A/N: New chapter!

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Ch. 13: The True Name

Multiple phone calls later, NYPD was able to give Jane, Maura, Devyn and Korsak a place to stay at. They were crossing into state lines and they weren't sure if this Rachel was going to be cooperating with them.

But they encountered another problem for Devyn wasn't in full capacity of a police officer. So Jane with Devyn sat in Cavanaugh's office, waiting for what they were going to do. Jane glanced over at her cousin and asked quietly, "Did you ever miss it?"

"Miss what," Devyn asked back.

"The job. Do you miss the job?"

Devyn smiled sadly, "Yes and no. I miss helping others and everything, but this job also broke me somewhat. I miss the adrenaline and the shoptalk but as a professor, I have normal hours and I can be with Emily."

"Speaking of which," Jane raised an eyebrow.

Devyn smirked, "Pleading the fifth on whatever you want to ask."

Jane shook her head and before she could say anymore, Cavanaugh entered the room. "Well, here's the deal," he spoke as he took a seat at his desk. "You," he pointed to Devyn, "are not a sworn officer of the Boston Police Department. I can't give you a temporary because that doesn't exist one bit."

"Then what are we going to do, Lieutenant," Jane inquired.

Cavanaugh leaned back in his chair. "Does Devyn need to go with you, Rizzoli," Cavanaugh asked.

"Yes," they both answered.

"Devyn, you can't work as an officer. You resigned, remember?"

Devyn nodded then sighed, feeling that her possibilities of going to New York are disappearing fast. Jane bit her lip then an idea formed in her head and commented, "She's a consult."

"A consult?"

Jane glanced over her cousin who raised an eyebrow then realization hit Devyn. "Yes, a consult. I consult as the previous investigator to the case," Devyn answered.

Cavanaugh smirked, "Alright. You two go now."

Devyn and Jane gave each other a high five then left the office, going their separate ways to pack for New York before anymore snow came down.

"Maura, you don't need to have three suitcases," the detective commented to her girlfriend as they met in the living room.

Maura opened her mouth briefly then closed it, trying to gather her argument. Finally, she retorted, "One suitcase is my clothes, another is my equipment, and the third bag is not a suitcase; it is a carry on."

"Is there a difference?" As soon as she said this, Maura narrowed her eyes, which prompted Jane to raise her hands up in surrender with a sheepish grin. Maura returned the smile and shook her head, placing her bags next to Jane's.

She then wrapped her arms around Jane's waist and stated, "New York is nice during this season."

"Not exactly a great way to visit the city as a couple," Jane chuckled.

"Unfortunately, seeing the city while working a case isn't quite what I would have planned for us."

"Oh," Jane smiled, pulling her closer. "What did you have in mind, Doctor Isles?"

Maura moved her arms around Jane's neck and smiled, "Well, I would have gotten one of the best hotels in Manhattan. Maybe, take you to a show and..." she moved closer, kissing Jane's jaw, "see how the nights go from there."

Jae let out an audible gulp while Maura smirked against Jane's cheek.

Before Jane could reply, there was a loud knock on the door. Jane sighed and mumbled, "Such bad timing!" She then opened the door to see Korsak standing at the patio door while Devyn stood behind him with a frowned expression.

"We're all set," Korsak informed Jane.

"Alright, let me get Maura and I's bags." She then glanced over at Devyn who leaned against the wall, staring out toward the snowfall. "What's up with her," Jane whispered to Korsak.

Korsak shrugged, "She's been like that since I picked her up."

With that, Jane returned into the house to gather her girlfriend and the luggage. They walked outside together with Devyn walking to the cruiser and opening the trunk to load the luggage. As she slammed the door closed, Jane approached and asked softly, "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Devyn answered, "I'll explain it later."

Jane nodded and opened the door, letting Maura and herself into the back while Korsak took the driver's seat and Devyn took the front passenger seat.

The drive to the airport was quiet but Jane whispered in Maura's ear, "I hope NYPD gave us a decent place to stay at." Maura nudged her shoulder then looked over at Devyn to see the concentrated stare on her face.

"She okay," Maura inquired softly.

Jane shrugged and the silence went over them once more.

R&I

During the hour flight, Jane took a seat next to Devyn who seemed to be going over case notes. "So what's up," Jane asked, hoping Devyn will divulge what was bothering her.

Devyn looked up from her notes, glancing at Jane. She recognized the curious expression on her cousin's face, prompting her to answer softly, "Nicolas drop by the apartment." Jane's eyes widened and Devyn nodded, "Yeah, unfortunately…and I guess, Dad left things in my name in his will."

