A/N: For those that were eagerly looking for Chapter 4 yesterday and couldn't find it. FF was having some trouble posting up chapters but they've fixed it now. Thank you all for your interest in this story!
When Jane got home she went straight to the fridge and grabbed a beer. She popped the cap and took a long hard swig from the bottle. Her cellphone buzzed. She fished it out of her of her jacket pocket and answered it.
"Rizzoli." She said then took another sip of beer.
"Jesus Janie, are you okay?" Frankie said on the phone.
"Uh, yeah." Jane said confused by her brother's concern.
"There was something on the news about a big shoot out in Miami. Ma saw you on the news Jane." Frankie said to her, "She's been calling you almost all day."
Jane sighed, "I've had my phone off Frankie. I've been in meetings all day. Tell her I'm fine."
"Maura asked about you too." He said to her. There was silence on the phone. "Jane? You hear me?" Frankie asked.
"Yeah I heard you." Jane said to him. She got quiet on the phone again, "Tell her I'm fine too." Then she hung up.
Jane finished her beer then checked her watch. She had enough time to shower and change before having to meet with Kelly.
Jane walked into the Blue Flamingo and looked around till she spotted Kelly sitting at a table near the back of the room. She made her way through the crowd and sat down in a chair opposite of Kelly.
"Ok I'm here." Jane said to her, "What's this business opportunity you wanted to talk about?"
Kelly looked around, "Not here." She said and stood up, "Come with me." And she walked off to the front door. Jane followed her out of the bar.
"What the hell is going on?" Jane asked her once they got outside.
"Get in the car." Kelly said to her and they got into Kelly's car.
"Look, I have to know if I can trust you." Kelly said to Jane as she drove them down towards the water front.
"Trust me for what?" Jane asked her.
"We both know your hands are dirty." Kelly said, "I've been hearing things about you and Paddy Doyle and your involvement with his daughter."
"I am not involved with his daughter." Jane said to her.
Kelly gave her a look and Jane returned it. "I am not involved with his daughter." Jane repeated.
Kelly shrugged her shoulders, "Whatever you say."
"Where the hell are we going?" Jane asked her as Kelly pulled her car into the waterfront industrial area. A small warehouse sat in the distance. Kelly turned the car off and they got out and walked a ways down by the water.
"I want in on whatever deal you have with Doyle. And don't bullshit me anymore I know you're working for him." Kelly told her. "If you get me in, I'll work something out for you down here."
Jane thought for a minute about what she should say. She needed to play along with Kelly. Any hint that Jane wasn't actually as dirty as Kelly thought would probably really piss her off.
"What can you do for me here?" Jane asked, "I've got a good deal with Doyle, so I'm not too keen on leaving it."
"Money." Kelly said to her. "It's the answer to everything."
"If what you have here is so good, why give that up for Boston?" Jane asked her looking around the waterfront.
"I need to move on and I need someone to replace me here." Kelly told her. "I think you'd be perfect."
"Who do you work for?" Jane asked bluntly.
"I need to know first if you're even interested in taking over for me before I tell you that." Kelly told her.
"How do you know I'm not just going to run off to Denning and tell her you might be dirty?" Jane asked testing her.
"What proof do you have?" Kelly asked with a smile, "Plus, you're already dirty in her eyes. And the FBI's got you for the shooting on Agent Ford."
Jane squinted at Kelly, she wanted to ask Kelly if she was somehow involved in that but she held her tongue. Jane looked around the waterfront again. She was trying to see if anyone was watching them.
"Don't look so paranoid Rizzoli, it's not like I'm going to kill you and throw you in the harbor if you don't agree." Kelly said to her with a smile.
Jane chuckled nervously, "Yeah." She said running a hand through her long hair.
"You say yes, I can introduce you to my contact soon." Kelly told Jane, "But I need to know if you'll do the same for me."
"Doyle's going to jail." Jane told her.
"There's always someone left in charge. You just got to convince Doyle's second in command to give me a shot." Kelly said to her.
"I'll see what I can do on my end." Jane said as she stuck her hands in her pockets. "But to answer your question, yeah I'll take over for you."
