It was two weeks later, when Jane walked out of the academy. The rain was pouring down hard, and she pulled the hoodie over her head, when she noticed someone coming up to her. At first, she thought that it was one of her students, but when she looked at the figure, she saw that it was the Paddy Doyle. Panic rushed over her as she glanced around to see that they were alone in the parking lot.

There was no use of running so she gave in, partly curious about what the man wanted from her. The man who looked like a grandfather rather than a mob boss gave her a smile as he greeted her with her full name and an extended hand. Jane shook it slowly, thinking that this hand had killed the shirts. It was ridiculous but she stared at it as if there was still blood on it.

The man laughed. "It's Brian's birthday soon. There is something I want to give him but I can't because the police is watching him." His voice was dark, and Jane watched him pull a box from under his coat. Another model kit of a plane.

"I heard that he likes to do them. You have been good to him. So, I hope you both enjoy assembling it." Jane nodded and hesitantly took the kit and shoved it into her briefcase. "I'm sure his going to like it." She said and had to smile. Mob boss or not, Paddy Doyle had a loving expression on his face when thinking about his son.

"You are good to my kids. I appreciate that." He said and nodded to her. "They both had a hard life and I'm glad to see that they can be happy now." After speaking this words, he turned abruptly and Jane watched him walk away with long purposefully strides. By the time he had disappeared she was soaking wet and rushed to her car.

Confused she turned the heater of the car on. How could a mob boss be so kind and caring about his family. This man definitely had a soft spot when it came to Maura and Brian. And was this his way of saying that he wouldn't hurt her because she was good for his family?

R&I

It was a long drive home with a lot of traffic. Jane thought about the talk she and Maura had had while Korsak had been downstairs. Maura's worst fears had come true. She was related to a criminal, and a murderer of all people. She had been mad at Jane for believing that it had been Jane's fault to the DNA test, but the doc had admitted herself, that at the end it had been her doing and her idea. They had managed to make up and return downstairs. And later, when they had been in bed… well… Jane smiled. Make-up sex with dr. Isles was definitely great she thought. Not that it would spur her on to provoke a fight to get it.

She glanced at the gift while waiting at a red traffic light and found it wrapped in a paper showing teddy bears. She knew that this should scare her. But somehow it made her smile. She moved on as the light turned green and tried to relax for the rest of the drive home.

R&I

Jane tried to figure out how to tell Maura about her encounter when getting out of the car in the garage. It was difficult she thought. Maura had a temper when it came to Paddy Doyle and Jane understood why. For the most part of her live she had thought that her birth parents were dead. And she had been fine not knowing. Being related to a mob boss as a ME who looked to do right to people who had been done wrong was contradicting.

Especially when this evil person turned out to be nice to his family. Jane thought about the love in Paddys eyes as he had given her the gift for Brian.

Another horrifying thing was to think that Paddy had been watching over Maura for all these years that she had thought to be lonely. Her adoptive parents had provided her with everything that she wanted that money could buy. But whenever Maura talked about her childhood, Jane heard a certain hurt in her wife's voice.

She could only imagine Maura being torn and angry at all the adults that had made severe mistakes during their upbringing of this helpless kid. And Jane understood the blondes feelings perfectly well. She wondered if Maura was also jealous for Paddy giving Brian a present while she had never received any.

This, she decided, was going to be another hard talk. But she hoped to be able and talk it out with Maura on the deck, where they seemed to solve all of their problems. She slightly shivered as the November was cold and the task at her hand.

She could have very well done it the next day. Brian's birthday was only in a week, but she wanted to get it over with. Besides, how would she explain the wrapped gift in her pocket? And if she was honest she wasn't really into hiding it.

Hence, she walked into the house to find Brian and Maura sitting at the dining room table, playing chess. Or at least attempting to while the chicken marsala was simmering away on the stove. Right now, Jane longed for being a pilot again and travelling these wonderful countries. Especially if it brought her away from the tension that had taken over the mood in their home.

It was as if a sore was hanging over their heads and they had to walk around on eggshells all the time. But after todays encounter, Jane assumed that she was save from Paddy Doyles ice pick. At least as long as he had the feeling that Maura and Brian were happy with her.

Maura glanced up to greet her and Brian smiled, hopping off his chair to hug her. No, Maura and she weren't fine. Not really, Jane decided when putting her brief case into its designated spot. They hadn't fought or annoyed each other per se. But somehow a gap had opened between them, and they didn't seem to be able to close it.

It was how Maura felt about herself and her family, Jane mused. The knowledge of her relation to a killer had thrown her off her tracks and she wasn't able to return to her old self. Jane had tried to help her, but Maura wanted nothing of it. The doc was in denial which made things only harder.

Brian was fine though. Maura played a lot with him and read him stories. Whatever it was that had caused the crack in their relationship, it only concerned her and Maura.

Jane sighed and took a spoon out of a drawer to taste the sauce. It tasted great. She watched the rice boil in a pot next to the chicken and wished again that she was someplace else. She dreaded the momentes they were alone.

Maura sometimes gave her the feeling that it was all her fault. Yet, Jane had never done anything wrong. It hurt that they each rolled to their side, sleeping with facing backs. There were no touches or kisses lately and jane missed that a lot.