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Born Under A Bad Sign

Isles, Frost, and Korsak, all sat at their usual spot at the Dirty Robber. Maura was slightly feeling better now that she was surrounded by the two people she knew that loved her like family and would do anything to protect her. She was relieved to not have to go see Vetrov right after work, and was celebrating it by drinking more than usual.

"So, your brother, huh?" Frost asked half way to his beer.

"Yes, and it's not the fact that he died that is bugging me, it's the fact that I never even got the chance to know I had a brother and the fact that my brother was a criminal. What if it's in my DNA to do the same things as him, to eventually commit crimes just like him? There has been studies to prove that similar tendencies to commit crime are linked with DNA. I just feel like there are so many questions and not enough answers."

The two looked at her and really didn't know what to say.

"You're not a bad person, Maura. You aren't anything like your brother. Besides, what do we know about your brother besides the fact that he was brilliant at identity theft." Vince tried to talk her out of that thought.

"Yeah, I just can't help but think..." Maura sighed.

"Well, it doesn't help when you have Vetrov busting you left and right either. Man, he went nuts on you. Why do you even take that kind of treatment from him?" Frost got concerned.

"It's not his fault...I know it probably had something to do with the case or him just being stressed out..." Maura kept trying to think of excuses for him.

Korsak wouldn't have it and retorted "Is that going to be your excuse every time?"

"It's not..." She tried to defend herself but quickly let it go. She knew that Korsak and Frost wouldn't be fooled, so instead she left it at that.

"Just be careful with him, Maura. He maybe an extremely well rounded detective, but sometimes I don't trust his anger, he lets it get the best of him. I just don't want it to get the best of you." Korsak let that be his final thought.

Maura nodded and gazed out the window of the Dirty Robber while sipping the last of her wine. She knew Korsak was right, but she just couldn't bring up the courage to break Vetrov's heart, and truthfully, she was a bit afraid to. Maybe he already has the best of me.

She was about to break her stare from the window when she had noticed a car pulling up. Her eyes widened and she grabbed Frost's arm.

"Oh my god...that car." She thought to herself loudly. The two other detectives looked up but were unable to make out anything but pitch black and headlights.

"Uh..." Frost mumbled while trying to make out the car.

"It's a Vulsca S." She couldn't break the stare and now she was determined to see what the driver looked like. "They are really brilliant cars, Frost. There have only been ten made and each car is handmade with the buyer overlooking the whole production of the car in a private villa. The price is unknown because if you have to ask, you typically can't afford it."

Korsak and Frost continued with their beer.

"They must be up to no good owning a car like that in Boston." Korsak joked.

Maura finally was able to see a figure emerge from the car and she noted it to be about 5'9. She took interest of the beautiful bone structure the silhouette carried and suddenly became very curious to see more of what the person looked like.

The woman was now walking through the door of the Dirty Robber, the scene of her walking into the place seemed like a long slow motion movie sequence. She walked into the bar with nothing but confidence in every step, and knew she was certainly the center of attention.

"...beer please..." the woman told the bartender. Her voice filled the bar with chills and fierceness. The raspy voice was one that was tender but rough all in the same. The bartender complied and slid a beer down to the woman. She caught it and took a sip.

"Damn, that is one fine...mmmmm." Cupid shot Frost in the heart as he melted in the booth. "Welcome to Boston, Miss amazing."

Frost, Korsak, and Maura, were now all checking her out. The tall brunette had a sense of class to her, she was thin but well toned. She was wearing a black leather jacket that complimented her long raven curls that fell around her face and shoulders. Her shirt was a white button up, with a white tank top under it. She wore tight skinny jeans that showed every curve in her body and to top it off she was wearing knee-high leather, heeled boots. If one could define a woman with a sense of power and beauty, they would define it as Jane C. Rizzoli.

Maura broke concentration, only to realize she was out of wine. She smiled as she realized it'd be the perfect excuse to talk to the brunette about her car.

"I'll be back, I need a refill." Maura said, leaving Korsak and Frost to wonder what the genius was up to.

As Maura approached the bar she glanced over with a smile to the brunette and gave her drink order to he bartender. "So, you must be new here in Boston?"

Jane didn't make eye contact but looked down at her beer. "What makes you say that?" She swished her beer a little and then took sip.

"Well it's not every day you see a Vulsca S pull up in the streets of Boston, surely I would have noticed before. I'm Dr. Maura Isles." Maura smiled with genuine interest and extended her hand hoping for a like-wise gesture.

Jane laughed "I'm here to visit my mother and younger brother." She smiled and then finally turned to face the honey blonde and almost immediately regretted it. Jane couldn't believe the beautiful woman in front of her. She could tell that she had the eyes of a soft and tender woman, something that Jane C. Rizzoli had never seen before. "Doctor..." she smiled at the emphasis Maura put on doctor and shook her hand. "The name is Jane."

