Jane didn't join Torchwood with anything other than eyes wide open. It wasn't a secret, after all, that both her predecessors, Toshiko and Ester, had been killed while on the job. Nor was it a secret that all Torchwood members died young; thus was the nature of their work. And what crazy and completely insane work it was. Nothing like her days back in Boston and she was grateful for that. Grateful that she could completely immerse herself in her work and nobody cared because they were all guilty of the same thing; Jack most of all. Here she could forget about everything and everybody because there was more important things to think about like who was going to try and kill them next or who was paying for the next round at the bar down the street; that seemed to be the most thought about. It didn't escape her notice that the tight knit little group accepted her with open arms and within days of her recruitment included her as family. And for the first time in months she felt alive.

"Screw you!" Gwen hissed at Rex as she pushed herself out of her chair and marched away from the smirking black man.

Raising an eyebrow Jane looked up from her computer screen. "You do that on purpose." She gently chided the former CIA Agent. He had tried and failed miserably to first intimidate and then irritate her. Having grown up with two younger brothers enabled her to ignore his childish cries for attention easily.

"I can't help it if she can't take a joke." Rex said as he tossed his mini basketball into the air and caught it.

Jane shook her head. "Stop joking about her kid and maybe she'll laugh a little more." She pointed out and went back to the report she was writing.

Rex snorted as he tossed the ball again. "You've been spending way too much time with Jack. You're seriously starting to sound like him." He jabbed.

"Better to sound like Jack than a giant ass." Jane added but didn't look up this time.

Before Rex could retort Jack emerged from his office. "Didn't I tell you that Anwen was off limits? Gwen is having a hard enough time as it is without you adding to it." He paused to give the other man a glare. "Now go home and I don't want to see you back here until Monday." He turned towards Jane's work station. "Rizzoli my office." With that said he turned and disappeared back inside.

"Something I should know about Rizzoli?" Rex questioned smugly as he gathered his things and headed for the exit.

Jane stood, thought for a moment, then whipped the smirking Rex off before following after Jack. Rex's laugh followed her. "Reports almost done." She told her boss as she lowered herself into one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk; her joints ached more than ever.

"Take your time." Jack told her seriously then sighed. He was the only one on the team that knew Jane Rizzoli's story. Sure Gwen knew more than Rex since she and Jane had taken an automatic liking to each other but only he knew the real reason she was on the bridge the night she stumbled into their world. A stumble that lead to not only her recruitment but also of her leaving her old life behind. He picked up a folder off his cluttered desk and tossed it to her. "Six months ago a teenager was found in the middle of the local park. His body was so mangled that they still haven't found an ID. The M.E. made a note in the file that his wounds were consistent with a meat grinder. Then three months ago another teen, a girl this time, was found in the family pool. Same wounds and no sign of break-in." He leaned back in his chair. "Yesterday police pulled another one out of the river."

"You think it's Reaver?" Jane asked as she scanned over the file taking in only the important information and disregarding everything else.

Jack fought back a grin at her perceptiveness. "Fits his style and he did say we hadn't seen the end of him."

Reaver was a monster, no other way to describe him, that Torchwood ran into a year ago up in Maine. He had taken to entering people's houses in the middle of the night and killing their children in the most gruesome way possible. When the police couldn't catch him Torchwood moved in. He managed to kill another twelve year old, a girl, in the middle of the school playground before they caught him; bringing his total to seven. But during transport back to Torchwood's office in New York he managed to overpower them and escape. Two days later Gwen received a call from him promising that he wasn't finished and that she should keep an eye on her little girl. That very day Jane and Jo, her dog, moved in with the distraught single mother and that was that. Until now.

"He's escalated from Maine." Jane pointed out. "The park and river are crimes of convenience but the house….the house took planning. That's the one that's important to him."

"That's why we're driving down on Monday to take a look." Jack told her.

Jane closed the folder and laid it back on the desk. It didn't escape her notice as to where these horrendous crimes were being committed. "I haven't been back there in two years."

Jack pulled open his desk drawer and removed a bottle of whiskey. He unscrewed the top and took a swig before passing it to Jane. "You can run for as long or as far as you want but the pain never goes away."

"No it doesn't." Jane took a swig and passed it back. "But it does offer time for the wounds to heal and scar over." She rubbed her hands absentmindedly. "And I've made peace with what happened." It was the truth. "I'll tell Gwen to pack extra clothes for Annie." With that said she stood and left.

"But peace doesn't always last long." Jack told the empty room. He took a moment to look at the many pictures scattered around on his desk, shelves, and anywhere that would hold them. Some were of him and his Cardiff team; Owen, Ianto and Tosh were smiling cheekily from several of the pictures on the wall. Gwen and little Anwen, his goddaughter, looked at him from others. There was a single one of Ester sitting solitary on a bookcase shelf. And finally on the corner of his desk sat his current team; current family. This was more dysfunctional than all the others. Rex just didn't seem to fit in and yet….he did in an odd way. He was the older brother that everyone hated but was obliged to love just because he was family. Then there was Jane. She was nothing more than a lost soul when they met. She had been functioning as barely a shell of her former self. Took weeks for her to open up to him about losing her best friend because she had shot her father. It didn't take much on his part to sell her on a change of scenery; it was something she so desperately needed. Next to the last was Gwen. Only one left of the original team and still fiercely loyal to him. She was a little more ragid around the edges than when the picture had been taken but still the same. The death of Rhys, car accident of all things, left her as lost as Jane had been. Probably why they were such close friends. Last person in the picture, right in the very center, was him. His girls on either side of him with Anwen, or Annie as Jane calls her, perched on his shoulders. After Ianto died he didn't think life would be worth it ever again. Then came Miracle Day and it kind of put things into perspective. His team was his family. And families protected each other. So when they drove down to Boston they'd close ranks around Jane, even Rex, because that's what families did.