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"She has her Frost. Dominique has Maura." Jane paced in front of the station after being forcibly removed from the scene. She knew she had been a bit irrational but she couldn't get the image of Maura in the clutches of Dominique out of her head.
"Jane we're trying to track her. We'll find-"
"Don't you get it Frost! All of this..." she waved her arms at the responders, "all of this was to get Maura. Her man inside...he took her, he was here." She wasn't even speaking to him anymore.
Her head was spinning. Who could she trust? No one, again. She paced trying to figure out what to do. Rondo, she needed to get in touch with him and find out if he'd heard anything.
"Hang on Maura, I'll find you." Frost overheard her whisper and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Hey! We'll find her. Don't do this to yourself, we couldn't have-"
"Couldn't have what Frost? Known that she would go after Maura? Of course we did, you saw the same doctored pictures of Maura that I did! And one of them was of her broken body in the aftermath of an explosion. LIKE THIS ONE! We should have known. We got fucking complacent and I let myself believe..." she took a deep shuddering breath and glared at him.
"Just leave me alone right now, please. Find that mole. Her man took her, I want to see a list of everyone here."
"Jane that's not..."
"Fuck you Frost!" her voice was like ice. "Just tell me if any of the folks on your list were here today. I'll take it from there."
Frost looked at the stranger in front of him and understood finally what Korsak had been trying to tell him. This was a Jane he didn't know and it scared him. She would not readily accept his help but she had it regardless.
"I'll run the check but Jane." he flinched at the look she gave him."Don't go off by yourself, please."
"Just go Frost." Her hands shook as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She ran through different things in her mind before pulling out her phone. She needed to get in touch with someone else as well but Rondo would have to help her there.
Not wanting others to hear, she texted, thankful when she received a text right back. She sent another text to set up a meet and glanced around as she hit send. She didn't want to be this person anymore but Jane would do whatever it took to get Maura back safely even if it cost her life.
Frost pulled out his phone and dialed Korsak as he watched Jane disappearing into the crowd, he tried to follow her, but she literally went to punch him, only stopping short as he'd put his hands up in surrender. He didn't want to risk her taking him down, because he knew she could, and in this mood - would.
"Korsak, we've got a helluva problem." Giving the details, Frost put his phone away into his pant's pocket, before moving off back to the precinct.
Getting back into the bullpen, watching Frost walk in, Korsak stood up from his desk, having come back from the depths of the evidence basement looking for some of the older files on Dominique. His face was pale, eyes bloodshot. A mixture of tiredness, focusing on print in files and on boxes in a dusty atmosphere, and now pure worry about the news Maura was missing, and Jane had disappeared on Frost, seemingly determined to make this a one woman crusade, played on his features.
"I've already spoken to Sean, he's waiting for us in his office - apart from anything, we don't want anyone else listening in on this conversation."
Frost followed Korsak through, surprised when he didn't even bother knocking on their LT's door. Cavanaugh was waiting for them, anxiously pacing behind his desk. Seeing the two men, he nodded for them to sit down, as he sat on his own chair.
"Vince brought me up to date while you were getting here Frost. I've gotta say, we need to handle this one carefully, for a lot of fucking reasons."
Korsak cleared his throat, as he nervously tweaked his tie, "Sean there's one other problem you don't know about."
Cavanaugh looked surprised, as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his desk, "This is already a clusterfuck of epic proportions, I can't see what other problem there is?"
"Well, the two kinda go hand in hand." Korsak paused, and sighed, "Look, you know how Jane and the Doc are close, but I saw them - and they are closer now. As in, it looks like they are together. A couple."
Cavanaugh closed his eyes as his head tipped back slightly, before he opened them again, looking at the men across the desk from him.
"Shit." Was all he could think of to say.
"Yeah, well, it gets kinda worse. Possibly. You remember the Colin Doyle case? And how we found out he was Patrick Doyle's son?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"What we kept outta the report was when the Doc ran the DNA, it came back with a hit. Familial DNA - and you know what that means Sean. An existing DNA profile was in the database, but not an exact match."