"Like what," Jane asked.

"Like I got ownership of my father's restaurant."

"You got ownership of your restaurant?!"

Devyn placed her finger on her lips and retorted quickly, "Yes, I got ownership of my father's restaurant and if you say it any louder, everyone shall know."

Jane cringed and bit her lip. "The restaurant? My god, I remember Nicholas wanted that place since he was a kid."

"Yup and I would think Dad would give him the restaurant but I guess my dad had other ideas for it said specifically that my mom has ownership until she wishes to hand it over or passes. Mom literally told my brother that she would give the ownership up and she remained manager."

"So Nick lost his shit."

"Basically," Devyn nodded, rubbing her cheek and sighed. "He confronted me at my apartment before I left and he said a couple other things besides his anger for the restaurant being gone."

At those words, Jane noticed that Devyn seemed to sigh. "It bothers you," she asked softly.

"My little brother and I were close but ever since Emily and I started to date, things changed."

"He needs to get over the fact that you two are dating. Emily liked you, not him."

Devyn shrugged then glanced out the window. "We've arrived," she announced as she buckled her seatbelt for the landing, ending the conversation.

The landing was a bit rough but the four stepped off the plane, grabbed their luggage and met up with their contact at the NYPD. Detective James Kelso and Gina Peters were nice enough to entertain the group, asking for some details so they could be able to help them. It gave Jane a good lead for the next morning so they were able to head straight to the place they were staying.

NYPD had a pretty descent budget for they had a hotel right in the middle of Manhattan with two rooms to sleep at. Devyn and Korsak took one room, knocking out for tonight while Jane and Maura took another room, trying to settle in.

Jane walked over toward the window and took in the sight of the city. "It's beautiful," Jane said softly.

Maura smiled and replied, "It is." However, her eyes weren't toward the city but at the sight of Jane in the moonlight. Jane glanced over her shoulder, noticing this, which prompted the detective to blush. "I love that you just blush when I give you compliments," Maura stepped up to Jane, wrapping her arms around her waist.

"When I hear it from you, you make it sound very true."

"Because it is."

Jane turned her body to face Maura, wrapping her arms around Maura's neck. She kissed Maura's forehead gently then pulled back, placing her forehead against hers. "I love you, Maura," the doctor heard suddenly.

Maura pulled back and looked up in surprise at Jane to see her detective smiling. The doctor smiled widely, pulling Jane into an ardent kiss then whispered against her lips, "I love you too, Jane."

Those words seal everything for them.

Hands wandered, bodies pressed, and breaths mingled.

It was going to be a beautiful night.

Jane opened her eyes to see the light barely shinning through the window. She groaned a little bit from soreness then turned her head to see a bedhead Maura. The detective smiled at the sight for she could also see Maura's bare back. She ran her fingers along Maura's shoulder muscles with a smirk forming as small goosebumps appeared.

"Aren't you supposed to be asleep," Maura hummed sleepily.

"I was asleep but I have this beautiful doctor in bed with me. Got to take it in, right," Jane retorted as she leaned down, kissing the center of Maura's back.

Maura turned over then sat up with the sheet, covering her chest somewhat modestly. She scooted closer then leaned forward, kissing Jane's lips softly. Smiles formed on their faces as Jane pulled back, pushing back a strand of blonde hair behind Maura's ear. Maura turned her head and kissed Jane's wrist with the detective wrapping her arm around Maura's waist.

"How do you feel," Maura asked softly as she moved into Jane's lap.

"I feel great," Jane answered happily. "And you? Was I…okay?"

Maura leaned in and gave Jane a quick peck on the kiss, retorting, "Perfect." Maura then gave another peck, followed by several more with Jane's hands running down Maura's back.

But before things moved to round six, there was a loud knock at the door. Jane groaned and shouted, "What?"

"Jane, your cousin is already downstairs. You might need to get moving," Korsak said from behind the door.

"Fine…" Maura let out a giggle then moved out of Jane's lap. "Hey," Jane mumbled, "come back over here."

"Jane, get dress. We have things to do."

The brunette groaned once more, collapsing back onto her pillow while Maura slipped out of bed and walked to the bathroom to get ready.

R&I

Jane and Maura stepped out the elevator to see the empty lobby. Jane then noticed Korsak sitting in an armchair with a newspaper open. "Vince, where's Devyn," she asked her mentor; Vince looked up from the paper then looked back down in confusion.

