A/N: I got somewhat carried away in my typing. Well here's a long chapter for you guys. Review, PM, etc. I also have a poll on my profile for fun because its only three more days until Christmas.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Kris and the story. Also I don't own the song 'Too Close' by Alex Clare. Note that the lyrics are in italics and bold.

Ch. 8: Too Close

Jane's POV

We all gathered in the bullpen. We had a drive by luckily with no one wounded or dead. It scared everyone shitless but what got everyone concern was that Kris went MIA. How do you lose a fifteen year old? Hell I don't even know.

"How can we lose her," I asked Korsak. "She was right next to us then fuckin' disappeared like she was Houdini."

"Actually Houdini is known for his escape artist tricks especially his handcuff escape," Maura corrected. I glared at my best friend; this was not the time for her to Google even though it was something she did in nervous habit.

"So you expect me to handcuff the kid next time?" Maura looked at me and rolled my eyes, in my entire career as a homicide detective, this never happened. I never had a person vanish as she did.

"Isn't it strange," we all looked at Frost. He hunched over a bit, "This guy wants police officers, is delusional, and then decides to do a drive by on a police station, trying to kill a teenage witness. It makes no sense."

"Unless Kris knows something," Maura mentioned.

I raised an eyebrow, "Ok, explain how that is possible?"

"Repress memories," she simply answered. She walked over and pointed to a picture on Kris, "It's possible that Kris was traumatized enough that her thoughts have become repressed. It's psychological for her brain was motivated to forget hence the repress memories."

"So how do we get her to remember if she has this?"

Maura shrugged, "Psychotherapy is one way and another is having it being triggered by sight, sound, taste, smell, or touch. Those are the most known ways to have her remember."

"That's if we find her."

Suddenly the phone to my desk began to ring. "Detective Rizzoli," I answered cautiously.

"Hi Jane," greeted Kris' voice.

"Kris, where the hell are you," I barked into the phone. Everyone quickly went around me, listening in a bit.

"I'm safe, not a scratch on me," she replied quietly. I could hear some cars in the background. "Put me on speaker."

I placed the phone on speaker, "You're on speaker." Everyone leaned in.

"I went to check out Rondo's info and the club is named Ace. I know sucky name but I used to work here as a musician to get a couple bucks here and there."

"So?"

"So they know me and I get easier access. I can go under an alias and be in disguise."

I looked over at Korsak, "I'm not sure. That's a bit risky; chances of her getting hurt are high."

"But, we got a good chance too," Korsak told me.

"It makes her bait also," Frost argued as he began to do a trace of Kris' location.

"Yes and no," Kris added. "You guys can meet me later tonight. Just be dressed in civilian clothes because these guys can smell cops from a mile away. Be set and ready with cuffs also."

"Why?"

"The manager said it was ok if we do arrest the guy. He says we are good as long as you don't bring attention to yourselves. I'll see you soon."

The line then went dead. I looked up at Frost, who shook his head, telling me that they didn't get a trace. I look down at the address then back at the team, "So what do you think?"

"It's worth a shot," Korsak answered. "We can blend in; we just need the 'ok' from Cavanaugh."

I nodded then without even turning, I could hear Maura excitedly say, "Great! It gives me some time to pick an outfit!"

"You're not coming," I argued.

"Yes I am because who else knows how to treat Nembutal and also I'm not letting you go undercover wearing your man boots."

God help me…

Kris' POV

I arrived at the club fast, Rondo's or my motorcycle definitely needed to get repair. I placed it in the back, keeping hidden away. The manager went to one of the back rooms, in my hand I found some clothes that were left behind in one of the dressing rooms. I started to get dress, fixing my disguise. If the killer was there, I hope he couldn't recognize me. I dressed in a long sleeve gray dress shirt with a black vest over it; I pat my chest to make sure the plate was in place. I fixed my hair into a high bun; making it look short then I hid it under my fedora style hat.

