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"Please don't leave. Not now."

Alex looked at the girl in front of her with wide grey eyes. She knew it was too late, but she couldn't help those words escape her lips. She knew how screwed up her life was, she knew that what she kept asking Piper was too much. She wanted to believe. She wanted to believe that love, for once, would be enough. But it wasn't. it wasn't anymore. looking into Piper's beautiful blue eyes, Alex knew. Her mother was dead, gone forever. And now, with Piper, she was losing what was left of her mental – and physical – health. She closed her eyes as the beautiful blonde walked out of her room – and out of her life.

The memory is too vivid in Alex's mind. The feelings replay too strong in her body, as the scene happened just yesterday, as she was still in Paris, still broken, still abandoned. But she is not in Paris. She is in Boston… Why again? It's always like that lately. Heroin messes up with her mind, there are days in which she has to fight hard to keep her focus. And now, focus is completely gone. As soon as that blonde walked into the room, Alex's focus was out of the window. And one name sounded in her head. Piper. But the blonde was not Piper. And she was not, well, her blonde was just not right. But the woman reminded Alex of Piper. She was wearing ripped jeans and a white t-shirt. And those legs… Fuck. Focus. Boston. If only Kubra knew how fucked up her mind was, he would not have sent her there. She has always been good at her job, fucking good, and Kubra trusted her. Even when he shouldn't. Even when she broke up with girls whose name she didn't remember, and about whom she didn't give a shit about. Even when she went back to using. Every time it was the same. The same feeling of loneliness and abandon filled her tall body. And the same name bounced in her mind, every single fucking time: Piper. The same scene replayed in her mind, and time after time Alex felt sick. She felt so sick, the answer was one: drug. Heroin, it helped. It took Alex's mind far away, and she didn't have to think or suffer anymore. But heroin screwed up. It screwed up even the best. Heroin was the reason Josh was dead. Heroin was the reason Alex stepped in, and heroin was probably the reason that hot blonde just entered the bar.

24 hours earlier.

"Jane, I don't think that's a healthy breakfast choice." Maura pointed her manicured finger to her friend's peanut butter sandwich.

"Maura, I think you care way too much about what I eat."

Jane took one last bite of her sandwich and took a long sip of her coffee. They were walking side by side in an early autumn morning.

"Excuse me I've always cared about…" Jane interrupted her friend with a wave of the hand. She quickly led the way into one of Boston's night clubs. Her coffee was getting cold.

"It's not my fault that drug dealers decide to die in the middle of the night. This is all I had in my fridge." Jane smiled, spotting Frankie and Korsak.

"Why does that not surprise me."

"What doesn't surprise you, Doc?" Korsak inquired as the two approached the crime scene.

Jane rolled her eyes and looked for the victim, while Maura started a long speech about her eating habits.

"I eat at your house most of the times anyways, Maura. Leave my only unhealthy breakfast of the month alone. Now would someone please tell me what is going on here?" Jane looked insistently at the older Sergeant, the hint of a smile on her lips. Deep down she loved having someone that cared so deeply about her every day.

"Sure. Josh Harris, 23. Was found here this morning by the cleaning lady. She tried to open the bathroom door and his legs were… hum… in the way."

Jane was listening closely, and Maura couldn't help but notice the shift in the air around Jane as the actual age of the victim was revealed.

"And why did the cops mention drugs?" She asked, looking at Maura as she gracefully examined the young boy's pale body.

"Three bullets appear to have entered the skull, there are no exit wounds. Body is still warm, time of death is around 2, 3 am." Maura informed.

Korsak nodded and looked over at Frankie, who joined the little group in the bathroom of one of the most notorious Clubs in Boston.

"We assumed the guy was a drug dealer giving that we found that in his pockets." Korsak explained pointing at Frankie's hands. Jane's younger brother was holding three packages, the letter H scribbled on top of two of them, and L on the other.

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"You wanted to see me?" Jane asked opening the door to Maura's office, later that same day.

"Oh hello, Jane. Yes, please follow me." The doctor led the tall detective to the morgue, where Josh's body laid on a cold autopsy table.

"You finally have a cause of death? Let me guess, was is a knife? Or a bat? No, no, I know. Someone shot him!" Jane grinned at her friend, grabbing the papers Maura was holding her.

