Trust NoOne Chapter 1
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A/N: Co-authored by Solitarysoldier
Just about every cop hated the paperwork part of their job and Detective Jane Rizzoli was no different. A necessary evil, but also time consuming, annoying and many times defeating. She stared at the words she typed and wondered why. Why so much evil in the world. Why so much hate and anger. Why Cavenaugh was riding her about the paperwork, today of all days. She had so hoped the people of Boston would behave so she could quite possbily leave at a decent hour. It was important that she see Maura tonight. The last thing she wanted to do was cancel on Maura again.
Jane stared at the words she typed. She hated that the pefectly aligned letters showed no emotion as if there were no feelings involved with homicide. No sexual assault, no apparent robbery. Jane immediately ruled out robbery when she spotted the diamond that looked to be worth more than her salary still on the victim's finger. There was no known motive, no obvious suspects. Nothing.
She had spent all afternoon with Frost interviewing the victim's family. An ugly business no matter how it was approached or perceived. The defensive stand always the first barrier to break through. Questions were heard as accusations when the investigation was simply to learn the victims. Who they loved, who they hated, who hated them enough to kill them. She knew this case was going to require some old fashioned detective work, especially as the family wasn't very forthcoming in any way. That's what she was paid to do and that's what she would do...tomorrow.
Jane could feel her before she saw her and instinctively held her hand up to Maura. "Almost done."
"Rizzoli! You got a minute?" Sean Cavenaugh's voice was the last thing Jane wanted to hear as she typed faster.
"I'm almost done, sir. Just need to..."
"It's not a question. My office. Now Rizzoli!" Cavenaugh seemed pissed and Jane instantly got to her feet. The apologetic look she offered Maura held more disappointment than she had felt in quite some time.
"Go, Jane. I'll wait right here." Maura understood the nature of the business and she understood Jane wanted nothing more than to leave with her right then.
Jane rubbed her temples before heading into her captain's office. She tried to think of what it could possibly be that he needed her right then, but she knew better. The nature of the business said she'd never guess correctly anyway.
"Have a seat, Rizzoli." Cavenaugh closed the door just as Jane passed through it.
"I have nothing to say to you." Jane glared at Gabriel Dean.
"Then you'll listen." Cavenaugh returned to his seat on the other side of the desk, leaving Jane to take the seat next to Dean.
"Everytime he shows up, we have trouble here. I don't want it and I certainly don't need any more trouble." Jane pulled the chair further away from Dean before sitting. The look she gave her boss pleaded with him to understand. She read his response but she wasn't at all comforted by the fact that he did understand. His expression told her there was nothing he could do at his level.
"Jane, um, Detective Rizzoli. The FBI requests your assistance on a case. It isn't exactly a request but the compensation will be worth it, especially if there is a successful apprehension." Gabriel Dean knew there was bad blood between the two of them, but he was always about business first. He had business here in Boston and the FBI needed Detective Rizzoli.
"Captain, I have an ongoing case that is going to require..."
"Your partner can handle it with Korsak. Jane, my hands are tied on this. The chief of detectives has already agreed and you are now property of the FBI." Cavenaugh looked as disgusted as Jane felt.
"I'm property of the feds? Son of a bitch! You're loving this aren't you, Dean." Jane was on her feet, not caring that the chair fell over backwards in her haste. "Why me? Can you at least tell me that?"
Gabriel pulled a few pictures from his inside coat pocket, handing a selected one to Jane. "Her name was changed to Elena Rosa when she was relocated here to Boston."
Jane stared at the blond woman but didn't recognize her at all. "I don't know her."
"You wouldn't. She was brought here from Colombia. Her and her son Tommy." Gabriel handed Jane another photo, this one of a young boy who looked to be about eight years old. Jane stared at the photo of the young boy. She felt his eyes pull at her through the photo. She recognized those eyes and wished Agent Dean would just cut to the chase.
"Who are they and what do they have to do with me?" Jane's impatience was showing and she didn't care. She didn't ask for nor want this assignment and she could already tell that wouldn't change at any time.
Gabriel handed Jane a third photo and this was of Elena with dark hair in a different setting. Jane shook her head at the resemblence to herself. She then looked at Tommy's picture again and knew now why she felt she recognized the eyes. "Have you ever heard of Hector Chavez? He runs a huge drug cartel out of South America and has been impossible to capture. We now have an opportunity."
"So why homicide? Shouldn't narcotics be dealing with this. Go use one of their detectives." Jane was ready to do anything but resign to get out of this assignment and she still wasn't clear as to what they were asking of her.
Gabriel stood to match Jane's height so that he was sure she understood what he was telling her. "Hector Chavez is a rapist and a murder. Often his victims are American women. Elena Rosa was a victim of his and Tommy is his son."
Jane walked toward the window, refusing to respond right away. The silence that followed suggested that both Cavenaugh and Agent Dean knew Jane needed time to process what she was being told. "Is Chavez his real name...sounds kinda like a common drug lord name or something."
"Probably not." Gabriel was quick to answer almost as if he expected the question. "It's what we know him as though."
"If Tommy is his son, what right do we have to keep him from him?" Jane knew there were pieces missing still. She looked back in time to see the quick glance Dean shot Cavenaugh. "What?"
"Chavez wants his son. He has other children, many from the rapes he committed, many American. He wants Tommy and we believe he knows he is here...in Boston." Gabriel waited for he knew how Rizzoli's brain worked.