"So?" Cavanaugh frowned as he listened, trying to work out what this all had to do with now. "I thought it was Doyle's DNA that had sprung the hit?"
"That's what we wanted it to look like - we changed some of the file information. Shit Sean, there's no easy way to say this - Maura Isles is Paddy Doyle's daughter. Colin was her half brother. Different mother's - same father. You know I don't have to tell ya, he gets wind that his daughter's been snatched... We'll have all out war not just in Southie, but in pretty much the whole of Boston."
"Crap!" Cavanaugh looked as if he'd been smacked over the head with a two by four. "So, we think Maura has not only been taken by a piece of scum who works for this police department on the orders of this Dominique, but that Patrick Doyle is her father. That's a fucking complication we could have done without. Added to that, Rizzoli has struck out on her own, and from what we know happened before, this is going to mean she's likely to break the law just to get where she wants to be. Taking down Dominique any way she can. Plus if as you said, she and the Doc are in a relationship as best you can tell, her emotions are going to be even more all over the place."
"That just about sums it up. Shit storm, meet epic clusterfuck."
Cavanaugh took a minute, just looking at the two men in front of him, "I don't need to tell you both but just so we're absolutely clear, this has now become a strictly need to know operation. You only report to me, or each other. Angela and Frankie get nothing from either of you. At the moment, they are just aware that the Doc and Rizzoli are working the case so aren't around, but out in the field. If word gets out about Doctor Isles disappearing from the crime scene, then we'll look at it again, but for now, nothing is said. Unless it comes about we have to tell them otherwise, that's how we keep it. It won't be something we can keep from them for long, but we don't need another emotional Rizzoli losing their head, going after Jane or Dominique on their own."
"Gotcha." Korsak replied, looking a little better, knowing that Cavanaugh was obviously going to help them, rather than force it to be handed over.
"The FBI will be on this though - this is a Commonwealth employee, under the command of the BPD, and kidnapped from an active crime scene. What we won't give them is who we know is likely to have arranged this, we give them absolutely nothing." Seeing both men nod, he took in another breath. "First, we've gotta find out who this piece of shit is within the ranks of BPD. They've gotta have a reasonable clearance to do some of what has happened. This is more than an officer on the beat, although we can't discount Dominique having some beat officers in her pocket as well. But as of now, they are low on the totem pole, so we'll get to them another time. Frost, you have any suspects at all?"
"I did some searches that I left running while coming back." He pulled his tablet out, hit the screen a couple of times, "Jane said to take the search I'd already done, then narrow it down to personnel who were at the station bombing."
"Did that narrow it down any?"
"Yeah, it's still a few names, but it's much more doable. How do you want the names? If we've got a leak, do we trust the computer system here?"
"No, we don't. From now on, unless you need searches, and you can do it under the radar, we are going old school. Pen and paper only. Now, let's go find this son of a bitch, as well as find Rizzoli and Doctor Isles, and bring them both home safely - hopefully avoiding a war from Doyle and his men in the process. And Frost, I wanna full check on our computer system. If that bastard has compromised it in any way, I want to know - check it against those names. Look for any suspicious activity from them."
"Yes Sir."
Jane waited impatiently for Rondo as she carefully stepped around shattered glass. She could feel the filth in the air, as she stood in the dank former warehouse, that was now nothing more than a slop house for local junkies to use when they needed a place to shoot up. She didn't dare go in too far, knowing she risked stepping onto needles, used condoms, vomit and god only knows what else. Rondo was late and she was pissed. A hand on her shoulder ended with Rondo looking up at her from the floor.
"What gives Vanilla? I thought we were good?" His playful tone disappeared when he saw the haunted look in her face. "What happened?"
As he scrambled to his feet, she quickly explained, trying to keep her internal torment from coloring her words. She wanted information, period, not sympathy.
