A/N: I know, I know, don't shoot me…I'm sorry for the delay but life, love, work, etc…kind of all held me up…I'm on a schedule again so I hope to post regularly again…Thanks for being patient and for the reviews. This particular storyline is wrapping up in the next cpl of chapters so…

Panting, he turned the corner and looked around. Stupid cop had stood up just as he finally had a shot on Rizzoli. The alley he had run down looked like a dead end and he couldn't allow himself to get caught. He could hear the sirens and knew they had an idea of where he was. "Dammit!"

This was supposed to be easy. Cavanaugh's clerk had provided the information on where Rizzoli was going to be and at what time. It should have gone like clockwork, instead, he was on the run and his employer wasn't taking his call. He was on his own. Kicking open the door he found at the end of the alley, he let himself into a building that was being renovated three blocks from the precinct. With any luck, they would pass him by.

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Jane watched the ambulance drive away and shook her head unable to believe what had happened.

"Medics think he's going to be alright Jane." Korsak came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"I know Vince, anything from patrol?" She knew the shooter had been spotted and that patrol units had given chase.

"No, they lost him down an alley but they're going building by building. We'll find him Jane."

Slamming her cane on the sidewalk she turned on him, "Are you sure Vince? Can you promise me that?" Seeing the look on his face she apologized. "I'm sorry," she turned away from him and sat on a nearby chair.

Korsak looked at his protégé and was about to say something when he heard Joey calling them both.

"They lost sight two blocks away, white male, mid 30's, crew cut, wearing a black jacket and jeans."

"That could be anybody…what about…shit hold on…" Fumbling with her cell she scrambled to answer it. "Rizzoli…Yeah…what! Wait Rondo…" She looked at her phone for a moment before looking at the two men, "That was Rondo, our shooter is in the building under renovation, three blocks over."

"Are you kidding?" Joey was suspicious.

"No, Rondo has been…well hanging around at my request. He spotted him and followed." Getting up, she didn't bother to tell Joey that she had Rondo tailing him. Now didn't seem like the best time.

Korsak got off the radio, "patrol units are standing by waiting on us." With Cavanaugh out of commission and Grant on administrative leave, that left Korsak in charge. "Come on."

Jane followed and got into his car. With any luck they would catch this guy and finally get to the bottom of all this. She just wanted some peace, running a hand through her hair she thought about the consequences of catching this guy. She knew it would result in some unfavorable publicity for the Boston police but right now, she didn't give a damn.

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Rondo kept an eye on the door the guy had busted into. He couldn't believe it when he watched the guy fire on Rizzoli. He thought he was seeing things but when that LT went down he knew the shit had hit the fan, so he followed him, Rondo style. The guy was fast but he didn't know the area and when he ran down that alley, Rondo had pulled out his cell to call Rizzoli when the guy busted down the door of that building. Doing the only thing he knew to do, he watched and waited. He quickly placed himself where he would have a good view of the two exits that he knew were accessible and waited. Vanilla was on her way.

Wiping the blood from his leg Elvis Castillo searched for another way out of the building. He was screwed and he knew it. If he were caught, his employer would make sure he didn't survive to testitfy.

"Shit!" He was so sure that he had the shot; it was just dumb luck that Cavanaugh stood up just as he pulled the trigger. Shaking off a chill he just shook his head, Rizzoli had to be the luckiest mark he had ever come across. The guy he hired to go to Dr Isles house was dead thankfully, but then that's what you got when you didn't pay attention. The idiot was supposed to clear out if anyone other than Rizzoli or her doctor answered the door. Instead the idiot had started shooting. He should be happy he was dead or Castillo would have killed the idiot himself.

He rubbed at his leg where he cut it kicking the door in. He had nowhere to go, all he could hope was that the police didn't find him holed up in here. He had been able to avoid the officers that were hunting for him so all he could do now was wait. If they came in force he was done, but the spot he had positioned himself in guaranteed that he would take a few with him. He sat straight up as he heard the sirens in the distance. Pulling out his phone again, he tried his employer.

"The number you have reached is no longer in service or has been…."

"Fuck!" Throwing the phone at the opposite wall he ground his teeth. He was being hung out to dry, fuckers. Tapping his leg with the muzzle of his silencer he wondered if maybe he shouldn't turn himself in. Rizzoli would make sure he survived to testify, but if he ratted he would have a target on his back anyway. Damned if he did, damned if he didn't. Leaning his head back against the wall he pulled out a locket he kept around his neck. His daughter's face looked back at him. Six years old and full of fire. He wondered if he would get to see her grow up.

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"Yo! Vanilla! Over here…" Rondo waved down Korsak's car from his spot near the dumpster.

"There Korsak." Jane pointed out Rondo and waited for Korsak to pull the car over.

