Hey guys! So this chapter is the start of another small story with Jane and Amanda. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Detective Jane Rizzoli was nearly biting her finger nails off as she rode with her partner Detective Frost. Her hands were shaking, her stomach had a knot somewhere deep inside and she couldn't sit still in her seat. Normally her cases didn't make her so nervous but this one was. A girl made a 9-1-1 call from inside her home, she couldn't have been more than ten years old. She was hiding in a closet with her brothers, their mother had hidden them there. Their dad was angry and she explained that she heard a loud popping noise but then the call was cut off. BPD was contacted five minutes ago and they were on their way to what could possibly be Jane's hardest case. She loved her job but it was hard when children got involved.

"God, I can't stand this," Jane groaned to her partner.

"I'm sure they're fine Jane," he tried to reassure her.

"Yeah? And what if they're not?"

Just the thought of a parent hurting their own child sparked anger in the pit of her stomach. She never could or will understand how someone could do that. She always thought of Amanda on these types of cases.

They arrived to an already sealed off house. Police cars were everywhere and other police officers were there with their guns drawn and Jane couldn't see why until she got out of her car for a better look. "What do we got?" she asked when she approached Detective Korsak.

"Jim the father is holding the kids hostage. We haven't seen the mother. Right now, we're expecting the worst," he explained.

"We got a visual on the kids? Or Jim at least?"

"Yeah, they're all in the living room. He has the kids tied up."

Jane bit her lip out of nervousness. She began to think they didn't have enough time left. "Somebody's got to get in there."

Time went by and the SWAT team was preparing a team to go in and a sniper was positioned on top of the building across the street. Jane had lost count of how many times she's seen this proses go down and sometimes they ended with happy endings and sometimes they didn't.

Suddenly the front door of the house burst open and Jim stood on the front porch with a gun in one hand and one had his arm wrapped around his sons neck. "Come any closer and I'll shoot him," he said.

"Put the gun down!" a SWAT team member shouted.

This time Jim pointed the gun towards the little boys head. Jane's heart leaped into her throat. "Hold your fire!" Korsak demanded.

"Let me talk to him," Jane said quickly.

"No!" Korsak said.

Jane put down her gun and slowly approached the house with her hands in the air. "Jim! Please, just let your son go," Jane pleaded but still acted professional. "Let all of your kids go."

"Stay away!"

The little boy had tears running down his cheeks as he stared at Jane. "It's going to be okay sweetie," she said gently to the boy. Sometimes she had to say things even if she didn't know if they end up true.

"Don't lie to him," Jim was angry and pointed the gun at Rizzoli and all the police officers in the street put their guns up too. Suddenly Jim yelled and stumbled backwards. Someone had taken the shot, Jim dropped his gun and his grip around the little boys neck was loosened enough for him to duck away. Jim was bleeding out on his own front porch.

Jane breathed a sigh of relief as the SWAT team and several police officers raced forward and inside of of the house. Another female officer tended to the little boy who looked to be shock.

Jane made her way inside the house where everything was trashed. Furnitire was turned over, glass was broken on the floor and Jane caught a glimpse of the puddle of blood over near the kitchen and a fair or feet. The mother.

The second son and the daughter were in the living room each tied to a chair. Jane rushed over to the girl and began to untie the rope from around her ankles and wrists after she removed the duck tape from her mouth.

Her face was red and tear stained and she let out a sob when Jane pulled the tape off. She looked around Amanda's age, maybe a year or two younger. "He killed my mommy," she sobbed.

Jane's heart ached for the girl. Now her and her brothers had no parents. "I know baby, I know," she said and lifted the girl into her arms. The girl wrapped her arms tightly around Jane's neck as she carried her through a side door so she wouldn't have to go pass the bodies of her parents. Both her brothers were waiting at the ambulance and the girl looked relieved to see both them still alive. The three of them huddled together like puppies while EMT's looked after them.

Jane bit her lip, this time to keep herself from crying. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see Maura standing there with a look on sympathy on her face. "I couldn't save the mother," Jane was frustrated.

"Jane, that's not your fault."

"The body is in the kitchen," she said wanting to change to subject.

Maura followed Jane back into the house and into the kitchen where the body of a middle aged women lay. There was a hole in her chest where the blood was pooling out from.

Jane didn't know this woman but she did know she was a mother and suddenly Jane felt like she knew her a lot.

Jane paced around in her living room that night after making herself dinner. The Red Sox's game was playing but she was barely paying attention. Joe was supposed to drop off Amanda over an hour ago. Jane knew she shouldn't but she started to worry. Joe Friday sensed her discomfort and paced with her before she heard a knock on the door.

Joe stood on the other side of the door with a sleeping Amanda in his arms. Jane crossed her arms over her chest. "Where have you been?"

"Nice to see you too." he said stepping past her and into her apartment.

Joe and Jane had a fling in high school and got pregnant when Joe came to visit her during their college years. They never married but stayed friends because of Amanda. As much as Jane sometimes wanted to kill Joe, she knew Joe was a damned good father. "You're late Joe," she reminded him.

"Bite my head off why don't ya?" he said. "We went out for ice cream, we were having a good time."

Jane relaxed a little bit feeling guilty about yelling at him. He only saw his daughter every other weekend and Jane knew Amanda cherished those moments. "Well, I'm glad you had fun."

Joe smiled. "Apology excepted."

Jane rolled her eyes and led Joe into Amanda's bedroom where he tucked her in. Jane leaned down kissed Amanda's forehead. Then Joe followed her back into the living room. "Bad day at the office?"

"Why do you say that?"

"You're giving off those vibes," Joe said.

"I don't give off vibes."

"Yeah you do, you always have."

"Don't you have somewhere to be?"

Joe put his hands in his pockets. "Actually, I was wondering something. I think you should come have dinner with me and my parents next weekend. It's my weekend with Amanda so you can just stay when you drop her off."

Jane stared at him like he was crazy. "Your parents hate me."

"They don't hate you. They are the ones who ask me to invite you actually."

"Did they fall and hit their heads? I haven't seem them since Amanda's fourth birthday where your mother throated to shove my head into the cake."

Joe laughed. "I'm serious, you should come. It'll be fun."

Jane snorted. "Yeah right. I'll think about it."

The two of them fell said goodbye and Jane was suddenly dreading this decision about dinner.

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