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Jane walked into her apartment, closing the door behind her. She secured the extra locks she installed since her run in with Hoyt.

"Please don't scream."

Jane whirled at the voice, pulling her pistol from its holster as she turned. It took her less than a second to identify the speaker.

"Dammit Matt." She forcefully shoved her sidearm back into her holster. "What the hell are you doing here? Why did you break into my apartment? I could have shot you."

"Well, I didn't think that you would want the two agents parked across the street to see a werewolf loitering outside your place."

Jane glanced out her window. She had noticed the surveillance as soon as she had turned onto her street. "I still could have shot you."

"As long as you aren't carrying silver bullets, I would have been fine."

"I'm part of special projects, Matt. We always carry silver. And wood and incendiary bullets. You never know what you might run into."

"Point taken."

"Well, when you leave, you can go out the front door. I don't have anything to hide from the Feds, especially my friends. Would you like a beer?" Jane left the window, moving across her apartment toward the kitchen.

"Yes, please."

"So, why did you break into my apartment?"

"Grandpa knows what's happening here. He says we can get involved. He will even send up some of my cousins if necessary. The only catch is that you have to say it's OK."

Jane set the two beers she had just retrieved from her refrigerator down on the counter. With Matt's help, she could have Maura home by morning. The Feds would be angry, but they wouldn't cross the pack. Not over this. All she had to do was say yes. That's when she heard Korsak's voice in the back of her mind, telling her all the things she didn't want to think about. The fact that there was still a killer out there. That Maura would still be under investigation. That she, herself, would most likely be arrested for her part in releasing Maura from FBI custody. The affect it would have on her career and more importantly the affects it would have on her friendship with Maura. The affects would be all bad.

Jane closed her eyes. "No."

"What?" It was clear that Matt thought he had heard her wrong.

"No. While I'm am so very tempted to say yes, it would only make things worse. This is one of those times where I'm going to have to play by the rules."

"Grandpa said you would say that, but I told him there was no way." Matt just shook his head. "The offer stands if you change your mind." He headed for the door. As he reached for the doorknob, he turned to Jane. "If you need anything, and I mean anything, let me know."

"Will do." Just before the door shut, a thought occurred to Jane. "Why? I know we are friends and you and Maura are friends, but why would your Grandfather put the whole pack against the Federal Government?"

Matt just smiled. "We know a thing or two about being used by the powers that be. Grandpa won't tolerate it happening to good people." With that, the door closed with a quiet click.

Jane should have known. The wolves had been soldiers, guards, messengers, and entertainment for any number of groups throughout history, not always willingly. They would definitely understand the situation that both Jane and Maura were in.


Maura sat in a chair in the bedroom of the apartment reading a medical journal, trying not to think about her situation. She had only had one more conversation with agent Gabriel. It had been as unpleasant as the first. She was certain that he was suffering some sort of psychological break. During their conversation she had asked questions to try and understand what was causing him to act this way. Apparently she hadn't been quite as subtle about what she was up to as she had thought. He had realized what she was implying with her actions and flown into a rage. He had jumped from the chair he had been sitting in, screaming and shouting, not all of it understandable.

When he stormed from the apartment, the Marshals apologized for everything, but insisted there was little they could do with a signed papers from a Federal Judge. She understood they were just doing their jobs. They had been nice enough to get her several current medical journals to read, which was how she was passing her time.

"Please don't scream."

Maura dropped her journal into her lap and looked around the room. She knew she was under quite a bit a stress, but she didn't think she was to the point of having a nervous breakdown.

"But I am hearing voices." She said aloud.

"No you aren't. Please don't scream."

Maura still wasn't sure what was going on, but decided to find out where the situation would lead.

"Alright. I won't scream."

"Good."

There was a small flash of light in front of Maura's face, that while starling, did not frighten her. From the light appeared a six inch female figure. She had thin features, with long wavy red hair, and ears that ended in a point. She was flying, held aloft by four transparent wings beating quickly behind her.

