That Missing Spark: Chapter Eight: The Double Crosser Crossed Over With The Other.
Oh god Rizzoli, what are you gonna drag me into? Paddy opened his door as the sparks flew into the car as that door too went like the wind.
Paddy was greeted with two STOP barriers being shoved out of the way by the front of the car; he could have sworn he saw 'bridge construction in progress.' On the sign… surely not…
And then it felt like being on a roller coaster… as the car tipped forwards…
Eurgh… my head… Jane groaned mentally, trying to fight the agonizing head ache.
Opening her eyes, Jane realized the situation she was in. She was in a cop car with the boss of the Irish mafia (who remained unconscious) and she was up to her thighs in rising water.
The car was slowly sinking into what Jane could only remember as a river…
"Oh shit." Jane cursed aloud; quickly Jane franticly shook Paddy in an attempt to awake him, only to hear a faint groan.
Looking outside for some form of help, Jane was greeted with darkness of the night with the accompaniment of red and blue flashing lights.
"God, why can't life ever be fair for once?!" Jane cursed out loud.
Quickly unbuckling her seatbelt, Jane realized she had two choices. One drown. Two surrender. This river went on forever and it's not like she could hold her breath till she reached Chicago…
Jane knew when her options were against her, so she took a deep breath.
Undoing paddy's seatbelt, she reached into the inside of his jacket and fished in the pocket, pulling out a book. Pushing the man into the water Jane climbed on top of the car roof. Watching as all the soldiers pointed their guns out at her… just like a criminal.
Suddenly everything went blurry for her, when she looked around her; a silver gun shell seemed to be sticking out of her thigh…
Struggling to take it out, Jane soon collapsed in moments on the car roof.
Her senses started to shut down, she felt so sleepy… it was like an iron fist was crushing her mind…
Through brunet eyes, Jane watched as a figure swam away from the scene, only reliving small bubbles above the surface of the water.
And that was the last thing Jane saw.
The morgue…
The figure watched Doctor Isles with intense interest. She walked round the lab with such elegance despite the fact that her mind was at wits end.
Suddenly a vibration was felt in the person's pocket.
Taking out the phone, they opened the message.
'Is Doctor Isles there?'
Replying as quickly as possible
'Yes.'
A new message came back as quickly as the person had sent it.
'Make sure she doesn't leave, we'll be retrieving her soon.'
With that, the person put the phone back in the pocket.
Doctor Isles turned round and faced the young woman.
"Susie, would you mind analyzing these DNA toxins please?" Putting on a fake smile, Susie took the folder.
"Of course Doctor Isles, I don't think it will take too long." Susie said with a smile.
Well… you'll probably be gone by the time I can get these back to you."
Boston Prison
Jane sat in the chair, chained to a table. Thankfully no search had been preceded just yet.
Two men looked down at her.
"We gotta couple of questions for you Rizzoli."
"I want a lawyer." Jane said immediately. Not wanting to bother with the questions.
"In all fairness Rizzoli, I don't think the best lawyer in the state of Massachusetts could help you out of this one."
"Hmmn, well as of Act 1987, I do not have to answer or respond to you without my lawyer."
"Well then… you'll be here for a long time." The two men said, leaving the interrogation room.
Jane let out a heavy sigh… as soon as they were gone; Jane twirled round so she wasn't facing the window or the camera.
Taking out the book from her jacket, Jane ran through a list of names. She needed to find one who worked here, and would get her out….
John Rickers… Hmmn.
"I wanna speak to John Rickers." Jane demanded, not surprised to see the door open. "I'll confess to John Rickers. But not to anyone else."
The two cops looked at each other.
Before long a man with blonde hair and an 'I am above you' status walked into the room.
He sat down in front of the criminal.
Jane leaned in, hoping the microphone couldn't pick this one up.
"Listen. You are to get me out of here, or I am blowing you off to Doyle. I know you work for him, now you have to get me out of here."
Jane noticed the man's chest stop breathing.
"Ok." He replied. He didn't want a single bit of tension between him and Doyle. It would probably result in him and a lack of child producing…
Walking out of the room, Jane could only imagine the arguments going on between John and the rest of the crew.
John returned with a key, unlocking the cuffs on Jane watching her as she stood up like the alpha lion. Walking out the room with John.
"You are going to be sent to a jury, don't say anything till we get out of here."
Jane winced as she was lead to a cop car, the bright street lights coming as a bit of a shock after being kept in a dimly lit interrogation room for what felt like hours.
They drove until Jane realized something felt wrong. Looking through the side of her eye, Jane noticed the gun that John owned was still in his lap.
Before he could notice Jane snatched it and held it to his temple.
"Ok, what the hell is up?"
"I have no idea what you're on about."
"No one would just let someone walk out with them, just because they claimed they had evidence against you that said you worked with Doyle. Your either highly gullible, or you know something I don't."
Jane noticed a bead of sweat, the darting eyes, and the twitchy hands.
"Your bullshiting!"
"You think I'm bullshitting? I used to be a cop, and I never made an empty threat. I will blow your head off if you don't tell me what's going on here."
Clicking off the safety, Jane realized the man was scared shitless, but was scared of something else that would not get him to talk.
Looking down, Jane noticed the ring.
"I can find you; I can find your wife. I'll find your children if you have them, and I swear to god, not even the medical examiner of Massachusetts will be able to tell one from the other."
