Trust NoOne Chapter 3

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A/N: Co-authored by Solitarysoldier

Maura felt a bit of relief when she entered the busy squad room to see Frost busy at his desk. She took a moment to scan Jane's desk before he noticed her. It was a mess, not usually the way Jane worked. She hadn't had time to straighten up before leaving or simply chose not to. Maura took Jane's decision to leave her desk as it was as Jane's way of suggesting she wouldn't be gone too long. Jane had insight that Maura didn't always understand. She believed Jane knew more than she shared and if not she felt more than she wanted to. Maura couldn't shake the look deep in Jane's eyes when she said goodbye. It was hidden, but Maura often knew where to look to see inside Jane. Jane was nervous. Maura knew Jane hid her real concerns so as to not worry her, but if Maura couldn't see Jane's fears, she felt them.

"Dr. Isles? Jane left a little while ago." Frost had gotten to his feet when he noticed Maura seemed to be looking for her.

"I know." Maura ran her fingers along Jane's desk before pulling her chair out. "Detective Frost, how much do you know about this man the FBI is after?"

Frost moved the papers out of the way and took a seat on Jane's desk so that he was directly in front of Maura. "I know he leads a very profitable drug ring in South America. I know the FBI isn't chasing him for that though. He rapes and murders women, mostly American."

"Why use Jane though? I know she resembles his wife, the mother of his son, but is she really equipped to go up against somebody like this man?" Maura searched Frost's eyes as he hesitated to answer.

"Her job is to lure him out of wherever he is. The FBI doesn't want his people, they want him. They have Tommy and Chavez wants his son and his wife." Frost looked behind him to make sure Agent Dean was still behind closed doors with Cavenaugh. "The FBI has spent a long time learning how this guy works. He will send his people to locate Jane, well Elena. Then he will come for his wife and son. They will then be able to apprehend him."

Maura smiled at Frost's explanation but it was obvious she felt no better about the whole operation. "All Jane has to do is protect the boy until the FBI arrest Chavez. Jane can do that."

Frost moved in closer to Maura, looking back once again. "Jane doesn't trust the FBI at all. She was forced into this assignment and even Cavenaugh has his hands tied on this. They want this guy that bad, Maura that they are willing to risk the careers of two top Boston police officers."

"Are they willing to risk their lives as well?" Maura looked into Cavenaugh's office where Agent Dean was preparing to leave.

"Maura, Jane will be okay. She can take care of herself." Frost tried to reassure Maura, but the way he spoke told Maura that he too was worried for his partner.

Maura stood when Agent Dean made his way out into the squad room. He locked eyes with Maura, but made no attempt to speak. "Agent Dean?"

"Dr. Isles."

"My father is in prison. You got what you wanted. Jane trusted you and you betrayed her to get what you wanted. Why force her to do this? What could she possibly owe for you to put her in such a dangerous position?" Maura stood close to Dean, her eyes forcing him to answer her.

"Jane is a trained professional who just so happens to look like Hector Chavez's wife. They resemble each other enough we believe to get Chavez to show himself. And when he does, we will apprehend him and everybody goes home."

"And when he realizes Jane is not Elena? Her life is then in danger, is it not, Agent Dean?" Maura could feel Cavenaugh's gentle pull on her arm but shrugged him off. "Is her life in danger, Agent Dean?"

"There is a certain amount of risk involved yes, but Detective Rizzoli will be with another Agent at all times and she will be armed." Dean looked up at Cavenaugh before focusing solely on Maura. "I know what you think, but this is not personal. I have no problem with Jane Rizzoli."

Maura watched as Agent Dean turned and walked out of the precinct. She looked at Jane's boss only to read on his face what was in his mind. He was worried and it seemed he didn't trust the FBI any more than Jane did. Maura walked away then, angry. Angry that Jane was put into such a position. Angry that it was suggested she would have to give up her career if she didn't comply with such a dangerous request. Jane was right when she said she was never really sure who to trust anymore.

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"Are we almost there?" Tommy had asked the same thing Jane was wondering. He had been silent for the better part of the hour they had been in the car. "I have to go to the bathroom."