"Vanilla I don't think that's a good-"
"Idea? Yeah probably not, but what choice do I have. We've worked together before and he owes me a favor. I used to have a way to get hold during that time, but I know he would've shut that down once it was sorted. He wouldn't risk it being found out as a link to him." She wasn't about to tell Rondo about Doyle's connection to Maura.
"Okay Vanilla, whatever you say but, you need to be careful out there. I hear that the folks gunning for you want you to go down in every way." He knew she understood him and she nodded. Her badge didn't matter to her right now, only Maura did.
"Just put me in touch Rondo, fast. If he can, tell him to meet me here. It's quiet, we won't be disturbed. He'll know the place, and will know it's as good a spot as any. You make sure he knows this has gotta happen, here and now."
"Give me a half hour, I'll make it happen." He walked away and started dialing making a call that might very well mean the end of Jane's career if any of it got out, but she was past caring.
Jane looked at her watch and felt her stomach lurch as she realized Maura had been gone for over two hours. She tried not to imagine what Dominique might be doing to her and hoped, no prayed, that the other woman wanted Jane more than she wanted to hurt Maura. Jane knew full well that Maura was taken to make sure that Jane was more compliant and she hated Dominique even more for it.
"Rizzoli." Doyle's sudden appearance surprised her. She hadn't heard him walk up and she whirled around to face him.
"Doyle." She let the word hang there, like a curse word and wasn't surprised when he smiled at her reaction. He wouldn't be smiling once she gave him the news.
"So, suddenly you need me, I thought I was...what's the phrase? Oh yeah, 'persona non grata'"
"You are, but I need you. No, Maura needs you."
His demeanor completely changed after hearing his daughter's name. "Maura? What's wrong with Maura?"
Jane explained what she knew and suspected, primarily though, concentrating on what happened leading up to Maura being taken, but still left some bits out. She needed to know how Doyle was going to react before he had the whole deal given to him.
"What are you doing telling me all this Rizzoli? You don't trust me and you don't work outside the law."
"Today I do." She wouldn't tell him every last thing, but he would have to hear some more of the background. He was at least listening to her, so she decided now was the time to get it all out, "Listen, you can check this out, I know - but it'll be quicker if I just come out with it all, not just the edited version. You heard of Dominique I assume? You didn't seem surprised by her name."
He nodded, "Yeah, bitch has come back and is already trying to push on my territory, had to give her a couple of warnings. Heard she got out because of someone's stupidity."
"More like someone's fucking inside job. Inside the BPD." Jane hated having to admit as much, but she needed to lay down these cards if she wanted to keep involved with Doyle. She couldn't risk him taking off on his own.
"Okay, that helps explain some, but why should I try and help you, and not just go get Maura?"
"Because what you don't seem to know is I brought Dominique down last time. Spent two years deep undercover; I know the bitch like no-one else. Not even father dearest. You wanna take her down, you've gotta have me do it with you."
"Perhaps. But - What do you care? Sure I know you and my daughter are close, but you're about to cross a very dirty line here Rizzoli. I have to ask myself, why?"
Jane took in a breath, knowing this question was one she might have to answer. She had no idea how her answer was going to be met. She could well be signing her own death sentence.
"The why? Because I love your daughter, and she loves me."
She watched as his head tilted ever so slightly to the side, processing the information, "You don't say? Well that's an interesting turn of events now isn't it?."
"I guess you could say that." Jane looked at her watch, "Jesus, we're wasting precious time here Doyle. You with me? Or am I on my own?"
"I'm in. If nothing else, I wanna try and make sure you don't cross that line too much. At least I can shoulder some of the dirtier work - and you can deny it then if you get out of this alive. You might well be heading for a suicide mission you know - but - you say my daughter loves you. If that's the case, I'm gonna try and keep you alive through this, even if you are a cop. Alive and as clean as I can."
"Gee, thanks." Jane's sarcasm was biting as she rolled her eyes for good measure.
Dominique walked around Maura, who was watching her, defiance in the hazel eyes. She had to admit, the Doctor had so far impressed her with her resilience. No real fear had been shown, just contempt. Dominique at least appreciated the honesty being shown.
