There's your update for you. Sorry. I'm terrible at updating. My muse actually HASN'T really come back, I lied last time. I'm in a slight funk.
But I'd like to thank you all for all your encouraging words of wisdom and love sent my way, it means a whole lot.
Also, would you guys be interested in reading a Rizzoli and Isles/Game of Thrones fic? I have the whole story outlined out, and they characters fit BEAUTIFULLY with and into each other. I just need a yay or a nay.
The car engine roared underneath them as they made their way out into the dark streets of Boston. Frost was reaching dangerous speeds, his fists clenched on the steering wheel.
"You stabbed him." The dark haired woman spat. "Idiot!"
Korsak winced, and whined, hardly turning around in his seat. "We need someplace to hide her, Janie."
"We wouldn't need somewhere to hide her if you hadn't killed him!"
Next to Jane, gagged and bound, Maura Isles rolled her eyes.
The Rizzoli heiress had barely given time for Darren's body to hit the floor before she'd grabbed the honey blonde and dragged her to the second story window.
"Jump!" She had hissed, and Maura had gaped at her, unruly curls and all. Impatiently, Jane had picked her up and thrown her over her shoulder before climbing out herself. Luckily for them both, there had been enough ivy covering the side of the mansion for Jane to make her way down to the green grass. Maura had just held on as tightly as she could.
She'd been gagged with the dirty rag as soon as her feet had touched the ground, and pushed into the sleek black car by Korsak, complete with a small "sorry" as her head had hit the top of the vehicle. And she had listened intently as the conversations carried on outside, her eyes widening slightly as Jane brandished her gun around and in Korsak's face. These people are insane.
She mumbled behind the cloth, and Jane turned to glare at her.
"What she saying?" Frost asked, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.
The eldest Rizzoli undid the knot, and Maura took a long, deep breath, unsure for how long her liberated breathing would last. "I said, there's nowhere you can hide me without my father finding you."
"She got a bit of a mouth." Korsak grimaced.
"Yeah." Jane smirked. "Any suggestions, princess?"
"Why would I tell you where to hide me?" Maura scowled. "I want to go home. Now."
"No matter, Rizzoli." Frost glanced back. "We can hide her at Merch."
Jane shook her head. "That's the first place they'd look."
"The Robber?"
Korsak turned to Frost. "It's been shut for years."
"Exactly."
Maura followed the looks going from person to person in the car, puzzled. "What's a Robber?"
Maura quickly learned, on their way there, that 'The Robber' was really 'The Dirty Robber', and old place of the Rizzoli's that she'd only ever heard of. She knew it'd been in service when she was but a child, Constance still alive, her mother still sane, but it'd been condemned for her twelfth birthday. She remembered. Paddy had missed the party to attend the shutdown of the establishment.
It wasn't much.
The windows were barred, the door shut and trapped on its rusting hinges. It looked dusty from the outside, and from the inside, it was much, much worse. The furniture had been covered with white sheets years prior, but now they were a grimy gray. The second floor loomed overhead and, to Maura, threatened to fall inwards with every step they took into the bar room.
Jane beamed proudly at her. "Boston's first and finest speakeasy." She pointed to the stage. "Over there, Pretty Riley used to dance every night. I spent hours watching her."
"Didn't we all." Frost winked.
"And dad used to serve the drinks up here." She patted the bar underneath her hands almost lovingly. Maura watched her, astounded that this perfect stranger and rival was telling her her life story, and not throwing her inside a dark, damp closet, like she'd been before. Jane continued strolling around the room, pointing here and there as she continued rambling. The honey blonde just stared.
"Why are you doing this?" She brusquely blurted.
The Italian turned to her, a lopsided grin on her face. "Doing what?"
"Being nice to me. You gagged me barely an hour ago."
"Only because you wouldn't shut up." Jane shrugged. Maura caught Korsak and Frost leaving in the corner of her eye. Rizzoli took a step closer to her. "And I'm not in a tiff with you, just your daddy."
"We didn't kill Frankie."
"So you said earlier, but do you have proof?"
"How do I know you didn't kill Constance?"
"Because I said I didn't." Jane glared back into Maura's hazel eyes. Neither backed off.
"The pipewrench-"
"Isn't my signature. I don't have a signature." The dark haired woman shook her head. "I don't kill." Ma does. "I'm only in the drug and alcohol business. Frankie used to do the dirty business if it came to it. And he didn't shoot himself."
Maura sat down heavily in a leather armchair. Jane sat opposite of her, perched on the edge of her seat. The blonde noticed, but just moved back into her chair, massaging her temple.
A silent moment passed between them.
Jane played with the loose threads on her pants. "You really loved Constance, didn't you?"
"She was like my mother." Maura shut her eyes. "And I like her daughter. She had had one, but lost her. Lydia. She was blonde, like me." She opened her eyes. "How's your mother?"
The Italian bristled. "What do you care?"
"I'm not devoid of a heart, you know."
"She's upset." Jane muttered. "Her only boy, gone."
Maura glanced up. "I thought you had another brother? Thomas, was it?"
"Piece of shit." Rizzoli snapped. "He ran away with this girl a few years back. He stopped contacting us last year. Ma cried over him, him being her baby and everything…but she doesn't consider him part of the family. Not since she killed-" Jane snapped her mouth shut.
"Killed who?"
"Never mind." She pushed out of her chair and took a few steps around the room.
"Jane." Rizzoli whipped around to glare at the blonde. "Sit down."
She did.
"How did you get into the mansion?"
Jane shrugged half-heartedly. "Easily. We just grabbed some guys before they went in and took their invitations. Left 'em in the dumpster."
"What were you looking for?"
Jane's hard eyes met hers. "Proof."
"What kind?"
"The kind that'd make killing your father easier on my conscience."
"Oh."
The conversation at an end, they fell asleep there in their chairs, Maura dropping off soundly before Jane finally closed her eyes, sleeping a fitful sleep.
The honey blonde awoke first, the hazy light of dawn streaming through the broken boards over the windows. Jane sat curled in her chair, snoring away lightly. She turned her head, her eye catching on moving shadows.
"Jane." She whispered urgently. "There's someone here." The Italian didn't budge. And so the blonde held her breath as the sun's rays moved up into the back corner, too afraid to move.
A man's body hung there.
Her scream died in her throat.
Another cliffhanger death! But who is it? Ah, I love killing off people.
But enough about me… Review and love me, please, because someone has to.