"That's why I told you to go before we left. You'll have to wait." Agent Portman looked into the rear view mirror instantly finding Jane's eyes. He looked away just as quickly.

"How bad?" Jane had to admit she was relieved that Tommy hadn't wanted to talk too much during the ride. She needed to pay attention so to know at least about where she was in relation to the city.

"Bad." Tommy leaned closer to Jane and whispered so that Portman couldn't hear him.

"How about a break? I could use a break as well." Jane addressed Ben Portman, immediately sensing he was not a man of patience and probably not the best choice to escort a child.

Ben didn't speak, but nodded and Jane took that as good news for Tommy. The car came to a stop in front of a small convenient store where Ben made no effort to get out. "Hurry up."

"Uh, shouldn't you take him in?" Jane fought the irritation that she was already feeling towards this man.

"No. Hurry up...mom." Ben smiled at Jane before glancing at his watch. "We still got about another thirty minutes."

"Where the hell are we going? I thought Chavez knew Tommy was in Boston. Why are we leaving the city?" Jane suddenly forgot about Tommy having to go to the bathroom.

"Jane." Tommy pulled on Jane's sleeve. "I really have to go."

Jane walked into the store with Tommy close behind her and asked for the restrooms. She was directed to a single unit where she quickly escorted the boy. "I'll be right here."

Tommy hesitated but then went inside leaving Jane to look around. She glanced out to the car where she saw Portman on his phone. He was watching her same as she was him and in no time Tommy was pulling on her shirt sleeve again. "I'm hungry."

Jane got some chips for Tommy and a soda and headed up to the counter. "How old are you Tommy?" Jane was no expert on children but Tommy seemed small for an eight year old.

"Six. My mommy had a birthday party for me before she went away." Tommy had opened the bag of chips before Jane even finished paying.

Jane didn't know much about children but she had figured Tommy to be about eight years old. The fact that he was younger made her more nervous as she wondered exactly how to care for such a young child. She and Tommy returned to the car where she buckled him in. "Give me a minute."

"Come on, Rizzoli. We've got to go." Portman was definitely impatient and Jane was determined to have at least some control in this whole situation.

"Well, so do I." Jane re-entered the store where she quickly closed the bathroom door. She pulled the phone from her pocket that she had hidden from Portman. She sent a quick text to Maura and could only pray there was enough reception wherever they were now.

Tell Frost about phone. Have him track location. Don't know where we are. About an hour outside of Boston.

Jane left the phone on, she knew it was important for tracking. She turned the volume off so that Portman wouldn't hear it when Maura got back to her. "What's wrong?" Jane asked Tommy when she returned to the car. She could see he was upset, but was sitting quietly in the back seat.

"The kid is annoying. Of all people to pull this assignment. I don't do kids." Portman started up the car, glancing at Jane again in the mirror as he backed away from the store.

Jane reached into the front seat and grabbed the chips that Portman had obviously taken away from Tommy. She handed him the bag and had to encourage him to take it. "It's okay, Tommy. You're hungry, have some chips."

Jane glared at Portman until he shot her another glance. "Are we going to have a problem, because I didn't ask for this assignment either you know."

"You going to baby that kid the whole time?" Oh yeah, Portman was an ass.

Jane looked at Tommy as he refused the chips he had wanted. She moved closer to him, allowing him to rest against her side. "Yeah, I just might. He's a child, Portman, maybe you remember that." Jane couldn't believe all that Tommy was having to deal with. He just recently lost his mother, the only constant in his young life. She let her fingers smooth his hair and instantly felt the way his body sunk into her at the contact. Maybe she would baby him, that was her assignment after all.

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The house was out of the way, hidden almost. Jane noticed the manicured lawn, the recently tended to flower garden and the way the house looked lived in. She was confused as to why they were placed in a house without nearby neighbors if the idea was for Chavez to find them. They were supposed to be hiding out in the open or at least that was how she understood it.

"Who's place is this?" Jane picked up the small bike that blocked the entrance into the house.

"Does it matter?" Portman unlocked the door and entered the home as if it were his own. He was beyond irritated and Jane knew she would keep her distance at least for a little while.

