Why am I fascinating with the dead? How could I speak to the dead? Now, it leads me to become a medical examiner or you can call it, "pathologist". No one believes that I am a pathologist because I can speak to the dead. Sometimes, I wanted to have a normal job like an artist. Again, normalcy is overrated.

The nightfall took in the center of a city, Boston. The noise scattered through the alleys, streets, and sidewalks. People laughed and chattered while dining in restaurants, coffee shops, and bars. A lamp ignited out near a college campus, Boston University. A young man who happened to be a graduate student was walking across the street to get home around late at night. Of course, he was alone with his backpack fulfilled in the books and notebooks. He arrived in a few blocks away to enter an alley in which a coffee shop and a luxury restaurant were in between. His home was behind the building. The lamps in the back alley went out in one by one.

He heard a noise behind him and looked around. It was not there. It felt so strange because no one walked behind him. The steps of the people were slightly far but unheard. He turned around to walk away until he reached his home. Again, the noise alerted him when he immediately defended himself between the thick wall and the chain-link fence. The sound was a cat who meowed. He was relieved and laughed at a silly notion he made.

"You scared me." The cat tilted its head to understand him and meowed.

"Are you lost?" The young man slowly approached an animal and tried to scoop a cat in his arms. There was noise again. He looked around in his stance and heard a meow behind him. His heart started to beat quickly. It was a strange noise that he kept listening before looking down at a cat who purred against his leg.

"Did you hear it? It is odd. I heard it twice like this one."

The cat pranced like nothing's happened in the alley. The young man chuckled while shaking his head. He continued to pick up the cat from the ground and turned around to get in a torn chain-link fence. They almost got to the steps of the stairs, and the cat started to hiss. He nearly dropped the cat from his arms and yelped.

"Hey! You scratched my arm. So, what's wrong?" The cat looked up at him and hissed loudly. He backed his tracks and looked up at the noise, which was loud. It was a burly man in a black leather coat and boots and walked to obtain his pet.

The young man shook himself by staring at a burly man in front of him. The cat quietly hissed but got comfortable in his arms. A laugh was scattering in the alley. He gulped and slowed his tracks to the door, but it was too late. The voice carried toward the young man's ears.

"Why are you stealing my pet?"

"Um, I thought the cat was lost. I found him in here." The young man stuttered out. The burly man tilted his head while petting his cat. He whispered to his loveable companion in his arms before looking up at a young man with his red eyes. It was a twinkle and crimson red. His smile showed the fangs. The cat hopped out in his arms and ran away. The burly man slowly approached him with his feline voice.

"Oh, it is she. I must thank you for finding my cat. What's your name, young lad?"

"Nicholas."

"It's a handsome name you have. So, where are you going?" The burly man tilted up to see the stars above. Nicholas gulped and shook his finger toward his home. He glanced at the window, which was lit on the third floor and queried.

"That's the place where you live?"

"Y-es."

"Why are you in the alley in the middle of a night?"

"I just came from school and studied." Nicholas slowly moved to the door and ignored him. He felt sweat on his forehead and slowly reached his key in his pocket. The noise came up in his ears. Nicholas immediately turned to see the burly man in his face. He heard a snarly voice.

"Dare you to turn back on me!" Suddenly, the burly man reached Nicholas' backpack straps and threw him into the crude wall. Nicholas screamed when he crashed on the wall. He approached Nicholas and hissed with his fangs. The lamp went out when the burly man bit a young man's jugular and sucked out his blood. Nicholas shook its body and tried to scream, but his eyes went in grey. Finally, he dropped Nicholas onto the floor and heard a scream behind them. It was a middle-aged woman in the alley and tried to get some help. The burly man gazed on her before vanishing on her in a second.

It left Nicholas outside in the alley. His blood disappeared on the ground like a regular homicide. This time, it was something else than just a regular homicide. Only his eyes that went out in the dark. The sirens came closer. The woman got closer to the young man's body and sobbed. It became quickly when the policemen secured the crime scene and gathered a woman away from the murder scene.

Now, here she was. Dr. Maura Isles, Chief Medical Examiner of Commonwealth of Massachusetts. She came along with her best friend, Jane Rizzoli, Boston's finest Homicide Detective. It's their time to take over.

Author's Note: Hello. This is my first story based on a tv show, Rizzoli and Isles. I do not own any copyright of this show and characters. I love this show so much because it inspired me to read fanfiction from you. I am grateful that I found this series of fanfiction that I would enjoy in my free time. Thank you.

So, I should let you know that English is not my first language. My actual first language is American Sign Language. I know, it is fantastic about American Sign Language. It would be in this story or not if you are interested about my culture, context of the language, and my identity. Anyway, if you don't understand my English skill,s such as grammar. It's obvious for that answer. I apologize for in advance in my English, and I am still practicing as I can write this story.

Please feel free to criticize this story. I will be appreciated if you help it out on your positive comment or review.

Now, I am tying my hands away from the keyboard. And, I let you go for now.