A/N: A pox on me I know…sorry for the delay in posting…but I truly believe in quality and not quantity. I don't want to just throw a chapter out for the sake of getting one posted. As some of you know I have a number of stories I am writing concurrently, I try to post them in order or else I lose my train of thought. To make up for it, this is a bit longer than normal for me...

Hope you are all still interested...Here you go…

"Nothing? How can we have nothing on her?" Emily's incredulous tone rang through the squad room.

"Princess she doesn't exist, at least not on paper. The club owner didn't have a last name for her, so far all we know is Reggie, well Regina." Morgan watched as Emily paced in front of the board that housed the information they had to date, on the victims and their suspect. Garcia had hunted down any and all information they had so far, and as of now, Regina was a ghost.

It had been two days since the attack on Garcia and they still had nothing. Garcia had just left to pick up Jordan from the hospital and they were scrambling for information before the night's drag king meeting.

Emily sighed as she looked at Morgan it wasn't his fault of course but she was frustrated. They knew nothing about Reggie except that she had been the one to attack Garcia. Thay didn't have enough information yet to connect her directly to the murders.

Watching JJ as she walked in she was struck by just how lucky she was to have someone who cared for her the way JJ did. She really didn't want to go on this date on Friday if she didn't have to. The stress of going undercover had grown since her relationship with JJ began. It wasn't worth it, not if they could get the information they needed to track this woman down beforehand.

"JJ…you're back…any luck?" JJ had spent the last three hours reviewing video footage at the hospital with Reid. They had gone back to the night Jordan was attacked.

"She was there Em, that first day" JJ had been stunned when she realized that the woman who had plowed into Maura that first day they went to see Jordan had been Reggie. The camera had caught her as she exited the elevator and then as she exited the hospital.

"What do you mean she was there?" Morgan wasn't quite sure what she was referring to.

"The day we first went to see Jordan, there was a woman who came out of the elevator and almost knocked Maura down, it was Reggie. She must have come by to see Jordan just like she did Sunday."

"Why didn't she though?" Emily asked

"Garcia." Reid looked at them as he explained. "She must have seen Garcia there that day which would explain the anger she expressed coming out of the elevator."

"Persistent isn't she?" Morgan's flippant tone was not a response that Emily wanted to hear at all.

"Persistent Morgan? She has now tried on at least two occasions that we know of to get to Jordan and in between we've had one more murder and two assaults. I don't think persistent cuts it." Rant over she walked over to Rossi and Hotch who were busy talking to Detective Alvarado about the detail for Jordan.

"What the hell did I say?" Morgan looked from JJ to Reid in bewilderment. It wasn't like Emily to go off like that.

Patting him on the arm, JJ tried to let him off the hook. "She's worried Morgan, this case has her on edge you know? We still haven't tied this woman to the murders, that means she still has to go on that date with Reggie."

"And besides Morgan, the way you made the comment was almost minimizing this woman's behavior. The fact that she assaulted Garcia and Jane and we now know she's been to the hospital at least twice just shows that she is focused, very focused on her ultimate objective, Jordan." Reid sat down and pulled out his notebook as he finished speaking, "you really have to work on being more sensitive."

The look on Morgan's face at Reid's comment made JJ giggle involuntarily, "sorry Morgan," ignoring his thunderous look, "but he's right, amazingly. Emily is just a bit on edge right now. It's enough that this woman attacked Garcia, but she also took out Jane and that worries her." Looking at him for understanding she continued, "even a recovering Jane is no pushover and her description of this woman's strength…"

Morgan nodded his understanding, he was being simplistic, maybe because it was a woman…"Sorry, so, how isJane?"

He knew that the elbow that Jane took to the chest had taken a lot out of her, what he was unaware of was that she had still been hurting substantially yesterday and had done her best to hide it from Maura. Emily had been the one to finally let her know the extent of the pain Jane was in when she caught Jane tossing back a couple of shots the night before, just like she had done the night they first went out.

