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LET SLEEPING BLOOD LIE

CHAPTER 25 - Training

Maura drops the photos of Jane in the carpark on the table in front of Dan to look at the next ones.

Another set of eight sequential pictures that looks to be near a large sewer pipe with water running out into a concrete run-off. Jane is leaning against the bank wearing running gear, her white sneakers contrasting against everything else in the dark and this man also in a suit is standing in a massive storm-pipe. It could easily be the same man based on the build but she won't guess. She recognises the date, Jane had arrived afterwards but dressed differently only a few weeks back.

"Jane"

"mmhhmmmm" Jane rolls over slightly nestling her face into Maura's neck, her warm breath giving Maura goosebumps.

Maura runs her hand gently down Jane's face barely grazing the fresh red haemotoma on her mandible before placing a soft kiss on her forehead and watching her zygomatic major unconsciously contract in response, then gently peppering the side of her face in soft kisses. She loved it when Jane was still in bed in the morning, sleeping softly, peacefully. It was rare, and it was these moments she was most grateful for, her lover's warm body beside her, limbs wrapped around limbs, raven hair tickling her skin. Enjoying watching her sleeping, her chest rising and falling. At the same time she wanted to wake her just so she could say 'good morning' and watch the small indentations appear on her cheeks, her dimples, and her eyes twinkle in delight.

"Where do you go Jane?" Maura questions out loud into the universe. If only she had Jane to herself 24/7. Although no work would ever get done but she wouldn't care. She runs her thumb across Jane's lip and leans forward to graze her lips across Jane's before wrapping her arm around her body pulling her tighter.

"I miss you" she whispered sweetly in Jane's ear

"Rizzoli, what are you doing? Focus"

The voice comes a split second too late as a foot and leg connect with her jaw.

Jane groans loudly, landing mainly on her shoulder on the padded mat in the training room. She pulls herself slowly into sitting position cradling her arm, "Ahhhggg, just give me a minute." she groans loudly, pained.

"Do you really think in the middle of a fight that your assailant is going to say 'sure ok, take five minutes...you know what...make that ten, would you like a cup of tea and a scone?' and let you recover?" Anna scolded in her impatient British accent, holding her arm out to indicate to Ralph the fight is temporarily on hold. Jane rolls her eyes.

Anna continues, "I am sure you're worse than usual today, what's on your mind Rizzoli?"

"Not important" She growls getting to her feet rotating her shoulder a few times to check it wasn't dislocated.

"Your mind and your body work as one, if your mind is somewhere else then your body might as well be also."

Jane takes out her mouthguard and sips out of her water bottle, "My mind and body just need to be ready."

Anna nods, and waves Ralph back over, "Then focus, you won't be the fighter you need to be if even Ralphy can knock you over so easily." She chuckles to herself well aware that Jane's greatest motivation is not loosing to someone she should be better than. It always worked when police training came around twice a year if she paired Jane with her brother Frankie. It was almost comical, Jane couldn't afford to loose to Frankie and still be equal with her male colleagues, and Frankie couldn't afford to be beaten by his sister...or a girl for that matter. If they were allowed to bet on training fights it could have drawn every police department in the state in for the show. For the department though, it was only fair to end it early so they could both walk away with their pride equally in tact. Korsak and Frost did bet, in secret, on who would get the most clean head shots in.

But these circumstances were slightly different. Jane had approached Anna, Anna who taught several types of fighting styles, to teach her how to defend herself against any type of attack. And later not to just defend herself but also to effectively attack, especially to use the fighting styles interchangeably to counter and gain the upper hand of another style, very much like street fighting. Anna had accepted the challenge without question, She cared about Jane like a sister she never had being an only child and would do anything for her friend.

They had progressed through some forms of martial arts attacks, some marine moves, a few special forces secrets, boxing which Jane was already skilled at. And now was pretty much whatever goes, no gloves, basic face protection only, and no weapons, full mixed martial arts and weapons would come later.

