was hard to remember who was playing where and at what time and that is my excuse and I am sticking to it :-) plus being in Australia for six weeks but that was brilliant, god I loved Australia, looking forward to going back as soon as my neck's better :-)

Author's Note 2; about the Emili Sande song to Y in review. The chorus was from The Professor Green song read All About (part 2) she said after singing with him and how much the song meant to him, she wanted to sit down and write verses to it that meant a lot to her. The idea behind the song was about someone finding themselves and their own voice in the world, which is why I used it as a coming out piece. I hope it worked, I like to use music in my writing, because music always brings emotions and memories to me so that's why I use it

Heartbreak

Korsak watched helplessly as Jane sobbed on her knees beside him, he cursed himself, he should have made sure that Angela and Frankie where around. He couldn't believe his young friend could take much more. Not after Hoyt and having to save her brother's life by shooting herself, this could be the straw that broke the camel's back. He took out his phone. "Frankie I need you to get your mom and take her home. Jane needs her... Frankie, Maura's been murdered...do I sound like I'm fucking joking, your sister is breaking her heart here. Sorry Frankie, I am looking at her body right now...it's bad it is really bad."

"Why... why would anyone do this?" Jane's voice sounded like a bewildered child instead of the usual raspy low growl that everyone was used to. "She is gentle and innocent, she would never hurt a soul in her life... why has she been taken from me? I love her Vince, I really do. Why did I not tell her? What am I going to... what am I going to do without her?" Jane relapsed into another bout of sobbing.

Korsak noticed that she like every bereaved person he spoke to still spoke about her loved one in the present tense. A month ago he would have been thrilled to hear that Jane had finally come to grips with her feelings for the M.E, now it seemed perverse and sad beyond belief.

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Frankie pulled up outside the bar he knew his Ma and all her friends were drinking, he felt stuck to the seat of his patrol car, tears were running freely down his face. He had lost grandparents and he had almost lost his sister twice but this was something he couldn't comprehend. Maura was young, vibrant and fun. She had brought sunshine into his sister's dark life, she had saved his life for fuck's sake. He had done his share of death notices, he didn't know how he was going to tell his Ma, that the woman she had considered a second daughter was dead. He didn't want to see his sister, he knew she would be broken into pieces and he had no idea how she would be put together again. Maura had done it before, after Hoyt, after she shot herself. What do you do when it is the safety net that is the thing that has been taken away? He took a deep breath.

It was still too early for the bar to be to raucous and it was well lit, it took only a moment for Angela Rizzoli to fix her gaze on the pale, tear stained face of her oldest son and she was out of her seat at the speed of an Olympic sprinter. "Has something happened to Janie?"

"No ma."

"Tommy... your father?"

"No."

"Tell me Frankie, you're killing me here."

"It's Maura, Ma... someone has murdered Maura."

She slapped Frankie in the face. "That's not funny Frankie...tell me you're joking... please Frankie, Maura's in France."

"She came home today Ma, you know that, she's dead, I'm sorry," Frankie started to cry again as his mother gave him a bone crushing hug.

"Does Jane know?" Angela didn't have time to grieve herself, she needed to be there for her children.

"She's on rotation."

It took a moment for the words to sink in. "No, they can't do that to her, it's too cruel, she won't survive this Frankie. They can't make her..."

"She's already with the body, Korsak said she needs you."

"Of course she does, where are they?"

"Outside the house."

"We better get there then."

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"What's the point of my life, it just keeps hurting you know. I thought nothing could be worse than Hoyt."

Frost was kneeling on the ground next to Jane, he had tried to hold her but she had slapped his hands away from her. "We'll find who did this Jane."

"So what? It won't bring her back to me, she's my everything and I never told her, how much I loved her, wanted her. I was scared, scared that I'd be called fucking names Frost. I hid behind being friend's because I was so fucking scared. Can you imagine denying the person you love 'cause of an asshole like Crowe?" Jane pulled the gun from her holster and both Frost and Korsak were on guard, a bereaved person with a gun in their hand was not a good combination.

"Watcha doing there Jane?" Korsak asked carefully.

They let out a breath as she threw the gun away. "I don't want that." She unclipped her badge. "And I don't fucking want that, you can tell Cavanaugh to stick this job. I want Maura back." The detective went into another round of sobs as Korsak pocketed her gun and badge for safe keeping.

Jane suddenly lurched to her feet away from the car containing the dead body, she made it a few feet before falling to her knees again, the contents of her stomach were emptied copiously on the ground until all she could taste was bile and she was dry heaving. She rocked back a few paces away from the mess and felt arms around her neck. She went to push Frost or Korsak away from her, they couldn't comfort her right now. The lanky detective's heart was shattered into a million pieces, that wasn't important to her right now. What was important was that she knew her soul had died in a white Taurus hire car the moment the bullet entered the beautiful doctor's brain. All that was left was a creature of the dark that couldn't care what the future held because it was immaterial, there was no future that she wanted any part of. That's why she knew her soul had gone, she spent time loving, caring and being driven crazy by her family, Korsak and Frost included in that, now none of them mattered, she couldn't give a shit if she ever saw them again in her life.

The detective looked towards the person that was holding her and crying into her neck and it registered with her that it was Susie Chang. Jane put one arm around the waist of the young scientist and pulled her close. She could at least accept solace with someone who she knew was also in love with Maura. It might be more a crush and hero worship in the younger woman's case but who was the detective to deny the depth of feelings Susie had towards the M,E. There had been times when it bothered her, when she had a huge slice of jealousy, that now seemed petty and stupid. She hoped distantly that it made the young scientist feel better and at the same time she fought a huge surge of bitterness; nothing would ever make her feel better again. Fuck Maura, if anyone was supposed to die with a fucking bullet in the head it should be Jane.

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Frankie and Angela pulled up as close to the crime scene as they could get. A cab pulled up behind them. Frankie looked at his mother waiting to take his cue from her. "We shouldn't be stuck here while Jane needs us." The young man nodded mutely at his mother before scrambling out of his patrol car, ready to push through the crowd to the crime scene when an all too familiar voice behind him stopped him in his tracks.

"Angela, Frankie what is going on?"

Frankie couldn't dare turn around instead his eyes went to his mother who was crossing herself over and over, any color she had in her face drained and he was worried she was going to pass out. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned and saw an all too familiar stance, a head cocked to the side, a perfect quizzical eyebrow raised. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Where the only words he could get out.

TBC