A/N: Here's chapter 2. This chapter is much longer. I hope you'll enjoy.

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Sucks.

"Maura come on! Do you really think that you're not in danger?" Jane Rizzoli was pissed at the situation. Piss at the evidence. Pissed at the fact that her best friend, Maura Isles, was choosing to ignore the obvious. "Someone's killing off the offsprings of the men who worked for Whitey Bulger and you don't think you're in anger?"

"I'm not saying that there's a possiblilty-"

"Possibility? Really Maur?"

"We can't say for certain that whoever's doing this knows my identity as Patrick Doyle's daughter." Maura tone was firm but it was clearly frustration her to be arguing, once again, about the situation. "But then again, with the way you're raising your voice, it's possible that somebody's heard you by now though."

Jane simply glares. "I should be storming out of here right now, but all that's gonna do is leave you alone and open for danger."

"You need to go back upstairs. You want to keep me safe, Jane?" Maura turns away from her best friend, tears forming in her eyes, back to her laptop. "Find out who's doing this."

Jane, knowing her best friend more than anyone, immediately feels the guilt as she hears the choking tear in her voice. "Maur-"

"Jane, just go. We both have jobs to do and I actually would like to be alone right now, thank you."

She hesitated, ofcourse for the longest time. She didn't want to leave her there, but she knew if she stayed, she would just upset Maura even further. Without another word, she sulks out of the office towards the elevator. She whips out her cellphone, dialing a trustworthy number.

"Frankie, hey. Look I know it's your day off, but I need a favor."...

"Patrick Doyle." Willow's voice captures the attention of her darkhaired girlfriend. She reading a file that she hacked into of the well known enforcer. "He's been in hiding for over twenty years, but there's been a speculation. A brief Irish mob confrontation with his unknown son was killed last year. His name was Colin Doyle. His real name was never identified. Mobster Tommy O'Rouke was identified as the his murderer but before the police could do something about it, he was found killed with an icepick, with a photo of Patrick Doyle holding a little baby girl. Police have no idea who the baby is, but they're pretty sure that it was Doyle who committed the murder for the death of his son."

Faith stares at the computer screen behind her girlfriend. A young darkhaired guy. Good looking. Dead. As much as it pained her, she had to admit to herself that he looked liked her. But her mind drifts to something else. The baby girl. Is that supposed to be me?

Willow continues. "He was a computer hacker and specialized with identity theft."

Faith turns around, her whole body becoming tense. "Great, so my whole family is full of criminals. And some say it's not genetic." Her voice drips with sarcasm.

Willow turns around in her seat and see Faith turned away from her and the computer. Not wanting to startle her, she slips her hands into her girlfriend's giving her a slight squeeze. "Faith, look at me." After a few moments of hesitation, she obeys. "If you want me to stop, all you got to do is say the word."

Faith actually considers it for a moment, shakes her head. "Continue. All of this is just a little intense that's all."

Willow turns Faith body to completely face her and wraps her arms loosely around her waist, her face right above her lower torso. She gives her a light kiss right below her belly button and suddenly Faith's tense body about 'family history'. She climbs into the chair, straddling the redhead's thighs both of her feet planted on the floor to keep the chair from spinning. But it sure couldn't keep her mind from spinning like always, when leaned in and deeply kissed Willow.

As for Willow, her hands were already under Faith tank top and taking it off, leaving her in the black bra. Willow hand find the brunette's toned bak once again, rubbing up and down and pulling the bodies together, while the brunette rubbed her fitted jean, clad pelvis against her lower torso. It never failed to amaze her how fast it and easy it was to distract her girlfriend.

Faith knew what her Red was doing but she was glad for the distraction. Sure, Willow probably wasn't planning that simple kiss to go this far, but neither was complaining. She runs her hands and fingers through shiny red hair, pulling her girlfriend's face into her cleavage as her eyes fall closed. Leaning foward as her moans slip into her lover's ear, her pelvic rubbing quickens in pace, her wetness already sticking to the inside of her jeans. "Fuck Red."

The redhead, taking the hint, slides her hand down from Faith back and unbuttons her pants, already knowing she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Beep. Beep.

The loud noise from the computer makes Faith to open her eyes, for what should have been only a moment. But with that, her eyes saw a face she would never forget.

Staring at the caramel head, beautiful woman stared at her on the cover of some medical magazine. Her eyes were so gorgeous that she couldn't even identify it's actual color. "Maura Isles?" Faith confusingly whispers as she stares at the computer screen, breaking away her girlfriend.

"What?" Willow's voice was breathless and was trying to figure out what had her girlfriend so distracted when her hand down her pants.

"Maura Isles." Faith's own was a little louder and hoarse. What the hell? What is she up here for? She climbs off of her girlfriend, pants still unbuttoned and spins her girlfriend's chair around so she can face the screen for an explaination.

Willow perks up at see the new file. She read it silently as she explains. "Oh, this is the file I was trying so hard to crack. It was deleted out of the BPD database quite well, like someone was hiding something from Colin's file." She reads a little more and her eyes widen, giving Faith some worry.

"What? What is it?"

"Apparently you have a sister too, but she's far from a criminal." Willow points at the magazine cover photo.

Faith eyebrows with confusion, looking back from the photo to her girlfriend, then back to the photo. "Maura Isles."

Willow confused by the Dark Slayer's reaction. "You know her?"

Faith shakes her head. "Not personally. She was a big deal in Boston when I was growing up. She's a few years older than me, but she was not only rich, but a genius. Literally. Left for school in France as a kid, heard she was a weirdo but everyone knew she was gonna be somebody big. Hell she was already somebody before she left. People like me hated and envied her." The last sentence slipped out before she could catch it, but she knew Willow wouldn't judge her.

