A/N apologies on the delays with this. Life has been busy, and fluff has not been something I've been in the mood to write of late. But I just was kidnapped, removed from drugs and dragged to the frozen tundra and decided to spend what time I wasn't sleeping in the car writing this on the phone. There is a thanksgiving chapter that I promise will be up either before the end of the holiday, or at the very latest, flying back home to Jersey first thing Friday morning.

"Hey, what d'ya got?" By the time she walked into the precinct she was all business, focused entirely on the case. So far all they had were four dead bodies and a collection of suspicious shipments. Hopefully Frost had something more.

"There's still nothing from what she was working on, but she did back up her phone address book to her computer. Look at this." She watched as Frost pulled out a handful of numbers.

"That's Davison's number." She pointed out the one labled as Matlock.

"And that's Cafferty's" Cooper pointed out the one next to the name Johnny Rotten.

"Which leaves Malcolm, Steve, Paul, Sid and Nancy. Great." She frowned as she looked at the numbers in question, trying to piece things together. "With the last story she wrote, did the names match up with the band members?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, Johnny Rotten was the front man - Cafferty was the one talking up a big game. Malcolm McLaren was the manager - maybe he's the one behind all this."

"I didn't know you knew punk music, Rizzoli." She shrugged.

"Its not like they're some obscure band that no one's ever heard of. Besides, there's a Gary Oldman movie all about them too." She looked over at Frost who was busy trying to match numbers to names. "Somethings up here though." She looked at the planner they had found in Mecham's apartment "The days that she's meeting them on - Lewis and Davison both got killed after she met someone. But she hadn't met them. The same two guys at every crime scene - you think they're in that mix?" She looked at the giant whiteboard with all their leads up there. "And Cafferty and Meacham were beaten before they were killed, but Lewis and Davison weren't. Lewis was sedatated though-"

"Which means whoever killed Lewis and Davison knew what they knew already. There wasn't any information to get out of them."

"Uh guys? You're not going to like this - the phone that's in here as Malcolm? Its registered to an Ira Levitt."

"Like as in the L in KLW?"

"Like as in the L in KLW."

"No wonder the KLW lawyers keep stonewalling us. So what, you think this is some big drug smuggling thing?" She nodded at Korsak. "So how do the others fit in here? You've got two guys who have been doing all the dirty work for KLW, and who killed our four vics. We've got almost as many questions here as we have answers. Like how does Borjokewicz fit into this? He was a good cop, I can't think of anything that'd make him go dirty."

"It could've just been a one time thing. Switch your shift, take a payout, no ones the wiser."

"Why would he run then? He could just say he didn't know anything." She folded her arms in front of her as she stared at the whiteboard with all of their leads listed on it as though something would jump out at her. "Something tells me whoever's playing Nancy is the key to all this."

"Phone's a burner. Only calls were to Ira Levitt, Ken Powers - the head of Wooten Telecom - and Meacham. And one odd one to St. Hedwig's school." She stared at the call stats.

"Right when school is letting out, too." She watched Korsak blanch slightly.

"Phil and Nadine have a little girl that goes there. And I'm pretty sure Nadine worked for Wooten Telecom too." She frowned, not liking that there was yet another link provving a cop was dirty. After all, there was dirty, like taking the occasional fifty to let someone skate on a ticket, and then there was dirty. And Borjokewicz was starting to stink more and more like Marino the more they probed. She almost thought Korsak was just trying to change the subject and escape the conversation about someone he thought he knew being dirty when he pointed out her mother. And kid.

"What the-" she was scowling as she looked up to find Angela was, in fact, standing in the lobby of the precinct, looking enitrly too comfortable around her boss for her liking. And holding entirely too much of her child for her liking. Striding over perhaps a little more brusquely than was called for, she simply fixed her mother with a Look. The sort of look that required capitilasation. Unfortunately, her mother seemed to be immune to her Look and simply handed Kit off without so much as a hello. "Ma, c'mon, what are you doing here?"

She definitely did not like the fact that she could see Frost and Korsak coming up behind her, trailed slightly by Cooper. "Hey Rizzoli, you've had this kid for what, six months now and never introduced him to his uncles Frost and Korsak?"

"I've been trying to avoid scarring him for life."

"Very funny." She handed Kit off to Frosts' outstretched hands, feeling that pang of something she was starting to realize was a maternal instinct taking hold as she watched a set of almost-too-large for a tiny face brown eyes search for hers after being deposited into this unfamiliar man's arms. It would have almost been sweet had it not been occurring at work. "See, he knows that I am totally awesome."

"Either that or he's too terrified to react."

"That'd be if he was in your hands old man." She watched Frost and Korsak banter like a bunch of old hens as they looked at the kid. She took the moment to listen to her mother's apology and explination, finding another reason to hate Crowe. So there were more detectives than just them, and far fewer MEs than homicides, but it didn't mean that she liked the current game of hot potato involving her son. From Maura to her mother and now - well, she couldn't just have the kid hanging around either the cafe or the homicide bullpen.

Cavanaugh, luckily seemed to catch on to her plight looking amusedly over at Korsak and Frost himself. "Hear you caught a break."

"Not a good one, but yeah."

"Anything that requires you to be here to work it?" She shrugged. There was just as much putting the pieces together she could do at home as she could here, but at least here she had three other sounding boards. "Go home, and take that thing with you before these two knuckleheads go soft on me." She could see the lieutenant trying hard to fight off a smile as he looked between her and where Frost and Korsak were huddled around Kit. She gave a mock salute finding two different sides of herself warring. One was the part of her that was glad to get to go home and spend time with her son, a side that still felt new, foreign, wrong: and the other side of her that was telling her to keep working until they had something. It felt almost wrong to give in to side A, but she didn't have much choice. It was a battle of everything she had poured her life into and everything her life had become over the last few months.

But when Frost handed Kit back to her she felt something shift and give way. Her life was something more than just the job now. She had so much more to care about than just catching the bad guys. She had Maura and their son. And somehow, as foreign as the feeling of putting her family first was, she didn't want to fight it. It went against everything she had built her life up to be, but she found herself thinking maybe she'd spent the last thirty six years buiding up the wrong parts of her life. This, the whole family thing, it was new, it was different, and while she wasn't exactly the poster child of handling change well now that she'd gotten used to it, she definitely was starting to like it. And she was definitely done with fighting it.