"Jane? She's pissed," shaking her head she continued, "I swear she's more stubborn than Emily. Maura made her rest today so she could go to the king meeting tonight, which should be interesting considering she's still angry at Emily for telling Maura about the pain she was in."

"Ooh, ouch…Jane is definitely pissed, no wonder Emily is so…"

"What? I'm so what?" Emily walked up on them standing close to JJ as she brushed her hand with hers.

"Nothing hon," grabbing her by the hand, JJ squeezed hoping she would let it go, but seeing the look on her face she knew she wasn't going to let it drop. Sighing, "I told them about Jane"

"Oh…"

Reid looked up sympathetically at Emily, "she's not mad at you, you know, at least not directly." Seeing their questioning looks he continued, "I was speaking to Dr. Isles…well Maura earlier, she wanted to confirm that we were still going forward with the king meting tonight, apparently Jane was considering backing out. She doesn't believe she can be effective in her current state and would only be a liability." Seeing Emily's face he continued, "She's mad at herself, not you."

"Somehow all of that does not make me feel any better…crap! I'm going to call her." Pulling out her cell she walked into the hallway leaving the others standing there.

JJ sat down heavily as she watched Emily talking animatedly into the phone. "So, where are we with Jordan and Garcia?"

"Garcia is going to call us once they get ready to release Jordan, probably wont be till closer to about one, Pen said. We have one officer there now and since Garcia is going to use her car, we'll have a unit stationed outside Jordan's apartment when they get there."

JJ nodded at Morgan, but was distracted by Emily's raised voice in the hallway before she abruptly hung up.

A fuming Emily came back looking like she wanted to hit something, or someone.

"What happened?" JJ was the only one brave enough to ask.

"Jane is absolutely the most stubborn person I've ever…hard headed, single minded…" seeing the looks on the others faces she stopped, "What?"

"Honey she's just like you" JJ spoke the words so quietly it effectively deflated Emily's argument and frustration.

"Dammit"

"So, what did she say?" Morgan prodded.

"Oh, she's going, but she doesn't want our friendship to interfere with me deciding she's not up for this after all. She said that if I see anything out of sorts to yank her. Like I would do that…it was just a fluke that she got hit the way she did for goodness sakes. She can more than handle herself."

"Princess it looks like you're gonna have your hands full tonight." Morgan's chuckle eased her tension as she realized he was right.

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Jane put her phone down and stood in front of the picture window in Emily's condo. The view was beautiful, serene. She could see the Washington Monument and parts of the National Mall from here. The late morning sun filtered warmly through the window as she wrapped her arms around herself. Listening to Maura in the kitchen, making them both some coffee, she felt guilty, she knew Maura was worried about her. She felt useless; Reggie had taken her out with one shot, one shot that she had paid for these past two days. She didn't know if she could do this anymore and all she could do right now was offer to back out of this case, but Emily wasn't letting her off the hook that easily.

She heard Maura come up behind her and leaned into her as she felt her arms come around her.

"Are you okay?" Maura knew how she was feeling and she hated that she couldn't help Jane more with what she was going through.

"Yeah, I will be…Emily wants me to go tonight."

"Yes I know. Are you going to?" Maura waited for Jane to answer as she walked away from her and sat on the couch.

"I don't know if I should…" Jane's voice trailed off as she sat back on the couch and closed her eyes. She was unsure which was unlike her. She had felt a bit like this after the shooting but this was different, this time she truly doubted her ability to do her job, and she hated that feeling. She felt Maura sit down and opened her eyes as Maura nestled into her arm and traced small circles on her chest before placing her palm flat on Jane's chest.

"Jane you've come a long way in three months, will you have some setbacks? Of course but please don't doubt your ability to do your job, its one of the things I love about you…you're always so sure of yourself." Maura kept her hand on Jane's chest, stroking gently. Putting her own fears aside had been hard but she knew that Jane needed to be who she was and she would do all she could to help her.

One hand brushed a breast and Maura felt the shiver that went through Jane. With a small knowing smile she continued her ministrations hoping to offer some solace for her emotions.