Kelly smiled at her, "That's what I wanted to hear." She wrapped an arm around Jane's shoulders and they walked back towards the car.
"I'll see when I can get a meeting with my contact." Kelly told Jane as they got to the car. "I want to meet your guy too. It has to be discreet of course."
"Of course." Jane agreed, "I can do that. But my contact is back in Boston and I got the FBI breathing down my neck so it might take a few days or so."
"Not a problem. You'll meet my guy first." Kelly said as they got in the car. "So you want to get a drink now?"
"Uh, no. I probably should lay low for a bit." Jane told her. "It probably wouldn't be good to go out while I'm being investigated for shooting an FBI agent."
"Yeah I guess you're right." Kelly said with a laugh.
Kelly dropped Jane off at her apartment then took off. Jane sighed heavily as she rode the elevator to her floor.
She got off the elevator and went to her apartment. She noticed the door was opened a crack. She reached for her gun but realized it wasn't on her belt. "Shit." She cursed. She pressed her back against the wall by the door. She leaned over and pushed the door opened slowly. She peaked in and didn't see anyone.
She crouched down a little and cautiously stepped into the doorway.
"Rizzoli, what the hell are you doing?" Denning said to Jane from the kitchen area.
"GOD DAMN IT!" Jane yelled as she spun around to see Denning standing in her kitchen with Westcrow.
"What the hell are you doing in my apartment?" She yelled at them as she slammed her front door shut.
"Keep it down for the love of god." Westcrow said to her, "Jesus Rizzoli."
"We need to talk to you." Denning said to Jane.
"You couldn't knock?" Jane said to them but she looked over at Westcrow.
"We needed to be discreet." Denning told her.
"So you broke in?" Jane asked them.
"Hey, are we going to talk business or are you going to continue to bitch about us being in your apartment?" Westcrow asked with attitude.
"Well, by all means, come on in, have a seat." Jane said making a sweeping motion with her hand.
Westcrow and Denning went and sat down on Jane's couch. Jane sat in an arm chair. "What are you doing here?" Jane asked.
"FBI knows you didn't shoot Ford but they've agreed to play it like you have to catch the dirty cop." Westcrow told her.
"I know who the dirty cop is." Jane said to them.
"Who?" Denning asked surprised.
"Kelly McKay." Jane told them.
"No way. Kelly McKay is a highly decorated detective." Denning told her shaking her head in disbelief.
"I just met with her. She wants me to take over her operation down here and she wants to head up to Boston and take over my supposed involvement with Doyle's crew." Jane told her.
"I don't believe it." Denning said looking shocked.
"Believe it." Jane told her, "You knew it was someone on your task force, and she's it. I think she might have been involved in the killing of your informant too."
Denning sat quietly staring at the coffee table. Jane could tell she was trying to process the fact that someone she'd worked so closely with could be that dirty.
"I think she might have shot Ford too." Jane said to Westcrow.
"We'll start looking into it." Westcrow assured her.
"Listen, I need someone to be my contact from Boston, someone who Kelly will believe works inside Doyle's organization and who I've been dealing with for a while." Jane told Westcrow. "Not some rookie either."
"I've got the perfect agent. He's been reviewing Doyle's cases." Westcrow said to her.
"I need to speak to him, get familiar with him." Jane told Westcrow. "We can't go into this shit blind. It's my life on the line here."
"I'll contact him right now." Westcrow said then stood up and went into the kitchen and pulled out his phone.
"How the hell could I have missed it?" Denning said to Jane, "I just can't believe it."
"Don't beat yourself up." Jane said to her, "Sometimes it's easier to see stuff when you're not as close to the action." Jane told her.
"We're going to keep you suspended for now Rizzoli." Denning told her. "We'll feed information to Kelly when it's necessary. We need you to get in, find out her contacts, find out who she's actually working for." Denning said.
"That's the plan." Jane said as she sat back in her chair.
Westcrow got off the phone and came and sat back down. "My guy's name is Jackson Springer. He's on his way down now."
"I'm going to meet Kelly's contact probably soon. I had to tell her my contact would take a few days since the FBI's up my butt." Jane said and looked at Westcrow, "No offense."
