Disclaimer: Rizzoli and Isles I don't own, Kris and the story I do own

"Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times when one only remembers to turn on the light." - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Ch. 6: Fear and Lavender

Jane's POV

Maura found skin cells on a set of rope we found in the warehouse. We immediately sent it to lab while I stayed at the bullpen with Frost and Korsak reviewing but soon the later hours took over. Korsak and Frost went home after I told them that they should and Maura went home after I did the same with her.

I could see she was worried about Kris ever since our fight. I was worried too but it seemed every time I saw her, I was upset and scared. The thought of what if she was like Hoyt came running through my mind and I seemed to see that shadow over Kris. This teen I had grown to like, terrified me.

I looked down at the crime scene photos observing everything. It was hard to figure out this killer, there was barely evidence and the notes made no sense. Well, to the team and I. Kris could figure them out but as she read them, I noticed her face grow darker. "Why can't this be easier," I groaned.

"There's no such thing as easy, Detective," I looked up to see Kris standing at the doorway wearing a beanie and her leather jacket, in her hands were tumble ware, large one too. Ma, I thought in my head immediately but I wondered why Kris was down here. She looked uneasy as she removed her beanie causing her bangs to be slightly spiky. I chuckled and she looked at her hair for a moment, she gave a light smile before fixing it. That's the Kris I know, I sighed. Then that smile faded as Kris placed the food down on my desk.

I took the food and looked at her, "Why are you here?"

Kris looked at me then away, "Dr. Isles told me you were still here and I knew your Ma would want you to eat so…"

"So you are delivery?"

Kris nodded before looking down at my hands. She looked away before sighing, "Were you afraid?" I turned my chair immediately toward her when she looked back at me, "Hoyt, I didn't know it was him at the time. I just knew him as the Surgeon and then one day, I saw you on the newspaper and I knew."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"How could I? I knew that your reaction was going to be total hate and disgust when I would tell you and you did," Kris told me quietly. I looked away sadly, staring down at the photos of the crime scene. She was right, I reacted not very well with the news and it caused Kris to build this wall as I did. But I didn't want a wall with her; I didn't want it to separate us.

Kris looked down at it also, "He told me that I was broken. That no one loves me and I believed every word."

"Kris…"

She shook her head and smiled slightly, "Sometimes I wish things were different but you can't change the past."

"Kiddo," I said gently feeling my guilt take over a bit. She looked up at me and sighed, "Come on, we need to get out of here."

R&I

Even though it was snowing, I took Kris to the baseball field. I handed her my baseball bat while I went to the pitcher's mound. "Jane," Kris called to me as she stood at home plate, "why are you doing this?"

"Distress and talking," I simply answered. "Get ready for the pitch."

Kris tapped the bat at the ends of her shoes, crouching in batting stance. I threw the ball and it was an immediate hit, which was stronger than I thought. It went over my head and landed several feet away. "Nice," I said as she smiled slightly. I threw another one and the same thing happened, she seemed to flow with ease. "You know…I still care for you, Kiddo," I told her as I pitched the ball.

She suddenly missed. She placed the bat down and sighed, "I can't push you guys away, can I?"

I shook my head, "Why try?"

"I don't know anymore."

"Yeah you do. Adrian said something to you the day you visited him, what did he tell you? What scared you so much that you told Cavanaugh?" I could see she didn't want to explain but something in her also seemed to pop out, she looked like a child than her usual teenage demeanor. "Fine," I gave up, "don't tell me. I thought you trusted me enough or at least, Maura."

I walked over to pick up the bat and collect the balls. "He threatened everything," she finally said. I looked over my shoulder to see her looking at me, she removed her jacket for a moment to rub her arms before placing her jacket back on, "He had this thing that he liked to say to his victims, 'Everything you love will be mine.' He means it and he said it to me that day."

"Everything you love?"

"I didn't want it," she sighed. "Love, I didn't want love because when you love someone. They are meant to be there for you. Everyone I loved either left or died, Price is one and then…"

"Maura and I," I completed.

