Well initialy this chapter was going to be about 2000 words longer but I decided to break it off where I thought was best. Turns out I lost the other half of this story when my computer shut down unexpectedly and I lost everything I didn't save. Word to the wise; Save, Save, and Save again. Now I have to rewrite the entire 10th chapter. God thing I saved this one. Enjoy.


Chapter 9: This Love, This Hate

Jane was out of breath when she arrived at the Hotel. It was quite large and expensive looking, not too out of the ordinary for this upscale neighborhood. Jane looked aound at all of the expensive cars lining up just infront, the couples getting out of the cars dressed in just as expensive clothing. She made her way to what seemed to be a side entrance hoping not to encounter the black suited men she knew to be security. But as she approached the door she was stopped by two of them.

"Woah, woah, woah. I'm sorry, lady, invite only." One of them said crossing his arms over his chest. Janes eyebrow twitched with annoyance at how he had addressed her as "lady". How long had she worked to where she was; broken bones to bullet holes, she had worked her way up not to be addressed like some ordinary woman. Flashing her badge she demanded the respect she deserved.

"It's Homicide Detective Jane Rizzoli, and I'm getting in." The men looked at one another with looks of confusion.

"Homicide? What, like murders and stuff."

"Yes, like murders and stuff." Jane mocked rolling her eyes. "Now let me through before I show you just what kind of murders I deal with."

"Uhhh, we can't let you through without-" He stopped when he saw the detective rolling up her sleeves impatiently giving both of them threatening looks.

"Need I inform you two gorillas that interferance with an investigation is punisable by law." She stepped towards the superior looking one getting up and personal in his face."And I'm the law." She growled. The man mumbled a defense looking helplessly to his buddy. "So, seeing as niether of you can string two words together appropriatly I'm going to let myself in." She shoved pass the two men who still seemed at a loss of choices and angrily opened the door to the jigantic lobby, hundreds of people strolling around looking for friends and just enjoying the evening.

Jane sighed, well so much for subtility. It would be a miracle if she escaped this night without a derranged mob breaking out. Pushing her thoughts aside she made her way through the elegant crowd looking everywhere for the Hostess. She was beginning to lose hope until she finally spotted her near the staircase in a group of very wealthy couples. Attempting to make her way towards the elder woman, something else caught Jane's eye. A familiar man stood eyeing the woman as well, his outfit that of a server, a tray of Champagen balanced carefuly in his hand. A vibe of pure hatred radiated from him as he eyed the very wealthy before something else seemed to catch his gaze. Jane followed his look and found another familiar face giving him a stern look. The receptionist of Green Cross Pharmacies seemed to speak to the boy with her eyes as she made her way over to Constance. Fear and instict took over and Jane bolted through the crowd trowards her friend's mother who had just taken a drink from the girls tray.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion, Jane shoving her way through a group of suited men; she wasn't going to make it in time. She cried out Constance's name hoping to stop the woman before she took a sip from the crystal glass, the woman now tilting the foaming champagne into her slightly parted lips. Jane felt defeated as she watched the woman lower the glass. Nothing happened. Jane slowed her pace as she watched the woman cautiously. Constance returned to the conversation with her guest and laughed lightly. What was going on?

"Mrs. Isles." Jane voiced as she approached, her attention immediatly redirecting to find the false waitress. Constance looked over her shoulder, a look of confusion playing across her features.

"Detective? What are you doing here?" Jane ignored the question still looking around the lobby. Both the woman and man had vanished, a bad feeling began to rise in the pit of Jane's stomach.

"Mrs. Isles you have to leave. It's not safe here." Constance seemed offended by the remark.

"I will not run in fear after having already proceded with the banquet in fond memory of my late colleagues. As you may have noticed security is at maximum effiecency-"

"No, Constance, they're disguised as-" A blood curling scream inturrupted the hall followed by more. Jane frantically turned to search for the source barely seeing a woman crouched next to a fallen man before a crushing pain to her temple crippled her. Jane faintly heard Constance Isles shriek and fight with someone. The brunette did her best to refocus her gaze and watched as feet rushed hurridly about. It was strange to watch since she couldn't hear any of it, almost like someone had muted Life itself. It was also strange to find herself eye level with the floor. When had she fallen? She couldn't remember, but the thought brought back the realization of what had just happened.

