A/N: Thanks for your support guys about the math. Five months to wait until R&I come back and until we find out what happened. Jesus, heart failure over here lol. But that's why I write: to pass the time when TV shows are not on besides as a hobby. Anyways, here's the new chapter! Enjoy

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"Everyone deserves compassion." – Michael Sheen

Ch. 4: No One Deserves It

It took a long time but they finally got inside. The front door to the building was lock for they happened to choose a building that only the tenants can enter. They decided to go for a different tactic and wait patiently until someone came to unlock the door. Upon waiting, they noticed the mailbox and looked for a last name.

They found it and smirked, 312.

Hours go by until finally, someone is approaching. A little old lady with her small dog approaches and they stand up, helping her up the stairs. She smiles and opens the door with them taking the opportunity to slip inside.

When the old woman disappears into her apartment with her dog, they began to ascend the staircase. They went up two flights of stairs, making sure that their hand didn't touch the railing, knowing that it might leave evidence.

Once on the third floor, they looked for the apartment number that said on the mailbox. 312, they chanted under their breath until they found it. Quietly, they looked from left to right to see that no one was going to come. When the coast was clear, they pulled out a pick locking tool and began to unlock the door.

Jane's POV

Maura continued the autopsy while Kris and I waited patiently for Cavanaugh. Susie and Maura moved the body over to the autopsy table. Susie returned to the lab to help process the evidence while Maura was washing the body of the blood. I then veered my attention toward Kris who was observing Maura.

It was an observant look and I could tell that she was analyzing everything that happened. After several moments, she pressed her lips together to a think line. She tapped the table for a small moment before she stood up and walked into Maura's office. I raised a curious brow before Kris emerged a couple minutes later with a small leather notebook. "What do you have," I asked softly.

"I need to keep track of this," Kris retorted. She took a seat next to me with her glasses placed on as she jotted down some notes.

"Cavanaugh is on his way," I asked.

Kris nodded. "Korsak is bringing him down to the morgue," Kris answered softly. She glanced back up at me then back at the notebook. "How does this involve Cavanaugh? The first murders are like Hoyt's MO then it does a full three sixty toward Cavanaugh," Kris wondered aloud.

"How would they know about Cavanaugh's family though," I asked.

Suddenly, we heard the doors slide open then close. I looked over to see Cavanaugh enter with Korsak, Frost and Frankie following close behind. "What did you call me down about, Rizzoli," Cavanaugh inquired.

Before I could even reply, he looked down at the body and noticed the writing on the arms that were on the computer screen. He gazed at it as his eyes furrowed and Korsak touched his shoulder. "Sean," he started.

"Who the fuck does this guy think he is," the lieutenant demanded.

"We don't know, sir," Kris answered.

He looked back at the body then said to Kris and I, "Figure it out."

"Sir, we barely have anything. There's lack of evidence in each crime scene," I explained.

"You mean this isn't enough, Rizzoli?"

Kris closed her notebook and said, "Sir, Jane's right. I understand that this hurts and-"

"You don't understand, Marx," Cavanaugh snapped causing everyone to become very quiet. Cavanaugh clenched his fist then pointed at Kris. "Patrick Doyle killed my family and this sick bastard is reliving it. Once, you lose someone you love and their memory constantly haunts your mind, you tell me how it feels."

"Lieutenant," Maura and I stated in astonishment.

But it seemed our calls came on deaf ears for Cavanaugh continued, "There are nights where I don't sleep and wish that I was with them. You don't understand the torture I deal with every night."

"Sean," Korsak stopped him.

I looked over at Kris with worried expression. For a moment, everything was silent and if anyone could, a pin could drop and you could hear it. Cavanaugh's fist was in a tight hold with his eyes directly at Kris.

I expected Kris to yell in protest and in hurt but instead, she stood up from her chair. She removed her glasses then replied, "I have experienced the same pain as you. I have experienced it twice in my lifetime, Lieutenant. You remember because others do? My nightmares have been going on for the last nine years and I relive it every day." Cavanaugh looked at Kris as she took in a deep breath before she released it, "Lieutenant, you can't expect anyone to figure this shit out. We requested you down here because we wanted you to see it, not bring back pain."

Cavanaugh's harden look seemed to soften. He looked over at all of us before he grumbled, "Find something then go home."