"I'm tired of losing people, Jane. If closing myself off stops love, then let it." I watched as she sat down at a bleacher looking up at the sky, "I'm just a kid, a person who's tried of running."

I walked back to her and sat beside her, I took her hand in mine and she glanced at me as I said, "Then stop running and let us help. Let us in." All she did was nod and rested her head on my shoulder, resuming her watch at the sky.

Maura's POV

It was late in the evening when I received my text about the DNA report coming in. I called Jane and waited for in the lab to explain my discovery. However, I did not expect Kris and Jane together, let alone in speaking terms.

"That's all you know," Jane asked.

Kris nodded, "That's all I know. He was leading me on, trying to goat me. When you interrogate him, Jane, do not show emotions. If you show them, he'll pick at them."

"Jane's going to interrogate Adrian," I asked incredulously. Kris nodded as she approached and hugged me softly. She gave me a soft kiss on the cheek before stepping away. It was rare to see Kris giving those small things but when I noticed Jane's soft smile, I knew that Kris was back to normal.

Jane cleared her throat a bit, "So what do we got?"

"The results for the skin. It's male and also they are in the database," I explained to them.

"So who is it?"

"Patience."

"Not much left here, Maura," Kris yawned a bit.

I rolled my eyes quickly typing into the files then turning the screen toward them. Jane looked at Kris and pointed to the photo, "He look familiar?" Kris shook her head but Jane smirked slightly at me, "We got this bastard."

"His name is Nathaniel Clark. A former security guard and look here, the serial number comes back to him because he sold it out." Kris sighed, "You can get him now or after interrogation of that piece of shit called my father."

"Korsak and I can go now."

"Get this fucker."

"Language," I scolded. Kris yawned again and I went around the table touching her shoulder, "You should sleep."

Kris gave me a tired look, nodding. She removed her glasses placing them in her pocket as she walked over to one of the autopsy tables. "I plan to right now," she said, grabbing a small roll of paper towels before climbing onto the table.

"Kris, that's for a body."

"I am a body, Maura and I need the sleep before I see Hell come alive." She then turned onto her side, falling asleep on the autopsy table instantly.

I was going to walk over and try to wake her up but Jane stopped me. Her arms wrapped around my wrist, pulling me back in. I lay back against her as she whispered against my ear, "Let her sleep. She needs it."

"On the autopsy table," I whispered back.

Jane nodded, "She's scared." I turned around to look at Jane who looked down at me then back at Kris, "Adrian threaten our lives that's why Kris is all spooked. Maura, she…she loves us."

I could hear Jane's voice slightly crack. I wondered why this was hard for Jane to comprehend and then I realized something. Besides TJ, Kris was the only child that stuck around with Jane and I. Usually, Jane sees children slightly annoying but wonderful but with Kris, she sees her as her own. Kris slipped past the Rizzoli armor as well as mine.

Now all we had to do was protect her from Adrian Marx.

Adrian Marx's POV

I heard my door swing open and immediately I lay on the floor. A cover goes over my head as zip ties go around my wrists, I smile for I knew what was happening.

Several feet down the hall, down the stairs, into a truck. It is about an hour drive when it stops when I'm pull out of the car and push inside. There is a loud slamming of the door but I could smell an odor that Charles once described to me.

Suddenly my cover gets remove and there before me is a beautiful brunette haired woman. Her look was serious and piercing, a look that showed that I was in her arena and plans to personally feed me to the lions. Nevertheless, she had that smell that Charles described so perfectly to me.

"Adrian Marx," she spoke, "I'm Detective-"

"Jane Rizzoli. You are just like Charles described and exactly what Kris would look up to."

"Don't talk about either of them," she hissed. She rubbed her hands as I looked down at the scars. "Where's your apprentice?"

She hasn't found him yet. "I don't know," I answered.

"Don't lie to me, Marx. Tell me where he's at?"

"If I did then where is the fun for me? I always loved a good game, has Kris told you that?"

The detective slammed her fist on the table, "Don't talk about her."

So Kris has gotten them to care about her? This will be more fun then I thought. "I can smell it, you know," I told her. She looked at me confused but I only smirked at her, "You smell like lavender and fear."

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