"Now, I think it's time we gave Jane a little something, don't you?"
Dominique threw back her head and laughed at Maura's muffled reply, "Oh of course, you can't answer me because of that rag and tape across those rather delicious lips of yours."
Dominique stood back, as she lifted up her phone, "Oh how these have come along in the last few years. I can now do this... So, please smile." She pressed down, as the flash blinded Maura slightly.
Dominique crouched down, a hand coming out to push a strand of Maura's hair that had fallen across her face behind her ear. "De verdad que eres deliciosa*. I will enjoy taking what will be mine, but you will be a wonderful entree before the main course."
She ripped off the tape elicited a whimper from Maura's defiant lips. She glared at her. "Ella te va matar*" She whispered. Dominique's shock at her words must have shown because she took a step back.
"You speak Spanish."
"I do..."
"Well then, we have a lot to discuss before nuestra amor* gets here." Dominique smiled at the disgusted look on Maura's face. This was definitely going to be a lot of fun.
Jane was on the shoreline, waiting for one of Doyle's men to get back to her, when she felt the phone vibrate. She plucked it out of the holder, and seeing it wasn't from Frost, Korsak or Cavanaugh, whom she'd firmly ignored so far, she took a deep breath before opening the message.
She felt her legs go weak, even though she'd prepared herself for the likelihood of what she was going to find. It was as bad as she'd feared - Maura, on the floor, hogtied. Tipping her head back, Jane screamed into the air, hands shaking, as adrenaline coursed through her body. This was her worst nightmare come true. Taking another deep breath, Jane forced herself to look at the image objectively. She took some comfort in the fact that there were no apparent injuries to Maura.
Then again, she knew, Dominique didn't like women hurt before she took control of them. It seemed to take the fun out of it for her, and for that, Jane sent up a silent prayer. She took in any visual clues she could. Satisfied there was little more to see, she forwarded the message to Frost - telling him it would have likely been sent from a burn phone, but she made sure the number was also sent. He might get lucky and get a ping off a cell tower somewhere to give a possible location.
She then sent a separate message, copying it to Korsak - telling them she was sorry, but she had to do this alone, and not to bother trying to track her phone. Just as she was about to hit send, a thought struck her.
"Son of a bitch!" Jane exclaimed, as she amended the message.
'Frost, Korsak - I'm sure the leak is Ben. I gave the fucker my card in the foyer when we met. Sure, it could have been gotten by other means, but it just seems to much of a coincidence that I now get the message sent to that phone from Dominique. Check him out. He had the means, the contacts. I'm certain on this one.'
Once she finally hit send, and confirmation came back that the messages had been delivered, Jane turned the phone off, pulled the battery out, before throwing both pieces into the Charles river where it met Boston Harbor. She took a second before moving back into position to wait for Doyle's man. She pulled the burn phone she'd just purchased out of her pant's pocket - and checking it, bit back the frustration that there was no message from Rondo or Doyle.
"Rizzoli?"
Jane spun around, facing a man whose face matched the picture Doyle had already given her. She nodded, but made no move to close the gap between them.
I've got a possible location."
Jane suddenly found herself moving, "Where?"
"Using the intel you gave us, it looks like your hunch on her going back to her old stomping ground was spot on..." He turned and began to walk towards a car Jane now saw was parked close by, "It's not her old place, but close en..."
He didn't get any further, as he seemed to crumple in front of Jane, blood spraying out, covering her as she was a step behind him. She flinched, as her eyes then scanned the immediate area. Before she could get her bearings, she felt something hit her, and her body refused to cooperate as she fell to the ground, before her eyes locked onto the man who appeared in her line of vision.
"You!" She croaked out, as darkness enveloped her.
No screaming at us now…hehehe…next chapter is almost done, we'd love to hear your thoughts. BTW, the translation for the Spanish is below. FYI, the Spanish used is the more common use and hopefully the spelling is okay. It is by no means meant to be the proper Castillian.
*You really are delicious
*She is going to kill you
*Our love