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Chapter 3

Cavanaugh's Office (Continued)

Cavanaugh grins and calls out, "Come on in, Vince."

I can't help the small smile that tugs at my lips. I ask a question that I already know the answer to: "What are you doing here, Korsak? Are you here to babysit me?"

Before Korsak can answer, Cavanaugh, says, "I wouldn't call it babysitting, but he's here to keep you out of trouble and to teach you how to be the finest Detective Sergeant in B.P.D. history."

I can feel my mouth moving, but no noise is coming out. I hate it when this happens. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it just sucks. Maura loves it. She calls it an endearing Rizzoli trait. Korsak takes pity on me and grins, "The Chief has graciously reinstated me for this one case, Jane. And I'm going to help you prepare to become the new Detective Sergeant of the Homicide Unit."

"It's only been four months," I say while still trying to process what just had happened. On my flight into Logan, I had decided I would do whatever was needed to find Maura. Even if it meant going rogue, I never imagined that the possibility existed I would get my job back.

"That's too long. We just hired a new detective to partner with Frankie. His name is William Graham, and he comes from Atlanta P.D. He's a damn impressive detective. He starts soon. You're the last piece of the puzzle, Rizzoli. Do you accept?" Cavanaugh asks proudly. Jane Rizzoli is the best detective he's ever known. She may be reckless, stubborn, and difficult sometimes, but he's never met anyone better at the job.

Before I can answer, there's another knock on the door. From the look on Cavanaugh's face, he isn't expecting anyone. He calls out, "Come in."

One look at the visitor and I know things are going to get worse. After the Doyle disaster, I never thought I'd ever see him again. Dean showed up on my door in my first week at Quantico. And to my shock and immense displeasure, with flowers and a dinner invitation. I did what I did last time; I tossed the flowers in the trash and slammed the door in his face. You'd think he'd gotten the point the last time we saw each other. I look at him and say, "Why the hell are you here?"

"Well, hello to you too," Dean retorts.

Before I can reply, Cavanaugh asks, "Why are you here, Agent Dean? Can we help you with something? We are in the middle of something very important."

"Are you here to follow us around so that you can mess up our operation, make us look incompetent, and then take the credit for the arrest?" I growl. I still hate the fact that I slept with this jerk. I trusted him, and he betrayed me. Because of that entire operation, I almost lost my badge, and more importantly, I almost lost Maura.

Dean ignores me and says, "Paddy Doyle has put out a two-million-dollar reward for Dr. Maura Isles safe return and a one-million-dollar hit on Jane Rizzoli."

Both Korsak and Cavanaugh yell, "What!"

I turn my back to Dean and can't help cursing under my breath. Fuck, now they aren't going to let me go out on the streets if Paddy has put a hit on me.

"Talk, Dean!" Korsak yells.

"Dr. Isles' abduction is national news, so it's not surprising that Doyle saw it and put out the reward. What we didn't see coming is Doyle putting a hit on you, Jane," Dean says.

As I rub my face, I growl, "Tell us everything you know, Dean, and don't leave anything out, or by God, I'm going to shoot you myself."

Dean rolls his eyes at the threat and continues, "Doyle is upset that you didn't keep his daughter safe, Jane. He had made it known that nobody in his world was allowed to harm you in any way. It was his way of thanking you for taking care of Maura. So, yes, Paddy Doyle is livid that his daughter is missing and that you weren't there to protect her."

"Son of bitch," Korsak growls.

Cavanaugh rubs his face and asks, "What are you here to do, Dean?"

"I'm here to help you recover Dr. Isles safely and take Detective Rizzoli into protective custody until this blows over," Dean explains calmly.

"You've got to be kidding me! And how the hell do you know I just got reinstated?!" I yell at Dean.

"We know because we're the F.B.I. and putting you in federal protective custody is the safest place for you, Jane," Dean argues.

"No, no, no! I didn't need you when Hoyt was hunting me down, and I sure as hell don't need you now. All that matters now is Maura. Finding her alive and protecting her from whoever the fuck took her. You hear me, Dean. I don't want or need your protection!" I yell. I won't say this out loud because it'll probably get me kicked off Maura's case, but Doyle is right. Maura's abduction is my fault. I should have been here to protect her.

"Rizzoli, calm down!" Cavanaugh yells.

"We all know that Paddy Doyle has B.P.D. employees on his payroll, not to mention his crew. They'll kill you, Jane, without a second thought!" Dean yells back.

Korsak puts himself between Dean and me as he calmly says, "We are more than capable of protecting our own."

Dean turns to Cavanaugh and pleads, "You can order her to go under federal protection."

"I can, but I won't, Rizzoli is the best detective in the entire damn state, and I need her working Dr. Isles kidnapping. Korsak is correct; we can protect our own. Now, I want to know why the hell you didn't inform us that there was a possibility that Dr. Isles was in danger? We are supposed to be on the same team, are we not?" Cavanaugh angrily asks.

Before Dean can answer, I jump in and say, "We can argue about that later. What you need to tell us right now is who the fuck took Maura."

"What makes you think I know?" Dean smirks.

