Long Way Around

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles do not belong to me. No infringement intended and no profit will be made from their use.

A/N: This is my offering for a Post Season 2 finale story. It will be multi-chapter, although I'm not sure how many chapters. If you have read my other stories you know that I am all about Rizzles, but it may take awhile to get there.

Jane sat in the corner of the surgical waiting room. Dean was in surgery for the gunshot wound to his leg. Jane had told the nurses that she was Boston police and Dean's fiance so that they would keep her up to date on his condition and she would be able to see him. He wasn't in serious danger, just a little tissue and muscle damage. Which was good because Jane fully intended to throttle him as soon as she got the chance and didn't want him to be incapacitated in any way when she did it.

That was her excuse for sitting in this waiting room. Anger. Anger at Gabriel Fucking Dean for setting in motion this whole chain of events. Anger that she actually slept with this asshole and then she trusted him enough to reveal information that could have put Maura in danger. He said he wasn't following her, so he must have followed either Doyle or Maura to the warehouse. Either way, Jane asked him not to do anything until she gave the okay and he went after Doyle anyway. If Dean hadn't been there in the warehouse things could have turned out so differently.

Jane should have been with Maura, or with Constance, or even with Doyle. Instead she was sitting alone without one fucking clue what she was supposed to do. Jane didn't understand why Maura was so angry with her. Jane wasn't trying to kill Doyle but she was trying to do her job. Doyle was a criminal. He was a murderer responsible for countless murders. Maura had never shown anything other than anger and disgust towards her sperm donor until today.

Jane's phone was turned off. She didn't want to talk to Cavanaugh, or Korsak, or Frankie, or the FBI or whoever else was probably trying to find her. She just wanted to sit here and be angry for as long as she able to before the rest of fucking life caught up with her.

Maura sat next to her mother's hospital bed. Patrick Doyle was in surgery in the same hospital. When the EMT's arrived at the warehouse, Maura directed them to take Doyle here because it was the highest level trauma center in the city and the one in which Maura had the most connections. Maura was able to stay updated on his condition despite the wall of police officers and FBI agents outside his room. The fight over which agency got to claim responsibility for arresting Doyle had already begun, despite the fact that his chances of survival were extremely low. Maura didn't know and didn't care to which hospital Agent Dean was transported.

Constance was eating dinner that Maura had brought her from a nearby cafe. She was much more lucid than earlier in the day when Doyle had been here in her room. Maura hadn't told Constance about Doyle getting shot yet. She needed some answers from her first and was contemplating how to start. Maura was jolted from her thoughts by her mother's voice.

"Maura, darling, are you okay?"

Maura took a deep breath and began, "Earlier today, when you woke up, you asked if Patrick was here. I don't want you to try to lie to me or hide anything from me right now, so I will just tell you that I know who Patrick Doyle is and he was here earlier today when you were sleeping."

"How?" was all Constance said in return.

"There was a man who was murdered about a year ago and we didn't have any identification for him. When I ran his DNA through our database he came up as a match to me. He was my half-brother. I met Patrick then and I learned who he was. Before today I had only seen him one other time since then."

Constance was confused. "Why are we talking about this now? What's happened?"

"The car that hit you...it wasn't an accident. He was trying to hit me."

"Patrick-" Constance started.

Maura shook her head. "The hit and run wasn't related to him. I found evidence that the fire at the warehouse we were investigating was arson. The person who set the fire was trying to kill me, but we didn't know who it was. We set a trap for him that involved thinking he found me alone in the warehouse. Patrick must have followed me to protect me. If he hadn't been there I might have been killed. Jane and Frost were also there, but they may not have been able to protect me in time. There was also an FBI agent at the warehouse."

Maura winced involuntarily, knowing that Jane told Agent Dean about her connection to Doyle. She still didn't know how Dean ended up at the warehouse, but if he hadn't been there things probably would have gone a lot differently. "Patrick was shot. He's in surgery right now. I don't know if he's going to make it."

"Darling," Constance started but didn't know what to say.

"Why was he here visiting you? He seemed to really know you. I don't understand."

"Patrick loves you. He gave you up for adoption because he wanted to protect you from him and from his life. That's why it was a private adoption, so it couldn't be traced to him. But he was involved in the adoption process. He wanted to make sure you went to the right people. He wanted to make sure you had the life he couldn't give you. And he also wanted to make sure he would be able to get information about you as you grew up."

"He had pictures of me," Maura said.

Constance nodded. "We gave him pictures and updates on your achievements. We told him about graduations and other events. He was always so proud of you. Maura, you've never asked about your biological parents before."

Maura struggled to hold back her tears. "I didn't want to upset you. You and father are my parents and I would never think any differently. But biology undeniably plays a part in the people we are. I can't help but be curious about what traits I get from my biological parents." Maura paused and said more quietly, "What do you know about my biological mother?"

"She was so young. Patrick was determined to protect you. She didn't want to give you up, but she was also proud and stubborn. She was about to start college and couldn't afford to raise you on her own but she wouldn't take Patrick's money. We sent her pictures and updates, just like we did to Patrick, but after a few years she asked us not to. It was too painful for her. We don't know where she is now."

"What's her name?" Maura asked.

"Hope."

There was a knock on the door. Maura hastily wiped the tears from eyes and face and said "Come in," expecting to see a nurse enter.

Instead a man in a dark suit came into the room. "Dr. Maura Isles?"

"Yes?" Maura answered.

He flashed his badge and said, "The FBI has some questions for you. Would you please come with me?"