TITLE: Rizzoli & Isles – Wake Up Call

SUMMARY: Pining over her co-worker for years, Detective Jane Rizzoli is in desperate need of a miracle, or for the object of her daydreams to finally wake up and grasp the meaning behind the none too subtle inferences they've been sharing. The chance comes Jane's way after experiencing a near fatal ending to a case and she finds the courage to set the wheels in motion that result in having her best friend doing a little more than smell the roses along the way. A/U

PAIRINGS: Jane Rizzoli & Original Female Character. Maura Iles & Ian Faulkner.

RATING: M for mature readers.

DISCLAIMER: All characters other than those conjured up by the author's imagination, remain the property of author Tess Gerritsen and television series writers Janet Tamaro, Steve Lichtman & Kiersten Van Home. No copyright infringement to Hurdler Productions, Ostar Productions or Warner Horizon Television is intended. The following story is a work of fiction brought to life for the purposes of entertainment only. No money has been exchanged nor any profit derived by sponsorship.

WARNING: Events follow on from Episode 1 & 2 of Season 3. This tale takes a different course from the television series and features several consensual relationships between women.

A/N: Thank you for the humorous reviews, the follows and the favouring of the little tale.

Chapter 10

Detective Jane Rizzoli checked the last Velcro strap on her ballistic vest for snugness while Lieutenant Campbell finished her briefing.

"I don't want any Officers on their own; everyone has a partner, so stick together. Our perp is an unknown quantity, so be alert at all times and watch each other's backs. He will be armed and is to be considered extremely dangerous. I don't want anyone taking any unnecessary risks. Lastly, this bastard may have an accomplice, be aware of your surroundings and possible hiding places. That's it people, take up your positions and if warranted, breach the building from both entry points on my mark."

There was a collective, "Yes Lieutenant."

Jane moved off with Erica towards the targeted home and when the duo reached the neighbour's yard, she brought her Glock 27 up into the "ready to fire" position.

Beside her, Erica did the same then signalled for Korsak, Frost and two Uniforms to advance to the rear of Smithers' abode.

Pressing forward, Erica took point with Jane directly behind her at a forty five degree angle to her hip. Following were four Uniforms; the seventh took off down the side of the house as the others covered him. He opened the electricity supply box and switched off the power. Quickly, he rejoined the group as they took up strategic positions on the front porch and on either side of the door.

Jane heard a male somewhere inside complain about the loss of energy then another told him to go check the fuse box outside.

As the entrance opened, Erica grabbed a skinny man as he stepped onto the welcome mat. Before he could react, she had a gloved hand over his mouth. Dragging him down onto the floorboards, she leaned into his left ear and advised him it was the Boston Police Department. Directing him to not make a sound unless spoken to, he nodded then she cuffed him before hauling him to his feet and away from the door.

"How many others are inside?" she enquired in a whisper.

Shaking badly, the unknown tenant stuttered, "Just … just … Elvin."

"Where will we find him?"

"He's in his bedroom, two doors down on the left side of the hallway."

"Officer Downes, take him to a cruiser and secure him."

Downes dipped his head in acknowledgement and took hold of the prisoner.

Activating her radio, Erica transmitted, "Korsak, we have control of the front entrance and target is in the second room down the passage. Make your ingress – over." She gestured for two Officers to take up position outside the bedroom window as Korsak answered.

"Roger that, making entry now – out."

Cautiously stepping inside, Erica had Jane on her right. As the two teams converged at the start of the corridor, the Lieutenant and Jane moved slowly towards the second chamber, but halted when the door opened and Smithers walked out. His back was turned to the Officers, but he spun around when Erica declared, "Boston Police Department, put your hands up Smithers. We have a warrant for your arrest."

Crew cut Smithers' face lost all colour and he swore, "Fuck." His arms shot up as he nervously added, "Please don't shoot, I don't have any weapons on me."

"Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers," instructed Erica evenly.

The perp complied then Erica gave further direction, "Korsak and Frost, secure the suspect."

"My pleasure," replied Korsak willingly before holstering his weapon. He moved forward and turned Smithers face first into the wall. He held him in that position while Frost handcuffed and frisked him.

As Korsak swung Smithers around and off the wall seconds later, Erica nodded to Jane, "Detective Rizzoli, would you mind?"

The detainee's face lit up like a carnival and he blurted out, "You, you're the one."

"Yeah Bozo, I'm the one. Elvin Smithers you are under arrest for the murders of Juanita Valdez, Haley Stokes and Tammy Bader in the State of Virginia. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been explained to you?

"Of course I do," replied the hapless killer. "I'm not an idiot."

