Missing That Certain Spark: Chapter Three: The Start

"She's fine Paddy. In fact, she got an interview for one of her science magazines soon. How's the Irish mafia thing going?" Jane asked, trying to act as casual as possible.

"Let's cut the chit chat Rizzoli."

Jane nodded.

"I'm here to make you a deal."

Now this caught Jane Rizzoli's attention. Paddy Doyle? Head of the Irish mob? Wanted to make a cop a deal? Did this man not know who he was speaking too?!

"I'm not going dirty cop for you Doyle."

The elderly man let out a chuckle

"Like I'd want you of all people." Jane really wanted to ask why, but she didn't really want to bother with the banter. "No, I'm here to offer you a chance to be useful for what's about to happen."

"Ok Doyle, stop talking riddles." The man started to wonder round the bridge.

"The Boston cops, Jane. There's some massive operation going down on all of them, and we're gonna need you."

"Wait… wouldn't you and your thugs be happier without cops?" Jane asked.

Paddy gave Jane a look that said 'ha-ha! She thinks the skies green!'

"No cops no intel, no intel no place to pull drug deals." He said simply. "Some gangs use other gangs' drug sales for their own profit." Jane nodded, as she weighed out her options.

"Doyle, you know I can't just quit because you gave me some sort of warning."

"I thought you would, that's why I brought this." He responded, picking out a file from inside his suit. Taking it with curiosity, Jane opened it. It was filled with pictures of Maura, Angela, Frost, Korsak and herself. Times of places they'd go to frequently, numbers Jane could only assume where her friends.

"You and your team are being spied on Rizzoli. Why? I'm afraid only you can find out those answers, my CI's… they've dropped me."

Maura's in danger… Ma's in danger, my whole team is in danger. For the love of Joan of arc, what the hell did they do to deserve this? They're just city cops! What could they possibly have to do with some massive operation?

Jane realized the more she pondered the situation in her mind, the more questions it came up with… and no answers.

Letting the file fall to her side, Jane looked the Irish mobster straight in the eye.

"If my teams in danger, and I swear to god if this is some kind of set up" Jane said though gritted teeth "I want in."

Paddy nodded. Good. He thought in his mind, he had the detective.

"Nice choice Rizzoli, but now we have to get you off grid. And it's not that easy, seeming as how well your team seems to be able to pick those guys back up. First of all, quit tomorrow, say you're taking up that job at SWAT."

Oh boy, the guys and Maura ain't gonna be too happy about that.

"You drop everything, where you stay, your laptop, your phone. Bring nothing, but the clothes you're wearing. " Paddy then started to walk away from the soon to be ex detective.

Suddenly he through a sim card at Jane, who caught it thanks to years of childhood spent on baseball and basket ball.

"Jack someone's phone, and turn it on with that sim in it. We'll meet you then."

We? Jane wondered in her mind. Watching as Paddy Doyle walked away into the fog.

"Oh and Jane?" He called out, his figure now just dark. "Leave your gun."

And then he was gone.


Next day (night time)

"So there's nothing I can say to make you stay?" LT. Cavanaugh said, watching as one of Boston's finest, deleting her account on the building's internet server. "Not even an increase in pay? A few extra vacation days?" Jane couldn't help but chuckle; she hadn't noticed how much Cavanaugh had respected her that he'd almost be begging for her to stay.

Thank fully it was after office hours, and barely anyone was in the department except for the cleaners.

"Sorry sir, but I think my life belongs elsewhere." Jane lied.

It was all lies, her life did belong here, her life belonged only two floors above the person she wished she could have.

Two floors and a couple of streets away, that's how far Jane felt like she could be apart from Maura before her heart would ache for the woman. Now… her heart was just going to have to cope.

Sure she'd found it boring, she couldn't find any more thrills but that didn't mean she'd have to go through all this.

But oh no, one wee gang bust up and suddenly Jane Rizzoli is forbidden from change in life. Jane thought in her mind, leaving the building. She looked at the yellow numbers on the top of the building.

1838.

The woman turned round and walked towards home in the darkness, she felt like she needed the walk. Suddenly she realized something. Well actually someone. Joe Friday. Who would look after him?

Quickly, Jane nicked her phone out. Sending a message to Frankie.

Hey fatso, can you look after Joe Friday till I get back home? Working late 2nite!

Turning her phone off, Jane quickly dumped it in the bin closest to her, as the woman walked off Jane could hear a faint beep as the phone bid her goodbye. One of the things Maura had done to her phone, like when it turned off a picture of a cat saying toodles, or when the phone turned on its

'Remember to have breakfast, otherwise you're frontal lobe won't be as affective! : /'

Jane chuckled; she hoped that wouldn't be the last time Maura would get to mess about with her phone…


A WEEK LATER

Maura walked into the café, looking at all the 'have you seen this woman?' posters. She hated this feeling, but it couldn't be helped. Why did Jane always seem to do this to her? It was like some sort of sick game.

Did Jane not know how Maura felt?! Maura had gotten a text a week ago from Jane, saying she was joining the SWAT team fully now and wouldn't be at work… or home. But when Jane's mobile had been found in the bin, her apartment bills not being paid, everyone's suspicion had risen.

It had reached a stage now were Jane was officially 'missing.'

Maura missed Jane's smile in the morning, her sarcasm, her crankiness, Maura just missed her best friend. Not only did Maura miss Jane, but she was worried too, where could Jane be? What if there was some other Hyot apprentice? What if she'd been kidnapped? What if one of her jogs had gone wrong, and now Jane was bleeding out in a ditch…

Of course Maura was being level headed about the whole thing on the outside.

Walking into the café, Angela had Maura's green tea at the ready.

"Any sign of Jane yet?" Angela let out a sigh; Maura had come into the building asking that question every day, almost three times a day. Only to receive the same response, 'no.'

"No, not yet sweetie. I'm sorry Maura but-"

"EVERYONE FREEZE! HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEADS AND ON THE FLOOR!"

Windows were shattered, people screamed, cops pulled guns, alarms went off, and people in black suits ran into the building firing guns into the air. FBI sprayed onto the backs and helmets in white paint.

"EVERY COP! PUT YOUR WEAPONS DOWN NOW! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR POLICE CORRUPTION!" the man shouted.

Oh Jane… what have you got yourself into? Maura wondered in her mind, as she fell to the floor with Angela, hands behind her head.

Whatever it is… please be safe…


Well sorry this chapter is a bit short, but I felt like this was a good place to end it. Next chapter I can only hope comes soon…

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