The sound of the ensuing chaos began to rise and Jane found herself sturggling to lift herself from the ground. When she finally stood upright she staggered to the side. A streak of red obscured her vision as she tried to wipe the blood out of her eye, her senses out of wack from the blow. She looked around in a daze and saw a Constance Isles struggling in the head lock of her captor as the black suited profile dragged the screaming woman to a private elivator, the barrel of a gun pressed firmly against her temple. Jane reached down to unhollster her own gun as she started to run after the two. Two shots rung out, champagen glasses shattering next to her as the bullets missed by mere inches. Jane found cover quickly behind a counter searching the room for the source of the fire. The crowd got even more paniked and chaotic, tables and glass breaking in the commotion. Jane positioned herself just above the counter firing back, careful not to hit any guests. She heard returning fire and ducked as the wood of the counter splintered just abover her. She saw security move in and fired their own weapons distracting the gunman enough for her to manuver herself into a better spot to get a clear shot at the masked waiter. She fired her gun twice satisfied only when the man fell to the floor dropping his weapon.

She hadn't realized it until she had made her way over to the recently closed private elivator door that she was shaking. She uselessly kicked the door to releive some of the pent up adrenaline. She looked around, her eyes scanning the room for an alternate route. Some of the security had the injured gunman in custody while others where directing the guests out of the hotel lobby. A distinct chime sounded as the elivator reached it destination, Jane looking at the lit number above the steel doors. No one took notice as she rushed to the door on the far side of the room labled "Stairs". She kicked the door in and made her way up the staircase, taking steps two to three at a time. The throbbing in her head increased with the rising in her heart rate but she ignored it.

Finally reaching the top floor she stopped before opening the door. She tried to catch her breath and wipe at the blood streaking down her face again before placing her hand on the door knob. Silently she slid it open just enough to squeeze through. She heard pleading before laughter rang out through the empty level as she made her way down the seemingly empty hallway. Jane didn't have time to distinguish either voices before shots where directed at her once again. She managed to shove herself in the doorway to a room before any of the bullets could find thier intended target. The detective blindly shot around the corner hoping to faze her attacker and buy her enough time to see where the shooter was positioned. Daring a look around the wall after the shots silenced Jane saw the barrel of a gun just outside of the open elivator door. She watched the flare of it as it fired and hid behind the wall once again turning her head away as parts of the wall flew into the air.

As quick as she had been, she hadn't been quick enough. The pain of her grazed shoulder a stinging reminder that there was more at stake then just getting her killer. Jane clenched her jaw and waited for the firing to stop. When it did she returned fire turning fully out of the corner and crouched low taking aim carfully. The shots rung as they hit metal inside of the elivator. She saw the shooter huddle to shield themselves from the bullets that bounced off the inside of the lift, Jane never pausing as she unloaded her clip. A string of curse words insued assuring Jane she had hit her target. She heard a thud as the body in the elivator hit and slid down the metal wall inside to the carpated floor, the face of the young girl looking around the coner with pure hatred towards the detective. Jane covered quickly as she saw the girl raise the gun once more, a few more shots ringing out. Rizzoli took the opportunity to reload her gun, taking a clip from her boot. When the shots died Jane looked back out around the corner, apperently the other girl was reloading as well. Jane took the opportunity and yelled out to the girl.

"Just put your gun down and come out. I can get you medical attention."

"I'd rather die here then not finish what we started." Was her only reply as a few more shots where aimed at the detective. Jane recovered quickly still in a crouched position behind the wall.

"It wasn't her fault! It was only an accident!" More gun fire. Jane knew there was no talking her way out of this. So instead she aimed around the corner again before firing a few more rounds. Another cry of pain and the falling of metal on to the floor alerted Jane that the girl was unarmed. The detective didn't hesitate to remove herself from the doorway and to the elivator where she kicked the fallen gun from the girls reach. The girl only looked up at her with a painful expression. Two wounds stained her black and white outfit, one in her chest the other in her shoulder.

"She's going to get what she deserves. From the only one who can hurt her the most." A pained smile stretched across her tired expression before her head fell to the side lifelessly. The slamming of a metal door was heard from the far side of the hallway pulling Jane from the sight before her. Instinctivly she followed the noise keeping her gun ready to fire. Her vision blurred as she rounded the corner, clearing it before pressing forward to the metal door. The blood was now slowly flowing from the gash in her temple and the concusion was setting in. She staggered again falling against the wall next to the door. She took in a shaky, constricted breath as she reassembled herself. Prepairing the gun infront of her she opened the door and let herself through.


The night was falling quickly and the air was chilling. Maura ran her hand nervously through her now wild hair. She was driving as quickly as possible to the luxorious hotel Frost had informed her her mother's exhibit was being held at. She couldn't simply listen to Jane and go home without knowing both her mother and the detective would be alright. There was a pit in her stomach swallowing the hope she was forcing into her logic. Something was wrong and she knew it. Her fears where only confirmed when she reached the brilliant hotel. The traffic jam that had ensued forced Maura to leave her Hybrid in the midst of it before running towards the large crowd. Somehow she managed to make her way into the lobby; tables where upturned, wine spilled, glasses broken. It was a sight to behold. A group of men huddled around what looked like an elivator caught her attention and she hurried over. She was greated by the sight of a woman sitting in a puddle of blood, two bullet wounds to her upperbody. Knowing instantly the cause of death to be a punctured artery she questioned the whereabouts of her close friend and mother. The comment seemed to alert the men to her presence and they tried to hide the body from her. Impatiently she demanded they tell her.