"You do this for us Rizzoli and we get Stanton we'll have you assigned anywhere you want." Westcrow told her.
"Boston." Jane said, "After this I want to go home."
Maura sat on her couch in her living room. The TV was on and Maura kept rewinding and playing the DVR. It was only a small minute glimpse of Jane on the news but Maura's heart leapt when she saw her. Jane looked skinnier than the last time she saw her. She looked confused, and a little distraught. Maura hit the pause button when Jane turned and looked into the news camera.
Angela came in the side door and startled Maura. She turned off the TV quickly and stood up. "Oh Hello Angela." She said as she walked into the kitchen.
Angela pretended she didn't see that Maura was watching the News clip and continued into the kitchen.
"Hi Maura." Angela said as she grabbed a pot from the cupboard. "Did Frankie tell you that he called Jane and that she's just fine?"
"Yes, I saw him at work today." Maura said, "I wonder how she's doing though."
"You should call her." Angela said as she grabbed a cutting board and knife. "I bet she'd love to hear from you."
"Perhaps." Maura said quietly.
"Don't tell her I said this, but I think she really misses you." Angela said and that brought a small smile to Maura's face.
"I really miss her too." Maura said sadly.
Denning had left Jane's apartment while Westcrow stayed behind to wait for his man from the FBI. A few hours later there was a knock at Jane's door. Westcrow ducked into Jane's bathroom.
Jane opened the door to see a tall white man with blue eyes and brown hair standing in her doorway. "Can I help you?" Jane asked.
"I'm here." He said and pushed passed her and into her apartment. Jane was confused but she shut the door behind him.
"Westcrow get your ass out here?" The man called out.
Westcrow came out of the bathroom. "Keep it down dipshit."
Jane looked between the both of them. "Someone want to clue me the hell in?"
"This is Jackson Springer." Westcrow said to Jane.
"Nice to meet you." Jackson said to Jane. "So it's your ass in a bind huh?"
"Yes." Jane said to him, "Now can we get on with it please?" She said impatiently.
Jane, Westcrow and Springer sat and talked about a play by play plan about what they were going to do. Jane and Springer went over every detail, every conversation they would have needed to have. Jane needed Springer to be on point with everything. There couldn't be any doubt from McKay or whoever her contact was that Springer wasn't who he said he was.
"You understand that I need you to know your shit." Jane said, "It's both of us on the line now."
"I got it Rizzoli." Springer told her.
"We're working on a backstory for Springer right now. I've got someone working up a fake profile so he looks dirty." Westcrow told Jane.
"Listen, we've got this worked out." Westcrow told her. "Just wait for McKay to lead you to her contact, and then we'll introduce Springer and take it from there."
Westcrow and Springer left separately of course and Jane was now alone in her apartment. It was after 5am and she was well passed tired.
Jane went into her room and sat on her bed. She looked at the picture of her and Maura on the beach and she sighed heavily. "This will all be over soon." She told herself as she stood up and stripped off her clothes.
She took a shower then dressed in a pair of shorts and the Red Sox shirt that Maura sent back to her. It smelled like Maura's laundry soap. She took in a deep breath as she lay in bed. She thought of Maura as she fell asleep.
Maura sat down in her office. She was staring at her cellphone that was sitting on her desk. It was as if she was willing Jane to call her. But Maura knew Jane wouldn't be the first one to call. It had to be Maura. But what could she say?
Maura picked up her phone and she stared at the screen, the wallpaper was a picture of Jane and her after their softball game over a year ago when Maura wore her aerodynamically full body suit and Jane wore just the normal BPD uniform. They were frozen in time, two best friends as happy as can be. Jane had her arm around Maura's shoulders and they stood so close together. Jane was smiling her signature dimpled smile. Maura had her arm around Jane's waist; her face was turned from the camera as she looked at Jane, a huge smile stretched across her face.
Maura sighed and found Jane in her contact list and hit send. It rang three times.
"Hmm Hello?" Jane mumbled into the phone. She was lying face down on her bed, half her face mashed into the pillow.
"Jane?" Maura said, "Are you okay? You sound funny."
"M-Maura?" Jane stuttered out as she rolled onto her back.