Jane hadn't expected Ralph to fight like a girl, cheap shots, hair pulling and a touch of biting but then anything goes. It did piss her off, catching her off guard at times, and her anger always distorted her perspective and gave him the upper hand. He had a mean left hook and was painfully flexible when his high kicks were at her shoulder height. She had realized quickly that bending forward did put her face in a perfect line with the heel of his foot. So her defense was a boxing stance, her hands a fence, and her attacks had to be in close proximity ones, thats if she could get close enough. Ralphy was a good fighter, really good, and he ignored every taunt Jane had thrown his way. He was better than the others she trained with, but the others also gave her a lot of different variety, helping her learn to quickly read the opponents style and react accordingly.

Ralph pulled his fists up, a smear of Jane's dried blood still across his knuckles, and he sparred with her gently getting into position again and Jane countered keeping him temporarily at arms length.

"Watch his shoulders Rizzoli, you'll see the muscle reaction a second before the action, keep your head bobbing so you can avoid it. And counter it aggressively not defensively or we'll be here all night."

Jane saw the flinch in his muscle and half ducked keeping her arms up to block.

"You're not being aggressive. Use his decisive actions to your advantage. You're taller, faster, don't let him wear you down."

"I'm trying" she moaned sheepishly getting ready again.

Ralph moved around her slowly jabbing her block forcing her to turn with him to keep him in her eye line. She saw a movement in his leg and swivelled on her right foot to throw her right fist at his head catching him squarely on the jaw and moving to her right just like she'd been taught.

"Good Rizzoli, very good"

Ralph shook his head to shake off the blow and re-focus. Jane took the opportunity to half step closer ready to tackle him.

"Don't favor one technique, one side, don't be predictable, one dimensional"

Keeping close she knows he can't use any high kicks, she hates them the most but her long arms make her strikes a little less powerful from this distance too.

"Don't forget to defend. Half and half. Defend and attack"

She keeps her arms up ready to protect her face swinging a few strikes but clearly not making sufficient contact

"Hit with power, your attacker might be 40 to 50 pounds over you. You don't want to wrestle."

Jane dodges a few strikes with Ralphys shorter arms, fists just grazing her hair gleaning off without doing damage

"Get grounded. Stability on your feet. Use your hips. Elbow and knee together, drive with your hip. Explosive tort."

Just as she is about to strike, Ralph suddenly ducks and she instinctively steps backwards to create distance from what might be a jump back kick like the last time, instead her legs were over her head and before she knows it she's on her back.

"That's enough Ralph, thank you." Anna sighed

Ralph reaches his arm out to help Jane to her feet before leaving.

"You anticipate too much, you respond before you know what's going to happen. If you were pre-emptive you wouldn't offer them the chance to surprise you. But...you're usually not this off your game. Are you angry or sad?"

"You don't know me as well as you think, Anna" Jane smiles jokingly while taking off the tape around her wrist and knuckles and sitting down beside Anna. "I am actually both"

Anna laughs, "You are very powerful when you're angry, scary and in control. So I think it might be the 'sad' that's the problem. Care to talk about it?"

Jane rubs her wrists thinking for a moment, "I miss this, training, I miss being a detective, chasing perps, the usual everyday stuff...ex everyday stuff. I'm sad I can't do it anymore" she confesses

"Well that's some grade A bullshit. I know you well enough to know it's not that, whatever it is...you can't let it get control. You've got to fight like you've already won the fight."

"And what if I loose?"

"What will you loose if you don't win?"

Jane ran her hand through her hair and stopped near the hairline on her neck. Kneading the tense neck muscles there. "I'm scared"

"Fear isn't you friend, you can't think about it. You have to focus on the end game."