Willow just silently nods her head before continuing reading. "She was in a closed adoption. She's the Chief Medical Examiner at for Boston Homocide."

Faith scrunches up her nose at that. "So she cuts open dead people?"

Willow chuckles a little. "Coming from the woman who slays vampires and demons for a living." Tension broken, Faith playfully nudges her with her elbow. "Her name does sound familiar though."

"I'm sure it does. Like I said her family's very known."

Willow shakes her head and starts clicking at her computer. "No. I think I read it somewhere in a file. Ah, here it is. Oh."

"What?"

"She did Colin's autospy. Detective Jane Rizzoli and Detective Barry Frost were the leading investigators on his case. Detective Rizzoli is also her emergency contact."

They sit together in silence. God, she has to do her own brother's autosy? Did she even know that was her brother? God this is so fucking frustrating! "That sucks." She calmly responds.

Willow, knowing her girlfriend was bothered by it, spins around in her chair to face her, her green sensitive eyes stare into dark brown ones. Her tone serious. "What now?"...

"Frost did you get information on that closed file?" Jane whispers to her partner as she comes to his desk. She was still frustrated that she upset her best friend, but she knew her brother would come through. She trusted him with her life and now he had to trust him with Maura's.

"I just cracked it and you won't believe what I've just read." The young detective whispered back.

Both Jane and her former partner, Vince Korsak, walked over to behind Frost's desk. Jane looks at the picture of the younger brunette woman. She didn't look that much younger than herself. Man, look at those dimples. They look like Maura's.

"Good work, kid." Korsack congradulated.

"Her name is Faith Lehane. Her paternity was sealed as she was raised by her mother, a hooker, until she was taken into custody of a professor name Diana Dormer. Three years later the professor was found murdered."

"Wait," Vince interrupts, "I worked this case. Body was ripped apart. Animal attack."

"In Boston?" Jane raises an eyebrow in his direction.

He shrugs. "That's what we said, but there was no other explaination."

Jane turns back to Frost. "So what happend to the kid?"

Frost reads a little on the screen. "Okay this where things get interesting. She went missing for about five months until she, along with a friend name Bufy Summers, was questioned for a murder in Sunnydale, California. You know that small, crazy town with the disturbing crime rate and is now giant hole that they could never explain?" He continues off their nods. "Turns out that the guy was a deputy mayor, Allan Finch, and was stabbed in the chest by sharp wood. Faith got a job for Mayor Richard Wilkins III and was beat up, stabbed and pushed off the roof of her penthouse that the Mayor gave her, fell into a coma for about eight months, but was also wanted for the murder of the deputy mayor and a volcanologist."

"Kid's got herself a sugar daddy?" Korsak curiously questions.

"Maybe." Jane wonders as well. "Sounds like to me this kid couldn't catch a break."

Frost nods in agreement, and continues. "Well, the next day, the Mayor was killed in an explosion after murdering alot a people at the highschool during the graduation her were graduating from. It's unclear what exactly happend. While Faith was in the a coma, she never got any visitations. In fact, she was never supposed to wake up but she did. She had a stand off with her former friend, Buffy, both at the the local college and at Buffy's mother's where she's held her mother hostage."

Jane dryly states. "Sounds to me someone was pissed."

"Police couldn't catch her and she ended up in L.A., leaving a trail of beatings and muggings night after night, someone finally tipped off the cops. A friend of hers, some guy named Angel almost took the fall when Faith escaped again, but she ended up turning herself in."

Vince sighs, flopping into the chair . "Well, wasn't all of that just exhausting."

Frost chuckles. "I'm not even done."

"You're kidding. I mean what more can she do, she's still in prison right?"

The young detective shakes his head. "She broke out a few years later. She didn't cause trouble in prison or anything. She was respected, nobody messed with her until the day before she broke out. Another immate tried to stab her with an unidentified knife while she was working out. Faith kicked her ass, even smashed her face with fourty-five pound weight. It was during that crazy eclipse in L.A. years ago."

"Is it me, or does this kid seem to be around whenever crazy stuff happens?" Korsak curiosity and suspicion comes out.

"You know, I think you're right." Frost agrees.

Jane drops another seat behind her partner's desk as she groans. Not another crazy conspiracy, Korsak. "Come on. Really?"

Frost raises his hands in defense. "I'm just sayin'. She was even in Sunnydale when it was abandoned, until right before it caved in."

With frustration, Jane rubs her hands over her face. "Okay, so I take it no one knows where she's at?"

"Actually, she resides in Cleaveland with her girlfriend, Willow Rosenberg, who was one of her friends in Sunnydale. She works with a Rupert Giles and Dawn Summers."

Jane looks up shocked. "What?" She looks around, realising she spoken too loud when the other officers look her way. She lowers her voice. "What? And she's not in jail.?"

Frost shakes his head. "Nope. Her case was thrown out. Something about them not having actual evidence and she was considered mentally unstable so her confession didn't hold."

Korsak grabs a donut off of Frost desk and stuff it in his mouth. "That's crazy. She broke out of prison."

"I guess she has friends in high places. Her lawyer was some guy named Charles Gunn from Wolfram & Hart. She even worked there afterwards, immediately made head of the security department."

Jane runs her hands through her hair, exhausted. "I would ask how she sprung that but I'm not sure she wants to know."

"That friend of hers, Angel, was the CEO of that particular branch. She's now a private investigator."

Jane stands up, not really want to hear anymore. Being a homicide detective, she's heard her fair share of stories, but this one way too much. she didn't know if she felt sorry for the woman or worried about being in the same room with her. But she didn't know one thing... "All I know is, as the daughter of Patrick Doyle and Maura's half sister, she definately a target. I just get the feeling she might take them out instead of the other way around."

A/N: Well that was exhausting to write lol. I hope you all take the time to review. Me love reviews :D...