A/N: Sorry it took me a while to post this up. My computer is, well it's stupid, and now I'm sneaking onto my mother's laptop. I wrote this whole chapter on my computer, before it slipped into it's stupidity, and had to rewrite it, and now I'm afraid it's not as good as it originally was. Well, here's Chapter 4. And we have a little Faith Lehane vs Jane Rizzoli. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Don't Own 'Em...Sucks...

So exhausted. Jane steps up to Maura's front door. Working all day trying to figure out who could possibly be killings all these people, without giving anything away, she just wanted to go see her best friend and makes sure she was safe. A little dinner would hurt either.

She turns the key in the front door but she hears voices on the other side. Shit, Maura. Without a second thought, she pulls out her gun and quietly goes through the front door. Laughing? Who the hell- She puts the gun back in her holster and turns around the corner and sees five pair of eyes turn and look at her.

"Uh..."

Maura stands up smiling, setting her wine glass on the table, and walks over her best friend. "Jane, I'd like for you to meet my new neighbors."

Neighbors? What the hell Maura? Jane still confused, smiles politely anyways. The redhead walks up to Jane. "Hi, I'm Willow Rosenberg." Rosenberg? But before she could dwell on it, Willow continued introducing. She points to a tall, young brunette in the coner talking to her brother, Frankie. The two are smiling, having wine, and Frankie's putting on his Rizzoli charm. They look a little cozy. Too cozy. "That's my friend, Dawn."

Willow lastly points to the darker haired brunette. Jane hadn't really seen her face, except for a quick second when she first walked in but- Holy Shit! The brunette turns back around to face Jane, but freezes for a moment before her eyes flicker down to her waist. My badge.

Jane just watches as Faith composes herself and sticks out her had to shake it. Even with the smile on her face, it still looked painful for her. Jane looks at her hand for a moment before extending her own and shaking it. "Detective Jane Rizzoli." Pause. "Homicide." Is she gonna bullshit her way through this? The thought made her curious if this girl was going to be upfront or not. It that my beer she's drinking?

The brunette jaw clenches slightly. "Faith Lehane." That's all she says, but that was all that Jane needed to know. Confirmation. This was Maura's younger sister.

Faith's hand, involuntary or not, squeezes the detective's hand a little harder than she intended. Jane involuntarily winces at the unexpected pain in her oversensitive hands. Faith retracts her hand immediately.

"Shit. My fault." Faith looks back down at Jane's waist, but it wasn't the badge she was staring at this time.

Is she checking me out? My eyes are up here, kid. Jane nods before looking over to her brother. "Uh, Frankie. Can't we talk for a sec?"

Frankie tries to mask his fear, knowing his sister was about to chew him out, before turning back to Dawn. "I'll be back. Big sis's calling." He follows Jane to the kitchen and is met with a fierce Rizzoli glare. "Look this wasn't my fault. Maura insisted that they came over for dinner before I could tell her what a bad idea it was."

"Bad idea? Do you have any idea who those women are?" Jane angrily whispers.

Dumfound, Frankie stares at his sister. "Three hot women from Cleaveland?"

"More like an ex-con and two former residents of Sunnydale, California." Jane pulls out her cellphone and texts someone. 'Get to Maura's now! Faith's here!'

Frankie's face pale. "Ex-con? Please tell me it's not Dawn. I know my choice of women lately hasn't been the best but-"

"It's Faith. Remember when I told you that Maura's biological father is Patrick Doyle? Well Faith is his other unknown daughter." Her cellphone vibrates and receives a text. 'I'm right around the corner.'

"Maura's sister? But does Faith know? Does Maura? Faith hasn't mentioned anything I mean, she seems like a normal girl, but this is too much of a coincidence-"

"Okay first off all, since when do you babble? And second, I don't want to seem suspicious-"

"Right, cause the West Side Story staredown you two just had was very subtle."

Ignoring her brother's comment, she goes to the refrigerator and grabs one of her beers. "Backup's on the way so just stay calm, make kissy face with the the young one or whatever you were doing." 'Don't panic, Maura still doesn't that Faith her sister. Just need another set of eyes here.'

Frankie rolls his eyes. "We were not kissy face. We were just talking." He thinks for a moment, slightly worried. "Dawn Summers, she not a criminal, is she?"

Jane sighs and shrugs her shoulders. "Don't know, but I think her sister used to roll with Faith." Off her brother's look, "Long story, I'll explain it tomorrow." A knock comes on the front door. "Alright, play it cool."...

Maura, who was in the middle in a Bablefest/Googletalk with Willow, hears the knock on her front door, confusion spreading on her face. "Excuse me for a moment." She heads towards the front door and sees Detective Barry Frost on the otherside. What the-Jane! She opens the door and sees him with worry on his face. "Barry, what are you doing here?"

"Uh," He clears his throat, before he whispers. "Jane wanted me to stop by. Wanted me to keep an eye out I guess."

