Warning: This chapter contains sexual assault/language, violence, and homophobic language

After a brief reprieve Jane once again found herself surrounded by comments and snide remarks. She walked down the corridor of the police department with several pairs of eyes following her. Inside the Major Case Division room, two uniformed officers sniggered as she joined them along the back wall.

"Finally!" Robin said, grabbing her by the elbow and pulling her away from their fellow officers. Jane glanced over her shoulder and rolled her eyes at their continued laughter. "Detective Bristol is going postal."

"Why? What's happened?"

"No idea just wanted to warn you. He's already made two racist remarks and tried to feel me up once. You'll probably be next."

"Thanks for the heads up," Jane said, stepping to her side and facing the front as Detective Bristol stood beside Lieutenant Howard, who commanded the attention of the room.

He smiled briefly, baring his teeth before his expression shattered. He cleared his throat. "As you all know we had some leads; Benito De Meo and Alfredo Buckley were the best shot that this department has had in years to make real ground on the Patrick Doyle case." His mostly calm demeanour dissipated, replaced by a tight jaw and a fist he smashed down onto the table beside him. "Somehow our fucking case has been completely destroyed. Benito and Alfredo have vanished! The only way – the only fucking way – that could have happened is if somebody leaked our plans. Somebody that might very well be in this room."

Jane shifted position placing her hands behind her back, clasping her fingers together. She stood a little taller, her shoulders back, like they'd taught her at the academy. She glanced around the room at the various faces, all staring at Lieutenant Howard with open mouths, wide eyes or others notes of surprise.

"The daughter, Maura Doyle, has disappeared from the grid. Since her arrest we've struggled to tail her. Any sighting goes wrong, any time we get close something happens. These situations are not a coincidence. We have a mole in our department, and I will not fucking rest until I figure out who is ruining our chance of success. But you mark my words, it will be the end of your fucking career. Each and every one of you will get back to fucking work and bring me something useful! I want the team back out there tracking Maura Doyle, I don't care what things get in your way, you get out there and you .happen." He waved his hand in front of him. "Dismissed."

The room erupted into conversation. Lieutenant Howard disappeared into his office at the far end, leaving detectives and officers alike to speculate over who the mole was.

"You alright?" Robin asked, narrowing her eyes at Jane.

She forged a smile and nodded. "We should go…"

"Where to? Bristol hasn't given us our task yet." She rolled her eyes in his direction. "I imagine we'll be sweeping floors or getting coffee again."

"Don't give him ideas," Jane muttered, elbowing Robin. She glanced up as Detective Bristol appeared in front of them. "Good Morning Detective Bristol."

"Good Morning, Detective Rizzoli," he said, winking at Robin. "Change your mind about the women?"

"Ex, excuse me, Sir?"

"You gonna give men another shot?"

She cleared her throat. "No, Sir."

"Pity." He glanced down her body and back up again, his eyes lingering a moment too long over her chest. "Need you both to go downstairs and pick up some sandwiches for lunch."

"Lunch isn't for another couple of hours," Robin said.

He shrugged. "Unless you've got any magical leads that could give us the result that Howard is looking for, make yourselves useful and get some coffees too. Don't forget the cream and sugar."

Jane clenched her fists at her side as Detective Bristol moved to the two male officers beside them and handed them assignments. She tried to calm herself down but knowing that they were going to be doing 'real' police work left her feeling far more furious than usual.

"I need some air," Jane muttered, abandoning Robin as she pushed her way out of the room and into the corridor. She took the stairs two at a time and rushed into the courtyard at the back of Boston Police Department.

The courtyard was empty of the usual smokers. She perched on the edge of a bench and focused on each slow and steady breath. She filled her lungs, allowing her chest to rise until her lungs was full. She held her breath momentarily then breathed out slowly. She took her cell from her pocket, dialled Paddy's number and placed the phone to her ear.

"Morning, it's Jane. I don't have a lot of time but I need you to know that they're still trying to trail Maura. Howard's pissed that he can't get Benny or Alfie, so he's going to be working harder to get Maura."

She listened to Paddy's instructions. A slight breeze tickled her face. The longer she sat out there on her own, the calmer she became. But the impending doom that her secret would be discovered made it impossible to settle completely.

"I don't know. I can't do that without arousing suspicion. Look, it's not a good time to be snooping around." She stood up and walked around the courtyard. "I don't care if you want me to do it." She closed her eyes. A headache formed at the side of her head. "I know. I fucking know. But none of that makes it easier, I can't find out what they're doing. I'm not on the team trailing Maura."

"Maura Doyle?"

Jane spun around so fast she almost lost her balance, dropping her cell onto the floor. "Danny."

"What's going on?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

She fell to her knees and ended the call, stuffing her cell back into the pocket of her slacks. "Nothing. Personal call."

"Personal call?" he scoffed. "I've heard the rumours. We have a snitch. Somebody who has ruined the Doyle case."

She shrugged. "I heard. No idea what's going on."

He shook his head. "Don't lie to me, Janie," he said, trailing a finger down her cheek. She balked at his touch. "Maura's the name of your girl. She's also the name of Patrick Doyle's daughter."

"So?"

"Doesn't take a genius to figure out…"

"There's more than one person called Maura," Jane said, gritting her teeth. She forced a breath into her lungs, which took far longer than she expected. "Coincidence." She pushed him aside and walked back through the door and into the police department.

