For anyone to have FBI agents killed without worrying of any repercussions meant a lockdown of the city of Boston. It also meant the FBI and Police were dealing with an organization that wasn't afraid to send a message about their million dollar supply. Dean was well aware of who would be blamed for such a botched mission and the FBI were willing to let him go down in flames and all who were attached to the investigation.

The FBI didn't like being made fools and certainly the CIA would have a field day knowing the FBI couldn't hold onto such a large shipment of drugs ferrying in the city. While still wondering about Jane in her condition, Grant and Dean had to pull in their reserves for help. An all out bulletin was put out to all their agents in the city to hunt down however snatched a certain shipment. Even to the point of calling in informants and rewarding them for any information.

BOSTON POLICE HEADQUARTERS

"Have you interviewed Cavanaugh yet?" Asked Grant.

"No, all of a sudden he's been quite. Our tail on him seen him with Korsak in a nearby coffee shop. One of the undercover agents saw Cavanaugh slip something under the table to Korsak and leave."

"Are you saying Cavanaugh and Korsak are dirty too?" Grant did not like where this was going. He had known Korsak to be an honest cop. But Cavanaugh was still a mystery.

"I'm saying that it's no coincidence the shipment is missing and Cavanaugh and Korsak are suddenly cozy with one another. We have some serious breaches in both the Police and our organizations and I'm not going down without a fight. Someone is setting us up and good people are dropping like flies around this case." Dean sat down in his chair, frustrated at the current events. He rubbed his temple for the oncoming headache that was coming to the front of his forehead.

"I don't like this whole thing. But I can't honestly see Korsak as a mole." Questioned Joe. "Maybe Cavanaugh, but not Korsak. The facts aren't adding up. Let's bring in Korsak and see what he's got to say."

Dean starred at the wall in the precinct. "Yeah….ok. He knew that Joe had visited the hospital earlier. "How's Detective Rizzoli doing and her brother?"

"Frankie was awake earlier. Jan…Detective Rizzoli was still in critical condition. Dr. Isles is staying with her. Korsak was there earlier. I saw him on the phone."

Gabriel was skeptic about interviewing Frankie, but he needed answers from someone and still wanted to see Jane. He was worried about her and this case was becoming a pressure cooker.

"I need you on this Joe. There are some areas that you can go, that I can't. Lean hard on Korsak and see what comes up. In the meantime, I'm going to see if Detective Rizzoli is awake. Maybe she might have some answers."

Joe nodded, as Gabriel proceeded to the door. He saw something keener to worry, than looking into an investigation concerning Jane. But he shrugged it off knowing Dean was under a lot of pressure to solve this case as well bring to justice those behind all this mess. Joe decided to contact Korsak and set up an interview, soon.

POLICE COMMISSIONERS OFFICE

"I put my head down and looked away. Now you pull this stunt. What do you think is going to happen now that FBI agents have been killed? This brings more suspicion to my city. The FBI are not going to take this lying down." The Commissioner was questioning his ally's actions of taking the drugs from the FBI.

"You're being compensated quite well, so what I do for my clients is none of your business." The shadowy figured expressed on the cell phone. "Be glad that you don't join those agents in eternal slumber. My clients were very upset with their merchandise being held, and was promised insurance for safe passage thru your city. Your people messed up, mine didn't."

"I've got more heat than I can handle. I thought a certain Detective was going to be eliminated. Now I see plans have changed and she's still alive. There are too many lose ends adding up and if the FBI find out something because of your negligence then I'm not responsible and I'm not going down alone."

The cell phone fell silent for a moment. The Commissioner started sweating at the deafening silence.

"You are in no position to threaten me Commissioner. Would you like the public to know about a certain Hotel room used by you and your staff? Room 313 has some colorful pictures of you and a certain women, not your wife, engaged in some explicit positions I might add. What would the public think of their precious Police Commissioner in such an embarrassing situation?"

The Commissioner sat back in his chair, with his shaking hand combing thru his hair in worry.

"I….I….

"Now that we've come to an understanding, we can deal with pressing matters concerning, loose ends. Now it's your problem. Get someone in that hospital and find out some information. My clients do not want a repeat of previous matters. They have special interest groups looking at real estate in Boston. I need assurances that there will be no more problems. I will take care of the Government authorities."

"Yes….yes certainly. I'll send in my people."

"There, that wasn't so bad. I'll contact you when it's appropriate. Am I understood?" The power in the voice was meant as a threat and the Commissioner knew it.

"Yes."

The other end of the cell phone disconnected. The Commissioner sat back in his chair, visibly shaking, trying to real in his failing courage.

The Commissioner dialed from another cell phone. "Get someone in that hospital close. I have an assignment for your men."

"We have a situation." The voice at the other end explained.

"What kind of situation?"

"Frost wanted the tapes from our surveillance. He's digging too deep. The tapes don't exist and we are running out of answers."

"Then give him blank tapes. Make up any excuse, but get him off your back."

"What do you think we said? Bobby screwed up and we're paying the price for his mistake. If you want more from us, then we want to up the ante. We want Bobby's cut, he's dead and we're taking more risk."

The Commissioner was becoming unsettled. Too many things were unraveling, and the pressure was on him now. "You'll get your payment as soon as you finish this job. There are others involved that can be blamed, so use your influence to make things happen."

"Then we have a deal?" The person at the other end was smiling.

"Like I said, earn your money. Find out what Rizzoli knows and eliminate all other situations that arise."

Grumbling, the voice agreed. "Understood."

As the cell phone disconnected. The Commissioner pulled out a key and unlocked a hidden drawer. He slowly pulled the drawer open. He stared blankly at the contents inside and wondered if he would have to use the item inside. After several long minutes, he closed the drawer and locked it again, hoping he could somehow make his situation go away.

Clicking on his private phone, he contacted his Assistant. "Cancel my appointments for today. I'm not feeling well and going home."

"Yes Sir. Is there anythi…. The assistant heard a click and was disconnected, then nothing.

BOSTON HOSPITAL

Korsak ran from the elevators and bypassed the nurses' station to Jane's room in the ICU. When he saw that Jane and Dr. Isles were not in the room, he almost panicked. The nurse tried to stop him, but she was right behind him.

"WHERE IS DETECTIVE RIZZOLI AND DR. ISLES?"

"Sir, I need to see your identification. It's important that you show me your credentials Sir."

"What? What are you talking about? This room is empty. Where are…..

"Are you Detective Korsak?" Vince felt his stomach start to churn.

"What the….yes, here's my badge. Now answer me…. grabbing the nurse's arm. "Where the hell is Detective Rizzoli and Dr. Isles?"

"Come with me."

TBC

A/N: Sorry for the delay. Pretty busy lately. As usual, any comments and reviews are welcomed.