A/N: This story idea comes from the beautiful mind of Ann. She helped with ideas, beta-reading and keeping me sane. So thank you Ann for all the late night talks, for calming me down when I was ready to give up and for everything else.
I rated this M because of mild swearing and violence.
As with anything Rizzoli and Isles, I own nothing. All rights go to Janet Tamaro, TNT and whoever else is involved in the R & I franchise.
A week after the Paddy Doyle shooting things for Jane hadn't gotten any better. Jane's friendship with Maura was so strained they weren't even speaking to each other outside of the precinct and she still wasn't back on the job because IAB was questioning her about the shooting and her involvement with Doyle.
To make matters worse she was called into Cavanaugh's office for a talk.
"What the hell do you mean I'm being transferred?" Jane yelled at Cavanaugh while they were in his office.
"Calm down Detective." He yelled back at her. "It's the Department's decision, not mine." He told her.
"Yeah but you have some say in this don't you?" Jane asked as she paced the floor.
"I told them what a good detective you are, how the shooting with Doyle was clean." Cavanaugh said, "But they are looking at all your cases, all your near-misses."
"This is bullshit!" Jane yelled again. "I've done everything by the book and now I'm getting transferred over some piece of scum like Doyle." She said as she sat down in the chair, "For all the trouble I should have just killed him."
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Cavanaugh said sitting down behind his desk.
"They can't transfer me. My whole life is here, my family, everything." Jane said to him.
"I'm sorry Rizzoli, but it's out of my hands." Cavanaugh told her and she left his office.
Later that night Jane was with Frost at the Dirty Robber having a beer.
"IAB and the higher ups are going to have me transferred." Jane told Frost as they sat in their usual booth.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Frost asked almost spitting out his sip of beer.
"IAB is trying to find some connection between me and Paddy Doyle and they are looking at some of my other case, like with Hoyt. It's not looking good." Jane told him with the shake of her head.
"A few passing conversations with Doyle doesn't make you a dirty cop, Jane. And that thing with Hoyt was justified." Frost said, "They'll see there's nothing to find and move on." He said taking a sip of his beer.
"I don't think so." Jane said peeling the label off her beer bottle.
A few days later Jane was called back into Cavanaugh office. A woman was sitting in a chair across from Cavanaugh. "You wanted to see me?" Jane said looking at Cavanaugh then to the woman in the chair.
"Yes, shut the door Detective and have a seat." Cavanaugh said.
Jane shut the door then took a seat next to the woman.
"Nothing being said leaves this room, understood?" Cavanaugh asked Jane and she nodded her head.
"This is Detective Corrine Denning. She's with a special task force that specializes in organized crime." Cavanaugh said and Jane looked over at the woman.
Corrine Denning had shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes. Jane gave the woman a nod.
"What's going on?" Jane asked Cavanaugh.
"You're being transferred to the Miami." Cavanaugh told her.
"Florida?!" Jane asked, "You're sending me all the way to Florida?"
Jane looked over at Denning, "What's your role in all this?"
"I'm requesting your help in an undercover operation under the guise of you being transferred to Miami because of your dealings with crime boss Paddy Doyle." Denning told her.
"I don't understand." Jane said confused.
"We need it to look like the department has lost faith in you here because of what happened with Paddy Doyle and that's why you're being transferred to Miami." Cavanaugh told her.
"I have reason to believe that someone on my task force may be feeding information to some of the crime bosses so they can evade arrest." Denning told her.
"So can't you just get someone in Florida to infiltrate your little task force and flush out the dirty cop?" Jane asked.
"If the dirty cop knows about your history with Paddy Doyle then they are more likely to trust you, they might bring you in and include you." Denning told her.
Jane sighed, "Let me get this straight, you want to dirty my name as a detective, uproot me from my home and my precinct to catch a dirty cop in a place that I care nothing about?"
"Detective, this move could be permanent." Cavanaugh told her, "The department is still looking at you for things that transpired between you, Dr. Isles and Paddy Doyle."
"If you help me with this task force mission, I can put in a good word for you and get you back home before you know it." Denning told her.
Jane sighed, "So what you're saying is, regardless if I do this or not I'm still going to be transferred to Florida."
"No, if you don't do this, you're going to be transferred to Chicago on a permanent basis." Cavanaugh told her, "If you choose to do this, then like Detective Denning said, she can possibly get you back to Boston."
"Fine." Jane said crossing her arms. "I'll do it."
"Understand this, you can't tell anyone that you are going undercover. Not your partner, not your ex-partner, your family or friends." Denning told her. "For all they know you're being transferred and that is all."
"I understand." Jane said.
"I'll be in touch in a few days." Detective Denning said as she stood up and grabbed her briefcase. "You're making the right choice, Detective." She said to Jane before she slipped out of Cavanaugh's office.
Breaking the news to her family was hard. Angela cried and begged Jane to explain why she had to leave her family. Frankie took Jane aside trying to figure out if something more was going on. Tommy just wondered who would help him with TJ when his big sister wasn't around.
A few days later Jane was told she's was being transferred to the 9th precinct in Miami. In a week Jane managed to find a cheap place to live.
Jane looked around her now empty apartment in Boston; the majority of her things had been shipped ahead of her and put in a storage unit in Miami. So Jane would be staying on Frankie's couch for the next three days before her flight to Miami.
On Jane's second night at Frankie's, Angela invited Tommy over and they had a big family dinner. After dinner it took almost an hour to get Angela to stop crying and leave. Tommy practically had to drag her out the front door. After they left Frankie finally sat down with Jane to watch the ball game and talked.
"I still don't get this Janie." Frankie said as he handed her a beer from her fridge. "How can you just be okay with leave Boston?" He asked.
