I'm from Boston. I grew up knowing where I am going. But one thing was that I am appealing to the guns and chasing cars. Honestly, I am not like other 'girls'. Fashion and girly things is not my thing at all. I mean, at all. I am that guy with a gun. Wait a minute, I am THAT woman with a gun.
In a bullpen, there was an Italian woman in her 30s sitting in her seat and playing a paper basketball. Her mind was sharp but acting like a reckless kid on the court. No one conquered her record by bust the killers. But her experiences were painful at last because she was a victim before being a detective for a few years with her old partner. Every time, she felt her scars on her soul and never forgot that trauma in her life. Of course, she was loud and very Italian than just her mother. At last, she was the Boston's finest Homicide Detective, Jane Rizzoli.
Beside her desk, it was her best friend and partner. Barold Frost was an African-American man in his early 30s. He was smarter on his technology than just her and old partner. He came from a good family and his father was a Navy Admiral. Not only he had a thorny relationship with his father and it caused them to have neglected on his own family. But it was the blessings that Frost had a wonderful mother who taught him to succeed in his career without his father's mistakes. He was grateful to have her in his life unless Jane appeared to be a side with him all the way.
Across from their desk, it was Sergeant Vince Korsak. He was a caucasian veteran in his work as a detective for Homicide and had been a partner with Jane. He has been dreading that day when he saved his partner's life. But he didn't show his empathy but understanding of his old partner. This time, he has ranked above in the Homicide Department at the Boston Police Department, and he was happy that he stayed. In his guilty pleasure, he had been watching YouTube videos of cats and dogs, and it always made him feel overjoyed.
The three musketeers were a team at best. They knew what to do with the cases daily without questions. Sometimes, Jane went boldly, and the men had her back no matter what her actions moved. Frost and Korsak knew her very well based on the efforts she made. Luckily, Jane knew that they had her back readily. Again, she was the finest detective at the Boston Police Department before Frost came in.
During the night shift, Jane crushed the blank papers and threw like a basketball toward Korsak's trash can. Frost walked in with the coffee tray and handed a coffee cup to Korsak. The sergeant nodded thanks before reading on the case report. Frost smiled at his partner and questioned.
"How many did you throw?"
"Zero." Jane chastised with a scoff. Frost surrendered his hands in the air. Korsak chuckled. He came upon a desk and grabbed the blank paper from his partner's office. Frost raised his eyebrows at Jane before shooting in the trashcan.
"Let me do it." It scored in a trash can. Jane threw her hands in the air with a groan. Frost pumped his fist. She pointed her finger toward her partner and sent a glare. Korsak sipped a coffee before voicing.
"He beat you to it. Just a paper."
"Just a paper. He scored a ball than to get nothing. Oh man, I practiced since I started a game. Frost, a rematch."
"You bet." Frost smiled while sitting behind his desk. Jane rolled her eyes and sighed.
"The night shift sucks."
"Well, I am here, and Frost brought us some coffee. I am not complaining." Korsak demonstrated. Frost nodded. Jane waved her hand at him before looking at Frost and sighed.
"I mean, no one is here except you two and I. Maura went home an hour ago. I can't believe that Cavanaugh made me stay here for a few nights. Few guys are vacationing. We are on call for night duty. How great is it!?"
"Frankie just told me that two guys down us are in the Bahamas with their family. I wish I take his place instead of being here." Frost said with a sigh. Jane pointed her finger with a nod. Korsak shook his head with a chuckle before making a suggestion.
"Why not start your paperwork over there? It will get fast when you get the hang of it."
"Paperwork is boring. It's boring. It's dull. It's routine. And, blah." The black-haired Italian woman whined. The men laughed before shuffling their paperwork. She slumped her shoulders. They went on with it. A few hours later, the call from the dispatch rang on their cellphones. They answered it before they went together to get in a car. It was a murder at the Allston neighborhood.
This time was different than Jane thought it would be. Finally, she arrived with her gun and caught up with her best friend, Dr. Maura Isles. Now, it was the beginning.