A Walk In The Sand

Rated M

This story is just written for me and hopefully my reader's enjoyment. No copyright infringement intended. All characters, unless those introduced by me, are property of some Hollywood body of conglomerate.

Maura glanced up at the reflected image of her lover sprawled out across their bed, still deeply asleep. Ever since they returned from 4R's, she and Jane had made every effort to mesh their single Boston life into a life made for a couple. Some things went smoother than others, but overall, the changes and choices were fairly easy since they had been so close before, becoming interconnected was easily achieved.

She focused back on her mirror image.

As the final touches of makeup and hair were applied, a groan pulled her focus once more to the bed.

"Umm…Maur…Maura?" Jane mumbled as she floundered around soft, silk sheets with her hand trying to find the warm body of her lover.

Silently Maura smiled. Jane was a very attentive and salacious lover, she only needed to stand and feel the faint aching within her to testify to that fact.

Maura finished applying her makeup and with a finale once over with a critical eye, the blond deemed herself ready for her day. After packing up and stowing her makeup, Maura stood up and shifted her skirt to smooth the fit.

She donned her suit jacket as she moved through the master bedroom; Jane opened her eyes and after a second zeroed in on the missing blond.

"What are you doing up so early, Maur?" Jane asked, her voice roughened by the previous nights passion. The long Italian body stretched lazily while one dexterous hand rubbed the sleep from her tired, but satisfied eyes.

Maura sat on the edge of their bed and finger combed the ruffled, curly, dark hair away from Jane's face.

"I have a task to complete today that has been put off for entirely too long," replied the blond as she casually folded her hands in her lap.

Jane looked at her lover and tried to read her, but the polite face closed off any tells that indicated a problem.

"Do you need any backup?" Jane shuffled up until she could lean back against the headboard. If her nudity bothered her in the least, the laid off detective gave no indication.

Maura had to smile at the bared breasts and the law enforcement jargon. No matter how long Jane was away from the force, cop talk still had a place in their everyday conversations. The nudity; that was better, Jane no longer felt self conscience, but still a work in process at times.

"Not this time, my love, this calls for a little finesse. I have to do this my way and I know you, you're all blazing and gunning."

Jane laughed heartily. "Maur, it's 'gunning and running', both of which I do not do anymore of, as for right now."

The words settled between them as tangible as the silk sheets draped over Jane's lower body.

Maura shook away the thoughts of Jane ever picking up her shield and donning her bullet proof vest only to face down a threat, for an ungrateful City; most likely at the business end of a gun.

"Be that as it may, this is something I have to do on my own terms..."

"…and those terms don't include me." Jane finished.

After a brief smile, Maura shook her head no.

The cop in her was instantly at attention. Who, what and where clamored and demanded answers. The detective ran her hands through her hair to try and order her thoughts, but in the end it was simple. With a swift nod she calmed her mind and trusted that Maura would ask if she needed her help.

"Okay." The word fell from her lips easily as the smile that followed.

Maura returned the smile and leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on Jane's forehead. She moved down and gently kissed waiting lips. When Jane tried to deepen the connection, Maura moved away with a laugh.

"Don't muss the lipstick, darling", Maura teased.

Jane immediately pouted.

With a gentle squeeze to her lover's upper thigh, Maura moved away and bid Jane goodbye.

Maura walked down the halls of the Clarendon building of the Back Bay Financial District. She always thought it was a bit amusing how older Bostonians referred to it as the, John Hancock Tower, confusing visitors and tourists alike just because they could.

As humorous as she found the inner workings of New Englanders, her reason for being here in this building was anything but.

Maura took a steadying breath as she came up to the frosted glass doors that were stenciled in new age type face spelling out Isles Industries, in sleek letters.

Muffled keyboards being impacted by industrious fingers was the first sounds that greeted her, as she reached the welcome desk.

"Good morning Ms. Isles, how are you today?" The receptionist asked upon seeing the youngest of the Isles. With a cautious eye, she took in the three men who stood casually behind Maura.

"Hello Kelly, is he in?" Maura's politeness never faltered.

Kelly shifted her blue eyes from the three men back to the Isles heiress.

"Sure, would you like me to announce you?"