"Well good for you," quipped Jane devoid of emotion.

A docile expression ghosted over Smithers' face, "You are so much prettier in real life."

"As compared to what?" the detective enquired.

"The pictures Charles gave me."

Holding back her rage and disgust, Jane quietly asked, "When was that?"

"Two days after he escaped prison. He stayed here and provided me with my final orders."

"And what were they?"

In an almost sing-song voice, Smithers answered, "He told me if he was killed or recaptured, I was to travel to Maryland ten months later and find three single dark haired women that resembled you. Charles said I was to do them like he showed me."

With Smithers willing to divulge all, Jane pressed on, "He showed you?"

"Only in photos; he gave me a whole stack of his trophies. Charles said for me to return home once I had completed the task to wait another two days before following you home from the Police Station and not your mother's like last time."

"Then what were you to do Elvin?"

"Watch you for forty eight hours before sending you the pictures of Charles's work."

"Was that all?"

Shaking his head, the brain washed fool continued, "Once I ran out of photos, I was supposed to break into your house and do you for Charles."

"Did he give you any other instructions?"

"Yeah, there were two more. As you took your last breath, I was to tell you – game over."

"What was the final thing Elvin?"

"I was to tell the Police everything I'd done and say I was the final apprentice then kill myself in prison after the trial."

"Looks like you've skipped ahead to your last option, doesn't it?"

"I guess so," replied a still smiling Smithers. "Bye Jane, I'm sorry we didn't get to play together like Charles wanted."

"I'm not," countered Jane before Korsak and Frost dragged the perp out of the house.

Jane retrieved a digital recorder from the inside pocket of her black suit jacket and passed it to Erica, "How did you know he would confess?"

"Call it a hunch Detective and well done with your questioning; the Feds will be pleased with his confession. Let's go see what treasure we can find."

"After you," offered Jane as she gestured to the bedroom and forced down the bile that had been threatening to erupt from her throat since coming face to face with Hoyt's last protégée.

-o-

Once Korsak and Frost handed Smithers into the custody of FBI Agents from the Boston Field Office, Jane and Erica passed over ten boxes of evidence collected from the house Smithers shared with clueless Bobby Richards to the Evidence Retrieval Team.

Richards was not privy to his house mate's criminal activities nor did he have any knowledge of the hundreds of letters Smithers stored in the basement. When confronted with the truth, the college student fainted and an ambulance was called.

When the Police searched the dwelling, they discovered a plethora of correspondence from Peter Smithers to his son, but upon closer examination, the words were clearly written on behalf of Hoyt.

Jane had broken down when she found a container full of images of her. Each snap had been taken either outside the Division or her mother's former home in Revere. The thought of someone being that close to her family last year was enough to push the Detective over the edge.

Erica had been by her side in the bedroom and swiftly ushered her into the bathroom with a gentle elbow grip. The fear and fury inside the brunette dissipated when the Lieutenant forewent Departmental protocol and caressed the small of her back while embracing her. The gesture offered great comfort and the dark thoughts were left behind prior to the two Detective leaving the house armed with the murder weapon and several photos of the homicide victims.

-o-

During the trip back to the Division, Jane received a phone call from Maura and when her friend expressed her relief that Smithers had been arrested and everyone was safe, Jane fell apart again.

Maura soothed her with words of triumph, survival and promises of better days ahead. Jane sobbed unashamedly while listening to the mainly one sided conversation. Maura had cried too and mentioned she had been concerned for Ian since he had returned to Africa once he recovered from his injuries. Communication had been sparse between the two doctors and Maura accepted the ongoing headaches she had been suffering were attributed to the stress she had been experiencing.

Jane had sympathised with her friend and suggested they find the time to visit a health and relaxation retreat together when both were free. Maura's spirits had lifted as did Jane's.

Before the call ended, Jane was at peace with what had happened and she had thanked Maura for her support and ongoing friendship. Beside her, Erica concentrated on driving and tuned out the conversation.

Several times, Jane had been tempted to reach for her Lieutenant's hand, but understood the setting was the wrong place. She knew there would be other opportunities for the pair to reconnect in the coming hours.

When Erica parked the car, she turned to Jane and smiled, "I'll talk to you soon. I have to go speak with the brass before returning to the Squadroom."

"Okay and thank you for being here for me today."

"You are welcome Detective Rizzoli and any time you want to get away with Maura is fine with me: just don't let her kiss you again."

Touched by the level of trust and witticism, Jane grinned then growled as the giggling Lieutenant made her way inside.

