* I own nothing of Rizzoli and Isles I just have the privilege of playing with the characters for a while.

(Chapter Thirteen Part Two)

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Jane walked out to the sidewalk and leaned up against the building. She had stood there for over fifteen minutes thinking. It had infuriated her that Pastor Catherine was married to a man. She had no reason for it or answer to why any of it should bother her at all. But the emotion just shot up from the pit of her stomach without warning.

"Was it because this woman did as she pleased switching from a woman to a man whenever?" She wondered to herself.

Romans 13:8 says, "Owe no one anything, except to love each other, for the one who loves another has fulfilled the law." The woman's words just kept repeating over and over in her head.

"If love is the only law then why the need to cram all the other crap down our throats." She said out loud.

"Because we as humans need things to be broken down." Jane looked up and noticed Pastor Catherine standing beside her. "We had to understand what love is and not what we think it feels like." Jane looked at her with an "explain that one," look.

"Instant gratification or greed to some could feel like loving themselves. But it's only a scratch and doesn't heal the rash causing the itch. If not healed the rash can exile someone from other's not wanting to be infected. It could even kill them. Not to mention the lust/need to be scratch which only spreads the rash further on the body causing more harm."

"No wonder Maura likes you." Catherine looked at her now being the puzzled one. "You talk all gross body rashes goo." She said waving her hand and making a face causing the woman to laugh.

When she regained herself from laughing, "I'm sorry if I offended you."

"Nah I'm used to it she does it all the time." Jane said rolling her eyes as she talked about Maura.

Catherine smiled, "I was talking about earlier… inside."

"Oh…" Jane said as she realized what the woman was talking about. "…it's okay. Your beliefs are very different from the Catholic church where I was brought up."

"I get that. I was raised in a Pentecostal home."

"Ouch… Isn't that all religion. You can't wear pants or makeup thingy?"

"Pretty much and more."

"But you said your girlfriend helped you out of religion… why did you leave her?"

"I didn't she did… after school she got a job in California and my mother became ill so I stayed here for her instead of moving with her. Sandy found that it was too hard to remain faithful in a long-distance relationship so we broke up."

"Is that why you went back to men?" Jane asked thinking she had finally found an answer.

"No… I dated other females for several years after Sandy." She paused knowing what Jane was trying to get at. "Jane… I even had an issue admitting that I liked Tony when it was happening. I was supposed to be a lesbian and here I had romantic feelings for a man." Jane looked at her and she could tell there was a question behind the detectives furrowed brow. "Go ahead Jane… ask me your question."

"How did you know I wanted to ask a question?"

"It's written all over your face."

Jane took in a breath and opened her mouth then closed it… then tried again, "You all of a sudden loved a man. Doesn't that make you heterosexual or do you step out for a woman every now and then?"

She looked at the woman and realized she wasn't being sarcastic, "Well… that is technically two questions." She paused again trying to make sure she said the right words to Jane. "No… I do not step out of my vows to Tony. But when a nice looking female or male that I might be attracted to if I were single passes by I will take a second look." Jane looked at her shocked. "What… I'm human and live in a physical body that has desires and attractions but my love for Tony is stronger than those moments of attraction. It's my natural attractions that make me a Bi-sexual."

Jane looked at the ground pondering her words. "So… how do you know what you are if you have only been attracted to one?" Jane asked more to herself than to Pastor Catherine.

"Jane… I'm going to answer you the way a bartender explained it to me when I was catching a lot of flak about being a lesbian and loving a man and was pondering your very thought." She looked up at the woman intrigued because she wasn't quoting scripture. She wasn't even quoting psychology or philosophy even. "He told me to fall in love with the person and not the sex."

Jane had a peaceful resolve come over her face. "Bartender's give good advice and cold beer too." She thought and smiled. "Where's Maura?" She asked as they started walking back into the sanctuary.

"I do not know. She was here pondering something I said before she asked me to check on you outside." She said looking around the empty sanctuary.

They were walking back to the office thinking that she might have gone in there to wait or something when a girl walked past them at a quick pace. Jane recognized it was the girl from BPD and called out, "Peanut?"

The girl stopped and turned and recognized Jane right away. "Hey…"

"You two know each other?" Pastor Catherine asked.

"Yes ma'am… we met at the police station."

"Police station?" She asked concernedly of her young helper.

"I went and talked to Detective Rizzoli about Alley and Bethany there."

"Oh…" she said as the sadness returned to the pastor's face.

"I guess she wanted to talk to you too." She said looking at Jane to see if she was correct.

Jane shook her head in acknowledgement, "We need as much information as possible."

"I thought so… that's why I told that lady you were with about our lockers here at the church. I knew Alley's lock combination and opened it for her." Jane's eye got big at the hope of maybe catching a break to the case.

"Where are those lockers Peanut?" Jane asked in a cross between excitement and rush.

I know... I know... but you love me anyway.