We all watch Cavanaugh turn around and stormed out of the morgue. I looked over at Kris whose expression seemed to be neutral. "What the fuck was that all about," I questioned.

"Janie," Korsak started.

"Vince, don't defend him on this. I get it that he's hurt about his family but Kris didn't deserve that."

"I know. I'll talk with him and he'll apo-"

"It's fine, Vince. I don't need an apology," Kris assured him quickly.

"Kiddo," I started unsurely.

I could tell that Maura was listening also as she was going over the body. Everyone's eyes were on Kris and it didn't faze her as she shook her head. "Focus on the case. I'm fine," Kris told me.

Korsak looked at Kris then back at me. I looked at Kris with a worried expression until I noticed the determined expression in her eyes. I nodded finally at Korsak to let it go, knowing Kris seemed to be more focus on the case then the ass chewing she received. "What do we have so far," Frankie asked softly, breaking the tension among us.

"We have the notes and the causes of death for the first two. Maura's working for the other one," I explained. I looked over at Maura then asked, "How long do you think it will take to get a cause of death?"

"I'm doing the external examination as we speak," Maura answered as she glanced over her shoulder. She then looked over and said, "I can say that the wounds are puncture wounds. It was sharp enough to make fatal wounds." I stood up from my seat and walked over to see the wounds. They were circular and almost looked like a puncture holes. But as I looked at this, I had a nagging feeling in the back of my head. "Jane," I glanced at Maura to see a curious look, "are you alright?"

I nodded and touched her shoulder. "I'm sorry," I apologized softly. "My mind wandered off."

Maura gave a small nod then looked back at the body, "They were deep."

"They look like nails went into him," Frankie pointed out.

"It wouldn't be possible. Nail would either destroy the surrounding skin around the wound or would show on the surface of the skin because of the head."

"So eliminate a nail gun or hammer," Frost placed out.

"I think we need to spread some feelers out," we suddenly heard. I glanced over my shoulder to see Kris was observing all of us. Her face was serious as well as her eyes as she stood up from her seat and walked over. "These murders are all hush so far but sometimes, the streets know more than we think," Kris informed.

I thought about her words for a couple moments before I asked with an unsure look, "You don't mean?"

Kris nodded, "We need to go talk to Rondo."

Kris' POV

The Boston Common was a place that many people hanged out. One of them had to be Jane's CI, Rondo. Though Jane wouldn't admit it, I knew that Rondo was one of Jane's many soft spots. I happened to grow fond of the former musician as well. Jane took a seat on a bench facing the activity of the park while I stood at the small coffee cart that sat in the middle of cart. "Here you go, Detective," the vendor slid a coffee cup and another cup.

I nodded, taking the cups as I walked over to the bench. I handed Jane her cup and sat down beside her. "That's not coffee," Jane pointed out.

"It's English tea," I retorted as I took a small sip.

"Since when did you drink English tea?"

I shrugged, swallowed the hot tea then resumed my gaze out toward the activity. Children were laughing while others were talking as the cars echoed through the streets. Usually, Jane and I would not sit here the whole time but we knew Rondo well enough. He would show up for his daily cappuccino.

As we sat together, I noticed that Jane kept glancing at me. Usually, Jane does this when she's looking around her surroundings. However, when I noticed that the pattern continued longer than usual, my peripheral vision noticed that her brown eyes were toward me. "Either there's something on my face or you have some god awful tick but I don't think it's either," I pointed out. Jane gave a surprise expression as I turned my head a bit and asked, "So since it's not those two, why do you keep glancing at me?"

"I didn't think you noticed," Jane retorted softly

A small smirk formed on my face. "I notice it, Ma," I informed her. "So why are you glancing at me?"

"I…well, how are you feeling?" I gave a curious look. Why would she ask about how I was feeling, I pondered for a moment. "You've been quiet since you know," she shrugged it before looking back at the activity.

"Oh…that. Right," I sighed. I bit my lower lip then shrugged, "I'm fine."

"Kris…"

"There's not much to talk about, Ma. I didn't lose my temper because there wasn't a reason to be upset. It was a moment of pain for Cavanaugh that I understand."

"You don't deserve it though."

"No one deserves it, Ma."

"VANILLLLA AND CINNAMONNNNN!" Jane and I looked up to see Rondo walking over dressed in his usual attire.