-o-

Jane ate a late lunch in the café with Frost and Korsak while telling her mother what had happened. At first Angela was upset, but then stringently cursed Hoyt for all the heartache he had caused her daughter, her friends and all the victims.

Before returning to work, Jane surprised her mother with a long embrace, "I love you ma."

"I love you too Janie and since when have you been a hugger?" she retorted weepily.

"Someone taught me it was okay to express myself emotionally."

"Erica?"

"Yes ma."

"I must thank her and I am so relieved that you are okay."

"That makes two of us. I'll see you later ma."

"I'll catch up with you in a minute," announced Korsak as Jane and Frost headed towards the elevator.

Frost pressed the call button, "What a day it's been and it's only two o'clock."

Moving into the vacant car, Jane leaned her back up against the wall and exhaled, "It's been a bitch and now we have the joy a pile of paperwork to get through."

"Don't remind me; we'll be at it for ages." Barry sighed as the lift came to a halt.

As the pair walked into the second floor Squadroom, Frost placed a hand on Jane's forearm, "How you holding up?"

"I'm doing all right. I've had two meltdowns, but am over it and ready to finally put the final nail in Hoyt's coffin."

"Good for you and if you need a shoulder, just let me know."

"I will and thanks Frost, thanks for being a terrific partner and friend."

"Back at you Jane."

Taking up her chair, Jane started on her report and ten minutes on, Korsak returned.

He walked over to her and hugged her, "You did an outstanding job today Kiddo."

"Thanks and ma told you about the hugging, didn't she?"

"She sure did, so expect more in the not too distant future," replied Korsak before letting go and settling at his desk. "By the way, the shrink who declared Smithers sane, is a whack job. That guy is fruitier than Carmen Miranda's hat."

Jane laughed as Frost asked, "Carmen who?"

Rolling his eyes, Vince answered, "Old time Hollywood actress who was nicknamed the Brazilian Bombshell. She used to wear these hats made of real fruit. I think one of the movies was called "The Gang's All Here" and was made in 1943."

"An old flame of your then?" joked Frost.

"I'm not that old smartass, but ask your mother, she'll know who I'm talking about."

"I just might when I visit next weekend for some home cooked meals."

The retort on Vince's lips, hung in the air as Crowe and Suthers walked into the bullpen and Jane caught their attention, "How did it go with Crystal?"

Darren nodded and took the question, "His lawyer accepted a deal on second degree murder. It seems a fight broke out after Logan come up short on some money he borrowed from Crystal and a friend filmed it on his phone." Crowe walked over to Jane and placed a hand on her left shoulder, "We heard about Hoyt's copycat while we were upstairs. I'm glad you're okay Rizzoli."

Impressed with her colleagues' genuine concern, Jane replied, "Thanks that means a lot guys." Returning to her computer, Jane opened up an e-mail message when it popped up on the bottom right side of the screen.

"Hey Rizzoli," said Frost. "Just got a dinner invite to the Lieutenant's."

"I did too," noted Korsak. "Is there something you want to tell us Jane?"

"No and I got one too."

Jane's phone rang and she answered, "Hey Ma."

"Janie, Erica just called with an invite to dinner on Friday. Is she going to be making a surprise announcement?"

"Jesus, no ma; we have only been dating a few weeks. It's just a simple get together."

"That's a shame. I was hoping for some good news."

Jane rolled her eyes, "Keep dreaming, bye."

Ending the call, Jane answered the e-mail with a "love to."

-o-

For the next two hours the Squadroom was quiet apart from the constant keyboard strikes as the Detectives attended to arrest, field and after action reports. It was 16:10 when Erica exited her office and stood in the doorway. Seconds passed and Agent Gabriel Dean walked up the hallway and approached the entry.

Jane and the other Detectives stopped what they were doing and observed as their Commander introduced herself then pointed to her office. She directed the Agent to take a seat then closed the door.

"This ought to be riveting," suggested Korsak as he stood and moved closer to the Lieutenant's work area.

Getting to her feet, Jane joined her friend and listened in.

Dean spoke first, "I'm sorry for the lack of details over the phone Lieutenant, but I thought it best to wait until we had some privacy to discuss matters."

Taking her seat behind the desk, Erica made a rolling motion with her right hand, "Go ahead."

Smiling, Dean continued, "Our subject is an Elvin Smithers."

Erica interrupted the monologue, "And he lives in Roxbury with his parents."

"That is correct."

"You can stop right there Agent Dean."

"Pardon?"

"Correct me if I am wrong, but didn't you leave this very Division under dubious circumstances the last time you were here working a case?"

"I'm not following you?"

"Let me refresh your addled memory for you, shall I? You deceived one of my Detectives with lies to gain access to Patrick Doyle through his daughter then took full credit for his arrest, is that not true?'

