A/N: Hi. Sorry it took me so long to post this. My computer wiped out all my stories and then I wrote this chapter I forgot to save it :(. But here it is. I didn't have time to proofread. I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I enjoy getting your reviews, favorites and alerts :D...

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Chapter 8

Faith's body tenses up, clutching the phone a little too hard. My father. "What do you want?"

"You got question, I may have some answers. Head out to the black van in front of your house."

Willow walks over the her girlfriend, sensing the tension to whoever was on the phone with her. "Faith? Faith, what's wrong?"

"Don't have alot of time Faith?"

"Fine." Faith hangs up the phone without another word. The phone startss to crack a little as her hand tightens with frustration.

"Faith drop the phone." Willow places a hand on her shoulder down dropping the phone on the phone. "Baby what's wrong? Who was that?"

"Doyle." Jane simply says. She knew exactly who it was before she even answered it. She kept the phone the mobster gave Maura the year before.

Without looking back at anyone, Faith heads for the door. "I gotta go."

"Wait!" Maura jumps up from the couch. "I'm coming with you."

"No you're not." Jane states. She didn't want Maura anywhere near that man. She was already in danger enough and she be damned if she loses the woman she lo-

"You're not coming with me." Faith wasn't going to let her newly found sister come with her to see their deadly dear old dad.

"Yes I am." Maura her answers were for both of the brunettes, but her eyes were focused on Jane's. "I'm going. I have things I have to have answered right now. I need to know what's going on."

Jane softens her jaw clenches. Why does she do this to me? "I'm coming with you."

"He didn't ask for you." Faith turns around, facing the back of Jane. She looks over to her her girlfriend, who beginning to look worried out of her mind. Vampires and demons were one thing, but mobsters were a whole different playing field. "Red, I'm goin' to be fine." Willow just simply nods her head with "I love you."

"I don't give a fuck what he asked for." Jane snapped back. She didn't like this. She didn't like this at all and be damned if something were to happen to Maura.

"Jane." Maura's voice softly retrieve Jane's attention. She steps closer to her, the doctor's hands reaching out towards the detective's.

Faith glances down at Jane's hands as Maura's slides her own into them, noticing the scars in the middle of both of them. She keeps a mental note about them.

"I'll be fine." Maura continues. "Faith will be there with and as much I do not like assumptions, I'm sure she'll have the ability to protect both of us if anything were to go wrong." She feels the detective tense up the moment she mentions her sister's name. She knows Jane is territorial towards her. It was obvious. She steps closer to her best friend, feeling the tense body heat radiating off of her, her own eyes pleading with the darker ones. "Jane, I have to do this."

Jane eyes begin to fill a little, quickly regretting it sense there were other people in the room. "I can't let you leave me." Her voice cracks a little, she regrets that to.

Willow, not really wanting to break their moment, slowly and carefully moves closer to the unofficial couple. More so to the brunette. "Jane," her voice was soft and gentle. "I going to try and do a spell. With everyone going to be possibly busy with other things, I may need your assistance." She pauses, thanking herself for not babbling. "This could really help out." She didn't really need help with the spell. Even if she did, Dawn would obviously be the first choice for such. Hell, even Frankie, Barry, or Vince would also be an equivalent choice to her, but she knew what it was like to sit and wait for someone that you love when their involved in possible danger, not knowing if they're coming back. The spell would just be a distraction, it'll give Jane something to do until her love comes home.

Jane, not looking at averting her eyes from everyone, trying not to let her tears fall. Listening to Willow, she knows that her selfishness of wanting to be everything for Maura, including her protector could be preventing them of getting what they need. Her shoulder slouch, showing defeat for a moment, before straightening back up. Detective Mode. "Alright you go. I'll stay here with Rosenberg. Frost, Korsak, Frankie, see if you can assist Summers with anything. I want this done and over with as soon as possible."

Korsak, Frost and Frankie immediately follows orders. Not neccessarily to find Dawn, but to retreat away from the awkwardness in the room.

Maura gives Jane's hands one final squeeze before walking past her towards the front door. She looks up at Faith. She could tell that the Slayer didn't want her to come with her, but she didn't have a choice. There was no way that Maura was walking away from this without answers.