"Bullshit," he said, following close behind.

"Leave me the fuck alone." She spun round and stared into his eyes. "Don't fucking bother me."

"Bother you?" He tossed his head back and laughed. "I think Lieutenant Howard will be more than thrilled to hear what I have to say."

"You wouldn't."

He shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not."

"Don't be a dick. Or do you want me to spread your lack of sexual ability around the whole fucking station?"

The pulse in his forehead throbbed. His cheeks reddened. "You're a fucked up little gayboy."

"At least I'm not terrible at sex," she shouted and marched away.

X

"Can you come over?" Jane asked, cradling her cell between her ear and shoulder as she dumped a pile of garlic into a pan. "I really need to see you."

"I can't stay over; I have an early class and I have some reading to do before bed, but I could come over for a couple of hours."

She stirred the garlic around a couple of times and switched ears. "Dinner?"

"Sure."

"I'm gonna make you my Mom's famous spaghetti," Jane said, grinning into the phone. "It won't be anywhere near as good, but since you won't be tasting hers any time soon…"

Maura sighed. "Have you still not called her back?"

"I have nothing to say to her."

"I know what she did hurt you…"

She cut her off. "I don't wanna talk about this over the phone. Dinner will be ready in an hour."

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes give or take, depending on traffic."

A loud banging on the door pulled Jane's attention from her cooking and phone call. She turned down the stove, said her goodbyes to Maura and headed for the door. Before she could check to see who was there, another loud bang followed. She peered through the eye hole and rolled her eyes.

"What do you want, Danny?" she asked, tugging open the door. The second the door opened, he barrelled his way past her and into the apartment. She sighed. "I didn't say you could come inside."

"We gotta talk," he said, folding his arms. "You need to level with me."

"Level with you?" She shrugged. "About what?"

"Maura Doyle."

"Not this again." She pushed the door closed and headed back into the kitchen to stir the garlic, then she added a can of tomatoes and left it on a low heat. She returned to the living room; her arms folded across her chest. "I'm busy. If you still want to talk about this tomorrow at work, then we can do."

"No. You're gonna tell me what you know."

"Why should I? I know nothing useful."

"I know that's not true, and I told Howard that this afternoon. Expect to have to speak to him soon."

An overwhelming sense of panic filled her up, leaving her breathless. She cleared her throat and forced as much confidence into her voice as possible. "I don't fucking care. I have done nothing."

"Doesn't matter if you have or not," Danny said, stepping forward. "Maybe all that needs to happen is enough doubt crosses their minds that they don't trust you to do your job anymore."

"You're fucked up, Daniel." Jane gritted her teeth and glared at him. "You're a child. You act like I'm yours because we slept together a few times. I don't owe you anything."

"Maybe not." He shrugged. "But I told you you would regret what you did to me. I fucking told you. You can't fuck me around and get away with it, you can't humiliate me and expect everyone to sit by and let it happen. I hate you for what you did to me."

"Nothing you didn't deserve," Jane said, turning around. The fear she'd felt previously dissipated. She felt a sense of freedom, like he couldn't hurt her anymore. She watched steam rise from the pan on the stove. "You're a fucking toddler who can't cope with someone telling you they don't want to be your friend anymore. Grow the fuck up, or you'll never meet anyone willing to put up with your inability to pleasure a woman in bed."

An arm wrapped around her neck, forcing breath from her throat. Jane tossed her arms out at both sides and pulled on the sleeve of his shirt. His breath was hot against her cheek. Her heart raced. She took a painful breath in then elbowed him with every last ounce of strength she could muster.

"You're a monster," she shouted, twisting round to look him in the eye. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nobody gets to treat me like dirt." He lunged forward, pushing her back against the kitchen counter. The edge collided with her back, and a shooting pain spread through her body. He leaned forward, breathing heavily against her mouth. She could smell alcohol on his breath. She opened her mouth to speak but the stools on either side of her were trapping her in place and she couldn't catch her breath. "You're scared."

"No." She knew her voice betrayed her, could see it in his eyes that he knew he was succeeding. He wrapped his arms around her, forcing his lips on hers. She struggled against him, pressing hard against his shoulders to push him away. "Get the fuck off me."

"I told you you'd regret it," he said, standing so close she could feel his body responding to her proximity. Bile lingered in the back of her throat. She tried to breath, but sheer terror held her attention. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, whilst holding her in place. "You're fucking disgusting, Jane. All you need is to remember what it's like to have a good fucking, a proper fucking. That'll get her out of your fucking head."

She forced herself to breath through the fear, but he gripped her hair and tugged it backwards with such force she couldn't help but scream out. Danny pushed his jeans down his thighs. A knock on the door pulled his attention away for the briefest of moments, but Jane was trapped between his body and the kitchen counter.

"Maura!" Jane screamed. She felt something hit her head, sending her vision blurry for a second. Ignoring the pain throbbing in her mind, she tried to opened her mouth to speak again but her voice was empty and his hand was pressed over her mouth. He reached out to her sweatpants and tugged them down with one hand. She tried to scream again but nothing happened. She attempted to lift her arms, but she felt frozen to the spot and all she could do was watch as he tucked his finger into the edge of her underwear and pushed them down her thighs.