A thin line of perspiration appeared above Dean's eyebrows, "I hardly think my methods of capturing a wanted felon is any of your concern."

In an even tone, Erica delivered her second salvo, "It's very much my concern when you have the audacity to phone my office and fed me a line of bullshit regards one of your cases."

"How dare you accuse me of lying."

Hit number three, "No Agent Dean, how dare you give me false information about a perp. You knew full well that Smithers' father was on death row at Souza-Baranowski Correctional Centre alongside Charles Hoyt. You were also aware of the fact Elvin Smithers' mother died thirty years ago giving birth to his sister. You blatantly lied to me so you could show up here, pretend to discover Smithers' connection to Hoyt and save the day."

"I don't have to sit here and listen to this," protested Dean with distain as he began to rise from his chair. The laser like stare he received was enough to convince him to sit back down.

"Oh yes you do and if you attempt to leave this office, I'll have you arrested for interfering with an official Police investigation as well as supplying false information to a Law Enforcement Department.

Outside, a grinning Korsak turned to Jane and gave her a fist punch.

Erica was ready to convey her next piece of news, "I spoke with Warden Ranch and he informed me you phoned him four days ago making enquiries into Elvin Smithers' visits to his father Peter. You also asked about the mail he sent to Hoyt. You sat on vital evidence for all that time while one of my Detectives was put in harm's way from another apprentice of Hoyt's. I suspect your plan was to swoop in and save her."

"You can't prove any of that," challenged Dean arrogantly.

"Can't I? I have the transcript of your call made to Souza-Baranowski Correctional Centre and the subsequent conversation between you and Warden Ranch. Ranch has provided me with a signed affidavit stating his involvement with that dialogue along with a copy of the recording."

Erica allowed Dean to squirm for a moment before continuing, "In my possession I have the digital recording of your phone call to my office. Your conversation not only contained lies, you were unprofessional when discussing Detective Rizzoli's personal life. Your history with her had absolutely nothing to do with informing me of your arrival in Boston. You lied about her being your ex-girlfriend. You engaged in a sexual encounter with her on two separate occasions and the last time occurred during the hunt for Doyle. The only reason you supplied that tip bit was to discredit Detective Rizzoli because you discovered she was in a relationship with me after making inquiries with Doctor Isles.

"So what, as her Superior you have no right being involved with her and can face disciplinary charges if your top brass find out."

"Are you threatening me Agent Dean?"

"Take it for what it is."

"I'll save you the paperwork. Since I commenced dating Detective Rizzoli several weeks ago, I spoke with my Superiors at BIS, Superintendent Ross and Commissioner Davis. I notified them of the relationship and as long as our liaison does not interfere with our work, the Department has no issue."

The wind went out of Dean's sails and he was left floundering, "Shit."

"However, the Department does take a dim view of Federal Agents using one of their Detectives in a sexual manner to obtain trust and information during an investigation of a high profile criminal, so I'd be very careful with who you threaten."

"I guess you got me," Dean responded flippantly.

"I most certain do and because of your deceit, Assistant Director Rupert Grainger authorised my Division to apprehend Smithers under an interstate warrant."

"What?"

Erica discharged a final volley at the self-centred Agent, "Elvin Smithers was arrested by Boston Police this morning and handed over to FBI Agents shortly afterwards. I believe he has been extradited to Washington for questioning, so your plan backfired."

Getting to his feet, Dean snarled, "You're a bitch."

"I may be a lot of things Agent Bullshit, but bitch isn't one of them. Your AD Grainger asked me to pass on a message to you."

"And what would that be?"

"You are to return to HQ immediately and attend his office pronto. You have some serious explaining to do and the next time you attempt to get into a pissing contest with another arm of Law Enforcement, you better check out the competition first. I may not have a penis, but I can still piss a long distance. Now get out of my office you low life scum."

The entire Squad was standing outside the office when Dean exited and Jane led the applause.

With downcast eyes, the Agent sped out the doorway then down the corridor.

The clapping continued as Erica walked out and joined her Detectives. Korsak was the first to shake her hand.

"I've witnessed some serious ass kicking during my career, but that was by far the finest. Well done Lieutenant."

"Much appreciated Korsak and quite frankly, no one messes with my Squad without incurring my wrath."

"It's comforting to know you've got our backs Lieutenant," commented Frost before Crowe jostled him out of the way.

The gratitude kept up with Jane shaking Erica's hand last, "That was brilliant."

"I was inspired." Erica turned to everyone and announced, "Once all the paperwork is completed, you can all go home."