"Where is he Rondo?" Jane was wasting no time, the sooner they got to this guy the better, then maybe they would finally have some answers.

"Slow your roll Vanilla, Rondo's got it covered." Rolling her eyes she waited for him to continue, as he looked Joey up and down before turning his attention back to her. "He kicked in the door down the alley, there's only one other way out and he hasn't used it so he's still in there."

"Do you know where, shit it's a big building." Joey's sarcasm was lost on him as he focused on Jane.

"Vanilla there's only a couple of floors he can go up, the rest is being renovated you know?" Seeing the confusion on her face he smiled, "No stairs or access, he can only go so far." Smiling he waited for her response.

"Is there anything you don't know?" Jane chuckled as she realized how much easier he had made it for them.

"Oh… I can think of a couple things, but I lets my 'magination take care of that." Smiling broadly at his favorite detective he looked up her up and down and whistled, "mmm…mmm…mmm"

"Lord…" turning to the others, "Korsak how much time before SWAT gets here."

"A couple of minutes, why?"

"I want to go in," she said quietly.

"Absolutely not!" Joey's indignance at her suggestion made her grip the handle of her cane even tighter but she stuck to her guns.

"Let her go." The quiet familiar voice made them all turn. Paddy Doyle stood silhouetted by the building, "The only way to get to the sourse is to find out who hired him. I told you that. Rizzoli has gotten away a couple times already. Let her go. This guy is done either way." Looking at Korsak he waited for the other man to nod.

"Doyle's right Grant, we go in with her. She has to go. Maybe we can finally get some answers before someone else gets hurt." Korsak looked pensive, "Jane you don't have…"

"My gun?" With a sigh she shifted her vest to show him she did indeed have her weapon. "I know I'm technically not supposed to but after what happened this morning…" glancing at Doyle she saw his face darken at the reminder of Maura's injury.

"No objection from me. But if we're going, we have to go in now." Korsak pulled out the radio and called it in so SWAT would hang back to give them time to flush this guy out.

"After you." Jane for once was not about to ignore the fact that she wasn't one hundred percent. She had every intention of going to the hospital to see Maura in a little while. According to her mom's last text she was still in surgery. Ignoring the pain in her leg she followed Joey in.

The building was quiet, too quiet and by the time they had cleared the first floor Korsak had argued with the SWAT commander twice.

"All these guys want is a chance to fire their damned weapons. They don't even care that we may be able to resolve this. With Cavanaugh out they're deferring to me, but Jane I don't know how long that's gonna last" Korsak knew that it was quite possible they would call someone else in to handle this, his other concern was voiced by Joey.

"What if whoever is behind this calls in the troopers anyway, you know, get rid of loose ends"

"Fuck…Come on, according to Rondo we have two more floors he has access to and you're right, we don't know who's dirty so…" Jane stepped out carefully into the stairwell and pointed her weapon up the stairs before moving forward stiffly.

"Me first Jane, Dr Isles will kill us if anything happens to you." With a smile, Joey moved ahead of her and took point.

Stepping off the second floor landing, Joey looked down the only accessible hallway, "this way…shit!" feeling the wetness on his face he knew he had been knicked. "Silencer!"

Backing up he was startled when the shooter called for Jane.

"Detective Rizzoli…we need to talk…" Looking at Korsak, who nodded, she answered.

"What do we have to talk about?" she said angrily, "How you blew up my brother and partner? How your flunky hurt my fiancée and then got himself killed? Or no wait, how about how you just took a potshot at me and shot another police officer?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she held her gun tightly in both hands, her cane tucked into her belt.

"Detective…I'm the key to solving your problems right now, but I need your help." The seriousness in his voice made her look at Korsak and shrug her shoulders.

"Why would I help you?" she called out.

"My boss, the person who hired me. You want…no need to know who it is and I need to stay alive long enough to say goodbye to my little girl." The sadness in his voice made Jane believe him. "I'll talk to you, but only you, unarmed Detective…"

"No Jane!" Joey turned her roughly to face him, forgetting her leg.

Jane's grimace made him bite his lip. "Goddamit Joey…what the hell"

"You're not going out there."

"Do we have another option?"

"Yes, call in SWAT, Vince" Joey was firm, he did not want Jane going in there alone, it was crazy.

"No! No," she said more quietly, "Joey this is our chance…and I'm taking it, end of discussion." Passing her gun to Korsak she pulled her cane out of her belt, grateful for the comfort it gave her.

"Korsak this is crazy, you know that" exasperated Joey tried to convince Korsak that Jane was making a mistake.

"Do we really have a choice? Korsak hated this whole situation but Jane was right, before someone else got caught in the crossfire they had to do what they could. "I'll hold back the assault team as long as I can Jane, make it quick okay?"