"You son of a bitch, we don't have time for this bullshit!" I yell as I lunge towards Dean. But Korsak quickly steps in my way and orders me to shut up. He turns to Dean and says, "Rizzoli is right. We don't have time for this. Are you here to help us or not?"

When Dean hesitates, Cavanaugh yells, "Get out! I don't know why you are here, but it's obvious you're not here to help us! Out now!"

Dean puts his hands up in surrender and says, "Alright, alright, we have two possible theories."

"And they are?" I ask impatiently.

"Theory number one is that the O'Rourke crime family is behind the abduction. Chatter on our wiretaps indicates that the new leader of the O'Rourke family, Tommy Jr., has declared war on Doyle because of how he murdered his father. Killing Maura is almost as good as killing Doyle himself," Dean calmly explains.

"And when were you going to tell us? We could have put her in protective custody! Her abduction didn't have to happen!" Cavanaugh roars.

"You fucking bastard! You knew exactly where to find me!" I yell at Dean. If the O'Rourke's have her, she's as good as dead.

"Look, I don't think the O'Rourke's have her, or she would have turned up dead by now," Dean argues.

"Well, that's comforting," I growl.

"Get to the point, Dean!" Korsak yells.

"Theory number two is that Dr. Isles' abduction is the work of a serial killer that has been killing for the last three years," Dean tries to explain calmly.

My brain feels like it's going to explode. I mumble, "So, either a mob family kidnapped Maura or a serial killer has her? Is that what you're fucking saying, Dean?"

"I'm afraid so," Dean mumbles nervously.

"And the F.B.I. didn't think it important to share this information with B.P.D.? Or me? You knew exactly where to fucking find me, Dean." I growl. I have no idea what the hell we're going to do now.

"Look, Jane, I've kept a close eye on this. We didn't know that he had arrived in Boston till after you had started as an instructor at the F.B.I. Academy. We were confident we could keep you safe and hopefully catch the serial killer quickly. We know he's here. He murdered a couple a few days after you started as an instructor," Dean explains. He's trying to reassure me and defend his actions at the same time. But keeping this information from us is inexcusable.

"The two open homicides, the brunettes, bodies burned beyond recognition. We found one victim roughly ten days after Dr. Isles returned from Paris. Dr. Isles was unable to get absolutely zero forensic evidence. We haven't even been able to I.D. her or the second victim because the suspect cut off their hands, and you know, identifying victims by their dental records is difficult. They are the victims of the serial killer you're tracking, correct?" Cavanaugh says.

Dean looks down and says, "I'm afraid so. Start looking in parks, ponds, any open outdoor space, and you'll find their partners and their I.D.'s. But there's another important detail you need to know."

"What? Just spit out Dean," Cavanaugh says.

"We're calling him the Surgeon 2.0."

"And you're only telling us now?! Unbelievable!" Korsak yells.

All I can say is, "My God."

"I'm going to have your job for this, Dean!" Cavanaugh yells.

I can feel the blood drain from my face. My God, a sociopath, has my Maura. Another Hoyt is out there. I look at Dean and say in complete disbelief, "And you didn't bother to tell me? Hoyt tried to murder me on more than one occasion, he tried to kill Maura, and you didn't think this was important information I needed to know? We tried him and put him away. If you had told us sooner, we might have helped you find him by now and prevented him from abducting Maura, and all these victims would still be alive."

"Jane, I thought we had a handle on the situation," Dean says.

"He's killed another four people in less than four months, and you call that having a handle on the situation? Not counting the victims you have identified," Cavanaugh says in disgust.

Before Dean can answer Cavanaugh, I ask in rapid succession, "Did he rape one in front of the other? Are these women professionals or affluence? Is this monster also a necrophiliac?"

"Yes," Dean answers.

I look at Korsak and Cavanaugh and whisper, "Hoyt has yet another apprentice."

Dean looks at me and explains, "This one is smarter and deviates from Hoyt's usual M.O. We think this piece of work is responsible for six homicides in the past three years, that's three couples, not counting the four victims in Boston. 2.0 was killing one couple a year. He's ramped up his killing cycle considerably in the past four months. He's leaving the blondes in wooded areas exactly like Hoyt, but he deviates from Hoyt's M.O. completely by removing the brunettes from the crime scene, burning them, and cutting their hands off. We think it's a forensic countermeasure to destroy evidence and to make identifying them difficult. Our team thinks 2.0 has come to Boston to do what his mentor couldn't."

"To kill me," I whisper into the room that has now become completely silent. I don't know how much time has passed, but someone pounding on the door snaps us out of it.

Frankie barges in and shoves a manila envelope into my hands. I look at it and ask, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Open it," Frankie says.

I quickly spill its contents unto Cavanaugh's desk, and my heart falls to my feet. My shield, the one I gave to Maura, is covered in blood. There's a photo of a badly beaten Maura and a one-line note that read:

Welcome Home, Detective Rizzoli

I feel hot tears run down my face, and I feel someone holding me up because my legs have given out, but I don't hear myself cry. I'm too late. We're too late. If Maura's not dead, she's going to be soon.

Someone is shaking me and saying, "Breath for me, Janie. Come on, breath."