She feels Maura's tight grip around her as she wakes slowly, lazily, enjoying the softness of the soft comfortable bed and Maura's warm body. Quickly kissing the forearm closest to her lips lovingly, "Morning"

"Morning Jane, you stayed." It's said almost as a thank you

"Mmmmm. Had nowhere else to be just now," Jane chuckles opening her eyes and staring deeply into beautiful green ones.

Maura kisses Jane's jaw near the bruising, "I'm glad" she whispers

Jane smiles softly, "What do you want to do today?" carefully hiding her own smile of anticipation at Maura's soon to be reaction

Maura raises her eyebrows, "With you? really?" her smile broadens across her face and almost reaches her ears, her eye's lit up like a christmas tree, exactly as Jane had hoped for.

"Really, really" Jane replies softly leaning in for a searing kiss that wipes the grin right off Dr. Isles face.

Soon they were in the kitchen getting ready to spend a few hours together. Just them. Breakfast was first on the agenda.

"Prunes for breakfast, ewww Maura. Don't you have donuts or cereal"

Maura laughs, "They are good for digestion Jane, and from what I can tell you haven't been getting enough fibre lately..."

"No no no absolutely -N-O-, gross, WE are not discussing this, this...me, and bathroom stuff...NO" she gives Maura the evil eye warning that it's the end of the topic.

Maura's eyes twinkle, "Why did the banana go out with the prune?"

Jane stares at her incredulous, "I am not eating prunes OR bananas."

Maura starts to giggle ignoring Jane and amusing herself, struggling to say the punchline between snickers, "Because he couldn't get a date" she finally laughs hysterically.

Jane deadpans but eventually succumbs to a smile at the sight of Maura laughing at her own corny joke. She secretly hopes the rest of the day would be a little stronger than a G rating.

"So 'Joe Friday", he chuckles at Jane's scowl, "I have good news and bad news. What do you want first?"

"Surprise me" she growled.

"We do have a lead. Your file itself wasn't a complete waste of time, it was viewed by two intelligence agencies before you were taken. One was the CIA but that's no surprise. The second was a division of the U.S. Army Intelligence and Security Command called INSCOM whose assignments include psychological and psychotronic warfare."

Jane nods understanding, frowning slightly, waiting for more

"Who gave the order though, well that's entirely different. There is an array of groups like we have previously discussed like the CFR, Trilateral Commission, Bilderberg Group, NSC, NSA, NPO and JCS to name a few. Above them is another layer of organizations. So..."

"So, It's complicated then" Jane interrupts him already frustrated at the lack of progress she has been battling all week.

"Oh you have no idea..." John Doe rubs his forehead slowly deep in thought.

"Which alphabet soup are you involved with?" She spits back at him already knowing he won't answer but she wants him to feel her annoyance, her anger.

John Doe laughs, "I'm not under the intelligence branches. Just as with the official government, the Shadow Government has functional branches. However, unlike the official government, the purpose of the non-executive branches of the Shadow Government is simply to distribute various functions, but not to achieve a system of checks and balances, as was supposed to happen constitutionally between the executive, legislative and judicial branches of the U.S. Government. That is because the Shadow Government is a creature of a powerful elite, who need not fear being dominated by an instrument of their own creation. In the Shadow Government there are five branches, the Executive Branch, the Intelligence Branch, the War Department, the Weapons Industry Branch, and the Financial Department. Excluding the executive branch there are 70 or so groups."

Jane frowns at him, it was an answer without being an answer, she definitely doesn't feel any better, "Was that the bad news or the good news?"

"I guess that was the good news," he shifts his weight to the other leg wishing he wasn't standing any longer, this was meant to be a very quick meeting. He should have taken Jane up on her offer to meet at a coffee house instead of here.