I chuckled and Jane rolled her eyes as she mumbled, "I hate that nickname."

"No, you don't." I then looked over at Rondo who stood in front of us. I stood up from my seat with Jane as I greeted, "Hey Rondo."

"Cinnamon, you lookin' good. Working out for the future Doctor Cinnamon," he wiggled his eyebrows. A harsh blush graced my cheek while Jane rolled her eyes. Rondo then looked Jane, "And Detective Vanilla, you are lookin' fine…"

"Enough of the compliments, Rondo. We need to ask you a couple of things," Jane told her informant.

"I don't know if I can answer anything per say…" Jane and I noticed that Rondo's right hand was out. I rolled my eyes as I pulled out of my wallet and placed a twenty-dollar bill in his hands. He closed his hand, placed the twenty in his pocket then said, "Ask away, Vanilla."

"Have you heard anything lately on the streets?"

"Like what per say though, Vanilla? There's lots of talk."

"Anything about murders," I inquired. "Is someone bragging about killing people?"

Rondo placed his hand on his chin while he flicked his toothpick a couple of times. "I haven't heard much about someone bragging. I've heard about the murders though," he started.

I raised an eyebrow. "What have you heard," I asked.

"So far, I've heard that one was a stabbing and the other was a fire. I think there might have been a witness. I'm not sure…"

"I'll buy you a cappuccino with lots of foam."

"Kris," Jane said in surprise.

"All right, Cinnamon."

He began to walk over until I stopped him. "Hold up, Rondo. Before I get that delicious foam drink you like, who was at the fire scene," I questioned him.

Rondo frowned a bit then replied, "Your idiot, Rodrigo. He was walking down the area when it happened. He's talking about it like nobody's business. He said he's going to tell the story to some reporter."

Jane and I looked at each other with panic expressions. These two murders were so far under the radar that we wanted to keep it that way. The only thing that the news knew about was that the fire was indeed arson with an apparent death. However, they didn't know that the death was a homicide. "Which reporter," Jane questioned.

"It's some chick on Channel 2…She's pretty fine too and-"

"Rondo," Jane and I said at the same time with annoyed looks.

He placed his hands up and replied, "It's the blonde chick…Sheena…Sheba..."

"Sheila? Sheila Barbalo," I asked back.

"Yeah. Hm, she's fine!"

"Ah fuck. Where is that idiot?"

"I heard that he's around his usual haunts."

"Great," Jane mumbled. I handed Rondo another ten dollars and let him walk off to the coffee vendor. I began to walk with Jane following close behind as she asked aloud, "We're going to look for Rodrigo?"

I nodded, "Knowing him, he'll talk up a storm to just get attention and we can't afford it, especially now."

Maura's POV

"Autopsy reports, Sergeant," I said as I handed the file over to Korsak as he sat at his desk. I looked over around to see that Jane and Kris had not returned to the bullpen. "Where's Jane and Kris," I inquired.

"Last time, I talked with them was about an hour ago. They were waiting for Rondo," Korsak answered. He picked up the file, opened it and asked, "What did you find, Maura?"

I looked back and answered, "The cause of death was indeed the stab wounds. One of the wounds was in cardiac sack as well as a stab wound to the lung. She bled out severally but the stab wound to heart was the fatal wound."

"Damn…"

"It was a very slow and painful death for her."

Korsak shook his head and sighed, "Poor girl." He pulled up a couple of the photos of the body, observing the wounds before he asked, "Have you figured out what the weapon was?"

"That was why I came up here besides to give the autopsy report. I actually came up to see if Jane and Kris wish to observe me testing possible murder weapons."

Korsak glanced over his shoulder, looking at his clock. He tapped his fingers then picked his phone and said, "I'm going to call them and ask where they're at."

"Hey! Watch it, Marx," I heard a man complain.

"Rodrigo, stop struggling with me and get out of my damn elevator," I heard Kris retort.

"No es el ascensor. También eres una poca grosera" [It's not your elevator. Also you're a bit rude], Rodrigo complained loudly. The door suddenly opened to reveal Rodrigo, in his usual attire of baggy and somewhat dirty clothes, handcuffed with Kris leading him into the bullpen with Jane behind her. He noticed me immediately and smiled, "Doctor Isles! Finally, a reasonable person in the world! Tell your daughter and wife to let me go."