"We think Mrs. Isles was taken to the top floor and I think that the detective followed. Other then that, we have no idea what's going on." One of the men stated. Maura felt irrated by the men who attempted to move the girls body from the elivator.

"Do not tamper with this crime scene. She is to be left alone until the homicide unit arrives." She barked angrily. "Is there any other way to get to the top floor?" She demanded.

"Uhh, yeah. I think theres a service elivator in the staff area."

"Take me to it."


Jane did her best to focus on the two figures standing at the end of the slightly cluttered roof in the dimming light. She staggered forward ignoring the pain in her arm and head with her gun still raised. When she was close enough she recognized the smaller figure to be that of Constance Isles, seemingly unhurt but disturbed. The other-

"It's over now Hill. Just let her go." Jane called out. The baby-blue eyed man turned to smile at Jane, the charm before nothing more then a smug look. His gun was still pointed at Constance but he made no other move to assert his dominance over the situation. Jane eyed him carfully.

"My dear Jane, I still have yet to seek revenge here on Mrs. Isles for murdering my fiance Stephanie." He said in a playful tone, his voice never faulting but the pain in his eye clearly evident at the name of his lost loved one.

"It wasn't her fault, Hill. No one could have know what was going to happen! She gave her life to protect an innocent girl. Do you really think she'd want you to start murdering innocent people?"

"Innocent?" He cried. "The filthy rich are never innocent!" A look of distaste flooded him as he slightly raised his gun more to aim directly at the older woman's temple, Constance gave an involentary shriek as her tears flooded from here eyes that where begging Jane to save her.

"Stop!" Jane cried out her emotions engulfing her as she realized just how helpless she was to stop the Pharmacist from pulling the trigger. She was close enough to them to pounce but not close enough to make it in time to save her friend's mother if he decided to shoot.

"Throw away your gun." He demanded throwing Jane a threatening look. Jane slowly raised her hands in defeat and bent down to lowered her gun to the floor before kicking it away. He removed his gun from Constance's direction now pointing it at Jane.

"She was never my kill, but you;" A dark looked flashed through his no longer innocent eyes. "You are an added bonus." Jane felt even more helpless as she started down the barrel of a gun for the second time that night. The three of them stood silently as the wind russled their clothing. The sound of the metal door opening behind Jane caught all of their attentions, Hill's gun now pointing at the intruder. "Oh, God no." Jane thought as she saw Maura standing in the doorway alarmed at the sight before her.

"Well, isn't this a nice surprise." Hill smirked. "A family reunion."

"Maura get out of here!" Jane spat as she turned around trying to put herself between her friend and the gun. Maura refushed to budge. The sight of Jane bleeding profusly from the side of her head and her shoulder where enough to keep her rooted to the spot.

"Shut up!" Hill growled taking a few steps forward before catching Jane on the back of the head with the butt of the gun. Jane dropped to the floor in pain as Maura stifled a whimper behind her hand. "Get over here." He demanded pointing the gun at the Medical Examiner. Maura cautiously hurried over to tend to her friend. He stood back watching the two but still kept a close eye on Mrs. Isles who stood crying silently next to him.

"Jane. Oh, Jane." Maura whimpered quietly to her friend as she attempted to help the injured detective. Jane only swatted away Maura's hands and stood ungracefully, the smaller woman having to support the burnette once she was up. Instinctively Jane put herself between Maura and the derranged Pharmacist. He snorted at the attempt.

"You just couldn't leave it alone, could you detective. We could of had something, you know." He smirked. The taunting pulled at Jane's heart strings. She felt humiliated once again, Maura feeling her friend's sudden change in demeanor was now overcome with anger and hatred for the man with the gun.

"You never had a chance in Hell with Detective Rizzoli." Maura bit defensively, the use of the slight curse word uncharacteristic for even her in her most heated arguments. Jane looked at her friend with a subtle repect, the doctor's comment refueling her once more.

"Your not as hot as you think." Jane retorted, the pharmacists' face fell slightly. "I had to force myself into that date." Now it was her turn to smirk victoriously. His face contorted in anger as he lifted the gun at the detective.

"Steven." A familiar voice called from behind Jane and Maura. Dread filled the M.E. before she even turned around. Mrs. Isles gasped at the new intruder, her eyes flooding with fear. Jane turned to face the familiar girl with a look of helplessness and dread. Maura on the other hand refused to turn and greet her sister Jennifer.


Like I said, since I already have the entire 10th Chapter planned out I'm hoping it won't take to long to put it out. No promises though.