AN: Trigger warnings to things are present. Don't like don't read.

I don't own Rizzoli & Isles. I just borrow them and some dialogue at times.

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Maura awoke to the steady ringing of her cell phone, annoyance the only feeling other than her pleasantly aching body. The night before last had been nothing but a celebration with Jane, and it was one night she would never forget but Jane had warned her she was only getting started. The entire day before they had spent 'celebrating' the news and Jane had even taken the day off work so they could, although Maura figured Jane would have kept going again all night if it there hadn't been a necessity for food.

She was sore in all the right ways as she rolled over to snatch her phone off the bedside table. Jane grumbled next to her, the woman's black curls disappearing suddenly under the pillow.

She chuckled as she answered the phone, "Isles."

"Doc, we've got another crime scene that I'm requesting you for." Agent Dean spoke quietly but quickly.

She groaned, "Why can't you get someone else?"

She knew she wasn't being professional, but she wanted to bask in bed with Jane for a while longer. She knew she was the best at her job, and she should be honored that the FBI wanted her on the case but the fact that it was Gabriel Dean calling her was the problem. She didn't want to be professional today, she wanted to call in sick and stay home with Jane.

Dean's voice pulled her from her thoughts, "I don't have anyone else I trust. Just get your ass down here." He rattled off the address before hanging up on her.

She glared at her phone for a moment before she rolled out of bed angrily, "I'm going to kill him myself when I get there."

Jane's head popped out from under the pillow, "Woah, who are you killing this early in the morning?"

She yanked a pair of jeans on and snapped, "Gabriel Dean."

Jane frowned at her as she rolled onto her back, propping herself up on her elbows, "I love when you get hostile."

She smirked at the woman as she pulled her bra and blouse on, "You haven't seen anything yet."

Jane grinned at her as she sat up, letting the sheet fall to her waist, "Hmm, show me."

"I would but I have a scene to get to and Dean sounds in hurry." She sat on the edge of the bed to put her boots on, not in the mood for her heels.

Jane knelt behind her and wrapped her arms around her neck, running her hands down her chest, "He can wait baby, I can't."

She smirked as shivered at the feeling of Jane's hands already unbuttoning her blouse, "You know I'll always give you what you want."

Jane kissed the side of her neck, "I know, now come here."

She turned her head and kissed Jane, slow and deep before standing suddenly, a smirk dancing on her lips, "I'll finish this as soon as I'm done at the scene."

Jane growled at her as she collapsed back on the back, "I'll hunt you down at the station if I have to."

She laughed as she hurried out of the bedroom, "I'm looking forward to it honey."

She cursed Agent Dean the entire drive to the crime scene. Cursed everything about the man that was still trying to come between her and Jane, but she had a job to do. That's all she needed was for the governor to call her and chew her out for not going when Dean called. It's not like she wanted to leave her naked fiancé in bed alone, but she had no choice.

She parked behind the FBI vehicles and frowned as she exited her car, grabbing her medical bag before heading towards the yellow cation tape. She was confident as she walked towards Agent Dean, her expertise in her job the only reason she was even here. She glanced at him and he nodded towards the dumpster in the alley behind him.

"Body is cold."

She frowned as he fell into step beside her, "Cold?"

"I'm guessing it may have been in a meat truck for a while before being dumped here. I'm waiting for surveillance tapes if there are any." Dean grimaced as they neared the large commercial grade dumpster.

She sat her bag on the ground as a tech handed her a white hazmat coverall for her to slip over her clothes. She pulled it on as she asked, "When was the decedent found?"

Dean watched her, his look thoughtful, "It was called in two hours ago, but units didn't arrive until an hour ago and we were called in after an ID was made."

She hesitated as her mind calculated times, "You got here awfully quick."

She used the small stepladder next to the dumpster and grimaced at the smell that assaulted her nose, the rotten food overpowering any other smell that could be there. She ignored the roll of her stomach and the bile that was trying to force its way up her esophagus, focusing instead on breathing through her mouth. She climbed carefully into the dumpster, placing a foot on either side of the corpse.

"The victim is Antony Lucchese."

She popped back up with eyes wide, "Salvador's nephew?"

Agent Dean nodded, "This is going to get interesting Isles. Hope you're up for a long night because this has to been triple checked so we have a clean case."

She groaned, "I didn't want a part of this to begin with Dean. You said one time."

He shook his head, "You're in it now, you know that. If Antony's death is a murder and it gets around, we are all going to be in the cross hairs of his uncle."