When I open my eyes, I see Frankie. I take a breath, and I can hear the sound of my sobs. Frankie hugs me hard and whispers, "That's it, Janie. Get it out. You're okay. It's going to be okay."

I bury my face into his neck for a few minutes, and when I feel I'm regaining a little control, I pull back and whimper, "Maura."

Frankie kisses the side of my head and whispers back, "We're going to find her, we're going to find her, Janie. I promise we're going to get her back in time."

I closed my eyes for a minute and chose to believe in his promise because facing reality is so much worse. After a few minutes, I feel Frankie lower me down into a chair. I take a few more deep breathes because I need to get a grip. I look around the room, and I can't help but feel incredibly embarrassed. The only thing I can think to say as I try to compose myself, "I'm sorry."

I feel Korsak squeeze my shoulder and whisper, "You have nothing to be sorry for, Jane."

"Losing your composure isn't exactly professional, Vince." I try to smile.

"Maybe, but it's only human," Cavanaugh softly adds.

I nod and try to make my brain work as I wipe my tears away. Okay, if the O'Rourke's had her, Dean is right, they would have killed her by now, and we would have already found the body. So that leaves 2.0. He hasn't killed her because he needs to take me too. His motives are first to torture me and then finally kill me. And there's no worse torture than hurting Maura. I turn to Dean and ask, "What can you tell me about victimology?"

"Professional women in long-term relationships. Tall brunette and petite blonde. They're engaged or married. They are all attacked in their homes. We know that's where he kills the brunette because of all the blood at the crime scene, but besides that, the crime scene is pristine. And when I mean pristine, I mean not one drop of foreign blood, foreign hair, foreign fiber, absolutely nothing. He slits all of the brunette's throats, burns them in remote areas, and cuts their hands off. Then he lays out their blond partners in the woods like Hoyt did," Dean explains.

"So, the only difference is that 2.0 is burning the brunette at another location instead of leaving her at the crime scene intact, so to speak, and cutting off their hands to make identifying them difficult?" Korsak asks.

"Yes."

Cavanaugh looks at me and says, "He might be doing that so that we wouldn't catch on that he's one of Hoyt's apprentices. The difference in a part of Hoyt's M.O. is to try to operate under the radar. It's allowed him to continue killing without any heat. How long did it take you to link these murders, Dean?'

"Approximately 18 months."

"Eighteen months? Our federal government at work," I say sarcastically.

Unfortunately, this is when Frankie decides to wake up. He glares at Dean and growls, "That's why you're here. You knew Hoyt had another apprentice, and you didn't tell us."

I simply nod, and before I can react, Frankie grabs Dean by his jacket and yells, "I should break your face!"

Korsak and Cavanaugh break them apart as I yell at Frankie, "This isn't helping Frankie. Let him go!"

Korsak pushes him toward the door while saying, "Go cool off, Frank. Work the case. As soon we finish this meeting, I'll go find you."

That doesn't stop Frankie's mouth. As he leaves, he yells over his shoulder, "This isn't over, Dean!"

As Dean smooths out his shirt and jacket, he smirks, "Are all Rizzoli's so temperamental?"

"I'll show you temperamental," I growl as I take a step towards Dean. Unfortunately for me, Korsak stops me in my tracks. He bear hugs me from behind, and as he shoves me toward the exit, he says, "Go track the package, Jane. I'll take its contents down to the crime lab to process. Go now!"

When he finally lets me go, I have to fight the need to hit something. I've never felt so powerless in my whole life, but now isn't the time for stress relief. That's for later. I have to find Maura. And I better find her in time because if I don't, I'm going to shoot Dean.

B.P.D. Homicide Bullpen – Tuesday at 12:36 a.m.

Walking into the bullpen feels like coming home. Thankfully, my desk is still empty. I sit down and have Nina log me into the system. Alright, Rizzoli, you need to keep your head in the game if you want to find her.

Step one, call Constance Isles. Increase the reward by millions. I do not doubt that Constance would be willing to offer anything to get her daughter back. Once she's on board, arrange for a huge press conference first thing tomorrow morning. And arrange for the T.V. news stations to run it as often as possible. Between Paddy's reward and Constance, we will paint a massive bullseye on this bastard's back. Hopefully, he has an accomplice that can turn on him, or maybe someone saw something. The smallest mistake can break the case. Even if he manages to disable or avoid cameras, he can't avoid people. Millions of eyes are going to be looking for him. He's going to be a fucking walking lottery ticket.

Step two, track the package we just received. Have Nina pull any video that is out there of the location where 2.0 dropped the package. There has to be a video. In this day and age, it's impossible to avoid every camera. Impossible. Privacy is a thing of the past.

Step three, pay Kent or, as I call him, Maura Jr. a visit. I need to look at any evidence we have and light a fire under his ass. He's no Dr. Maura Isles, but he's competent and intelligent. He has to find something we can go on; there has to be something we've overlooked. There's no such thing as the perfect murder.

After that, convince Korsak and Cavanaugh to let me walk the abduction scene. I'll promise to be on my best behavior. I'm hoping to see if there's any surveillance video of the parking lot.

Okay, Rizzoli, it's a start.