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Boston's Dark Knight: Chapter One

"Kids…" my mother spoke to us all "you're father and I are… going to be away for a while… for marriage counselling."

"Uhuh, okay Ma." We all seemed to say as our thumbs flew across the controls rapidly. My two brothers continued to focus on the game, while what my mother had just said only started to sink into my mind later on in my life.

Twenty three years later

"Divorce?" I breathed the words out, I couldn't believe it. Those words I never would have thought would affect me… just did.

And far more ways than one.

"Hey Maur." I called out into the colourful office in the Boston Police Department's Medical examiner's office.

"Jane." The stunning doctor replied "how's the case going? Any progress on the leads for the John Doe?"

I couldn't help but smile at the woman, my best friend, and what I daren't say aloud- my soul mate, the woman who was always there for me. Despite everything we've been through, our friendship remains as solid as a rock.

"Na, it was a dead end. Apparently John Foster had died over two years ago in a car accident, drink driver. You got anything on ballistics?"

"Susie's running it now."

I was about to continue the conversation, but my cell phones chime interrupted what I was about to say. The sound of chimes continued to echoed around the office until I pressed the accept call button.

"Rizzoli." I stated.

I looked at Maura, and I knew that she was confused. Usually when one phone goes off, the other goes off as well, but this clearly wasn't the case.

"Jane, its Frost. You… you need to come down here."

The sound of my mother's wails in the background, something was seriously wrong.

"Frost! What's wrong!?" I shouted down the phone.

"Jane, please just get to the café."

"Ok…" I accepted defeat of not knowing what was wrong, until I acted "I'll be there right now."

"Maura, we gotta go. Something's up." I said, staring my phone in confusion. I sprinted out of the office, praying that Maura could keep up.

I leaped up the stairs as fast as my legs could carry me, I could feel the blood pumping round my body as adrenaline rushed through the blood.

I burst onto the ground floor, looking round to see where my mother was. I spotted her sitting on a chair, with several people comforting her. But then… My mother lifted her head, and our eyes locked.

Never before have I seen my mother's eyes so… deprived of love, happiness… hope. They were now filled with tears.

"Janie," I saw her mouth to me across the room.

I ran over towards her, as police escorts moved aside.

"Ma, what's wrong?" I begged to know, my voice croaking.

I watched her hand creep towards the paper sitting on the table. I picked it up and looked at it.

It was a picture of my father, Frank Senior Rizzoli.

As I read on, I realized I knew this paper form all too well.

"Dear Mrs Angela Rizzoli…" My eyes widened… "Identify the body…" I finished off.

"Janie…" My mother started "This can't be true, can it? I know he was a sleaze-ball and a jerk. But there- it just can't! Why would anyone want to murder your father?" My mother begged for answers I didn't have.

Or should I have? A detective… investigating the murder of her own father.

"Jane?" The voice behind me seemed to call me like an angel.

"Maura," I turned round with the paper. I watched as Maura's soft hand covered her face, her hazel eyes locked onto mine. Immediately I felt her arms wrap round me.

I don't know what I looked like in that moment, but I'm sure I must have looked like a statue. My detective mind and my emotions were… almost put to halt, causing my body to freeze. I couldn't even wrap my arms round the woman I secretly loved. But that secret was for another day.

I stood at the grave, watching as the coffin of my late father was lowered into the ground. I felt Maura's hand slip into mine as we both stood under the umbrella in the rain.

Frankie and Tommy stood by next to my mother as she continued to wail.

It was such a heart breaking sight, watching your own mother scream as the man she had devoted so many years of her life to, was buried into the ground.

God how I wished I could stop the pain. Just make her feel like everything would be ok.

After the funeral, we all gathered round Maura's. Where strangers I didn't even know shook my hand and made pitiful apologies. Did these people even know what her father had done to her mother? Left her for some twenty year old chick!

Why I wasn't in tears about my father's death… I didn't know the answer exactly, but I have a feeling it may have something to do with some un-dealt with anger issues towards my father.

I looked around the room, everyone seemed to be sad… why spend a life being sad? Surely a funeral is to celebrate the life of someone? Not to wish everything could be undone.

I did not want to be in this room.

"Maur" I called out, the honey blonde turned round. I placed a comforting hand on her arm "I'm just gonna head to for some air."

"Oh sure, do you want me to come with you?" Maura asked.

"He he, Maura you just stand there and look pretty." I replied, giving her my joking smile. Maura gave a laugh and nodded, returning to getting the food ready.

