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Jane exited the observation room and positioned herself outside the interrogation room. She glanced upwards and silently cursed herself. The things I do to get the bad guy. She bent down, taking her phone out of its holster and as she heard the door handle move she paused, ass up. She hated herself in that moment. It was something she had always prided herself on, she was a detective. Not a female detective, just a cop, just the same as the guys. But sometimes needs must. If she wanted to catch this sick bastard, she needed to use her female wiles.

So many thoughts were racing around Thomas' mind. Thoughts of his son, the troubled boy who rebelled and lashed out from a young age. The anger and violence that were revealed in his teenage years. After the death of his wife it was all too easy for Thomas to step away from his son. All he did was upset him, cause problems, physically take it out on his father. With a vast fortune and an empire he could rule and absorb himself into he concentrated on what he knew how to do. He didn't know how to handle Devin, so he didn't. The guilt surrounding his son's upbringing, his rocky behaviour and tempestuousness made him make allowances. A lot of allowances. Devin could get away with murder...he swallowed thickly at that thought. One thing ruled over any guilt however, and that was pride. If Devin needed help, and he did, Thomas would sort it. He would not leave him to the cops, he would not let his son be humiliated. It was time to save their reputation.

It felt like she had been bent over for years until she heard that door close and the disgusting growl that came out of the older man's mouth. Her whole body shuddered in recoil and she closed her eyes. Two images flashed in front of her. Maura. Her rock, never had she met anyone who grounded her quite she did. No matter what they had gone through, they had come out of it because of one another. She had never felt so lost as she did when they fell out. It very nearly destroyed her, Hoyt, Marino, none of the people she had faced had affected her quite like not speaking to Maura did. The second image she saw was of Jennifer. A young girl, a girl with a passion, who was training to take care of living creatures, a girl who spent every moment of her life caring for those who had no voice themselves. A girl who needed justice. Jane wasn't about to let money and influence roll her case over.

The brunette detective was bent over with her perfect ass high in the air. Thomas groaned appreciatively and she turned to face him, blushing. Time to get little miss detective off our backs. It was a shame because she really was a pretty little thing, but he wasn't about to let her get the better of him nor his son. "Well detective my son informs me this is all a big mistake, I'll get our lawyer to speed things along. I was wondering, if you can leave this in the hands of your colleague, whether you would like to take me up on the offer of coming for a ride perhaps?"

She made a big show of pretending to think about it "Oh um I'm not sure...my superior wouldn't like it too much..." He stepped in so close she nearly gagged on his ridiculous cologne.

He placed a hand on her lovely slender shoulder and squeezed "Oh now, I'm sure something can be arranged...I'm a very influential man..." He leaned close to her ear and whispered the last part.

Do women really fall for this? I mean come on! I'd rather have Giovanni lick my face! She accidentally laughed out loud at that thought, Poor Maura.

Thomas frowned at her outburst of laughter and she flushed a deep red colour, he shrugged it off as nervousness and held his arm out. Smiling as she linked her arm through his he led her away.

Frost entered the interrogation room and Devin quickly snapped on his mask of indifference.

"Where's my lawyer?"

"On his way, why you got something you wanna say?"

"No."

"That's a real shame, you could help yourself out if you tell us what happened."

"Nothing happened."

"That right? You know my uncle had that kinda problem, it's pretty normal...well for old guys anyway, can't say I've ever had-"

"Shut up!"

Frost held back a smile as Devin's face grew a shade darker. Whaddya know Rizzoli was right, daddy really did rattle someone's cage. "Hey man no offence! It's totally normal man, biology's a bitch! Mind you if you're anything like your old man" Frost whistled "Boy you got nothing to worry about! That guy has got style!"

Devin's fury was building, he was furiously tapping his foot, grinding his teeth and gripping the table with all his might. It took all his willpower not to throw it at that smug little irritating cop. "Yeah well it runs in the family." He tried to throw out his best confident smug grin.

"Really? Seems to me like if you were like your father, you wouldn't need to drug or tie up your girls..."

"He's not-" Devin stopped himself quickly "I didn't do that. I already told you. Now where's my lawyer?"

"On his way I told you. Hey man it's totally normal to be pissed at your dad! My dad? He swoops in like he owns everything and tries to take over all the time! I know how you feel bro."

Devin snarled "I am not your 'bro', you are nothing like me. Unlike your father, my father actually does own everything, and soon it will all be mine. So nothing about us is similar."

Frost sat opposite him and rocked the chair back onto two legs "I hear you. Your life must be anything but normal man!"

Devin's face twitched involuntarily at the word. "What?"

"Well when I meet people they just see the badge. I guess when they meet you they see the money...or your dad. That can't be normal, you know? People assuming they know you coz they know your father? You ain't the same person, you're just an average normal human being."

"I'm not normal..." Devin's eyes grew wide as he realised how that sounded "I-I mean, I'm not normal, I'm not a regular everyday person. I am a Philips. We are not normal we are the elite."

Frost held his hands up in mock surrender "I get you. Sorry man. I guess I don't know what's what."

Devin settled down and began to look in control again.

Frost saw his opening "Hell you're right. You're anything but normal."

Devin's eyes snapped to his, they were black with fury, he snarled "What?"

Frost sat the chair down and leaned in closer over the table until he was almost nose to nose with the other man, he spoke every word slowly and purposefully "You're not normal."