Maura gave Kelly a genuine smile; "No, I want to surprise dear old dad myself"; both women were drawn to the snorted scoff from the older of the three men.

Maura cocked and eyebrow at the older gentleman and mouthed, 'be nice'.

The older man in reply pushed his felt fedora back and gave her wink along with his best look of innocence.

Maura shook her head bemusedly and stepped around Kelly's desk and entered Richard's office.

Richard looked up and immediately was aggravated that Constance' daughter chose to enter his sanctum.

"Hello Maura, shouldn't you be off playing with your dyke cop?" He really didn't like any of the women in the Isles family; they were too independent for his liking.

"Oh daddy… that would be dyke detective since you know Jane is actually a 'detective'."

Richard flushed with anger as he realized he wasn't able to get under Maura's skin.

"Look, what do you want Maura, I have a busy day ahead of me," Richard blustered.

"No you don't, Richard. All you need to do is to sign this packet of forms and say farewell to the life you have stolen from my mother."

The desk chair creaked as Richard sat back and contemplated the ignorant genius that placed the packet of papers squarely in the center of his desk.

"Oh Maura, seems you have to learn the same lesson your bitch of a mother learned a long time ago."

Maura almost gleefully tilted her head in askance as she studied the man who she had once thought kindly of.

"What lesson would that be?"

"The lesson that teaches that one call to Doyle senior and your life would be forfeit." Richard replied smugly.

"Oh you mean Patty Doyle's father, right?"

"Yes, you fool, he is exactly who I mean!"

Maura reached across and activated the intercom.

"Yes Mr. Isles?"

"Kelly, this is Maura. Would you please show in my guests?"

"Right away." Kelly replied.

A second later after Kelly had stepped through the doorway; Patrick Doyle flowed into the spacious office dressed in a dark blue pin stripe suit with matching fedora follow by two walking hulks dressed in similar suits.

Patrick stood center of the room with his hands on his hips and sized up the coward behind the big teak desk.

"Hello Ricky boy, I heard you have been using my name in vain."

Richard had known many times when he was pushed beyond his normal state of being that he was nothing but a coward. Right now, he was so close to relieving himself in his pants that it was all he could do to avoid doing just that.

"Daddy, please meet Patrick Doyle Sr., otherwise known to me, as grandpa."

Patrick walked over to Maura and gave her a solid one armed hug and placed a butterfly kiss on her temple for good measure.

He turned back to Richard and looked him over again.

"Is this the chump making you unhappy, Sweetpea?" Patrick glared at the seated man.

"Yes, grandpa; he said you wanted me dead and has held my mother and me hostage with that threat for years." Maura stated straightforwardly.

Patrick tisked as he moved around the now sweaty Richard. Stopping behind the seated man, he dropped his hands onto quivering shoulders.

"You know Ricky boy, I hate when people use my name without permission, but what I hate even more, is for my granddaughter to be sad."

Maura watched as her mother's husband unraveled at the hands of a man who was almost twice his age. Grant it, Patty senior had a world of blood soaked history on his hand, but watching the old man make her mother's tormentor tremble was a treat.

As her grandpa intimidated Richard old school style, Maura tapped on the legal papers in the center of the desk again.

"…and you piece of scum hurt my girl here, I don't take kindly to that!"

Richard had all that he could stand. He leapt to his feet, blood forced through his veins by a cold heart beating much too fast.

"I don't know what you speak of…I only wanted to protect…" Doyle Sr. cut off the sniveling man.

"The only thing you wanted to protect is a bank account!" The older man barked.

Silence reigned as Richard visibly gathered himself as he adjusted his tie with an air of feigned importance.

"You're a wise man, Mr. Doyle, a wise business man; surely two men such as us can come to an amicable agreement. Hey, what do chicks know about business anyway? Right?"

Patrick studied the man that had held his granddaughter and her mother hostage with his own violent, mobbed up reputation. The old gangster privately accepted the culpability in this scenario. One hot headed statement carried a weighty price just because he had said it and because of whom he was. They say hindsight is 20/20, but sometimes that 20/20 feels like a 20 gauge shotgun to the heart.

Patrick reached down and picked up the legal documents and shoved them soundly into the sniveling creep's chest.