"Close. But not enough. The guy ODed Jane. There were high levels of both heroin and LSD in his system when he was shot."

Jane frowned and stared at Maura with a questioning look.

"So whoever shot him knew already that he was dead?" She asked.

"Most likely, yes. I can not tell you exactly how long passed between overdose and shots, but not a long time anyway. Thirty, fourthly minutes max."

Jane let the new information sink and looked at the body on the table.

"What's wrong Jane?" Maura asked, patting her friend's shoulder. She could feel something was on the brunette's mind, something that was deeply bothering her.

"I don't know Maura. He's so young. And he had so much with him." Jane closed her eyes and let her friend's soft touch comfort her.

"Oh yes about that. The preliminary results came back, there is no further need of analysis. The packages were heroin and LSD. Big amounts."

"Dealer amounts?" Jane kept her eyes closed.

"I assume this is the reason why we woke up to the call that a drug dealer was found dead."

"I do not appreciate the humor, Maura."

Maura squeezed Jane's arm and smiled.

"I'm sorry. I know it has not been an easy day. Would you like to go out for dinner?"

Jane shook her head no, and finally opened her dark eyes.

"What about something to drink? I have some things I want to fill you in with."

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"So he was probably there last night to see someone, to sell some stuff. What happened instead is that he used too much, probably. Wasn't feeling well, went to the bathroom, dropped dead on the floor. But why would someone come in and shoot him?" Jane was replaying the events in her head for the umpteenth time that evening. Her latest beer almost empty, her best friend seated across the table sipping her usual red wine.

"There's something you still did not ask yourself, Jane."

"Like what?"

Maura smiled and rested her hands on the table.

"Did you not notice? The guy had three packages with him, and he wrote on top of them what was inside. H, for heroin, L for LSD." Maura casually pointed out.

"You mean, we have a rookie here?"

Maura shrugged and took her wine glass in her hands.

"I don't mean anything Jane, I am just reminding you what we saw. And you were the one to notice how young the boy looked before."

Jane sighed.

"It really bothers me that these days more and more people fall into the drug circle. Young people." Jane took her head in her hands.

"Jane, stop it. You can't do anything about that. And seriously you had too much to drink tonight. Let's go."

"I'm fine, Maura, seriously." Jane leaned on her friend, not even trying to pretend she wasn't inebriated by alcohol.

Jane complained about young people and drugs the whole ride home, and Maura listened without speaking. Most of the times she could not even comprehend what her friend wanted to tell her. Something was off with Jane, and she really believed the detective was having an hard time with the case.

From what she shared with her, they had no background information about Josh. He was just a young boy that one day had to sell some heroin and ended up dead. Just another day at the office for Jane. But the boy was incredibly young, that Maura had noticed too. Jane was quiet for some time, and as Maura turned to check on her, she found her friend's lids closed, her breathing steady. She changed direction and headed to her own home.

"Come on, Jane. Time for bed." She opened the door of the car and grabbed Jane's shoulder.

"I'm awake. Sorry." Maura slipped her hand around Jane's thin waist and led her to the main door. She was glad Jane did not question their being at her house.

Jane followed inside and accepted the glass of water Maura handed her. She felt dizzy and tired, the weight of the day on her small shoulders. The weight of criminals and dead, the weight of things too big for her.

"It's fine to feel this way, Jane. Tomorrow it will be better. You know this is why I always say we should not discuss work in the evening."

Jane just grunted, laid on Maura's comfortable couch and waited for the blonde to leave the room.

Maura decided not to give voice to her concerns and leaned into Jane instead, kissing her forehead.

"Please drink some water." She said before heading to her room.

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Josh was not the first dead Alex knew about. There was another, a long time ago. Alex could not focus entirely on the memory. It was… Paris. Fahri. Fahri was dead. Aydin had also killed Fahri in Paris. Paris. Piper. Fuck. She had not thought about Piper in... Alex wished with all her heart to say years, months, even weeks would be good.

But the truth was, she hasn't thought about Piper in three days. A record? Probably not. The fucking bitch.

Alex cursed, looking for the night mask she always kept in her bag. She didn't care what happened, all she care about was that she was high as fuck, and she had a nine hours flight to Boston to regain control. She looked at her watch, but was not able to figure out what time it was.