"Wait!" Willow rushes towards the chest that is located by the television. She opens it up, pulling out sword. She tosses it to her girlfriend, and the Slayer catches it with ease. They locks eyes for another moment before Faith turns towards the door, ready to face whatever her unfortunate father had to bring.

"Protect her, Lehane." Jane firmly speaks without even looking back.

"With my life, Rizzoli." And with that, Faith opens the front door, leading the caramel haired beauty out into the cold Boston air, her protective instinct firmly in place.

The two of them simply stand on the front steps for a moment. It's at that moment that they realize that this is the first time they've been alone together. And all the time they've been in each company in almost the past twenty-four hours, there weren't that many words exchanged between the two. Better late than never.

Faith looks ahead and sees the black van double parked beside her car, just like Doyle said it would. "You know I don't want you here, right?"

Maura, not sure if it was a rhetorical question or not, decides to answers. "Yes, I'm aware. But I'm also aware it's not your choice to make."

Understanding, Faith pulls out a dagger and a stake from her jacket and slips it into Maura's hands. Maura looks up at her with questioning eyes. Faith simply shrugs, not really wanting to get into it. "Heard you were good with a sharp edge. Don't know if it runs in the family or what, but you may need it." Maura just slowly nods, slipping the weapons in her coat pocket. Faith pulls out a cigarette and lights it inhaling deeply, Maura trying her hardest not to spill out facts about the dangers of such actions, as the smoke releases from the lungs. "Let's roll."

Sword in hand the Slayer smoothly moves towards the back of the vehicle, with Maura cautiously behind. The back door open as the two step up to it and two men dressed in all black reach out for them to help them in. The two men walk up to the front of the van, occupying the front seat, leaving the two sisters behind sitting across from each other with nothing to say as the ciagarette smoke fills up the enclosed air...

The lights were dimed. Candle lights and fireplace flickers throughout the room. And right now, Jane was placing various item, that smelled so awful she really didn't want to know what it was, on the table in front of Willow. She felt silly. But she couldn't say she didn't believe in magic, not when this very woman threw her across the room with even moving."So what exactly are we doing?"

Willow pulls out her locator map. "I'm doing a locator spell. Dawn said something about an Aged Potential. I'm going to see if I can locate her. You might want to brace yourself. It's going to get really smelly in here." She begins tossing the ingredients into the fire and begins the incantation. "To light the aura of the new, Skin of snake and chrysalis, too. To indicate the fresh reborn, Tumbleweed and rose bush thorn. An egg that means the life to come, Take this, o spirits, and my spell is done." She tosses a hard boiled egg into the fire. The smell immediately travel throughout the room.

"Holy hell!" Jane covers her mouth and nose, ready to gag. For a moment in fact, she felt like Frost. She moves over to the other side of the room, trying to capture the last bit of freshair left in there. "I've smelled dead bodies that smelled like a frsh shower compared to that. Jesus."

Willow grins a little as a red ball of light forms from the fireplace. All she needed to know was where the light was heading. The ball surprisingly flies across the room...

The whole ride was filled with silence. In fact, they barely looked at each other. Faith was more concerned with listening out for possible trouble.

Maura finally speaks up, the silence making her too uncomfortable. "I've been in this van before." Faith looks over at her with furrowed eyebrows. Maura slightly shurgs. "They painted it black, but it's the same exact vehicle."

The vehicle finally stops and they both tense up. Faith grips her sword as Maura uncomfortably fingers her loaned dagger. With another second the door swings open, but no one is seen. Faith cautiously steps out of the vehicle. She can sense someone there but she doesn't see them. She turns back around, giving Maura a hand out of the van. Maybe I should have given her some sneakers or something. Those heels ain't gonna cut it. She turns back around, keeping Maura behind her. One hand on her sword, one hand on her sister.

"Okay, where are you? You told me me to come, I'm here." Faith eyes continue to scan the room. "In fact, you're a lucky man tonight. Got yourself a two-for-one special."

"Never thought I see the day," They two women turn around to see Doyle, the no bullshit, rugged, middleage, leathal man stand on a few feet behind them. "That the two most precious women in the world would be together in my presence." He looks at the brunette as she steps in the front of the lighter haired woman. "Hello Faith." He turns to his other daughter, the one he's met the year before. "Pleasure to see you again Maura." The woman looks away from him.