"Then I'm not super ecstatic about the bad news," Jane pouts rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

"I want to tell you a story," He could sense her distrust in him, in anything secretive, and the only was he could help her was to expose part of his own agenda, "My sister Kay was married to a US marine colonel who was an Illuminati insider. He was a trained assassin and worked in mind control among other things. He liaised with public names such as Bush, Rockerfeller and Kissinger. He called the people he was involved with 'members of The Firm or The Brotherhood.' He mentioned how many are members of the Cap and Gown Princeton group or the Skull and Bones Yale crowd and how they performed sexually perverted induction ceremonies. He told me how sex is used to control, intimidate and groom boys into this type of military service from a young age." John scratched the back of head slowly fighting back his own emotions, "Hazing is a milder form of these initiation rituals. It has spread into mainstream society through Masonic sub-groups hidden in various institutions. They function as Masonic recruiting pools or Masonic kindergartens, a place for young people to dress up and practice the rituals and roles they will act out in the future."

"So that's the link?" Jane throws her hands up in the air, "I messed up some stupid kids future and it had to be fixed and some agency is behind that, behind making ME hide the truth, so the kid can have his perfect little planned perfect life."

"Well, simply put, yes."

Jane turns and kicks the bank behind her splashing mud across her brand new sneakers, the brown mud stands out on the white fabric like a messy smudged Ying and Yang. She rests her forearms against the bank her face in her hands and holds back tears. The anger rolling like waves as every second of the torture she endured revisits her like a movie. All for one kid, so simple, so stupid. The future of some rich kid was more important than Hamish, than her, than the people she cared about. Her security, her basic human need to feel safe had been hijacked and destroyed permanently for that. She started beating her fists against the muddy bank, fighting silently on the inside. Mud splattered her top, her face and ran down her arms. John watches in silence knowing it isn't his place to do anything, just waiting for her to be ready to continue.

"Is that the bad news?" She moans loudly about ready to fall apart, shoulders slumped, head forward. Her fists still half planted in the muddy bank, her back to John.

"I believe the kid is Ricci"

"Who's his family?"

"You don't wanna go there, trust me."

"Maybe I do" she looks over her shoulder to glare at him

He looks softly back at her, "Yes. Maybe you do. I would too. But what I have for you isn't about him. He can wait."

Jane turns around to face him and smiles ever so slightly, a tiny glimmer of hope.

"One of the documents had a signature, it appeared to be a release form of some sort. The dates match. One very smart tech guy..." He points his thumb at himself, "Instead of just finding a name of one of you captors tracked it directly to an actual person. Funny thing about these agencies is they keep very very detailed paperwork."

Jane wants to hug him, but considering they have met twice and she is currently dripping mud, she's sure she would end up in some kind of choke-hold.

He clears his throat before continuing, "Someone is going to pick you up Saturday night and take you to a meeting point, It will be worth your while. Your choice, as always, if you go."

"Thank you...for saving the good news for last" she whispers.

He nods slightly accepting her gratitude and then turns and disappears the way he came.

Jane heads the other way, towards the park and jogs back towards her apartment to wash the mud off that is now starting to dry on her skin.

Dan looks at the photo she is holding, "Whatever they talked about seemed to upset them both. Detective Rizzoli seemed angry and that man disappeared into that pipe outlet, he never came back out." he shrugs in apology.

The next photo Jane faces away from the man leaning against the bank, the man's face still not visible in the shadows.

Maura flips to the last photo in the sequence. Jane visibly upset, her eyes a little puffy. She has black splatters and smudges across her face and her hands and arms covered in a mud-type substance.

Maura drops that set on the pile to look at the next one, every photo gets more and more painful. This secret painful life Jane leads seems to tear her heart open. She wants to stop but can't, she has to know that the woman she loves will be ok.

The third set of photo's are a day later near Jane's apartment. The top photo is hazy and almost impossible to make out...

"Since I entered politics, I have chiefly had men's views confided to me privately. Some of the biggest men in the United States, in the field of commerce and manufacture, are afraid of something. They know that there is a power somewhere so organized, so subtle, so watchful, so interlocked, so complete, so pervasive, that they had better not speak above their breath when they speak in condemnation of it." - Woodrow Wilson, The New Freedom 1913

...to be continued...