"Maura…" Jane's warning growl urged her on until she was pushed back against the couch with Jane straddling her.

"What are you doing Maur…" Jane's husky voice was filled with the sexual tension Maura had created.

Reaching up she kissed Jane's neck and trailed her tongue across her collarbone, eliciting another groan from Jane.

"I'm showing you that you're still Jane Rizzoli, Detective Jane Rizzoli…" the seductive smile on her face was enticing.

Capturing her lips hungrily, Jane pulled back and stood up, pulling her by the hand. "Come on, I'll show you Detective Rizzoli…" allowing herself to be led, Maura smiled, quite satisfied with her work and her own reward.

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Jordan buttoned up the shirt that Penelope had brought her. Smiling warmly she thought about how thoughtful Penelope was, knowing that a pullover right now would be impossible. She was still nervous about her coming over to care for her while she recuperated but at the same time, the flutter she felt whenever she saw Penelope or heard her voice, meant something. And it must mean something to Penelope as well to offer to stay with her. They barely knew each other and yet she knew so much about her.

She and Penelope had talked so much these past couple of days that she felt like she knew everything about her. She smiled as she recalled Penelope's conversation with her about how she helped Emily and JJ realize their feelings for one another. She understood now about the flirtatious nature of her relationship with Derek Morgan, heck she knew them all now. They were quite a family. And now she was being invited in.

Jordan pulled on her pants carefully, holding onto the side of the chair. She could feel the pull of the stitches and grimaced at the twinge of pain she felt.

She had told Penelope she would wait to get dressed but she wanted out of here, so while Pen had gone to speed up her discharge, Jordan had decided to take advantage and get dressed, albeit slowly.

Garcia bursting excitedly through the door made Jordan twist to face her, unexpectedly eliciting a curse and a groan from her.

"Oh hon! I'm sorry…are you okay…wait, why are you dressed? You were supposed to wait for me." Garcia's indignant tone was filled with disappointment.

Jordan looked at her sheepishly as she kept a hand on the chair to steady herself. "I wanted to surprise you querida."

Hurrying over to help, Garcia helped Jordan sit on the bed. "Well you certainly did that," shaking her head she leaned over to help her get socks and shoes on.

"Penelope you really don't have to do this…" uncomfortable at seeing Penelope tending to her she tried to get her stand up, "please stop, sit with me…" she patted the space next to her and waited for her to sit down.

"Look at me Penelope, are you absolutely sure you want to do this? Jordan's uncertainty tugged at Pen's heart.

Kissing her softly on the lips she brushed Jordan's nose with hers, "Yes, I'm sure, you need someone with you, and…well…I need you…does that make sense?" Squeezing her hand she was suddenly unsure of the strong feelings she had for Jordan. Being with her was all she could think about.

Kissing the back of her hand Jordan nodded, "I know, I feel the same and don't know why. I've never, nunca, I mean…" the confusion in her eyes made Penelope giggle, "are you laughing at me querida?"

"Not at all, its just I remember hearing Emily say the same thing about JJ, only without the Spanish."

"Ahh, so, when do I get out of here?"

"As soon as they get here with the wheelchair and paperwork for you to sign." At the word wheelchair Jordan looked like she would object but the raised eyebrow from Garcia silenced her.

"Morgan is coming by to take us to your place and get us settled." Smiling seductively she continued, "then it's just me and you, alone."

Chuckling Jordan lowered her voice and whispered in her ear, "still want that date with Jordan Coyote?"

The shiver that ran down Penelope's back shook her to her core. "When you're better…" her breath had quickened and the breathless sound of her voice spurred Jordan on.

"I think you know how to make me feel better querida," speaking in the deeper voice she used as Jordan Coyote, the blush that spread across Pen's face was her answer.

"How do you do that? All you have to do is talk to me and…" she couldn't finish, embarrassed by what she had just said she moved to stand up but was stopped by Jordan.