Jane watched Tommy as he was immediately distracted by the toys that were strewn about the yard. She could only wonder what he was feeling as he continuously looked up at her as she watched him. Jane sat down on the porch steps and set about taking in her surroundings. She noticed the wooded area behind the house, the small stream that separated that from the house and the way the sun set behind the trees at noon. She was anxious to get into the house to see how much sunlight there was, that would give her an idea as to how much moonlight would be available if there was a need to see in the dark.

Jane kept her eyes on Tommy although her attention was now on Portman as he made his way out of the house and sat down next to her. He sat close and she found this unnerving at best. "You've obviously been here before."

"No." Portman handed Jane a bottle of water. "Fridge is stocked."

"You seem comfortable here is all." Jane glanced at Portman who watched her as he drank from his own water bottle.

"I make myself comfortable wherever I go. Boy seems happy." Portman nodded toward Tommy. "You know you'll have to get him in school here. He needs to be out and about."

"Tomorrow." Jane moved over when it seemed Portman was crowding her even more. "Do you mind?"

"You know it really is all about appearance. You heard Agent Dean explain how if Elena is with another man that would ensure Chavez will come himself for the boy...and her." Ben stared at Jane then, not trying to hide the fact that she attracted him. "You really do look a lot like Elena Rosa."

"Isn't that why I'm here." Jane was annoyed now and she didn't try to hide that either.

Jane moved over as far as she could when it seemed Portman wasn't taking the hint. He moved as well, trapping her between his body and the railing. "You're here because you have a job to do. It is as simple as that. We want Chavez. If he sends one of his hired hands and they are able to get the boy then he wins. If he thinks his wife is with me, then he will come himself. Then we win."

Jane shifted as much as Ben would allow and she quickly looked up into his eyes when his hand found hers as it rested on her gun.

"Don't do that." Ben's whispered words hit the side of Rizzoli's face. He squeezed her hand until she removed it from her side. "Appearance, Rizzoli."

"You touch me and it will appear like a lover's quarrel when I shoot your ass." Rizzoli kept her eyes on Ben, relaxing only slightly when he moved away from her allowing her to breathe.

"Dean said you were tough, but Rizzoli, Elena wasn't. Remember that." Ben got to his feet, standing over Jane as to taunt her. "Dean also said..."

"Stop!" Jane got to her feet, realizing how much taller Ben actually was as she squared up against him. "I have the option to ask out of this assignment at any time. I will not do this with you, is that understood Agent Portman?"

Ben lowered his head so he was level with Jane's ear. "It's too late to ask out now, Rizzoli. It goes through me and I say we're here now. Better start playing the part."

Jane grabbed Ben's hand as he reached up to move her hair from her face when the wind kicked up. She kept hold of his eyes with a look that warned. She refused to break her stare despite the way he smiled at her. "Tommy, lets go for a walk."

Ben pulled his hand from Jane's as his smile was meant to accept her wordless challenge. She took hold of Tommy's hand when he immediately responded to her request and appeared at her side.

Jane could feel how tight Tommy grasped her hand and it was strange how she immediately noticed how his little fingers curled around hers. He seemed to move his fingers over hers with each step they took and Jane had to consciously remember her strides were much longer than his.

"Where are we going?" Tommy's voice was so innocent and Jane couldn't help but smile down at him.

"Let's go check out the woods. I want to see where they lead to."

"Maybe to a big playground, or a big swimming pool. I know how to swim, Jane. Did you know that?" Tommy almost pulled Jane as he hurried toward the tall trees ahead of them.

"I know now." Jane watched as Tommy jumped over the stream, proud of himself for making it despite falling on the other side. She lept over as well, joining him. They made their way through the woods until Jane realized they were coming to an opening. Her spirits dropped when she looked at the lake that provided what she feared would be an obstacle if they needed to escape.

"Wow! That's a big swimming pool." Tommy ran to the edge of the lake where Jane was quick to grasp his arm. "I bet it's cold in there."

"Yeah, Tommy. I bet it is." Jane shook her head as she guided Tommy back through the woods. She wanted out in the worst way, but knew Portman was right. It really was too late now.