Korsak ran to his desk and returned with his reports, "There you go, see you in the morning."

Crowe soon followed suit as did Frost and the remaining Detectives apart from Janes. She was the final one to submit her paperwork and Erica gave her a deep dimpled grin in return.

"If you are free, dinner my place at seven and bring a change of clothes?"

Tentacles of arousal clawed their way up Jane's spine, "Are you inviting me to stay over?"

"I am. We have a lot to talk about."

"We do and I'll bring a six pack of beer."

"And I'll show you mine."

Jane's midriff tightened as her libido kicked up another gear, "Oh snap, I did not expect you to say that."

"Well I did. Now get out of here in case the phone rings."

"Yes ma'am."

-o-

Exiting the elevator, Jane raced down to Maura's office and rapped on the closed door.

"Come in," order the doctor.

Opening the door, Jane got straight to the point, "Mau, I need a huge favour."

Standing Maura moved to the front of Jane and hugged her, "Of course Jane, what do you need? I am so glad you are okay sweetie."

"I am too," replied Jane as she returned the embrace. "I need the number for your beauty salon."

A perfectly shaped right eyebrow rose as Maura stepped out of the clinch and ran her eyes of raven curls, "You require a haircut?"

Bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet, Jane answered, "No."

"Your nails done?"

"No."

Smiling, Maura was enjoying this questing game, "A pedicure?" She didn't mind watching her friend fidget either.

"That only leaves … oh my Jane … is tonight the night?"

"Oh god I hope so. I haven't kept up with my personal maintenance, if you know what I mean?"

"Jane, you can say waxing, it's not a dirty word."

"I know and to save you from going on and on about the benefits of personal grooming, I need a Brazilian and I need it fast."

Amazed at the Detective's shyness around talk of a sexual nature, but able to tackle a suspect with the force of a line backer without a single thought for her safety; Maura tittered softly while leaning over the desk and retrieving her diary from the drawer. Flipping through the pages, she grabbed her phone and keyed in a number.

She waited briefly before speaking, "Hello Brenda, Maura Isles here. I'm good and you? Wonderful. I know this is short notice, but could you possibly fit in a friend of mine? Excellent, she can be there in fifteen minutes. Her name is Jane and she requires a full leg and a Brazilian wax. Thanks Brenda and charge it to my account, bye."

Exhaling, Jane hugged the doctor, "Thanks Mau, I owe you big time and will pay you back tomorrow."

"Think nothing of it and all the best for tonight."

Jane was too busy blushing to reply, instead she let go and ran out of the room.

-o-

After showering, Jane stood in front of her wardrobe and stared at her clothes. Her concentration was disturbed when Maura's "Funeral March" ringtone sounded. Picking the phone up off the mattress, Jane answered, "What's up?"

"Are you standing at your closet?"

"How did you know that?"

"I know you well remember?"

"Okay, so what should I wear?"

"I suggest you go with gluteal muscle hugging jeans with a long sleeved dark blue shirt and your black leather jacket."

"Are you sure and you can say ass or butt Mau?"

"Honey, the look worked on me and I'm not that crass."

"Jesus Mau, do I have to remind you of just how crass your mouth can be?"

"Point taken and seriously, how do you know you're having sex tonight?"

"Erica said she was going to show me her six pack when I told her I would bring one to dinner."

"In that case, it doesn't matter what you wear sweetie. The woman wants to consummate your relationship."

"I'm so freaking nervous."

"Nervous is good Jane; it heightens the senses."

"Thanks for the advice, but I need to make a move."

"All right, but I want details in the morning."

Relishing the banter, just like old times, Jane teased, "You are a pervert Isles."

"Hey Rizzoli, Ian has been away for three weeks and I have to live vicariously through your love life until he returns. Masturbation can be a pale, although somewhat satisfying substitute for the shared act of sexual pleasure."

Jane emitted a loud groan, "Seriously Maura, does your brain ever hurt?"

"Only when I have a headache from tension, like I have now."

"Eww, that is way too much information Mau, goodnight."

Putting down the cell, Jane selected a yellow lace matching bra and g-string set from the chest of drawers then decided on a pair of low waisted black jeans, a lime green long sleeved shirt and a black sweater.

When she finished off the ensemble with black socks and boots, Jane checked her hair in the bathroom mirror. Collecting her travel garment bag and duffle, she picked up Jo Friday and secured the apartment.

Going across the hallway, she dropped the dog off to Marisa and after a short chat; ran to her unmarked squad car.

-o-

A/N: What's that? Cliff hanger you say? Blame the Muse, she insisted it was a natural break in the tale and my hands were tied.