A/N: I don't own Leverage or Rizzoli and Isles. I'm just playing with them because I just can't help it anymore.

"Jane, we've got a problem," Korsak hissed. He was reading the driver's license of their newest victim, a brunette woman in her early to mid-forties with several stab wounds throughout her chest and torso.

"What's the problem?" Jane Rizzoli demanded immediately. She quickly closed up the zip-lock bag she was currently using to gather up evidence. The crime had to have been at least half an hour fresh and still didn't seem to have enough evidence to make it an easy case.

"Our victim is still alive despite the amount of blood loss and damage done to her upper and lower chest cavities," Dr. Maura Isles shrugged in confusion. She was the top body examiner the Boston Police had and seemed completely thrilled to have a live body to work on for once.

"I would consider that a miracle not a problem," she finished in all seriousness. Her face was blank and unreadable at the weird glare coming from her partner.

"So what problem do we have, Korsak?" Jane rolled her eyes at her best friend and turned towards her mentor impatiently waiting for a subject change.

"The driver's license says Mrs. Sarah Jane Baker," Korsak said, his face completely torn between fear and confusion, "a well-known alias of Sophie Devereaux."

Maura gasped at the name while Jane's expression remained on of confusion.

"Sophie Devereaux?" She asked. She put her left hand on her hip as the name slowly began to register throughout her brain's memory. She ran her lower lip through her teeth and switched hands on her hips. The quirky brunette then tilted her head to the right and bit her lip again.

"Like Nathan Ford's Sophie Devereaux?" She questioned with wide eyes suddenly popping onto her face.

"She certainly fits the description," Maura acknowledged dryly. Then the redhead started tinkering with her cell phone to get more information.

"Already did that," Korsak nodded towards the device angrily, "It's her."

"But that's impossible," Jane quickly scoffed at the idea, "Sophie Devereaux left Boston with the rest of them."

"Apparently they had another job they needed to pull here," Korsak shrugged. He was just as confused as she was. He was just hiding it better.

"You think it was a mark that attacked her?" Maura questioned immediately.

"It has to be," Jane answered instantly thinking about the task at hand, "Sophie Devereaux is number one on all of the mobs' don't mess with list. Parker, of course being number two."

"Why exactly is that?" Frost demanded in confusion. Apparently he was done checking on the statement of the person who found their vic. His notebook was still out but it was closed and ready for business.

"Nathan Ford is the son of Jimmy Ford…" Jane said.

"Yeah, who was the fixer back in the day before he went to prison and then he tried to pull one last heist," Frost reported instantly, "I know that Jane. He's under protection out of respect to his father and the fact that he took out the Donnelly's when they interfered with a bank, I get that. What I don't get is why Sophie Devereaux is number one on that list."

"She's his main squeeze," Maura smiled at the question, "but that's only if the rumors are true."

"And the mob fears the wrath of Nathan Ford," Korsak shrugged at the doctor's statement.

"Why?" Frost asked, arms raised high in frustration.

"Because he's got Eliot Spencer on his team," Jane sighed at the statement, "Well, we at least know it wasn't a local hit."

"That only means this is going to get way more difficult than it needs to be," Frost nodded along.

"And we're going to have to deal with the wrath of Nathan Ford," Korsak grimaced at what was about to happen.

"That's assuming he doesn't already know that his girlfriend was almost stabbed to death and may still not make it," Jane huffed.

Meanwhile…

"Nate, we've got a problem," Eliot grumbled into the coms. There was panic and fear in his voice, two things that weren't supposed to be in a former retrieval specialist's voice.

"Ya think?" Hardison sassed back right on cue with more than panic in his voice, "What was your first clue on the subject? The fact that Sophie's com just suddenly went out for no reason at all or the fact that she's not answering her phone and her house's security system isn't even on! Honestly, what could be the problem?"

"Hardison!" Nate shouted at the young hacker, "Just shut up and find her!"

"No need," Eliot snarled, "I've already done it."

"And?" Nate's voice immediately went up a couple of octaves in his desperation for the truth. His fingers immediately scrubbed at his grey-streaked brown hair. There was evidence of tears in his blue eyes but nobody was going to comment on it.

"You're not going to like it," Eliot's voice sounded so hollow all of a sudden. It even sounded like he was holding back some sniffles himself.

"Did she kill a guy?" Parker demanded eagerly. She was apparently still in belief that the grifter was a super hero and couldn't be killed. That was going to be an interesting conversation to have for the fourth time.

"Nah," Parker wrinkled her nose and flipped back her blonde hair, "She'd just knock him out and wait for Eliot to do the rest. So did ya kill him, Eliot?"

"Sophie's in an ambulance on her way to the hospital, Parker," Eliot said, not even waiting for the shock to sink in. He didn't even seem to care about being delicate with the crazy blonde thief.

"Wha… Wha-What do you mean?" Hardison said. His fingers immediately froze on the keyboard at the hitter's words. His face grew slack and his eyes went wide in shock. He even seemed to be having a mini-panic attack with the way he was wheezing and coughing.

Parker just smacked him on the back. Her face looked blank like always. She was probably not quite getting the magnitude of the situation. Of course, she could have been understanding the situation perfectly and just not letting it show. She was crazy and all.

"How bad is it and how soon can we get her out?" She asked with a grin. Well, that answered that question.

"I don't know yet," Eliot growled into the coms, "I'm following the ambulance as we speak but it's pretty bad. Frost and Rizzoli called in Dr. Isles and they're faces did not look too happy when they finished examining her."

"Examining her," Nate caught onto the words instantly, "There's only one reason police detectives examine bodies."

"Sophie's dead!" Hardison squeaked out in horror. Then he started choking and hyperventilating.

"Put your head between your legs," Parker said, holding the hacker's head down as she spoke. Then she looked up at Nate with her usual straight lined lips.

"How are you so calm about this?" Hardison gasped from between his knees. His breaths were still coming in raspy drawls but he was at least breathing properly again.

"It's Sophie," Parker shrugged, "She can't die."

"There was a lot of blood, Parker," Eliot hissed.

Nate pressed his left hand against his earbud with excitement on his features. Hope was officially back in his eyes and making them glow once again.

"So she's alive?" He asked.

"She went into an ambulance," Eliot reported dutifully, "There was no body bag and I saw her hair. She was wearing a mask."

"But she's alive?" Nate demanded immediately. He was already grabbing his coat and keys. There was hope in his every move and that wasn't going to change anytime soon.

"She was when they left her house," Eliot said, hope nowhere in his tone, "There was a lot of blood, Nate."

"But she's alive," Nate confirmed grabbing his keys and racing out the door.

"He's on his way, man," Hardison croaked out. He was on his feet as well and dutifully following the thief out the door.

"We all are," Parker finished.

Eliot nodded his head at their words. He expected something like that to happen. So he turned the keys in his car and started the car. He put the gear in drive and started to pull out of his parking spot.

"I'll try to get the information before you get there," he said.