"What makes you believe that? Somebody tip him off?" Jane stared Gabriel down beginning to see where this was going.
"Yes. There's always at least one weak link in every operation. Chavez found ours and was able to pay off an agent to give up the boy's location." Dean looked from Rizzoli to Cavenaugh and then back to Jane. "He then killed him."
"Where's Tommy's mother?" Jane was no stranger to asking questions and she would ask as many as she needed. The way she saw it that was the least Gabriel Dean could do for her now.
"She's dead, Jane. She was sick which I believe is why she chose now to escape from under Chavez. She wanted to get Tommy away from his father so he had a chance. He's a smart kid, I suppose he has to be." Gabriel handed the picture of Tommy back to Jane. He had caught her reaction when she first looked at him and knew she wouldn't be able to not help this kid.
Jane stared hard at Gabriel. "What was Tommy's name before they were relocated?"
"Tommy. It's too confusing for a kid to change his name and remember to go by the new one."
Jane looked for a long few moments at the picture of the smiling boy. How could something so sweet come from such hate, such violence. "What do you need me to do?"
Gabriel motioned for Jane to sit and when she did he began. "The resemblence between you and Elena Rosa is amazing, Jane. Chavez's men would have a hard time believing you were not her. Chavez will come for the boy and we intend to apprehend him when he does."
"So, I am bait. Hell no." Jane looked to Cavenaugh who refused to look her in the eye.
"He doesn't know Elena is dead. He will come for the boy and we will have agents following your every move." Gabriel knew Jane didn't trust the FBI. He knew she didn't trust him. "Jane, this boy is counting on you."
"If I refuse? This is a dangerous undercover assignment. Surely I should have a say. Captain?" Jane hated that Tommy was in danger, but she also knew these things never went as planned.
"It's a direct order, Rizzoli. You refuse, you give up your shield." Cavenaugh's voice only mirrored Rizzoli's defeated stance.
"And what happens when something goes wrong? It's the FBI, something always goes wrong, Agent Dean. What then? Chavez kills me? My gold shield won't do me much good then will it?" Jane was angry, so angry that she found herself in such an impossible position.
Jane looked up at Cavenaugh who had also gotten to his feet. "Jane, I don't like this any more than you do. I have been threatened with my career as well. You have the evening to think about it. Report here at seven a m sharp ready to proceed or ready to resign. You're dismissed."
Jane stared at her captain in disbelief. She knew realistically his hands were tied as well, but she couldn't help but feel he was throwing her to the wolves. Jane let her gaze fall onto Gabriel. "They'll kill me if you fuck up. We all know what happened last time you chased down one of the FBI's most wanted."
"I know this is hard, Jane, but you have to trust me...trust us to have your back. It's an operation, not a solo assignment." Gabriel tried to touch Jane's arm but she pulled away.
"Yeah, I'll try to remember that." Jane glanced back at her captain before storming out of the office. She briefly locked eyes with Maura and knew she needed to get outside before the anger and helplessness consumed her.
Xxxxxxxx
Jane barely looked up once as she recited virtually the whole conversation to Maura while they waited for their food at the Robber. Jane didn't know why she even ordered, her appetite destroyed simply by seeing Gabriel Dean again. She could only wonder what thoughts were going through Maura's head.
"It sounds like you have no choice but to trust them, Jane. I mean after all, it is the FBI and they must have a plan in place for anything that could go wrong."
"The FBI is the reason I shot your father and he is sitting in prison right now." Jane did look up then and saw the way her words affected Maura. "They're the reason a part of you still hates me."
Maura kept her eyes on Jane even though she seemed to have no response at first. "My father is sitting in prison because he was a wanted criminal. There is not a part of me that still hates you. I really don't think I could ever hate you, Jane."
Jane smiled even though her heart ached with Maura's words. Seeing Agent Dean again instantly brought back the pain that was shared between herself and Maura. She had shot Paddy Doyle, a deserving mobster, but also Maura's father. He had admitted to Maura from his hospital bed that he would have shot Jane first had she not got her shot off quicker. It should have been a satisfying confession for Jane but it was anything but.
"What are you going to do?" Maura's voice interrupted Jane's thoughts and she stared deep into Maura's eyes. She could remember how it hurt to have Maura mad at her and she knew how it had hurt her as well.
"I don't have a choice. I go undercover as Tommy's mother and lure the bad guys so the FBI can get the collar and look like heros. Agent Dean will thank me with a handshake...that's it...and head back to where he came from until the next time he wants to screw with my career or my life for that matter." Jane stared at the food that was placed in front of her, opting for the cold beer that was delivered instead.
Maura kept her eyes on Jane. She was nervous, agitated and angry. She was keeping a stiff stance but she was so very scared. Maura could see it in Jane's eyes and hear it in her voice. She was trying to hide her fear for Maura's sake and Maura didn't have the heart to tell her how bad she was failing.
"I know you're scared, Jane. Who wouldn't be." Maura reached out and touched Jane's hand. " You and Agent Dean have a history. I am sure he will not let anything happen to you."
"Dean is all about the job, Maura. He betrayed me at that warehouse so he could get his hands on Doyle. He got him, didn't he?" Jane was indeed angry still and she felt no need to hide that from Maura. "I am expendable to him if it means he will get his hands on Chavez."
Maura wished there was something she could do to help Jane. She truly was in a lose-lose situation unless the operation went smoothly. Maura liked to be optimistic, Jane knew better not to be.