"I feel the same way Penelope, te quiero, in more ways than I can say." Serious, Jordan had dropped the persona and was just herself.

"Thank you." Garcia spoke the words quietly.

"For what?" Jordan had no idea what she was being thanked for.

"For not dying on me. For giving me a chance to know you, to care for you…to love you."

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"Alright ladies, you have security detail watching from the street. The doorman knows to check ID's and as it's a little after three I'm sure you're both hungry, so on that note." Morgan said grinning at them both, "I'll leave you two, uhm, to it."

Walking him to the door, Garcia smacked him in the arm, "stop grinning will you…"

"What? Baby girl I'm happy for you that's all. You two are cute together." Morgan couldn't help the smile on his face. She deserved to be happy and this Jordan appeared to just the thing for her.

"Just don't forget about me, I mean who else is gonna give me the loving you do?"

"Please my chocolate Adonis you never, ever have to worry about that. You're my first love don't you know that?" giggling she pulled him down kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you Derek."

"You're welcome sweetheart, no opening the door without checking, okay?"

"Yes sir, I know the drill." Closing the door behind him she looked around the living room. It was what she expected. The leather couches and end tables looked well worn and comfortable and the knick-knacks reflected her Spanish heritage. Watching Jordan in the recliner she frowned as she saw her holding herself around her middle.

"Pain? It is time for you to take your meds."

"Not yet, please. They make me loopy, I hate that feeling." Seeing her close her eyes, Pen grabbed the bags they had brought from the hospital and walked into Jordan's bedroom. No surprises here, not feminine at all. The white comforter on the bed offset the dark wood furniture and the quilt on the end of the bed was the only real splash of color. Smiling she walked over to the bed and ran her hand over it. They hadn't discussed sleeping arrangements yet. She was more than ready to sleep on the couch, but sitting on the bed she was so lost in thought she didn't hear Jordan come in.

"Penny for your thoughts Penelope." The smile in her voice tempered the pain she was in. It was time for her meds but she was enjoying the sight of Penelope on her bed. Her mind kept putting her in the bed though and she didn't want to presume.

"Hey…you shouldn't be up." Watching as Jordan settled on the bed next to her, the silence that filled the room grew louder.

"We never discussed…"

"I know querida, we didn't," Garcia interrupted her before she could continue.

"I can sleep on the couch, it's not a problem, I don't want you to think…"

"Shh" placing a finger on her lips she shushed her, "I don't expect you to sleep on the couch Penelope, the bed is big enough for both of us. If not, then I will sleep on the couch, not you." Jordan's tone was firm and Garcia smiled as she heard the Latin male in Jordan rear its head.

Garcia got off the bed and arranged the pillows so Jordan could sit up in the bed. "Move back." Once she got her settled, she kissed her, "now that I know you want to sleep with me, I'll call the shots." Not giving Jordan a chance to respond, "I'm going to order takeout, Chinese okay?" barely waiting for a nod she walked toward the door, "I'm going to get you something to drink so you can take your meds."

"Wait don't I get to…"

"Nope…your call about where I sleep, my call about everything else…fair trade" with that she flounced out of the room leaving a bewildered Jordan wondering when she lost what little control she thought she had.

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Her friend had let her know that Jordan was being discharged and about the police detail watching her apartment. And, she now knew that the FBI were involved. Her friend couldn't tell her more than that since she only had access to so much.

"Dammit!" she needed to see Jordan, before Friday. Prowling her friend's apartment she stopped at the window and looked out watching the hustle and bustle below her. Her friend didn't live that far from Jordan. She knew they had her description but they didn't know who she was, so she shoved her hair into a baseball cap and put on some running clothes. Jordan lived off of Four Mile Run in Arlington, so she knew she could jog right past and even stop without raising any suspicion.

She was determined she would figure out a way to see Jordan before Friday. She had to, she needed to talk with her and figure out why she was different. Her friend kept telling her it was just luck that she had survived but Reggie knew better. It meant something. She needed to know what.

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