I took a quick glance in the mirror. "Damn I look good," I smiled and in that I noticed that I still had my appearance, wearing my contacts. I hadn't worn glasses in a while but I think it was time for them to final wear them permanently. I took out my wired glasses, placing them on; I looked at the mirror and smiled. My disguise was complete, looking like a totally different person and gender. I smiled at my glasses, "I'm definitely wearing these more often."

I then heard the crowd coming in. I glanced at the clock. It was time to go out and investigate.

"John, you must notice somebody stick out to you. This guy is a dealer of prescribed Nembutal," I asked the manager. I took a seat at the bar casually in an angle that had me watch the front door. He looked down, "I brought cash in for you. Help an old friend out?"

He looked around. I looked over my shoulder slightly then out of the corner of my eye. He grabbed a glass and poured some water for me, leaning in, "There's this one guy, he looks like any ordinary bum but he always sits in that back booth. People come and go from there but that's all I know."

I nodded quietly. I then heard the door open, seeing the team coming in. Frost and Korsak walked in dressed in slacks and collared shirts. They went straight to the bar and sitting several seats away from me. I then saw Jane and Maura coming in after them. Maura was dress in a nice black dress while Jane was dress in jeans and a light blue button blouse, a brown leather jacket over it. They walked to a booth and took a seat.

Now all we needed was the dealer.

A couple minutes later, John tapped the table, pointing subtly to the door. I glanced over to see a man wearing ragged clothes, walking to the back booth, in his hand was a small duffle bag. I looked around one last time seeing that the club was finally busy. I looked at John.

"Show time."

Jane's POV

Maura and I sat down, looking around to see if we can identify Kris. "Anything yet," I asked quietly into my earpiece.

"Nah, if she's here, she blended in well," Frost answered.

"How hard is it to find a teenager in this place?" Suddenly two drinks came, "We didn't order anything."

The waiter nodded, "I know, it's courtesy of one of our musicians, left a note for you." As he walked off, Maura took her napkin and opened the paper. She handed it to me, "It's from Kris."

I looked at the note and read it aloud, "Guy in back booth with duffle is our dealer. He's a cautious person. I'll create a distraction. - KM." I glanced over to see the dealer; he looked a bit jumpy. I observed for a little more, noticing that occasionally, someone would come to him, do a small whisper then he would hand something to them. "How do you think she's going to distract?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a treat tonight. I present my old friend, Matt Marcs."

My head snapped to the front of the stage to see a person walking on stage, wearing a hat. I raised an eyebrow as the person approached the microphone. "Hey everyone, um…let's get this party starting," the voice quietly said to the microphone. It took me a bit to recognize the voice for it was a bit lower. I had to admit Kris' disguise was convincing.

"Jane, start moving," Korsak ordered.

"You know I'm not one to break promises. I don't want to hurt you but I need to breathe."

Maura smiled brightly and I smirked slightly. I got up quickly and began to move against the crowd, keeping my eye on the dealer who looked up at Kris. I then noticed that one man approached the dealer whispering in his ear.

"At the end of it all, you're still my best friend. But there's something inside that I need to release. Which way is right, which way is wrong. How do I say that I need to move on?"

"How much for a case load," the man quietly asked as I eavesdrop. I leaned against the booth casually continuing to listen in while watching. She took a glance up.

"You know we're headed separate ways…And it feels like I am just too close to love you. There's nothing I can really say. I can't lie no more, I can't hide no more. Got to be true to myself. And it feels like I am just too close to love you…So I'll be on my way."

"Maura was not kidding, she's good," I said to myself.

"A case load of Nembutal is a lot, I need it for my boss," the dealer replied. The dealer leaned in, "He's out to kill a person who's interfering with his plans."

What plans?

"And it feels like I am just too close to love you. There's nothing that I can really say. I can't lie no more, I can't hide no more. Got to be true to myself. And its feels like I am just too close to love you. So I'll be on my way…so I'll be on my way."

"He's out to kill a teenager named Kris Marx and get rid of the Boston PD permanently," the dealer explained. "Speaking of Boston PD…"

Suddenly he bolted and I went after him.