Opening the back door, I slipped out into the dark streets of Boston.

The fresh air was like a massage for my mind, all my troubles seemed to disappear for a second as the cool fresh sea breeze swept all the restless thoughts in my head away.

I walked down the street for a bit, zipping up my hoodie to keep the warmth up.

A sudden scream shocked me out of my thoughts, without hesitation I sprinted towards the source of the scream, the hood on my hoodie flew over my head and covered my face, but I didn't have time to stop and play dress up. I wasn't Maura.

The sight before me would have frozen any other person, but today was not the day I was gonna stand by and let another person be hurt today if I could change it.

"Gimmie the damn purse!"

"Somebody! Help!" The sound of a knife being pulled out echoed in my ears as I continued to charge towards him.

"Say another word, and your throat is gone. Now- Ooof!" The man grunted as he hit the ground, the knife still firmly in his hand.

I saw him go to jab me with the knife, grabbing his wrist, I twisted it, throwing my elbow into his joint, bending his arm in an impossible position.

He screamed in pain, falling to the floor.

I looked down at him, then towards the woman who was now frozen in place. I picked up the handbag and went towards the woman.

The sound of police sirens were getting closer.

"Get away from me!" She grabbed the handbag and threw it over me… what did she have in there? Rocks?!

With that she sprinted away, as blue and red flashing lights started to gain closer I knew this would be hard to explain this to Cavanaugh without having to fill out a load of police brutality forms.

Looking across the building I scaled up the ladder as quickly as I could, reaching the top of a building.

"We got a live one here, may need AE for a broken arm, search the perimeter for witnesses."

I looked down on the the police men and women securing the area, and were now processing the the woman I had just saved from a load of insurance claims.

"I don't know who it was… but I think they saved me."

"They?"

"Couldn't tell if it was man or a woman… could have been some high teen for all I know."

I smiled… I'd done a good thing, and no one had to worry about if I was ok. I felt a wet patch on the side of my hoodie. Looking down only now did I realize that I had a massive slit on the side of my torso.

'Adrenaline can numb pain, but only for so long' Maura's voice echoed in my head.

I applied the large plaster as I looked in the mirror, noticing the bruises on my elbow. God Maura was going to notice this so badly. I don't know how, but she will. I thought in my head.

Next morning:

I held the door open for Maura as we walked into the BPD building. Frost was in the café looking over some reports.

"You know you don't have to work this case."

"You'd be surprised what I can do when I don't have to 'do." I replied, walking past Frost, hitting the lift button.

I could feel Maura and Frost's curious eyes burning a hole in the back of my head.

Rolling my eyes, I stepped into the lift.

Getting off at my stop, I looked at the file report.

"So… what's daddy been up to then?" I spoke aloud, looking at the stack of criminal reports.

"Last night, a woman was almost mugged yesterday, but a stranger managed to defeat the mugger who is now in custody. She wishes to thank the hooded stranger. On scene, now."

"Hi, I'd just like to say sorry for hitting that person with my handbag, and thanks for saving a Boston citizen, not many people are willing to do that now days."

I couldn't help but think about what she'd just said… not many people. What happened to all the good in the world?

Hmn, my father has been up to some bad deeds, carjacking, caught with class A drugs, illegal possession of weapons. Wow.

"Your high school boyfriends must have been petrified." Frost joked as he walked into the office, reading the file.

"Not as much as the girls during PE lessons," I joked. "I think my father was I the drug business, so I'm gonna call in on Rondo. See if he's got any updates for me."

Grabbing a photo of my father, I headed out to the streets.

South Boston

I looked round, as people continued to glance at me and then turn around as quickly as possible. So much crime reports happened in south Boston, but police had no force available…. People would go on without justice, Boston… Boston needed change. A good one. Something that could put a stop to all of this crime. The rape, the murder, the traumatizing of people's life… it just wasn't worth me only solving the problem when it's too late.

"Vanilla! Girl! I ain't seen you in too long! What's up?" His friendly smile was a change in my scenario.

"I need Intel, on this man." I handed him a picture with a fifty dollar note on the picture.

"Oh man, he was some nasty shit."

Tell me about it. I thought in my head.

"Who was he working for?"

"That I honestly don't know, Vanilla. What I do know was he was into the heroin smuggling business, but you see her over there?" Rondo pointed over to a prostitute, "she got some serious beef with the dealer who supplied you' man."

