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Ch. 9: The Deliberator

Jane's POV

This guy was fast; he pushed through a crowd while I heard Frost and Korsak chased after also. "Frost, stick with Jane," Korsak ordered him as he stopped to pull out his phone. Frost and I continued to chase after the suspect. He climbed over a fence with Frost chasing him over the fence; I had to go around and caught up with Frost who was running down the street.

"Boy this guy can run," I muttered to myself. Suddenly the door to the front of the club opened, having him crashing into it. Frost and I slowed down, cuffing him immediately. I looked up at the person to thank them and to my surprise, Kris stood at the doorway.

She pulled off her hat, taking her ponytail off, and letting her hand run through her hair. "Well, that was fun," she simply stated. She looked up at me and smiled, "You can yell at me now for leaving now."

"I'll do that later."

Kris' POV

I got a long lecture from Jane, Maura, Angela and Cavanaugh for my carelessness and that was not even in that order. After the lecture, I went with Frost to observe the interrogation, which I begged to see.

"Only to watch, ok," Frost told me. I grabbed a chair and took a seat watching as the interrogation began.

The suspect, learning his name is Lionel Bernstein, was sitting in chair handcuffed. Frankie was with him, keeping an eye on him. Suddenly Jane and Korsak came in; both took a seat down in front of him. "So who are you working for," Jane immediately asked.

Lionel looked up at Jane, "He's a great man." Oh boy, another mental one, my mind immediately thought. "He will end you and that teenager. Things will be right."

"How so," Korsak inquired. I observed reading Lionel's mannerisms as he leaned back, relaxing at this question.

I look at Frost, "He thinks he has the upper hand since he carries information." Frost nodded. Then I had a strange feeling, a feeling of being watch. I looked over to see that Lionel was staring right at me. A shiver went down my spine as I looked away.

"I know my boss will kill her. He'll succeed and he left a note," he handed the note to Jane. She took it and looked down at it then showed Korsak.

"What does it mean?"

"Ask Kris, she'll know," he answered.

"Who's your boss," Korsak asked, looking into his eyes.

Lionel smirked, "He's the Deliberator and the one who will end you for good." Korsak and Jane stood having Frankie take him down for booking, being charge of conspiracy to murder and distributing narcotics.

They walked out and Jane handed me the note, "Can you translate it?"

I observed the note, seeing that it was long, precise, and overall, in Latin. I looked up at her and nodded, "It's going to take a bit." I suddenly yawned.

Jane looked at me and gently tugged at my arm, "Come on, Kiddo. You need sleep." I looked up at her at the sound of 'Kiddo'. My face turned solemn as I stood up, "What's up?"

"Don't call me 'Kiddo'," I ordered as I began to walk to the bullpen.

"Why not?"

"Come on, Kiddo," I heard in my ear, not Jane's voice but my brother's. "It's something personal," I answered as we walked out.

R&I

"My god, Janie, Do you not let this child sleep," Angela saw me when I came into Maura's house. She immediately grabbed me and sat me down, "I bet you are hungry."

"A little," I replied softly. I looked down at the note, beginning to translate. Jane walked over and took a seat beside me as I began to read it to myself.

"What's it say," Jane inquired as she placed her feet on the coffee table.

I looked at her, "It says, 'Nox ruit et sol. Tum quia amnis margine Oceanum. In aliud dieli tempus incidat.'"

"English, Marx," Jane huffed. "You are as bad as Maura with her 'Googlemouth'."

"The night falls and the sun rises…The horizon seeing both as the river flows to the ocean. Another…will fall…in a day's time," I translated. "Shit, you got twenty-four hours to find out what this means before he kills again."

Jane quickly stood, taking her cell out. I watched as she called Frost and waving good-bye as she left the house. I sighed placing the note down and standing up. "Kris," I looked at Angela, "you want to help cook? It could get things done faster."

I walked and went over to Mrs. Rizzoli, "What are you making, Mrs. Rizzoli?" She smiled at me and gently held up the wooden spoon to me, I took a taste. "Wow, that's good."

"It's my sauce for the pasta and Kris, call me Angela," she simply told me. She handed me a knife, "Can you chop the onions for me?" I nodded and grabbed the onion, chopping it fast and unfazed of the smell.

There was a silence. I could hear Angela humming softly as I placed the onion, I enjoyed the time I had with Angela. The first time I truly felt normal around someone, it was refreshing. "I like doing this, Angela," I told her.

"Didn't you ever do this with your mother," she asked nonchalantly.

"Actually, I never met my mom," I answered quietly. She stopped cooking, ready to apologize but I stopped her, "You didn't know, so don't apologize. I don't really talk about it but she died…"

"How?"

I looked down going over to stir the sauce, "She died after I was born. I didn't get to know her much. I lived on a marine base with my dad and brother. My dad was deployed to Afghanistan for a whole year. My brother and I took care of each other. He was so bright then he decided to do drugs, he changed."

"And your father," Angela inquired also. I looked up at her, seeing a sad but sympathetic look in her eyes.

I sighed, "He came back but he changed too. He abandoned us." All of the sudden, Angela enveloped me in a hug. I hugged her back and rested my head against her shoulder. This was the first time that I actually told someone about my past. The first time, I felt relief instead of a heavy burden.

Angela pulled away and wiped her eyes, "Come on now, sweetie. Let's get this done." She turned back to the food and resumed cooking.

Maura's POV

I arrived home first; Jane had to check on Jo Friday after going over maps to figure out the riddle that the 'Deliberator' left. She was exhausted but she still was returning to work after the quick check. I opened the front door, entering to the smell of pasta and the sound of laughter. I looked over into the kitchen to see Kris sitting in one of the chairs as Angela was talking.

"…then Janie decided that it was ok to run across the aisle of the church, butt naked. She was a cute baby," Angela laughed.

Kris chuckled lightly then turned. "Hey Maura, dinner is already and don't worry, I took a nap."

"Pretty long one too, three hours," Angela added. Kris smiled, showing the first time a sign of a youth in her.

I smiled back and placed my jacket in the coat closet then walked over, "I'm glad you slept, Kris. Jane said that you were exhausted."

"I was," she simply answered.

Angela looked at me and gently pointed to the side as she sweetly asked, "Kris, can you get the desert ready?" Kris nodded and began to work on the desert while Angela pulled me to the side.

"Is something wrong, Angela," I worried.

She glanced over at Kris who was busy with the deserts, "There's a lot I need to tell you."

A patrol car was driving down the street, passing Boston Harbor. They decided to pull over for a bit. "We've been patrolling for hours," said the officer to his partner. His partner nodded as they stepped out of the car for a moment, "Do you think it's safe to be out here?"

"Dude, we are armed with guns, I doubt the Deliberator is going to come," his partner argued.

"Are you so sure, gentlemen," before the men could react, they felt a prick in the side of their necks. They dropped to their knees and the Deliberator stood in front of them. He pulls the trigger back.

The officers tried to fight the sedative off but they felt tried, their body could not fight it off. "Your deliberation is done. You are found guilty in God's eyes for not protecting the innocent, abandoning them in their time of need. Now you end," the Deliberator judged.

Suddenly two gunshots went off.