"Oh cállate" [Shut up], Kris told him as she kicked a roller chair over to her and dropped Rodrigo in his chair. She removed her leather jacket grudgingly and draped it over her chair before she sat down.

Jane rolled her eyes as she walked over to me. "Rondo told us Rodrigo witnessed the arson," she informed us.

"I did and I was not going to tell the news," Rodrigo argued as he glared at Kris. Jane and Kris gave unfazed looks while he questioned them; "You really think I would blab about me witnessing an arson to the media with the dude still out there."

"So it was a male," Jane asked.

"Yeah. He's about 6'0 and muscular. Didn't see his face though."

Jane nodded while she turned back and asked, "What brings you up here, Maura?"

"I just gave Sergeant Detective Korsak the autopsy report," I answered.

"So someone did die! I knew it! Isn't that murder," Rodrigo questioned. He looked at Kris and immediately he noticed Kris' expression with her glasses peering over her nose. "That's why you handcuffed me," he discerned.

"No," Kris answered with annoyance in her voice.

"Then why am I cuffed?"

"Because you ran! I pull up in my cruiser with Detective Rizzoli and you see me, stepping out of the damn cruiser and walking over then you bolted at the sight of me. I ran two blocks and you thought you were going to lose me in the alleyway."

"Well, I didn't expect you to climb over that fence."

I looked over at Kris with a surprised expression. "You climbed a fence," I asked with amazement.

Before Kris could reply, Jane answered, "She ran toward the fence and climbed right over then landed on the ground."

"I'm lucky that I'm physically fit," Kris retorted. She then brought her attention back at Rodrigo, "Now if you didn't run then I would not have to cuff you. You are either hiding something or you know more than what you are telling me."

Rodrigo scoffed, "I told you everything I know."

"He's lying," I called out.

"How would you know, Doc?"

"I read facial movements and you showed a sign of lying. You looked toward the left which is a dead giveaway."

Rodrigo's smirk dropped immediately and Kris noticed. She pulled out her keys and leaned over to unlock the handcuffs. Once they were off, Rodrigo soothed his wrists while Kris commanded in a soft tone, "Spill Rodrigo."

Rodrigo sighed, "All I saw was the guy coming up the street then he approached the house. Woman opens the door and he gets inside. I don't know how long later but then I see him exiting the house quickly and walking back down the street. He's holding like a couple things in his hands."

"What were they, Mr. Fuentez," I inquired.

Rodrigo snorted loudly and said, "At least, she's polite to me." Kris and Jane rolled their eyes at this comment while he answered, "I saw a bottle that look like one of those gasoline containers and strangely, he had an ice pick in his other hand."

I paled while Kris' eyes widened like Jane's. "An ice pick," Jane repeated slowly. "Are you completely sure, Rodrigo?"

"Of course, I'm sure. I know an ice pick anywhere."

Jane looked at me then back at Kris. She looked over at the file that sat on Korsak's desk then grabbed it quickly. She opened it quickly to the picture of the victim then moved to the next picture, which was the murder weapon wound. She showed the picture to me and asked, "Does it look like a ice pick could have done this, Maur?"

I looked at the picture then thought about the ice picks I've seen. "The diameter and size of the weapon could make the wound," I answered.

"Damn…"

Kris brought her attention back to Rodrigo and said in a low tone, "Rodrigo, no puedes decir nada a la noticia. Ellos están poniendo su vida en peligro si él sabe que lo viste. ¿Entiendes?" [Rodrigo, you say anything whatsoever to the news. They are placing your life in danger if he knows that you saw it. Don't say anything whatsoever to the news. They are placing your life in danger if he knows that you saw it. Understand?]

Rodrigo crossed his arms then nodded in agreement.

R&I

An hour later…

"An ice pick," I whispered. I could feel my hands shaking as I sat at my desk. I took in a deep breath then released it as I tried to collect myself inside my office. The door and blinds were closed for my privacy to think to myself. Kris and Jane know what you're thinking. They are looking into it. Don't assume, Maura, I told myself. I then heard a knock on the door causing me to say, "Come in."

The door opened to reveal Jane who held a soft expression. "You okay," she asked softly.