Faith wasn't sure what to do. She'd dealt in some unfortunately dealings before, but this wasn't her area of expertise, no matter where she grew up in. She looks down at at Doyle's gun. Dammit. Brought a sword to a possible gunfight. Should have brought to crossbow atleast for Maura. "You got something to say Poppa Pat, 'cause we ain't go all night."

Doyle nods his head, understanding that she just wanted to get down to business. "I know what you are Faith and I know your current situation. You have questions, I have answers."

"Yeah you said that already. I want to know what the hell is going on." Faith was trying to keep her cool. If it was just him and Doyle, her comfort level would be practically at ease, but Maura was there and she needed to get her out of there as soon as possible.

"There's a prophecy-"

"We know that. Do you know what it is?"

Maura senses Faith discomfort and places her hand on her back. "Faith."

Faith relaxes a little and takes a deep breathe. "Look, we need to know that prophecy. We need to know what it's talking about."

Doyle nods, glad that Faith had relxed enough to take the calm route. "Decades ago, there were gangs of Boston, mostly Irish. We were young, power hungry, and some of us, even even foolish. Some unknown members of different gangs came together and made a deal. A deal with darkness. It's called The Black Irish Death. Blood for power in the supernatural underworld of Boston. Problem was, they didn't realize that the blood that was target not their own, but the blood of their decendents. But not just their, but all of the gangs."

The light bulb clicks in Faith's head. "That's why all of the families kids been dropping like flies." All of her old friends pawn. "I thought all of this was about reviving gang rivalties between the families. It was ice picks that was killing them right? Not supernatural."

Maura just listened at first, trying to keep up. "Actually I declared them to be possible animal bites. I wasn't able gather dna though for confirmation."

"I believe the you, Faith would know them to be vampire bites."

Faith letting the information sink in. So she was in danger. So was Maura. All because of fuckin' power hungry thugs! "This is fuckin' ridiculous. So The Black Irish Death was a pact made between who, unknown gang members with Irish vampires of Boston?"

Doyle again nods."There are many players in this prophecy. The Blood King. It'll be someone of darkness. Someone who thrive on the blood that fills the streets. Someone or something that is looked up to. They will lead the killings of the vampires."

Faith runs her fingers through her hair. "Unless you're rollings vampires, I guess it isn't you." She eyes him suspiciously for a moment. "Who else?"

"You have the Dark Slayer-"

"I already got that part. It's me. What else."

"It's unsure what side the Dark Slayer. Then you have The Death Queen. The Blood King would need someone by his side. Someone who is sees as a fascination. If she gets consumed by darkness, by his side she will stand."

Faith was stumped. More so, she was scared. Is it me? God I hope not. I can't- I can't go down that road again. I just can't. Fuck haven't I proven myself enough already! "What about The Aged Potential. What's that about? Potentials all around the world have been activated already. We did this years ago."

"That's true, but if my sources are correct, they didn't actiavate the Potentials that were skipped never in the years before the spell. Potentials that were never called over the years."

Maura catching on before her younger sister. "Hence the Aged Potential."

Doyle nods. "The Aged Potential is the only one who can save The Queen. She's only a potential, but if she saves The Queen, she'll be activated."

We need to find this Potential. I need to call Red. "And I take it you have no idea who it is."

"Oh I have an idea." Doyle walks closer to Faith, his hard eyes looking squared into hers. "And if you think hard enough, you'll figure it out to."

Figure it out how in the hell am I supposed to- Oh! Holy Shit! "Jane." The weird senses she gets from her, the reflexes, everything.

Maura shakes her head making sure she heard right. But she knew she did. Her heart drops, because not only did she figure out who the Aged Potential was, she may have just figured out who The Death Queen was too. But she didn't have time for a word to get out because Faith ear twitches and her body tenses up to the extreme. Without a second thought, Faith snatched her and throws her inside the van.

"Get down!"

Bullets begin to fly...

A/N: Uh oh. Sorry to leave it right there. Revelations and Drama will continue...