She glared at him, "Have I mentioned I hate you. I can't keep this from Jane. She's going to notice if-"

Gunfire rang out around them and Maura ducked down in the dumpster, bullets making contact with the metal container. When Dean and the other agents returned fire, she threw herself over the side. Dean motioned for her to take cover behind the dumpster as he reloaded his firearm, and more shots came flying at them. Two agents hit the ground, blood pooling around their bodies, as a sharp sting connected with her shoulder.

She spun with the force and used the momentum to hurl herself behind the dumpster, shouting over the echoing noise in the alley, "I fucking warned you Gabriel." She pressed her gloved hand over her shoulder tightly, clenching her teeth against the pain in her shoulder.

He grimaced at her from behind the patrol car a few feet further down the alley, "Shut up and stay down."

She rolled her eyes at him as she pressed herself firmer against the dumpster. She could hear the agents shouting for people to drop their weapons, but her eyes were quickly drawn to the man behind Dean, "Gabriel behind you!"

Dean turned as a man brought his gun down on Dean's temple and the Agent fell unconscious on the pavement. She stood as two men rushed her and all the training, she had been doing with Angela in self defense surged to the front of her mind. She dodged an attempted grapple and followed up with a right hook to the man's jaw, sending him spinning from the force.

The adrenaline surging through her muscles pushed her on without feeling the pain of her wounded shoulder as she broke the hold the next man had on her before punching his stomach and bringing her knee up to meet his face when he doubled over. The man fell backwards as blood spurted from his nose.

She spun back to face the first man as he flipped open a switchblade, "Lucchese would like a word with you, one way or another."

She smirked at him as she relaxed her stance slightly, giving her body time to move in any direction she would need to, "No thanks. I'm late for a date."

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Maura splashed cold water on her face before leaning on the sink to look at her reflection in the mirror. She had been at her attorneys for the last few hours and all the painful memories that it was bringing back was beginning to overwhelm her. She touched the deep scar on her face before shaking her head and ignoring it as she had since she had gotten it. She'd had to suture herself up using a mirror in the back of an FBI van while it was moving, but she had done the best she could, given the circumstances.

She turned from the mirror and dried her hands on paper towels before leaving the small private bathroom that was attached to her attorney's office. Luca was still sitting in the chair across from the man's desk, his hazel eyes landing on her while he tightened his hold on the photo in his hand.

She moved towards him while speaking to her attorney, "I don't agree with what you did Ben, but I guess I understand."

Ben let out a deep breath as he nodded, "I swear Doctor Rizzoli, if I had known I never would have done it."

She turned to face him, her eyes hardening and her voice going cold again, "Yes you would have because I would have done the same. If Jane had been threatened, I would have done what you did but make no mistake that you owe me a hell of a lot now."

Ben nodded, "Anything. I swear."

She sat in the only available seat, "Special Agent Dean. I want to know everything."

Ben nodded and pulled yet another file out of his filing cabinet behind his desk and handed it over to her, "Agent Gabriel Dean was the lead on the Lucchese case for two years before it came to Boston. Mostly Salvador Lucchese stuck to New York but when Paddy began to get big here, he decided to keep an eye on things. Paddy encroached on Lucchese's territory a few months before everything went down and Dean got word that Lucchese was spotted here in Boston."

She nodded as she glanced through the file. Photos of Dean around Boston were interspersed with the news clippings and other Lucchese details from the local newspapers. She struggled to understand why Dean had gotten her involved from the very beginning. Everything she had discovered over the years didn't suggest that the FBI Agents assigned to the case were anything but good Agents.

Yet Dean had called her specifically because he didn't think he could trust them. It had been a question they had constantly fought over when they would see each other but he would never answer the question. She had assumed it was because he was an arrogant asshole but apparently there was more to the story.

She glanced up at Ben, "Why did you give Lucchese my name?"

Sweat broke out on Ben's forehead again as he leaned forward in his chair, "As I said he was threating to take Mark. He even knew exactly where Mark was when he was sitting here in my office. He even had me call him to verify that he was telling the truth. He already knew your name technically, but he said your DNA matched Paddy Doyle's."

She frowned, "Who knows that?"

Ben searched through his papers, a crease forming in his brow until he found what he was looking for, "Your DNA matched Collin Doyle's, your brother I'm guessing. I never was able to figure out how he got that information because that should have only been department knowledge."

"We already know that Paddy and Lucchese have people on the inside." She said as she rubbed her temple, a headache beginning to form.