"Thanks Rondo." I replied, I slipped an extra tenner into his hand "keep me updated."

"Woohoo Vanilla, you got it." With that, Rondo scattered, I approached the prostitute.

Before I could even speak she already cut in.

"Sixty dollars an hour. An extra ten if you wanna record it." She applied the seventh layer of foundation onto her skin.

"I'm not… I don't want… what do you know about this man?" I handed her a picture.

"Yeah I seen him a bit, sleazy looking guy. Usually went into there on Fridays, which was Big T's drug dealing night."

"Big T but he's behind bars."

"Doesn't mean his business has stopped." She replied, I nodded as I turned to walk away. "Hey." She put a hand on my arm "you gotta a pretty face, don't ruin it."

I raised an eyebrow, but nodded.

"Thanks." I mumbled, walking away.

I knocked on the door, waiting for the door to answer.

"Whatever you're selling I'm not interested."

"Open the door old man." I replied.

"Jane?"

"No it's Santa."

The door opened, I looked into his wise eyes. "We need to talk." I said flatly.

Nodding, he took the door off the chain.

I stepped inside.

"Haven't seen you much since you retired Korsak." I said.

"You didn't really need to see me, you hear about that woman saving that other girl from that mugger?"

"Yeah" I replied, "wait, how did you know it was a woman. No one knows that."

"Jane, it occurred right near Maura's house, during the night after your father died. What do you do when a case gets stressful? You go outside, you heard the scream, but for some reason the woman getting mugged didn't see you. You remain anonymous, you don't have to fall to a pile of paper work the next day and someone's saved, it's a complete win win."

I couldn't help but stare, he may be old but he sure is a sharp as a scalpel.

"Show off." Was all I could say. "But that is what I was going to talk to you about. Boston needs help. The police force can't keep up, we're arriving too late to scenes that are now crime scenes. Family loses family, people are part of a stabbing and are traumatized for no reason except for a few numbered paper bills."

"And you're going to stop this?" Korsak asked me.

"Someone has too, before the criminal world takes over."

"What do I have to do with this?"

"You're work for police weaponary development… I'd like to see it."

"Jane, you can't be someone who's going to go out and fight crime."

"Why not?" I asked him simply, the answer was so obvious, but it was so difficult to put together.

"Because… because, fine but just one visit. And I'm driving."

I smiled at the old man.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Looking round, I was amazed at the amount of technology that surrounded me, but I'd never seen before. Blue prints for weapons that I could imagine that I would see in the movies.

Korsak pulled up a blueprint of what seemed to be a suit.

"This project was abounded over seven months ago, apparently the SWAT team weren't dedicated to keeping their soldiers alive than spending a few grand on suits."

"Great for stab attacks, and stopping the odd bullet or two. Spreads any electrical damage around the suit, it's a great design. All started as a Kevlar body suit."

"It looks like something out of batman." I replied, it really did. With the black leather coating. Honestly if I'm running round like this, hand me my cape and cowl.

"Well the story's almost match up." Korsak replied "I don't think anyone would notice if this were to go… or become misplaced." Korsak added. I grinned at him.

Returning to the office, I slipped the Kevlar suit (which had been crammed into a gym bag) into my locker.

"Frankie, if I give you my car can I borrow your bike for tonight?"

"Erm sure Jane… why?"

"Personal trip."

"Jane!" I turned round to see Maura approaching.

"Frost has been asking about you for three hours, where have you been?"

"I went to follow up some leads. My father was a drug dealer. And I know-" should I tell her about that I know where a drug dealing is taken place… if SWAT come in, I'll never get my answers.

"That he was a double sleaze-ball." I finished off.

"Jane, are you going to the Dirty Robber tonight?" Maura asked.

"Erm… Maur, as much as I'd love to, I kind of have plans."

"Oh?" Maura raised an eyebrow at me, I knew she was waiting for more.

Damn it, knew I shouldn't have said plans.

"I have a… thing…"

"Jane if you just want to have a personal evening by yourself, that's perfectly fine."

I gave her my best smile, it wasn't a lie. It was a personal thing.

"Thanks Maur."

"Then you can tell me why you have a plaster on your torso." Maura whispered into my ear as she went past.

Shit.

Late evening

"Ok, I don't know about you, but I'm calling it a day." Frost spoke out, as he stood up and stretched.

"Ok, see you tomorrow." I said flatly, staring at the picture of my father and a drug dealer.