God, she was starting to hate Europe. So fucking far from everything, too fucking forward with time. Hadn't Europe been so far, maybe she could have stepped in and helped Josh earlier, as soon as she knew he didn't bring the deal to an end. She could have stopped Adyin, she could have gone to Boston and end the deal herself. Instead, here she was, leaving Europe on a plane, 24 hours later Josh's death.

Alex liked Josh. He was young, yes, but brilliant. Super smart. But he had a flaw. He was in love. He was in love with this beautiful girl, Amy, that reminded Alex too much of Piper. Amy, differently than Piper, had left Josh as soon as she knew he was into the drug cartel. He then started using, a few months earlier. Kubra did not notice, at time, mostly because Alex covered for him. She knew how he felt, and couldn't help but empathize with he was always grateful. Until he had to leave Europe, for an important deal in Boston.

Alex tried to step in and offer herself, but Kubra wanted Josh to have his first big role in the company. The boy was dead one hour after Kubra discovered he didn't close the deal. The phone call to Alex arrived just later the next day, along with a note from Aydin. He was in Boston, waiting for her to finish the job.

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"Alex."

"Aydin."

The two greeted each other. Like old friends, like people that do not share anything, except for work. They greeted each other, as if Alex did not witness a murder and did not know about the other one. She knew Aydin shot Josh, just as he did with Fahri in Paris. In the head, probably. Cold hearted. The tall woman followed the man outside the airport and inside a car.

"As you know someone screwed up last night."

Someone. He was not even acknowledging Josh's being a person. But it was always like this with new people. Either you fit in from the beginning, or you were an outsider for the rest of the ride. And Josh never fit in. He was too young, his heart was too innocent and filled with love. This is what Alex learned in her years without Piper. You don't let anyone control your life as Piper did. As Amy did for Josh. The only difference was the Josh now was dead. And Alex had to handle the shit he left behind.

Alex nodded, trying to follow Adyin's speech. He was handing her a package, a bright red H scribbled on top of it.

"This is it. Kubra rescheduled for tonight, same club. Police found Josh this morning but have nothing to keep the club closed. No need to say you have to be extra careful, Vause. Shit's dangerous right now."

Alex did not spoke a word. She didn't want to know anything about the police. She didn't want to know why Kubra choose the exact same club, when it was possible that after Josh's death it could have been full of cops. She did not question any decision, but the one of putting a big package of heroin in the hands of a boy who needed to write Hs on top of it to remember its content.

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The day started very slowly at BPD. Jane held to her coffee as it was her reason of life, as she told Korsak and Frankie what she and Maura discussed the previous night about the case.

"I thought one of the rules between you and the doctor was not to speak of work when you go out." Korsak grinned looking at Jane's face.

"We don't have rules, what the…"

"Maybe we should, given how wasted you got last night." Maura choose that exact moment to enter the room, waving at Korsak and Frankie. She then handed a glass of water to Jane and took the coffee cup from her hands. With a death glare, she stopped any complaints from Jane's mouth.

"What's important now, is that we find out shot Harris, and why, when he was clearly already dead in the bathroom." Frankie smiled at his sister's attempt of shifting the attention from her actions.

"I think I can help you. The lab was examining Harris's clothes, and they found a secret pocket inside the jacket he was wearing. The pocket was ripped by a sharp tool, and traces of heroin were found on the fabric, along with this." As she spoke, Maura showed the detectives a little crumbled picture of a young and smiling red head girl. Jane grabbed the picture from Maura's hands and studied it.

"Look behind it." Maura suggested.

"Think about what you are doing." Jane read out loud the words in the back of the ruined picture.

Jane and Maura shared a look.

"Frankie, where did you find the packages Josh was carrying on the crime scene?" Jane asked.

"Jeans pockets. Why, do you think there was more?"

"If it was more, it could explain the shots. Boy goes to the club to sell, ODs, doesn't finish the job. Someone finds out, sends a third to get the package, who doesn't know there's more and that the boy was using. he finds the boy dead, shots him anyway, rips the pocket and gets the heroin." As Korsak spoke, the whole group tried to follow him. Jane's eyes were squeezed, and Maura's arms folded on her stomach.