Ben shook his head, "Doyle, yes, but not Lucchese. He has no use for Boston. He was strictly a New Yorker. He has no contacts in BPD. Then and now."

She frowned, "FBI?"

Ben sat back, his breathing returning to normal, "It's possible but your DNA would have been in BPD database. Not exactly something the FBI would think to search through."

She sighed as she glanced at the time. It was nearing five and she had promised Angela she would be back at that time. She shook her head, her brain in danger of overloading from all the information Ben had given her. She stood and pulled the duffel bag over her shoulder before looking right into Ben's eyes.

"Do I need to worry about you now?" She asked.

He shook his head, "I promise you Maura, I'm not the man I was back then. If anything comes up, I will call you first and then the police. I swear."

She nodded as she picked Luca up, settling him on her hip, "This is your last chance, Ben. Don't screw it up."

She left the office quickly, her heart racing at the prospect of seeing Jane at some point soon. If Angela had called Jane after she left, she wouldn't doubt that there was a manhunt going on in the city that she wasn't aware of. On the other hand, what if Jane didn't want to see her again? What if Jane had moved on and didn't want to relive the past?

She hailed a cab as her thoughts darkened around Jane. She didn't want to force Jane into anything, but she knew how much Luca was looking forward to meeting her. No matter if things were broken between them, she wanted Jane to be a part of their son's life.

Luca was smart and when he first learned to speak all he wanted to know was where his Mama was. She had never kept anything from Luca and even though his fourth birthday was coming up he understood more than what a three-year-old should. She would never lie to him when he would ask why she and Jane weren't together, but it did break her heart to see the sadness in her son's eyes.

He wanted his family to be whole and while she wanted the same thing, it hadn't been possible until now. She had kept the darker side of things from him, after all she didn't want him to grow up afraid of everything. Something she was struggling to keep hidden even now, almost five years later.

She had always promised Luca that when he was old enough to understand completely, she would tell him everything that she had been through. Even how much she fought to stay, fought to not be separated from Jane.

She would never forgive Dean for what he did, the things he said over the years. It was something that had taken a toll on her. Things that had changed her from the person she used to be, the person that Jane had known. She hated some of the changes that had occurred in her.

The mistrust of everyone around her. The fear of, not just the unknown, but of the possibilities of what could happen. Life was supposed to be a surprise, never knowing what was going to happen from one moment to the next. However, for her, for the last few years it was so much worse than just a surprise.

It was painful and lonely. She had gotten used to loving Jane, gotten used to having her around all the time. She had gotten used to having a family that loved and supported her, which was something she had grown up without. She was used to the Rizzoli's coming and going from her house long before her and Jane had even begun their romantic relationship. She was used to Sunday Rizzoli family dinners that were full of laughter and arguing and love.

Having all of that ripped away from her, literally overnight had been the most horrifying and traumatic thing to happen to her in her entire life. Something like that was going to change a person, change everyone involved and it had. It had changed her so much that she had woken up one morning and couldn't even recognize who she was.

Luca's voice pulled her from her tormented thoughts, "Mommy, are we there yet?"

She smiled at him as the cab pulled to a stop at the curb across from the Dirty Robber, "Yep. It's right over there."

He followed her out of the car and took her hand as she adjusted the strap on her better shoulder, "Mommy let's go. I wanna get ice cream and Nonna said she'd give me some."

She laughed as she let the boy pull her down to the crosswalk, "Nonna and the ice cream aren't going anywhere sweetie."

His little head swung back and forth as he checked the street before he pulled her as fast as he could across the street. Her smile was wide as she watched him try to open the heavy door and she gently eased it open, seeing the shock on his face since he didn't realize she was helping him. They entered the bar, and she froze as her eyes landed on the woman she had been dying to see for the last four years.

"Mama!" Luca shouted as he ripped his hand from hers and ran straight towards Jane.

Jane quickly knelt beside the booth and opened her arms, her dark eyes filling with tears as Luca launched himself into her arms.

She couldn't stop the emotions that began to pummel her, her eyes instantly filling with happy tears as she watched the love of her life holding their son. Jane looked exhausted, worse than she has ever seen the woman. Dark circles under her eyes, stress showing in every movement she made. She could see the pain in Jane's eyes as their eyes met but she noticed that the woman was quickly closing herself off from her.

She knew she should have expected it, but it hurt all the same, her chest tightening at the thought that she really had lost Jane all those years ago.