Authors note: general disclaimer, I don't own rizzoli & isles or any characters involved etc. any comments/feedback/criticism will be welcomed as its my first fanfic x

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To those wanting me to finish the case and move on trust me that's all I want too but I'm not prepared to rush it and make it trivial, i try not to write anything that goes against the characters I have written, the Philips family aren't gonna make it easy for Jane to solve it so I'm not gonna just spring a confession from nowhere, hope u understand, it will done over with soon tho xx

Maura sat on the edge of her bed in a fluffy towel looking at her phone fondly. Jane had said an abrupt goodbye, something about Frost having something, she hoped that it meant a quick end to the case, not purely for selfish reasons, though she couldn't deny having some selfish reasons, but she also didn't want another tough case to take it out of Jane.

Jane followed Frost and saw in the distance an angry older version of Devin, giving hell to the patrol officer with him. Jane swooped in saving the officer and looked pointedly at the gentleman. "There a problem here?"

Thomas Philips looked at the brunette with distain. "I highly doubt you can help but perhaps you can find this Detective Rizzoli who thinks he can keep my son in here like some common criminal." He turned his nose up at her and stepped away.

As he stepped away, like he was too good to be in her space, Jane felt something snap inside her, the red haze started to descend and she opened her mouth to retort when her phone buzzed, interrupting her train of thought. She opened the message quickly and as soon as it had descended the rage dissipated.

'Go get your man detective then come home and get your woman - doctor's orders xMx'

Jane couldn't help but smile widely, her smile was soon replaced by a grimace when Mr Philips cleared his throat. She met his annoyed gaze and gritted her teeth, yelling and screaming wasn't going to get her anywhere with this jerk.

She batted her eyelashes and decided to play dumb. "Your son?" She heard Frost disguise a laugh with a cough and had to concentrate not to laugh herself.

He eyed her suspiciously before smiling smugly and holding out his hand "Thomas Philips."

She did her best little girl impression as she shook his hand. Let's see if like father like son applies here. "Oh wow...THE Thomas Philips?" By the egotistical smirk on his face, it was definitely true. "You know ever since I was a little girl I always wanted my own horse, to learn how to ride."

His chest physically puffed out and the detective had to hold back a giggle "Well perhaps once this mess is cleared up you would like to visit, I'm sure I could teach you a thing or two Ms...?"

"Rizzoli...Detective Rizzoli." Haha! Take that you smug prick!

All credit to him, despite the shock which was apparent on his face, his years of socialising with the upper classes had taught him how to fall gracefully. He simply bowed his head slightly and came back to meet her gaze with a smile. "My sincerest apologies, Detective. I do hope my earlier mistake has not offended you."

Wow this guy is some piece of work. Jane could practically see the oil dripping out of him, but she maintained the polite smile and shook her head. "Not at all Mr Philips, in a male dominated profession it does happen."

"Please, call me Thomas." He smiled as his gaze lowered. "I must say it isn't an unpleasant surprise, I imagine you are rather impressive at work."

Jane shuddered inwardly. So much like his son, now I know where Devin gets his snake-like charm. She fluttered her eyelashes and averted her gaze coyly. "I wouldn't say that."

His smile lit up as the little woman bowed before his awesomeness "So...detective. My son?"

"Oh yes of course, we are inquiring about the unfortunate death of a young woman, we have reason to believe your son knew her." She began fiddling with her hair, noting his gaze following her every move.

"I presume my son has told you he doesn't know this girl?"

"Actually he hasn't said anything other than he wants his lawyer."

His gaze snapped back to her eyes, he was not happy with that information. "Really? Well I'm sure we can clear this up without involving lawyers. I presume I can see him?"

Jane pretended to think it over "Well...it's not standard procedure to let anyone but his legal counsel into interrogation..."

He placed a condescending hand on her shoulder "Well as a detective I'm sure you could clear it...I'd be ever so grateful."

She wanted nothing more than to punch him in the mouth right now but instead she smiled sweetly and turned to Frost who was positively red from trying to hold in his laughter "Would you escort Mr Philips in to see his son?"

"But Ja-"

She shot him a look that clearly said 'I'll explain later' and he gestured to Thomas and led him to interrogation. Jane and Frost made a big deal of turning off the video and sound recorders and cleared everyone out. Once they had vacated the room Jane snuck into the observation room. Let's see what Daddy has to say.

Thomas waited for the door to be closed and sat down next his son. Whilst his facial expressions were calm and unrevealing, his body language showed his was furious with his son. "Devin. It seems there has been some sort of confusion here." He leaned in closely to whisper in his son's ear "What the hell have you done now?"

Jane smiled widely. Oh Mr Philips. You really think I can't hear you if you whisper? You clearly aren't familiar with the work of Barry Frost, technological whiz kid extraordinaire. Whilst turning off all the standard equipment, Frost had taken Jane's hidden mic from the sting earlier, placed it under the table and given Jane the ear piece.

Devin smiled at his father confidently "Chill out dad, they have nothing on me."

Thomas' face grew dark "I didn't ask you that."

Devin's gaze flickered around the room nervously "I didn't do anything!"

Thomas' gaze fell on the photograph of Jennifer Jane had conveniently forgotten to take with her. He held it up accusingly "So this isn't the result of one of your sick games?" Devin blushed and avoided his father's gaze. "How stupid can you be! I'll deal with this but this has to stop! This isn't normal!"

Devin snapped "Normal! Normal? Is that what I'm supposed to be? Normal! Because you're so goddamn perfect!"

Thomas glared at his son and grabbed him viciously by the collar "Well at least I'm a real man. I don't need some sick fantasy to get mine working!" Devin looked like a little boy about to cry. "Now I'll deal with that pretty little detective, and you...you keep your mouth shut."

Jane scowled at him through the two way mirror. She turned to Frost "You stay here, keep on at Devin, now his dad's got to him he'll be easier to crack, overuse the term 'normal'."

"Where the hell you going?" Frost frowned.

Jane swallowed thickly "I'm going on a date with daddy! Stall him from cleaning up after his son. You call me when you get that confession and warrant and I'll get the evidence."

"Ok...you be careful, apples don't fall far from the tree."

Jane smiled "Who me? I'm always careful!"