"I have a bad feeling about all of this, Jane," I answered.

Jane walked across the office and hugged me tightly. She then kissed my forehead and whispered, "It's not Doyle. He's all the way in California. You and I both know that."

I nodded, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Hoyt. Cavanaugh's family. Jane, what is he doing?"

"I don't know, Maura. We'll find him though."

"I know you will."

RING!

Jane looked down and pulled out her phone. "Gabriella," she said in surprise. She then glanced at her watch and said, "Kris should be already back at her place. We have enough info like Cavanaugh wanted for now but we need some rest especially Kris."

"Maybe Gabby wants to know if Kris is with us? Answer it."

Jane slid her phone unlock and placed the phone on speaker. "Hey Gabby, Kris not there," she asked. We suddenly heard a loud crash and yelling as Jane and I looked at each other with worry. "Gabriella," Jane shouted.

"Jane! Hurry!"

"Gabriella, what's going on," Jane questioned back as she began to leave the office. I chased after Jane as she approached the stairway. "Gabriella, talk with me here," Jane barked.

"Kris needs help!"

BANG!

Gabriella's POV- Half an hour earlier…

"I'll see you later, Jude," I smiled as I closed my locker for the day.

Judith smiled, "Have a good two days off."

"Oh, I will," I laughed. I slipped my gray hoodie on, grabbed my purse, and walked out of the locker room and out of the hospital to the parking lot. As I was approaching my car, I noticed a tall figure standing against my car.

I froze for a moment before I placed my hand in my purse, feeling my pepper spray. Kris always wanted me safe so Jane gave me as a small present for my birthday a can of pepper spray. I wrapped my fingers around it before I heard, "Gabriella, it's me."

I sighed in relief as I moved closer to see Kris smirking. I shook my head and scolded lightly, "You're lucky I didn't spray you with pepper spray."

"I'm glad it's not a gun," Kris replied cheekily.

I shook my head as she leaned in and kissed my cheek. I pulled out my keys and asked, "I thought you were at work?"

"Was. Done for the day."

"Did you walk all the way here," I asked in surprise for I didn't see Kris' car or motorcycle. Kris nodded and slid into my car as I continued, "So I have you the rest of the day?"

Kris chuckled, "Yes, you do. It's been a long day anyways." She then turned her body a bit to look out of the passenger door. I started the engine and began to drive back to the apartment while Kris and I sat in a comfortable silence. "Cav chewed me out," Kris said suddenly.

"Over what?"

"The case and he shouted about how I don't know how it feels to lose someone you love."

I pulled up to the curb in front of our apartment complex and looked at Kris. "Honey," I said softly, noticing the sad expression on her face. I took her hand and kissed it then whispered, "You don't deserve that."

"No one does, love. Sometimes, heartache makes us irrational." She then kissed my hand and said, "Now come on, I like to spend the rest of my day with my fiancé. We can maybe get some wedding stuff done."

I chuckled, "I think we can then maybe do 'other' things." Kris' eyes widened at my suggestive tone before a mischievous smile formed on her face. I giggled at this look before I stepped out of the car. I looped my arm around Kris' and began to climb up the staircase into the building with Kris unlocking the door.

"I think TJ should be ring bearer with Liam," Kris suggested as we were climbing the steps then down the hall to our apartment door.

"I like that. Aly is obviously flower girl."

"Yup and…" Kris stopped suddenly with an alert expression. It was a look I knew when Kris was defensive and immediately, Kris pushed me behind her as she drew her gun. I followed her gaze toward the front door to see that it was slightly cracked open. My chest tightened at the sight while Kris moved toward the side. "Call Jane now," Kris ordered.

"Kris…"

"Do it." I pulled out my phone and watched as Kris gently pushed the door open and walked in slowly with her gun. I watched closely as she began to move in the darkness of our apartment while I began to call Jane.

There were several rings while I mumbled, "Answer Jane, please."

Kris moved toward the kitchen checking the area then began to move down the hall. She peered into bathroom before I noticed someone sneaking up behind Kris with rope.

"Kris," I shouted.

And chapter ends here. Yes, I did a cliffhanger. So what happens next? You have to wait and see. So please REVIEW, PM, comment, etc! Check out also "New Adventures" for I posted the Protégé Series "ALS Ice Bucket Challenge" chapter.

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