"Hello Duchess." The small creature bowed while still maintaining flight.

"You are from the court?" Maura asked in surprise.

"Yes. My name is Lillian. Princess Illwenyn is concerned and wanted to check on your wellbeing. After finding your location, sneaking in was easy. The Sidthe have eyes and ears everywhere. These are not the Hatters after all."

Maura couldn't help but wonder how such a soft, rich voice could come from such a small person. "You are a sprite?"

Lillian smiled. "Yes, Duchess."

"Please call me Maura."

"Court protocol dictates that a lady of the court should be addressed by her title. My lady wishes to know if you are well? She is concerned about your disappearance and the conditions you are being held under."

Maura never understood the Sidthe's need to stand on protocol and formality "We aren't in the court right now, are we?"

Lilian answered with a mischievous smile. "No, Maura, we are not."

"Tell the ambassador that all things considered, I am well. The charges against me are false and that I am being treated well by the Marshals standing guard."

"And the FBI agent Gabriel Dean?"

"Your lady is very well informed." Maura commented.

"She likes to know what is going on. She also doesn't like those she respects being treated poorly."

"Respects? I can't imagine I've had more than two conversations with her." Maura stated absent mindedly.

"Three conversation actually. Your actions show you to be a person of impeccable character. Also, my lady considers you a kindred spirit in your dislike of the trappings of power and formality. What can my lady do for you?"

Maura was taken aback by the question and had no ready answer. "I'm not sure there is anything…" The thought hit her like a lightning bolt. "Can you get a message to someone for me?"

"Easily."

"Tell Detective Jane Rizzoli of BPD Special Projects that I'm as well as can be expected and not to do anything rash."

"Tell Dame Rizzoli not to be rash?" Lilian looked perplexed. "Do you think it will help?"

Maura couldn't help but laugh. "I see her reputation proceeds her. Yes. If she knows that I'm not in immediate danger and being treated well, I believe it will."

"As you wish." Lilian held out her palm and a small walnut appeared. "Take this. If you have need of me, crush it in your hand, and I will come."

"One other thing, don't tell Jane where I am. If she knows, she will definitely do something."

"As you wish."

"Thank you Lilian and thank the Ambassador as well."

Lilian bowed again and in the same flash of light in which she appeared, vanished.

Maura shook her head at the interaction, wondering of the chain of events that had lead her here. After a moment she picked up her journal and continued reading.


Jane awoke the next morning to an unknown noise. She instinctively reached over and pulled her service pistol from the drawer.

"Please don't scream…or shoot." A voice said.

"Who's there?" Jane climbed from her bed and began a search of her apartment.

"A friend." The voice answered.

"A friend?" Jane's tone of voice clearly showed she didn't believe it. "Friend's don't sneak into other friend's home while they are sleeping."

"I didn't want to scare you."

"You aren't doing a very good job."

"Please don't shoot." With that a small spark of light revealed the tiny sprite.

"HOLY CRAP!" Jane yelled.

"Hello. My name is Lillian. I represent her highness the Princess Illwenyn and I bring a message from Duchess Isles."

"Maura? You have a message from Maura? How is she? Is she OK? Where is she? What did she say?" Jane's questions toppled out on top of one another.

"She ask that you not do anything rash. She is safe and the Marshalls guarding her are treating her well. She has had little contact with Agent Gabriel Dean. She ask that you let the system do its work."

After hearing that Maura was alright, the detective part of Jane's brain caught up. "Who is Princess Illwenyn? I know I should know the name, but I'm drawing a blank."

"She is the Sidthe ambassador to the court. She found where the Duchess was being held and sent me to check on her. In turn, the Duchess asked me to give this message to you."

"Where is she?" There was no way Jane was going to let Maura rot wherever she was now that she knew her location.

"She asked that I not tell you."

"What!?" Jane yelled.