With a nod Jane took a deep breath, "I'm coming out, unarmed…don't shoot." Her hands were shaking, truth be told she was scared to death, but he didn't leave her much of a choice, plus he was right. No way whoever had started all this was going to let him testify, if they even knew she was talking to him…

Jane turned the corner and scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the dimmer lighting. She saw him when he moved in the far corner.

"I'm not going to shoot you, I had my chance and blew it. The way I figure it, you're the only one that can get me out of here alive right now." He stood up to address her, impressed with her fearlessness coming out to meet him. He could hear the men she was with arguing behind her and smiled. This was a woman he could respect, shame they were on opposite sides.

"What do you need to say to me?" Jane wanted to ask him outright who hired him but she knew she needed to take it slow.

"Detective you are dangerous, you have no idea how much. Your reputation precedes you and my employer fears you, that's why I was tasked to take out not just you, but the others as well. They wanted you to hurt before I killed you. They want you to suffer and they won't stop…." He cocked his head as he heard the sirens outside. Time was short.

"I'm not going to be able to testify you know,it can't be allowed," at her nod he continued, "I need you to do me a favor Detective," passing over his daughter's photo and a peace of paper, "I just need you to make sure my daughter is safe, when this is over, she's only six…" with a deep breath he continued, "she's with my parents, the address is on the back…I screwed up and if they don't get me they will go after her, hell they may just anyway…" he looked at the woman who just a short time ago was his target, "promise me…"

"I can't…fine" the look on her face was one of pure fear, for his child, "but we will get you out of here and you will testify." She turned when she heard Korsak yell.

"Jane they're coming in, they won't wait anymore, sorry, I'm not calling the shots anymore"

Jane turned to back to him, "What's your name?"

"Castillo, Elvis Castillo"

"Well Mr. Castillo it looks like our time is up." Jane looked pointedly at his gun.

He raised his gun and stopped when he heard an unfamiliar voice.

"Drop it!"

Grabbing Jane he pulled her back into the corner with him, "they're going to kill me detective" whispering in her ear he cursed as he realized his time was up. Speaking quietly he felt her stiffen as he told her who hired him.

Jane couldn't believe it. It wasn't possible. She heard Korsak and Joey yelling at the SWAT personnel and turned to face Castillo.

"Are you sure?"

"Detective I…" the bullet that slammed into her pushed her into him seconds before two more took his life. Falling together Jane lay atop him struggling to move.

"What the fuck?" she choked out. She tried to push off of him and felt hands help her.

"Jane!" Korsak helped her roll over.

"Sh…it…what the hell happened Vince?" It hurt to take a breath and her back was on fire, pain radiated across her shoulders.

"They wouldn't wait Jane, said they had orders. They detained Joey for decking the guy who fired at you."

Gritting her teeth she struggled to stand, waving off the assistance of a member of the assault team. "Let me go…" she ground out; Maura was going to kill her. She could only imagine the bruise she was going to have.

"Help me out of this vest will you?" Jane struggled with the Velcro, hissing at the pain her movement caused and concerned with her shortness of breath. Pounding on the stairs resulted in paramedics entering the room, splitting up to attend to both patients.

"Detective…sit down please, let me check you out." The paramedic forced her to sit back down as he pulled up the back of her shirt.

"I'm fine dammit, Korsak is he still alive?"

Korsak looked over at their shooter and saw the sightless stare. The paramedic was checking his vitals and shaking his head as he tried to find life in his patient.

"I don't think so Jane." Turning back to her he saw her wince as the paramedic probed the bruised area of her back. "Thank god you are…"

"No thanks to these jokers."

"Hey relax Rizzoli, he had you at gunpoint we did what we had to." The SWAT team leader came over at her words.

"Bullshit!" She stood up carefully, "you almost got me killed, hell one of your guys shot me!"

Waving a hand at her he walked away, "we knew you were wearing a vest Rizzoli, calculated risk." His cocky response made her grab at the cane that Korsak had in his hand.

"No Jane!" Restraining her he tried to lead her away.

"Detective, you need to get an x-ray, you may have fractured a rib." The medic tried to reach for her and was shocked when she slapped his hand away.

"Korsak we need to go, now."

"Where?" Concerned he wondered if she had banged her head when she fell.

"The hospital…no not for me, I want to check on Maura and we need to speak to our friend," she said the last quietly.

"Oh…OH, yeah, come on Rizzoli, hospital it is and we'll get you checked out while we're there."

"You realize IA is going to be all over this right?" Jane winced with each step but at least she was walking. In her hand was the paper and photo that Castillo had given her. This would all be over very soon.

So…I would love to know what you all thought or are thinking…your humble bard, Honorcpt.