"It's not my choice, Frankie." She said popping the cap from her beer.
"You're not even fighting it though." Frankie said, "They're making it look you're dirty or you did something wrong and you're not arguing with it."
"Maybe it's just best to get out now. Away from Boston, family, the BPD. " She said taking a sip of her beer, "Maura."
"Aw come on Janie, Maura's not going to stay mad at you forever." He told her.
"You didn't see the look in her eyes at the hospital, Frankie." Jane said as they sat down on his sagging couch. "She's never going to forgive me."
"Janie, I gotta ask you something but I don't want you hitting me for it ok?" He said to her.
She took a sip of her beer, "What is it?"
"Are you in love with Maura?" Frankie asked and she punched him right in the arm. "Damn it Jane!" he yelled rubbing his arm.
Jane put her beer down on the coffee table and stood up, "Get up I want to go to bed." She said to him.
"Come on, Jane, I'm not going to say anything to Maura." He said looking up at her from his seat on the couch.
"Just leave it alone." She said to him.
"Fine Jane, I'll leave it alone." He said standing up, "But you should really tell her you're leaving at least."
"She already knows I'm leaving. I'm sure Ma talked to her and if not Ma, then I'm sure she's heard it going around the department." Jane said as she lied down on the couch.
"Yeah but you should have been the one to tell her." Frankie told her.
"Go away Frankie." Jane mumbled as she rolled onto her side and closed her eyes.
Damn Frankie for talking about Maura before Jane fell asleep. Now her dreams were filled with images of Maura that made for a restless night.
In the morning Jane got ready for work and her and Frankie drove in together. Jane had been on desk duty for the last two days so that meant passing off cases and finishing up paperwork.
This was her last day in Boston and she was stuck behind her desk pushing paperwork. She'd rather be at a baseball game then here.
After her paperwork Korsak and Frost came over to her desk. "Hey, so, we know your flight is later tonight, but we were wondering if you wanted to meet us at the Robber for a drink later." Korsak asked.
Jane leaned back in her chair, "Just us right?" Jane asked.
"Yeah, just the three of us and Frankie." Frost said.
"Sure, sounds fine." Jane said to them and they smiled at her and took off.
Jane put all her files neatly in a stack on the corner of her desk. She stood up put on her jacket and looked around the empty precinct before she turned off her desk light and walked away.
She went to the elevator and got in. A lump formed in her throat as her hand hovered over button marked basement, knowing that's where the morgue was. She pushed the button to the garage and rode the elevator down.
She got in her car and drove around the streets of Boston. She had fond memories of her beloved hometown, but she knew it was time to move on.
A couple hours later Jane finally drove back to Frankie's apartment. She went in and heard him in the shower singing off-key. She went to the fridge and grabbed a beer and opened it. She took a long drink from it and sighed as she went over to the couch and turned on the TV.
She heard the shower turn off and she yelled to her brother that she was here so he wouldn't come walking out naked.
Minutes later he came out of his room dressed. "Hey, you ready to go to the Robber?" He asked her as he ran a hand through his wet hair.
"I'll meet you there in like about 30 minutes, I want to take a quick shower and freshen up." She told him.
"Yeah good idea. I'll see you there." He said as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.
Jane checked her watch then got up from the couch. She grabbed her packed suitcase and duffle bag from the closet and slung the strap of the duffle over her shoulder; she dug into her pocket and pulled out Frankie's apartment key and put it on the counter.
She went to the front door and opened it, gave one more look around the apartment, "Sorry little brother, no drinks tonight." She said out loud then slipped out the door and shut it behind her.
Jane knew her mother had planned a going away party for her at the Robber and invited half the precinct. Jane couldn't do it, she couldn't face these people she'd worked with for years and listen to them tell her how great she is and how fine of a detective she is. She also didn't want to see Maura, assuming she'd even show up. No, it was better just to leave, no mushy goodbyes, no hugs, no tears.
So Jane had changed her flight to Florida for an earlier one. She took a cab to the airport, grabbed her bags and went inside. She got through security fairly quickly and boarded her plane.
She was sitting in the plane as it sat on the tarmac when she got a text message from Frankie. "How can you just leave without saying goodbye? You're breaking Ma's heart." Jane read the text then turned off her phone and put it away. She rested her head against the window and closed her eyes.
Jane arrived in Florida after 10 at night. She took a cab to her new apartment and went inside. It wasn't much but it would have to do. The movers were coming in the morning to bring her things over. So for now she'd sleep on the air mattress she packed in her duffle bag. It took 28 minutes for the pump to blow up her bed before she threw herself on it and tried to fall asleep.
She tossed and turned for an hour, falling off the bed twice before she finally gave up and got off the bed. She opened her window and ducked out onto her fire escape and looked over the view she had.
Jane started to think about Boston, She knew she shouldn't have ducked out on everyone the way she did but she knew it was just going to be too hard to face them. She couldn't risk saying goodbye to them, having to see her mother cry again or listening to Frost and Korsak joke around with her as they made a friendly wager on when Jane would realize she couldn't hack it in Miami and come back home.
She stood out there in the humid night air and a cold chill went up her spine. She wondered if Maura showed up to the party at the Robber. When she started to think about Maura she started to think about Doyle and the shooting and it pissed her off.
"Fucking Paddy Doyle." She grumbled to herself. 'Couldn't have left well enough alone? You just had to come in and save the day. You didn't save the day you fucked it up.' Jane thought.
She turned around and ducked back through her window then closed it behind her.
Jane lay back down on her mattress and stared up at the cracked ceiling. She knew she'd have to call her family tomorrow and apologize for just taking off but she'd hope that they'd understand. She fell asleep thinking about Boston and Maura.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Reviews are welcomed!