The Vampiric Charms of Boston

by Simahoyo

AU X over between Rizzoli and Isles and The Hollows. Rachel, Ivy and Jenks are vacationing in Boston, when they foil a bank robbery. Upon meeting Detective Jane Rizzoli, and Dr. Maura Isles, Jenks and Ivy try to talk the perfectionist doctor and short-tempered detective into teaching a much needed crime scene behavior class to flighty Rachel.

It was a hot June day, and the heat bounced back from the Boston sidewalk. What was I doling in Boston? For once I had a pocket full of money, so my partners and best friends, Ivy, and Jenks had decided to go the Boston and see how our country got started.

"There were Tamwoods fighting at the Battle of Bunker Hill. One of them was killed there,", said Ivy as she almost smiled.

"Did he fight at any later battles?", asked Jenks, zipping backward from my shoulder to Ivy's shoulder. It was a valid question, since Ivy Tamwood came from a very prominent vampire family.

"No, the poor man died twice." Ivy's perfect oval face pulled into a frown. She had her long black hair pulled into a ponytail, and while I was sweating in the heat, she was cool and collected."At least your ancestors were heros.", I grumped. "I'm really not sure I want to go to Salem. I hate that Morgans were responsible for accusing innocent witches and killing them."

Oh Rache, everyone has some ancestor who did something creepy. Tink's titties, my forth great grandfather was drunk on honey most of his life. Not the best Pixy provider." Which was probably the worst thing one Pixy could say about another. Jenks, on the other hand, was a great provider, caring for his wife and fifty-four children.

We hadn't taken more than five steps when Ivy and Jenks looked at each other.

"Ivy, did you hear that?" Jenks was sprinkling an alarmed red Pixy dust.

"Yes. It sounds like a bank robbery." She listened to something to something there was no way I could hear. "Hostages. They are taking hostages. Let's go." And she sprinted down the street to a bank.

Ivy tried the door, but it was locked. We knew she could force it, but that might alert the robbers.

"Jenks, can you open it?", I asked.

"Easy, peasy, Rache." Jenks took out his lock picks and started fiddling with the lock.

"Rachel, you have your splat gun–right?" Ivy's pupils were expanding with excitement. Whoever was in there was in trouble.

I reached in my bag and checked my street legal splat gun loaded with sleepy time potion. There were twelve balls in the hopper. "I can't believe we left Cincinnati and wound up doing a run. I hope the local police won't be mad."

Ivy was dialing her cell phone. "I'm calling them now."

"I'm in.", said Jenks. Ivy left her cell phone open so the police knew what was going on. I opened the door just enough for Jenks to scout for us. He was back after a quick after a quick fly around.

"Four guys with automatic rifles holding six people hostage. Two more in the vault. I'll take the ones in the vault." Jenks touched the pommel of his Pixy steel sword. At only four inches high, it was easy to under estimate him.

Ivy turned to me. "Do you have plastic handcuffs to hold them with?"

I nodded, and we went into the bank. Ivy moved with vampire quickness and silence, and she was behind one of the gunmen before any of the others noticed.. Her katana was against his neck. I just walked in and shot the other hostage takers with my splat gun. They fell to the floor, sound asleep.

I could hear yelling from the vault. Obviously Jenks had pixed the two remaining bank robbers. The itchy dust would raise welts on their skin wherever it touched. The only help was salt water now or pink anti-itch cream after. Somehow I couldn't raise the sympathy for them as I took in the scared faces of the hostages.

I handed Ivy a strap and she cuffed her robber's hands together, kicking his gun away. I cuffed mine and took two more in for Jenks' prisoners. He was flying from one to the other, sword aimed at their eyes. I cuffed them, smirking as they tried to scratch the many places they had been pixed.

Back with the hostages, Ivy was helping a woman bandage her hand. It always amazed me how kind and gentle vampires were with the sick or injured. Some people were still crying. I waded in and comforted those I could.

Finally, I heard sirens and the police came in. The officer in charge was a handsome fellow with dark hair and eyes. I couldn't figure out his specie, and waggled my brows at Ivy to see if her superior sense of smell told her anything. She shrugged."Hey, did you have to kill them?" the policeman asked.

"They are just asleep. I put a sleep potion in my splat gun balls. Just dump salt water on them, or wait four hours..

"Oh, sorry. So, who are you?" I looked at his name tag. Officer Rizzoli. He was cute when he was frustrated.

"We are a private runner firm from Cincinnati. We heard the bank robbers and called it in, but they were taking hostages, so we went in."

"Private runners?, he asked. He was also cute when he was confused.

"You say Private detectives.", offered Ivy.

Jenks flew out, pushing his prisoners ahead of him. "Tink's contractual hell, you took long enough." The police officers' jaws dropped. You'd think they had never seen a Pixy before.

"Oh, sorry guys. I forgot there are no Pixies around here because New England winters are too damn cold."

Officer Rizzoli took charge before we turned his crime scene into a zoo. "I need to see your licence and I.D."

Ivy handed him her runner's licence and photo ID, and he took notes. "Vampiric Charms?", he asked. Ivy smiled to show her extended canines, still small because she's a living vampire.

I handed mine over next. "Rachel Morgan. Have I heard of you?"

"Well, we live and work in Ohio, so I doubt..."

"She did personal escort service for Trent Kalamack, and saved his ass when the boat they were on blew up. ", said Jenks. "It was on the news."

"Shut up, Jenks." I muttered so only he and Ivy could hear. I didn't need Rizzoli to look me up and find out all my other disasters.

Jenks took out his special folding ID and licence, all in one. It took Officer Rizzoli a while to unfold it. "That's clever. How did you talk the licensing office into not laminating it?"

"I showed them what it would do to me in a windstorm using a table fan.

I gave Officer Rizzoli points for laughing. I also sneaked a whiff of him when reclaiming my ID. Lavender and something...I looked at Jenks, who gave me a wing shrug."So, we need to interview you. Do you want to stay here, or come to Schroeder Plaza and see the Boston Police Department?" The way he looked at me made me nod. Ivy said yes and Jenks flew to my earing and said, "Oh no, you like him.", then voted yes.

The Boston Police Department Head Quarters was even more impressive than the FIB building in Cincy. It was a huge stone building that held not only the police offices, but Crime Scene Detection and a Morgue–all in the same place. And the vile orange plastic chairs were gone–replaced with real wooden chairs. They even had a cafeteria.

How did I learn all this? Because Officer Rizzoli took us on a tour as her interviewed each of us into the little tape recorder he got from his locker. I immediately decided he was a pretty clever guy. So, we met Erin at the BRIC, Korsak and Frost at the bullpen...Ivy and Frost bonded over computers, while Rizzoli scribbled a note and left it on the empty desk. Then we met Suzie Chang, Senior Criminologist in the morgue. About then Ivy and Jenks were giving each other the eye, and Jenks was on her shoulder conferring.

It was then that I discovered that our tour was also a search for Officer Rizzoli's sister, homicide Detective Jane Rizzoli, who was apparently in the cafeteria with a Doctor Isles.

TBC