"She was sure you would do something reckless if you knew and asked that I not tell you."

Jane ran her hands through her hair, growling in frustration. "MAURA! REALLY?"

"Are you alright?" Lillian asked.

"No! She is the most pig headed, stubborn, know it all in the history of the world." Jane felt like throwing something across the room.

"It seems that her decision was a wise one then."

Jane just glared at the sprite. "Is that it? She's fine and don't do anything rash?" She wasn't sure what else she was hoping for.

"Yes."

Jane suddenly deflated. "Thank you. It's good to know that she's alright, relatively speaking." A thought occurred to her. "Are you going to see her again?"

"I can if my lady wishes."

"Tell her we are still working the case. We might have a lead as to who the killer is."

"I shall." With that the sprite disappeared back into her flash of light.


Jane entered the bullpen feeling better than she had in days and apparently it showed.

"What's up?" Korsak immediately asked upon seeing her face.

"I got a message from Maura. She's doing as well as can be expected and is no immediate danger."

Frost practically leapt from his desk. "What? How?"

"You aren't going to believe this, but a sprite appeared in my bedroom this morning with a message from her. I thought I was hallucinating."

Korsak asked the obvious question "Where is she?"

Jane's brow furrowed in frustration. "She told the Sidthe not to tell me. She's afraid I will do something" Jane made air quotes with her fingers. "rash."

Both Vince and Frost let out barks of laughter that they quickly muffled after glares from the female detective.

"She knows you so well." Frost said, returning to his desk.

"Shut it." Jane responded as she sat down. "Huh?"

"What?" Frost asked.

"What what?" Jane responded.

"You just did the questioning 'huh' while staring off into space. Obviously something just occurred to you."

"Yeah. I just realized that the only major group I haven't been contacted by is the Vampires."

Korsak shook himself from a chill. "Let's hope you don't."

"How can you hold a grudge for something that happened over 700 years ago?" Frost turned to the senior detective.

"It's not a grudge. It just bothers me that they used to prey on humans. I don't understand how that doesn't bother everyone. You know they still feed on human blood, right?"

Jane nodded her head. "Yes, yes. But, those people volunteer and they aren't killed. They aren't even hurt, actually."

"Says you. Being drained by a vampire causes a euphoric state not unlike drug use. It's an addiction."

"It's their choice." Frost pointed out. "You need to get into the 21st century and stop living in the 15th."

"Has it ever occurred to the two of you that there are vampires alive today from the 15th century, that know exactly what it feels like to hunt and kill humans and those are the same ones enforcing the current rules?" Korsak first looked Jane in the eyes before turning and doing the same to Frost, making sure his statement sunk in.

"Vince, one major catastrophe at a time. Right now we have to find a killer, save Maura, and clear her name." Jane tried to refocus everyone. "We can worry about the past crime of the Vampires later.

"And your name." Frost added.

"My name?" She questioned.

"We have to clear your name as well. You are under investigation." Frost pointed out.

"And my name." She turned to Korsak. "Where are we on the warrant for the road side assistance?"

"Got the Judge processing it right now. Everything should be read by lunch."

"Excellent. The sooner we catch this guy, the sooner we can bring Maura home."


Several hours later an outburst from Frost's desk caught the two older detectives' attention.

"What?" Vince ask.

"I got a match on the voice from road assist."

"A match to what?" Jane wondered.

"We assumed that it was a member of the mob looking for revenge against Doyle. I compared the voice to all the recordings on local, state, and federal wire taps, interrogations, and court testimony."

"Who did you get?" Vince walked around to look over Frost shoulder.

"Thomas O'Rourke." Frost pointed at the screen.

"Damn." Vince muttered.

"Who's Thomas O'Rourke?" Jane asked.

The elder detective looked Jane in the eye. "A lot worse than Paddy Doyle."