The doctor took swift interest in her family. "You have family in Boston? They must be well established, what do they do for a living?"

Jane could sense that the young woman was genuinely interested in making talk, but she had to cut it off before she pried further. "...had...they're dead."

"Oh..." Maura looked down and a bit confused. "I'm sorry to hear. What happened?"

"They were murdered...You see my father is a very wealthy and important man, he has a lot of people who hate him and willing to see him suffer until they can kill him. That's just how it is."

"But if they are dead, where are you staying?" Maura asked with slight concern.

"You talk to much, Doctor." Jane smiled and laughed. She wasn't trying to offend the honey blonde, but she couldn't help but have a place in her heart for this woman. She was really smart, innocent, and naive, and it made Jane feel something she never had felt before.

She had never felt warmth like the girl in front of her carried. When she was born, she was born into a very strong valued and cruel family. She took no offense in it, because she knew that her family, had to run business. At age 10, Jane had learned everything she could about guns and shooting. She was very brilliant, as her father put her in situations that she would have to work her way out of in order to live. She was being trained to one day take over what her father established. She had no room for mercy, friendship, love, or warmth. She was the top daughter in the most respected Italian Mob anyone had ever seen, they were based in Europe, but came to the United States to start building more establishments for themselves.

Jane started to feel like she was getting too close with the smaller woman and decided it was time to go. "Well, where I stay...is a lovely place and you really shouldn't worry about me. I am stopping in Boston to pay my respects and attend to business matters, and be on my way. I don't stay in the same place for long. So...Dr. Maura Isles, it was a definite pleasure meeting you, but I must be on my way, buonanotte e sogni d'oro amore mio." Jane took Maura's hand into hers to kiss and then started to walk away.

Maura was blown away by everything that Jane was. "Wait!..." She called after and trying to catch up with Jane. The brunette stopped and looked dearly at Maura. "Do...would...you like to have lunch or dinner with me sometime? Maybe tomorrow or something?"

"I really should not indulge myself, in anything else except family business, I am sorry." Jane really gave her most sincere apology.

"Please? I know I'm not significant enough for you and I might not ever get to talk to you again after this, but if you could just think about it, before you leave? I'd really love it..." Maura started to jot down her number on a napkin but was soon stopped by Jane.

"Look...I am truly touched to have met you, and you are a precious jewel that I have never thought I would be meeting in this lifetime, but I can't. You probably shouldn't have even come up to talk to me. All I am in this town, is a ghost passing by for just one moment before I vanish again. I'm not one for friends or anything else. Don't make this harder on yourself."

Jane could see all the hurt that washed over the Doctors eyes. She looked down at her failed attempt at giving the brunette her number and crumpled it up to throw it away. "I...I understand. Sorry. Goodnight."

Maura went back to Frost and Korsak to retrieve her things and exit the Dirty Robber. Frost and Korsak took the hint and followed behind her only to go separate ways back to their own homes.

Jane couldn't shake how bad she felt about the way she had left things with Dr. Maura Isles, even though she knew it was best for both of them. The life that Jane lived wasn't for someone like Maura. Maura was a sweet and innocent woman, with life and optimism filling every nook and cranny of her personality. Dr. Maura Isles was too good for Jane Rizzoli, and it shocked Jane because for the first time in her life she felt like someone was genuinely too good for her.

Jane definitely did not like how vulnerable she felt around the Doctor, it was like she had the right glow in her smile to destroy every bad bone in Rizzoli's body, which could jeopardize the whole reason Jane had come to Boston.

Jane shook her head at the thought and smiled at what her father used to say. "No room for love in a cold, cold world. No room for love, when you gotta knock 'em dead son." It meant that in the mob, you loved no one but family and the business, and that's all you needed, that's all Jane needed.

Jane was in Boston because she knew that whoever murdered her younger brother and mother was hiding out in this very city. She was there to figure out a way to draw him out and kill him. She wanted revenge and she didn't need the whole world to know she was there. It was a discreet mission she was sent to do by her father and for her family's sake she wouldn't mess it up.

"God dammit! Really?...Right now?" She was talking to herself or some higher being that could have been listening. Maura's face kept rushing back every time she thought she was about to officially forget about her, and all the warmth she had felt from the honey blonde lingered in her mind and she could feel it start to surge through her body. "What the hell is this shit?" She was a little frustrated, and knew she wouldn't be able to concentrate on her mission until she figured out what the hell was taking over her mind and body. She traveled to where she was staying and figured she would take care of this new problem in the morning.