"See ya." Frost replied.

As soon as I heard the lift go down, I grabbed the keys to Frankie's motorbike and headed out to the changing rooms.

Zipping up the Kevlar suit, I put the balaclava in my pocket, and my hoodie over the black suit, pulling it over my head.

Creeping past the security cameras, I kept the lights off the motorbike as I sped out of the garage.

South Boston

I pick locked the back door to the club the prostitute had pointed out to me earlier that day.

The sound of loud bass music pumped throughout the street, this would be a good cover of any screams. If there were any.

Creeping through the back door, I put the balaclava on, and pulled my hoodie up. My gun at the ready.

Men and women were either dancing in the middle of the floor.

One man in particular seemed to be the centre of attention. Several women were literally climbing over him, while two body guards stood at the front of the table.

"Alright ladies, alright." I heard him say. "Daddy gotta go and take a piss."

The security guard went to follow him, but the large man with the fancy suit stopped him. "Mate, it's a sad day when a man can't take a piss by himself. Stay here, enjoy life mon ami! Have a drink."

"We are not paid to have fun sir."

"Well you should be." With that I watched him turn around and head to the men's bathroom.

I followed him, when I walked in, I saw one other man standing at the urinal.

I pointed the gun into his back. And looked at his reflection in the mirror, motioning the 'get out of here' with a jerk of the thumb. He left with no hesitation. It wouldn't be long till he called someone.

I locked the bathroom door behind him.

"Hey! Did someone lock me in here?" I heard him say.

I watched his eyes widen in fear as he saw me standing outside the bathroom stall.

"Sir, I have a few question's I'd like to ask you."

"Listen freak, I don't know what you're issue is, but-Ooof" I landed a jab to his diaphragm, winding him.

Grabbing his hair, I forced it into the sink full of water. Waited for a bit, then pulled him back up.

He gasped for air, just like I expected.

"Are yo-!" I silence his mouth with my hand.

"Don't scream, or I will end you." I growled at him.

"Ok, ok I'll tell you whatever you want."

"Smart man." I replied.

"Doctor Isles!" Someone called me, I looked over at the booth to see Frost and Suzie sitting there.

"Oh hello Suzie, Barry." I couldn't help but chuckle as Frost hung his head in shame in reference to his name.

"Your name is Barrold?" Suzie asked.

"Yes." He let out a deep sigh.

"Interesting." She mentioned "Doctor Isles, I got the ballistics for the the victim. It was a nine millimetre pistol, there was also high doses of heroin in his blood stream."

"Oh, I should probably tell Jane about the update."

"Ok then. See you tomorrow Doctor Isles." The two said, as I headed outside.

Surely waking all the way home would be a good stress reliever from today's work. Yes, I think I shall. I decided in my head.

Heading down the street, I found that the sound of my high heels hitting the pavement was rather therapeutic.

Suddenly I found myself on the floor, a stranger had a rag cloth across my mouth. I was frozen in place. As the smell of chloroform filled my senses, I felt my conscious slipping away.

No… no, this can't happen… please don't let this happen. I begged in my head.

Suddenly a loud grunt was heard, as suddenly the heavy load on my body was thrown away. Then a loud bang.

I gasped as the mysterious stranger staggered up, then kicked my attacker in the chest.

Taking my phone out, I hit the record button, watching as the two figures fought in the dark. Eventually the attacker fell down, and stayed down. I quickly put the phone in the only place I could think of.

The mysterious figure approached me, pulling me up.

"Miss…" the voice was very female, but very gruff. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes. I'm fine. Thanks to you…. Who are you?"

"I'm a friend."

I felt her suddenly place the cloth on my face.

I looked at Maura's unconscious body, how long chloroform lasted for I had no idea. But hopefully it would last a few more hours. Carrying Maura up the stairs, I let her body drop onto the bed sheets. I noticed the rectangular object stinking out of her shirt.

The phone has evidence… Frost could probably use some fancy voice tracking thingy mabob that he does….

Carefully I undid Maura's blouse, oh my god this is wrong in so many ways. I thought in my head. Reaching into the bra, I managed to get the phone.

Suddenly Maura let out a soon moan, rolling over, crushing my hand in the process. Shit shit shit! I thought in my head. Going blind, I tried to find the phone.

After about five minutes I finally got it. Deleting the file, I felt so much better, but yet… so mean. I threw a blanket over Maura, with one last glance at Maura's sleeping form, I closed the door.

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