"Listen up sonny, it would behoove you to sign these here papers and say a nice goodbye to my Sweetpea and to the life you have sponged of her and her Ma; now!"

Between the stress of losing all of the financial means Richard had afforded himself throughout the years, he really didn't mind not being connected to the Isles family anymore. It was almost too much to keep the smug smile off his face as he grabbed a pen and went to work on initializing and signing the divorce decree.

After the last page, Richard slammed his pen down and shoved the sheaf of papers back towards Maura.

The doctor looked through and made sure all the sheets were correctly marked. After checking she looked up at the smug face of her mother's now ex-abusive-rage inducing husband. Now, it was her turn to savor the revenge.

"Thank you Richard. As from this point forward you are hereby severed from any and all contacts, business arrangements, financials and property belonging to Isles and Isles Industries." She watched as a worried look started to blossom on the rat bastards face.

"That's ok, Maura, I have a few funds left in my accounts, don't you worry your pretty little head about…" Richard grimaced in pain as Patty delivered a sharp smack to the back of the coward's head.

"Watch how you talk to her, pig!" Patrick said tersely, sensing imminent violence the two hulks perked up.

Maura smiled, oh how she loved this. Her next bit of information was almost as good as a tender t-bone steak to a famished Jane Rizzoli.

"Now gentlemen or should I say gentleman and", Richard once again smiled smugly as he anticipated the ever polite Maura putting her gangster gramps in his place, finally!, "Richard the loser!" The smile fell from the now exiled man's face as he realized his societal standing was non-existent in the eyes of the Isles heiress.

"Now, Richard; the papers you have just signed forfeits all assets that you have gained from my family, the Isles. SO whatever monies, property, collections and everything else that the guidelines to this contract that you signed in front of witnesses is hereby reverted back to My family or the Isles Foundation and or Isles Industries." Maura never gloated, until now.

"However," Richard perked up a little, maybe she would throw him a bone, after all he tolerated the brat; "I have seen to it that in a supreme benevolent gesture upon my part, I have acquired a new dwelling for you and have set up a new account that contains the whole of what I thought you have earned as time spent as my mother's husband."

Richard smiled as he rubbed his greedy hands together.

"Now we're talking, I just want to know where my new place is and how much money, after that I'm gone!"

Maura smiled fully. She carefully slid a new key across the desk to Richard. Now, for the fun part.

"Your new home is in the dock district. Inside your copy of the papers you will find the address and cab fare, as you no longer have access or rights to any vehicle under the Isles umbrella. Your monies amount to the total of one hundred dollars as that is the lowest amount acceptable by the new bank that I had the Isles lawyers acquire for you on my behalf."

Richard was stunned. He was furious. He was scared. Above all he was broke.

Patrick read all the mixed emotions that ran across the younger man's face.

"Listen bub, just go. Don't make me order the fellows to step in and escort your carcass out", Maura's Grandpa was getting tired, but to show weakness in front of this moron would never happen.

Richard eyed the entire room with hatred. "Alright, but you'll be hearing from my lawyers!"

Maura laughed outloud, "Good luck with that and do tell them to drop by, oh wait you have to have money for a retainer. Well I guess I could ask my Dyke Detective for information on public defenders, if you really want me to."

"YOU BITCH!"

Patrick was fed up with the asshole.

"Boys, show this bastard to the door!"

Immediately the two hulks bookended Richard and picked him up throwing him out the office door and smacked him on the head with his severance papers.

Richard climbed to his feet and after another hate filled look turned and left.

Kelly looked in through the open door, stunned.

"Ms. Isles is everything ok?"

Maura gave Kelly a gracious smile, "Yes Kelly, everything is alright. I just had some restructuring of personnel to do and I was very successful."

Maura turned back to her grandpa, "Could I interest you gentlemen in brunch?"

Patrick smiled, "No sweetpea, I'm getting tired. I think I had better head back."

Maura looked to Toney and Merl in askance.

They smiled while blushing.

"No Ms. Isles, me and Toney has the late noon shift at the home, but thank you for the offer."

"Well let's get going."

Maura tucked away the papers in her purse as she followed the three men out. The morning mission was successful and she felt an abundance happiness on behalf of her unsuspecting mother. Yes, the morning was indeed great.