"No! Don't hurt them! Please!"
"Then you tell me everything!" Jane's voice growled.
"I work… for another mafia. Their settled in the south part of Boston. I sell 'em information like I did for Doyle."
"Don't talk out of your ass. Doyle owns all of south Boston, there's no way he'd let a gang like that work."
"Doyle's been run out. He doesn't even own west Boston anymore."
"Why?"
"Because this mafia, they're strong, they're packing in so much heat that the FBI has been ignoring the evidence because they lack the amount of men in Boston."
"Who are they?!" Jane asked, angry that Doyle hadn't told her this already.
"They call themselves the 'Shut down.' The guy in charge… no one's ever met, he contacts the outside through his assistant, I dunno who he is, but he offers people to join the mafia, claiming they're gonna strike."
"Strike what?"
"Everything."
There was a silence in the car as Jane absorbed all the information she'd just got. It was a lot to take in.
Boy she was gonna have some words with Paddy when she saw him.
"Get out of the car, step away by fifteen feet and lie on the ground."
The dirty cop did as asked; Jane got out of the car and circled round it. Jane heard the man sob.
"Please… don't hurt my family." Jane looked him in the eyes. How could Hoyt have done this to so many people?
"I ain't' gonna hurt your family." Jane said, as she reversed and drove off.
As Jane drove down the road in the night, the memories of all of this started to wonder around her mind.
How she'd kissed Maura, when she'd blown up stuff in SWAT training, the fun times at the Dirty Robber, Frost's dirty jokes during work… Jane could only pray that she'd get to live more of those memories.
Suddenly a faint growl came from her stomach. Pulling into a nearby fast food chain, Jane took the gun out of her pocket.
Jane probably did what only a toddler would think about doing, going into Mc Donald's, walking into the kitchen and taking the cheese burger and coke.
The sound of Maura's voice echoed in the criminal's mind. About how there was no good in Mc Donald fries or whatever.
Jane had driven a fair bit further away, and then settled down to read through the book of names, careful not to get the coke stains on the book.
But then a name came up, surprising Jane a fair bit.
"Susie Chang." Jane read aloud.
Well I know where my next stop is.
The Café Division.
"Agent Dean… what are you doing here?" Angela asked, surprised to see the assho- agent back in Boston. She'd heard that he was transferred to DC.
"Oh. Hello Angela." He said awkwardly. "Erm… I'm looking for Doctor Isles."
"Oh yeah, she's probably in the morgue." Angela said, too surprised to ask why.
"Ok thank you." And then he left for the lift. Showing his FBI badge to the guard, he was then buzzed through to the lift.
Little did he know that the good doctor soon came down the fire stairs to see Angela.
"Maura, Dean was just here looking for you." Jane overheard. Sitting in the café with a big newspaper in front of her.
"Oh? I can't imagine why… I hope he isn't here to ask me more questions about Jane. God what has she gotten herself into?"
"Oh Maura, I know her hearts in the right place. She's just doing what she thinks is right."
What the hell? Jane thought in her head, sometimes Jane thought her ma got these speeches from Disney movies.
"I know, but everything seems so tense now. I feel like someone's watching me all the time."
"Oh sweetie, don't be paranoid. Think of all these agents you have to surround you. The most they could do is 'classify' you to death."
"I don't get it." Maura replied in confusion.
"Work here for a bit, I could show you."
"Hmmn, as nice as that sounds. I've got to get back to the autopsy."
"Maura…" The doctor turned round.
"What are you not telling me?"
"Nothing." Maura squeaked, and hurried off.
Jane could only hide the grin on her face with the news paper. Slowly getting up, making sure her back was to her mother as much as possible, Jane noticed Susie coming into the café. Jane Approached her quickly.
"Susie! I haven't seen you in ages! I think your car's getting towed!" Jane said so quickly, that she quickly dragged the girl out. Her hand covering the young girl's mouth.
As soon as Jane let go, Susie spun round. She tried to throw a slap at Jane with her left hand only for Jane to block it and hold it with an iron grip.
"Get off me you rapist! I will call the – Jane?"
"Susie, I need you to listen carefully. Something bad's gonna happen soon; I need you to keep me updated. I need you to keep Maura safe." Jane blurted it all out at once, hoping it would stop Susie from screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Ok…" Inside Susie was laughing, but she kept her fake outer shell the same.
"Good, if anything bad happens. Text this number." Jane handed the girl a small crumpled piece of paper.
And with that done, Jane left the scene.
If only Jane had stayed a bit longer, she would have noticed a 'corpse' re-enter a black van, underneath the body bag laid the knocked out Doctor Isles.
Susie approached the muscle guy.
"The Boss says to stay here, so there's no questions raised about staff going missing."
"Ok, tell him Rizzoli was here."
With a nod, the van drove off.
Back in the café
Agent Dean returned to the café.
"Angela I can't seem to find Maura, are you sure she hasn't taken leave?"
"No why would she do that?" Angela asked.
"I'm not sure, anyway I best be going. Bye." And with that Agent Dean left the building.
How strange. My cop gut senses are tingling…
Oh anything that sound like a fact in this story is just made up Hopefully…
And if it gets too ridiculous… put your mind in a ten year old :D
Well here's an update.
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