"Well, both Frankie and Jane are here so-"

"I know, it's just she wanted me to come by anyways. Sorry Maura."

Maura's lips draws a thin line before politely smiling. Jane and I are going to have a serious talk. "Well, I was just about to serve dinner and I was waiting on Jane. Come in. Are you hungry?"

Dawn, who's sipping her wine waiting for Frankie to return, sees Maura with the hazel-eyed adorable guy behind her. Are all the guys in Boston hotties? Wish Faith could have warned me. I might need a permanent transfer.

Faith, who had been mostly quiet since Jane strolled in, mostly listening in on Jane and Frankie's conversation with her Slayer hearing, sees the younger detective and frown. She didn't need to sees his badge to know that the pretty boy was a cop. What the hell? Is this fucking Cop Central or something? Did they relocate their headquarters or something?

"Hi this is my friend Detective Barry Frost."

Dawn, at that moment to jump up and introduce herself. "I'm Dawn Summers."

Whoa. She is- whoa! "Nice to meet you, Dawn."

At that, Frankie and Jane struts back in, and Frankie immediately frowns. What the- I leave for two seconds and he sweeps in for the girl?

Jane on the other hand, stand over next to Faith for conversation. She knew she needed a tactic though. A girl like this wasn't going to crack over a conversation with a cop. Remembering Faith checking her out, flirtation would just have to do. "So, Faith, where you from?" Really Rizzoli? Really?

Faith grins a little, trying not to look out of place. "I'm originally from here. Well not here, here. Southie, born and raised." What the fuck? Is she flirting with me?

"Not surprised. I thought I heard some Southie in that accent." Don't give yourself away.

"Yeah, well I've moved around alot over the past few years so it's probably not as strong as it used to be."

Jane looks Faith dead in the eyes. "Don't worry. I hear you loud and clear."

Shit! The look that Faith received from the detective wasn't flirtation. Somehow, this detective knew exactly who she was. She could sense it. And if this was her sister's best friend, she was absolutely screw. Shit! Shit! Shit! Think fast. Faith pulls out her phone and looks at the time.

"Babe we got to go."

Willow, who was distracted and amused by Dawn's flirtations, looks up at her girlfriend, confused. But the dark look she saw, she knew she had to leave. She knew her girlfriend was very uncomfortable around cops, but this was something deeper.

Faith continues. "I forgot the job we have in the morning."

Maura walks over to the trio, confused as well. She could feel the dark vibe between the two brunettes. In fact, she could feel the vibe ever since Jane walked through the door. We were really need to talk. She keeping something from me.

"You're not staying for dinner?"

Willow stands up to take over the conversation. She didn't want Maura to notice the harsh daggers that her girlfriend the other woman's, friend? girlfriend? whatever was sending each other. "We totally forgot that we have a job first thing in the morning. We would definately like to reschedule though, if that okay. I would love to get together so we can talk more about the advancement of computer architecture. I mean, if that okay with you. And I'm sorry I'm babbling. That probably the third tonight and okay, I'm going to stop now."

Maura genuinely smiles. She really enjoy conversing with Willow, who was indeed an intelligent woman. Her knowledge of computer technology was outstanding. "Ofcourse, anytime. I would to talk more."

Willow smiles back before turning to her girlfriend. "Faith lets go."

Faith rises from her seat and stands face to face with Jane, both putting on faux smiles. They hesitantly shake hands. "Rizzoli."

"Lehane."

Faith leans in a little to whisper so that only Jane would hear. "And if you really know who I am, you wouldn't even try it." She tightens her hand for good measure, but not as hard as it was before. She leans back, smile still in place.

Jane tries her hardest not to glare. She really didn't want to make Maura suspicious, eventhough, she knowing Maura, she already knew something was up. "I'm sure we'll each other again."

"Looking foward to it."

They finally let go of each other hands and Faith turns her attention to Maura. Faith wishes she didn't have to leave. Faith didn't really get to talk to her. She just mostly watched her. Now that she thought about it, she felt kinda stalkerish. "Sorry we have to leave so sudden. But hopefully we can get together another time."

Wait, is she flirting again. It's kinda hard to tell. With her staring at me all night, you would think she would have the respect of her girlfriend who was right there. Perhaps I am reading this all wrong. Maybe she's just looking for company, in a platonic way. "I would like that as well."

They smile and Maura couldn't help but sense a familiarness in her features. Her facial structure and especially her zygomaticus major reminds me of- Oh my god! Maura wine glass slips form her fingers. The sound of the glass shatters like the revalation in her mind. Metaphorically speaking...

A/N: I apologize if any of the characters are OOC. Let me know what you think. The whole possible Frankie/Dawn/Barry thing came out of nowhere for me. Definately wasn't plan on doing it, but I'm somewhat winging this story so *shrugs*...