A/N: Just want to say hello to my new follower. If anyone would like to comment on my story or give a suggestion then please leave it in the comments. A brief summary so far. Jane is searching for Maura who is hanging out with a drug addicted singer. The reason why Maura is hasnt been revealed. Maura seems to treat Jane a bit coldly but there is a mutual attraction between them. Last chapter Jane had a flashback as to how she started hanging around there people. Apparantly she was tapped to go undercover to bring down Paddy Doyle as we all know is Maura's father. All good? I decided to break up chapter 3 because it is rather long but it all relates to each other and it is mostly just exposition.

Chapter 3: The Departed Part 2: Take It or Leave It

Barry Frost... My partner...

The first time meeting the young man and he looks as if death was warming him over. Like it was right behind him gripping his arm as he took my hand in his. He met my eyes on the level making us of equal height but being a man I would think he would outweigh me and put my lithe form to shame. His body was hidden under a leather jacket that now as he stood made him look like a child wearing his father's clothing. My vision reasoned me into astonishment as I noticed his hands were little more than bones. There were evident sparse gray hairs. He looked wasted away like trouble was always weighing him down and even his shoulders sloped and his head crooked downward as Frost regarded me with his weary eyes. Gripping my hand with a weighted look that seemed to stir my uneasy feelings again I knew I shouldn't be here. Panic was unsettling me.

"You have shown us outstanding courage Jane Rizzoli. And you are intelligent and able to think on your feet. That is exactly what we need." Cavanaugh was still talking. "We kept everything quiet about your identity from the papers as you have noticed. Your partner Bask of course had received a commendation for his part in the drug house bust." Frost had let go of my hand shuffling back to collapse in his seat again as if I didnt exist anymore even though his affect still lingered. He didn't notice it in my eyes. Like it did not exist. He did nothing and everything was withering away as soon as Frost let go. The room didnt remain for him. His superiors didnt. He collapsed into his seat but also into hisself. I kept watching him knowing exactly what nerves can do to someone. I recognized the fear. It was weighted on him from whatever assignment that this was. This death mission. This way of life that was taking his own. He infected me just then with his worry and fear. It was as if he was trying to unconsciously warn me in a way just by the mere frightening presence of him. No one else saw this passage between us and the Chief continued unabated, "As for you Rizzoli we are offering the career making chance of a lifetime. You go undercover and work getting information that can help bringing down the most notorious crimianl Boston has ever seen."

I finally looked at the Chief. A bit astonished. They wanted me on this. Who the hell was I? Is what I really wanted to say.

Cavanaugh shook his head. "Not everyone was entirely in agreement on this matter. But don't worry Rizzoli it isn't like you will be working by yourself. Frost here has been on the case for almost a year now. He is already in the organization to an extent. Our problem is we cant seem to move him up the ranks due to physical limits."

At that Frost scoffed, "Physical in a way that Doyle is a fucking racist. Me being a momma's boy, as Paddy's boys put it, and my momma being a dy-"

"Frost!"Korsak warned making the young detective fall silent. "I know you have been through a hell of a time recently but keep in mind who is in your presence." I felt a bit of pride seeing as how Korsak stood up for me just then, but still knew it wasn't appreciated on some level. My gut felt ready to drop realizing that the real reason behind me getting chosen for such a huge operation could have been all of Korsak's influence.

I felt sick.

I had to leave. I had to turn this down. "What makes you think I am going to be any better at getting ahead in the organization being a woman?"

"Jane we need you on this." The Chief pleaded. "Doyle is a family man first and foremost and we have found a way to get to him."

I was lead out of the office to the back half of homicide's floor where the interrigation rooms were and Frost fell in step behind the rest of us. Moving slow and deliberate as I guessed he was prone to do. Not too concerned with keeping up anymore. I chanced to look back at him and he carried himself as I did. Straight back eyes focused ahead. Although Frost was different because he didn't notice anything as if locked in his own mind and I was open to the world seeing it all. Being open to all experiences in my life which have contributed to me being as mature as I was have made me also susceptible to all danger concerning the unexpected because I was not protecting myself at that moment.

"Paddy Doyle's daughter, Maura." Korsak said motioning to the interrigation room all white gray and lone except a table and chair occupied by the very woman with which he referred.

This was the moment I was hooked. Like drugs can ensnare the mind so easily and love the heart, I was ensnared when I was ushered in to the holding room and brought to a two way mirror. From the outside looking in at a lone figure. Young, her eyes vibrant, and I knew she could not see me as she looked up from her vision being downcast. Holding her arms crossed as if protecting herself unlike me so open... I know now I was the one that needed protection.

From first sight Maura, I was certain, would be my downfall.