"How are you Jane?" Maura asked feeling slightly nervous. Jane was silent on the phone. "Jane, are you there?"
"Yeah Maura, I'm here. I'm fine." Jane said to her as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
"Jane, I'm sorry." Maura said the words came out rushed. She took a breath to steady herself, "I'm sorry for everything. I'm not mad at you anymore. I never should have been mad at you." She said.
"What's going on Maura?" Jane asked worried, "Is something wrong?"
"Jane, I miss you so much." Maura said, she stifled her tears, "I've just, you need to know how much I'm missing you."
"I miss you too Maura." Jane said as she stared up at the ceiling, a tear rolled out from the corner of her eye.
There was a moment of silence between them. Maura sighed, "I better go." She said then paused a moment. "Stay safe Jane." She said, "I love you." And she hung up quickly before Jane could respond back.
"I love you too." Jane said out loud to no one. She sat up in bed and looked at the clock; it read 9:12am.
She got up out of bed and stretched with a big yawn. Jane went and took a shower then changed into a pair of black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. She had no where she needed to be till McKay called her to meet her contact.
Jane walked into her kitchen and poured herself a bowl of cereal then went to grab the milk carton from the fridge. She shook it and realized it was empty. "Damn it." She cursed and threw away the carton.
Jane left the bowl on the counter then went into the living room and sat down on the couch and turned on the TV.
Jane's cellphone rang and she got up and went into her room to grab it. "Rizzoli." She said.
"Janie, tell me it's not true." Frankie said on the phone.
"Uh, clue me in Frankie." Jane said as she walked back into the living room.
"There are rumors going around that you shot an FBI agent in the back." He said to her.
"Frankie, come on, you gotta know me better than that." Jane said to him.
"Just tell me you didn't do it." He pleaded.
"I didn't do it." She said and hung up on him. She was pissed off. How could he think so lowly of her? He used to look up to her; he used to have faith in her. Now he's questioning her, doubting her.
"I really, really hate Miami." She mumbled under her breath as she slumped down on the couch and watched TV till she fell asleep.
Jane was woken up by her phone ringing again. "Rizzoli." She said quietly.
"Hey, Rizzoli, meet me tonight at the Blue Flamingo." Kelly said on the phone.
"Am I meeting your contact?" Jane asked as she sat up on the couch.
"You got it." Kelly told her. "8 O'clock don't be late." She said and hung up.
As soon as she got off the phone Jane called Springer. "Hey, it's on for tonight."
"Listen, my contact name is Sean Nolan tell her you can arrange a meeting in a couple days. I'll work out the rest of the details." Jackson told her.
"Okay." Jane said and hung up. She got up and put her shoes on then decided to go get some groceries.
After Jane bought her groceries, she went home and put them away. She was at a loss as to what to do now. She never really liked down time from her work but she'd been in Miami almost a month now and she still wasn't used to it.
She thought about going down to the beach and trying to relax but she thought better thinking it might just bring back memories of Maura and she really didn't want to be thinking about Maura while she needed to get her head cleared for tonight. So Jane sat on her couch and wasted time watching bullshit on TV.
A knock at her door interrupted her laziness. Jane got up and answered the door to see Jackson standing there. She let him in and shut the door behind him.
"Everything is set up." He told her. "Here's the deal, you arrested me on some trumped up charges. I offered a meeting with Doyle to get me out of the charges. Doyle already knew who you were from the investigation into his son's murder. Of course Doyle had to test you out make sure you were willing to do anything to work in his organization." Jackson said to her as he handed her a folder.
"Who's this?" Jane asked as she opened the folder and saw the picture of some guy.
"That's the guy you murdered for Doyle." Jackson said and she looked up at him.
"But who is he?" She asked skimming the file.
"He's just someone who worked for a rival boss who was planning on invading dock territory that Doyle ran." Jackson told her. "Familiarize yourself with his file and this one here." Jackson told her and handed her an even thicker file. Jane took the file and tucked it under her arm.
"Contact me after your meeting tonight." He told her then he left.
Jane took the folders and went back over to the couch and sat down. She let out a breath before she dived in and started reading.