"She was here a few minutes ago," Korsak informed them.

Jane looked around in confusion while Maura glanced over to see Devyn standing outside, looking up at the sky. She released Jane's arm and walked out of the hotel to meet up with Devyn. "Have a good night sleep," Maura inquired softly.

"Somewhat," Devyn answered.

"Really?"

Devyn nodded and continued, "Just had a rough night. Thinking about this case and my home life."

"I heard. I'm sorry about that."

The professor gave a sympathetic smile to the doctor then looked back out to the street. "Did you have a good night," Devyn inquired suddenly.

Maura felt a blush rush to her cheeks and answered vaguely, "Quite nice."

"I figured especially when you have something on your neck," Devyn smirked as she gestured on her own neck by the ear. Maura's eyes widened as she pulled out her compact mirror and noticed the hickey. She sighed while Devyn whispered, "Don't worry, you can hide it with your hair."

"Thank you."

"Hey," they turned to see Jane and Korsak exiting the building.

"Morning Jane," Devyn greeted with a small nod of the head.

"I see you're ready bright and early."

"Yeah, I want to find this Rachel because she's the key to this whole entire thing."

They walked toward the edge of the sidewalk and while Korsak waved the taxi down, Jane asked Devyn softly, "You don't think the Bard knows we are here?"

"If he does, we need to find her first," Devyn answered as the taxi pulled up.

The group traveled to the NYPD Precinct that Detectives Kelso and Peters worked at. They entered the squad room and took a seat with Devyn and Jane explaining the case to Kelso and Peters. Once they established the case, the search for Rachel began in New York's database as well as the FBI database with the help of Frost and Nina getting in.

"Rachael Caranza Baptist," someone shouted.

Jane rushed toward the desk to see Peters, pointing to her computer screen. "Your computer people are great," she informed the others. "She literally took the 'Caranza' out of her name and Baptist was spelled differently."

Devyn peered down and smirked, "Bappitst…seriously? She had another 'P' to her name."

"It worked enough to hide but I got an address for you guys."

"Text it to us," Jane stated as she grabbed her coat and gloves. "Come, Dev and you too, Kelso!"

"Coming," Devyn shouted as she chased after Jane who kissed Maura on the cheek on her way out.

They got into Kelso's cruiser and began to drive down to address. "You think she's going to tell us anything about your Bard," Kelso asked as they approached a suburb.

"She's a big part of this case it seems," Jane stated. "We hope she can give us something."

"You're putting on a lot on this one girl," Kelso pointed out.

"Cause we have to," Devyn mumbled.

Suddenly, they stopped in front of a brownstone home. "This is it," Kelso gestured toward the house in front of them. Jane and Devyn stepped out of the cruiser, walking toward the home while Kelso shouted, "I'll be here!"

Jane gave a small nod and they approached the door. Devyn knocked on it then took in a deep breath before releasing it. The door then opened to reveal a woman; one that Jane and Devyn recognized immediately despite some aging.

"Hello," the woman spoke.

"Rachel Baptist," Jane asked inquired.

"Yes, may I ask who you two are?"

"I'm Detective Jane Rizzoli and this is my consult, Professor Devyn D'Angelo. We're from the Boston Police Department."

The woman's expression turned from a calm and neutral one into a concerned expression. "Why would Boston cops be up here in New York," she inquired.

"It's not what you think, Ms. Baptist," Devyn informed her.

Rachel placed her hand on her waist, "And what do you think I'm thinking, Ms. D'Angelo?"

"Caranza." The one name prompted Rachel to look away and began to close the door quickly until Jane placed her foot to stop her. Devyn leaned in, "Look. I get it, you want to be out of your father's shadow and you are. Our business has to do with your sons."

Rachel widened the door. "What did my sons do," she asked in concern.

"Could we talk about it inside," Jane suggested.

At first, it seemed that Rachel didn't wish to let Jane and Devyn in until Rachel gestured for them to enter the premises. Once they entered the home, the two removed their gloves and coats then followed Rachel into the living room. "Would you like something to drink," Rachel asked the two.

Jane nodded but Devyn declined with Rachel leaving for the kitchen. With her out of the room, Devyn stood up from her spot and looked around. "Anything interesting," Jane asked her cousin.

"Seems she hasn't forgotten home," Devyn said, gesturing toward the picture of Rachel in front of Fenway.

"I see a lot of pictures in New York as well."