Hours later, Boston Special Project Detective Vince Korsak sat in a bar in south Boston watching Sports Center and not drinking the beer he had ordered forty minutes previously. He had been questioning this decision since he made it. As a cop, he knew what he was doing was highly illegal. As a man and more importantly a friend, he knew this was the only way to end things permanently and insure Maura's safety. He knew that Jane would make the same choice, but he wasn't so sure the Doc would see things the same way. She saw things pretty black and white, where as he viewed this as a mostly grey area.

His internal musing were interrupted by another patron taking a seat next to him. "I have to admit, I was surprised to get your call. What did you find that Mr. Law and Order couldn't deal with?"

Korsak reached forward, grabbed the full glass of beer and downed it in one pull. Setting the mug back on the counter, he answered the question. "Thomas O'Rourke."

Paddy Doyle just nodded his head slowly. "I see. Mean piece of work, that one."

Vince turned to look the necromancer in the face. "Piece of work? He has a demon where his soul used to be. Who have you been making deals with Doyle?"

"How do you know about the demon, Vince? As for who I deal with, that is none of your business detective."

"It is when your stupidity comes back on my friends. I'm giving you this information so you can fix your mess."

Doyle stood from the bar. "Watch who you are talking to Korsak. I knew you in the old days, but you are still a cop, and I will put you down like any other cop. Might even turn you into a pet."

Vince stood as well. "You do that Doyle. You do that and watch Rizzoli and your daughter burn your little empire to the ground." Vince headed for the door.

"See you around detective." Doyle called after him.

"Don't bet on it." Korsak answered just before the door shut behind him.


Jane awoke to her phone ringing. She grabbed it in disgust from the bedside table. She had been enjoying the first nightmare free night since Maura had gone missing. She glanced at the caller id before hitting the accept button.

"This better be good, Vince."

"You are going to want to see this."

Jane's blood ran cold. "It's not…"

"No. She's still being held by the marshals. This is actually good news."

"Where are you?"

"I'll text you the address."

Given the early morning hour, even with a shower, it only took Jane forty minutes to reach her destination. Both Frost and Korsak met her as she climbed out of her cruiser.

"What's up?"

"Our case is solved." Frost turned and began walking toward a warehouse. As they walked through the large doors she immediately noticed the body in the chair under a lone light. The skin was shriveled and pale. The eyes were sunken so far into the sockets that the head look like just a skull.

"Is that…"

"Thomas O'Rourke? Yes it is." Vince finished. "The condition of the body suggest that a necromancer toyed with him near death." The senior detective held out an evidence bag. "This was found attached to him."

Jane took the bag, examining the picture inside. "That's Maura, as a child."

"And the man holding her is Paddy Doyle."

Jane handed back the bag. "You said attached?"

"With this." Frost held up another bad containing an ice pick. "Doyle signature weapon."

"Hell of a message." Jane looked at the body one last time.

"Don't mess with my family." Vince nodded his head in agreement.

Jane turned and walked out of the building, followed by Frost and Korsak. "Now that the danger has passed, we focus on getting Maura back."

"Right." Both detectives responded in unison.


Maura let out a squeak as Lillian blinked into existence. The sound brought the marshals bursting into the room.

"Sorry. Sorry. I just got startled. I saw something." Maura cursed herself for not being able to lie. Jane would have such an easier time with this. The two Marshals didn't look convinced, but they left the room after a perfunctory search.

"Sorry, Duchess." Lillian said as she came from her hiding place behind the bed. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"Is everything alright?" Maura was worried about what had brought the sprite back.

"The person who killed your brother and was threating you is dead."

"Dead? What happened?" Maura hoped that Jane hadn't had to kill anyone.

"We was found dead with an ice pick stuck through his chest. A picture of you and the necromancer were found as well. The threat to you is over."

"That's good news, but it doesn't really help my current situation." Maura gestured around the room.

"That is being dealt with, but the Princess thought it was important that you know."

"Thank you." Maura was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice the sprite's flash of light as she disappeared.