Frankie wrote some notes and hang a white paper on the glass wall.

'Killer' it read. It was placed right above Josh's picture. Then, another one, on top of the 'killer' one.

'Boss'.

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"I don't get it. Why would they not know he had extra heroin and LSD with him? It's a huge mistake. Now we know there's drugs behind the murder. They could have just left it at overdose when they found him. they are exposing themselves too much." Jane was leaning into Josh's body on Maura's table.

"Tell me what you really think, Jane." Maura told her friend, without raising her eyes from some test results she just got.

"The picture got me. The girl. The words, think about what you are doing. He was a rookie, Maura, and this girl knew something was on. But why would a picture be crumbled?"

"They broke up?" Maura suggested.

"Thank you, Maura. Care to tell me how to find her too?"

Maura raised her eyes and looked plain at Jane.

"I am sorry." The detective apologized, walking towards Maura. "It just makes me so angry."

Maura smiled, one of those smiles that never failed to make Jane feel better, feel like everything was going to be alright eventually. One of those smiles that told Jane that she was a good detective, that she was going to find who did it.

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Alex stepped into the club, and the loud music instantly reached her ears. She looked around and spotted a cop, not very well hidden in a corner. There was just one fucking way she was going to make it through that night. Carefully, she reached in her pocket and patted the little package she had for herself. The bigger one was safe into the secret pocket that, when you were working for one Mr. Kubra Balik, every jacket had.

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"Maura, this is the worst idea ever. I hate it when you go undercover with me." Jane snapped, ready to turn the car and head to the precinct, where Maura would be safe, with Korsak.

"Jane. Nina and Frankie will be there too. It's going to be fine, I promise. I won't do anything, I will just follow you and look for the girl."

Jane knew she was right. She has always been the best at identifying people, and Jane needed her. She needed Maura next to her on the field, just as much as she needed Nina in a van close to the club, Frankie dressed as an uniform hidden in a corner and Korsak at the precinct, investigating. This was her team, as unconventional as it could be.

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Alex's mind started to spin, a familiar feeling that made the tall woman feel more at ease. She looked around in the VIP area, where she was supposed to meet this guy in… She glanced quickly at her watch, but could not focus on the numbers. Fuck, again? She walked to the little private bar in the room and asked for two tequila shots, hoping they would help. She was about to bring the second glass to her lips when the blonde woman entered the room. Alex could immediately tell she did not belong. She had something about her… A name sounded into her head. Piper.

"Please don't leave. Not now."

Alex quickly downed her shot and brought her eyes back to the blonde woman. Her eyes were sparkling with the lights, her honey blonde hair surrounded her sweet face and her legs. Fuck, those legs. She walked to the bar and ordered a tequila shot for herself.

"Tequila huh?" Alex said out loud, focusing on the blonde's lips. The blonde woman looked at her confused, and Alex smiled. She knew her smile was powerful. Particularly with this kind of women. Straight women, curious women. Alex could already tell a great deal about this woman, without even knowing her name. she could read her body's reaction as Alex closed the distance between them and asked for a third tequila shot.

"I'm here with my best friend and she definitely doesn't have to know about this. Hence I'm in the VIP area, while she thinks I'm in the bathroom." The honey blonde spoke too quickly for Alex's inebriated mind, but she smiled anyway. She pushed her shot towards the blonde and winked.

Alex followed the woman's actions as she brought the small glass to her lips, smelled the alcohol, drank the liquid and then slammed the glass back on the counter. The tall woman laughed out loud.

"So what did you go out for, if you have to pretend to be in the bathroom to drink?" Alex asked, leaning into the blonde's ear. She could see the goose bumps on the blonde woman's neck.

"I'm working." The other answered, avoiding Alex's eyes. "And you?" She asked after a bit.

"I am too." Alex answered.

The two stared into each other's eyes for a bit. Alex's mind was pumping hard, her sight was obfuscated and her heart screamed one name only: Piper. But this woman was not Piper. No one would ever be like Piper, not ever. And Piper was gone long ago. She stretched her hand towards the blonde.

"Alex." She said, inviting.

"Maura." The honey blonde woman answered, taking Alex's hand and following her towards the dance floor.