Devyn pointed toward a picture of two young men, "Here are the boys."

Jane stood up and looked at the picture as well. "They seem happy," Jane stated quietly.

"What happened to my boys, Detective," they turned to see Rachel with two cups of coffee in her hands. She handed one cup to Jane then sipped hers as she continued, "Are they okay?"

"They're okay but I'm afraid to tell you that your sons are in our custody due to a murder investigation."

"What," Rachel gasped. "They would never hurt anyone."

"Unfortunately, it seems that they have been found associated to a known serial killer called the Bard," Devyn informed. It seemed with those words; Rachel paled and placed her cup down. Devyn and Jane noticed with Devyn asking, "Does that sound familiar to you?"

"No but I heard about it on the news. How could my sons be involved with a man like that?"

Devyn glanced at Jane who crossed her arms over her chest. "Because he's their father," Jane commented.

"What?"

"Rachel, he had a relationship with him."

"You don't know that."

"Yes," Devyn answered then pulled out the photo of Rachel, placing it on the table. "I know for a fact that he loved you at one time." Rachel grabbed the photo and ran her thumb along it with tears running down her cheeks.

"Oh Henry, what did you do," Rachel informed them.

"Henry," Jane repeated in a questioning tone.

Rachel nodded, "Henry Baptist-Reynolds. He was a bookstore owner in my neighborhood. We met when I was looking for books for textbooks for I was going to a community college nearby. He approached me and wanted to help. We hit it off and from there, we fell in love."

"How does Shakespeare relate to him?"

"Shakespeare," Rachel repeated in confusion. "I liked Shakespeare. He thought it was stupid but he listened to me when I read…why do you ask?"

"He…he reenacts scenes from Shakespearean tragedies," Devyn murmured. "He's killed many people."

"He's a kind man," Rachel tried.

Suddenly, Devyn stood up from her seat with her fist clenching with Jane and Rachel watching. "Why are you not together," Jane asked softly.

Rachel sighed, "My father thought I was too good for him. We were going to get married until I found out that my father sent a group of men and had Henry beaten up." Tears formed again then she began to sob, "It was my father's way of threatening Henry to stay away but Henry didn't want to."

"But you did," Devyn guessed.

"Yes…I loved him so much that I had to let him go."

"Are William and Duncan his sons?"

"Yes but I didn't tell Henry…I…I couldn't. He would have come back."

"This was all ten years ago," Jane asked.

Rachel looked so surprise and nodded hesitantly. "How did you know that," she asked Jane.

"Because that's when he started to kill people," Devyn answered quietly. She turned and faced Rachel, "The man you loved became a monster, Rachel. His heartache became an anger toward everyone."

"It's not my fault," Rachel shouted.

"Dev," Jane tried to calm her cousin.

Devyn moved closer, "He's coming for you."

"You're not sure about that. He would never hurt me," Rachel argued as she stood up from her seat.

"He's unpredictable. I know how he thinks. I know how he works and he wrecked my life, Rachel." Rachel shook her head and with a clenched jaw, Devyn pulled down the collar of her t-shirt to reveal the scarred skin that 'Fortune's fool.' Rachel gasped while Jane's jaw dropped slightly as Devyn expressed, "He did this to me. I don't underestimate him anymore."

Jane nodded in agreement, "You're smart, Rachel and we're asking for your help. Come back to Boston under our protection and helps us bring him in."

Rachel was quiet then she questioned, "How can you be so sure that he'll listen to me? It's been years."

"We don't but maybe you can help us understand him better."

It was a quiet night and the bar was pretty much empty while an old man sat there, drinking away his sorrows and anger. Someone was going to pay for killing his baby and he didn't care if he was going to tear Boston apart.

"Jonathan Caranza," he heard suddenly.

The older gentleman grunted, "That's Big Jon to you, kid."

"I'm not a kid anymore, Caranza."

Caranza turned his head and his eyes widened then a laugh, "Well look at you. Still puny, Henry."

Eyes narrowed and suddenly, a gun came out of Henry's jacket, firing at the bartender twice. Caranza jumped then Henry stepped forward, kicking the chair out causing the mob boss to drop to the ground. Caranza tried to pull out his gun until Henry slammed the muzzle of the gun straight across the jaw, knocking him out.

Henry then tucked the gun away and grabbed the unconscious body, "It's Bard to you, motherfucker."

Sorry for the wait guys. I'm going to start a new job and school soon so I'm trying to type when I can. Please review! Thanks!