Chapter 6

The door closed hard behind Jane, startling Maura. "Is it naked day at BPD, Maur' and I just didn't hear about it?" Jane asked sarcastically as she tried to find her voice. Maura was caught off guard. She had not been expecting Jane for another ten minutes.

"I am not naked, Jane." The doctor informed Jane in a tone that reflected her own. "It's called a negligee. I wear them to sleep." The negligee fit Maura's body to perfection. The black, see-through lace that sculpted to her upper torso revealed her petite frame and left little to be imagined. The matching g-string exposed her chiseled legs that seemed forever long as Jane's eyes traveled from Maura's toes to her head. Jane paused at her chest for a long minute. Where have those been hiding? She thought.

"Um… I've slept here a dozen times, I have never seen you wear … this" Jane motioned at Maura's negligee with her hands. "I'm pretty sure I would have remembered it."
"That's because I didn't intend to sleep with you Jane, plus it would have made you extremely uncomfortable" Maura explained.

Jane was winced slightly at the first half of Maura's excuse, but she wasn't wrong. It would have been long awkward nights sleeping next to her best friend in the sexy lingerie. "So who did you wear it for?" Jane questioned.

"It's whom Jane, not who and no one. Sometimes I just like to feel good about myself."

"Ok…. Well can you please get dressed now?" Jane requested.

Maura strolled out of her bedroom a half an hour later as Jane fiddled with her phone. Jane peeked up from her cell to make sure the doctor was fully covered and not wearing any lacey, see-through crap. Satisfied, Jane followed Maura out of the house and into the cruiser.

The drive to BPD had been quiet. Their whole friendship had been uncomfortable ever since Jane told Maura her stupid dream. As they pulled in front of the building, Jane turned to her best friend. "Look, I just want to say something and then can we please just forget about it?"

"I doubt that I will forget about it Jane, but if you are asking that I not bring it up afterwards, that is possible." Maura answered.

Jane stared at the doctor. "Really? Can't you just say yes? You know what? Forget it."

"No, no. Please go ahead Jane."

"Ok. I am sorry about the dream. I should have never told you. I am sorry that I walked in on you this morning. I should have knocked even though you texted me to just come on in. Can we please go back to our friendship without this awkwardness between us?" Jane asked.

"I was unaware that there was awkwardness, as you call it, between us. But yes Jane, I will not bring it up again." Both women climbed out of the cruiser and walked into the building going their separate ways.

"Hey Jane, you were right. Looks like there is someone here to claim the body." Frost exclaimed

"Who is the father?" Jane inquired lightly.

"Sean O'Toole." Frost answered

Jane nearly choked. "Jimmy O'Toole's son?" Frost nodded. "So our dead victim is Jimmy O'Toole's grandson? The old Irish mobster?"
"Yes. His name is Connor." Frost continued.

"Ok. Let's keep this quiet and off the streets. Not a word of it to Maura. It may not be connected, but let's put a protective detail on her." Jane started pacing.

"What are you thinking Jane?" Sergeant Korsak pried.

"I'm thinking that this is not good." Jane's voice trailed off as she started fumbling with papers on her desk. Jane knew that Maura's father Paddy probably had no interaction with Jimmy, but she couldn't be sure about his son. Irish blood ran deep in South Boston. There would be no way that the two did not know each other. They probably ran South Boston together coming up. After the murder of Maura's biological brother, Jane did not want to take any chances. If they were coming for her best friend, she wanted to be ready.

"What are you looking for Jane?" Frost questioned, hoping that he could help.

"Colin Doyle." Jane started as she looked around making sure that no one would hear them. "Maybe it wasn't Tommy O'Rourke. Ok, well maybe it wasn't just him. What if there is a hit out on old mobster's children? First Colin, now Connor. It might not be a coincidence. Let's pull old case files, there may be a few more out there that we don't even know about."

"But Jane, there was no icepick this time." Frost stated.

"Right, because with Colin it was a direct message to Paddy Doyle." Jane explained

As Sergeant Korsak and Detective Frost headed toward the basement to pull cold cases that were mob related, Jane tried to catch her breath. She headed to the Division One Café. If there was anyone who could make Jane almost forget anything, it was her mother. Jane sat down at the table with her little brother. "What's the matter Jane? You look like you've seen a ghost?" Frankie laughed.

Jane shout out a quick SHH glance at her brother as their mother brought her a cup of coffee. "Good morning dear. I have some coffee for you. Is something wrong? You look a little pale? Have you been eating enough fiber? You know what the doctor said about that. Here let me go get you some pancakes." Angela meddled.

"For God's sakes ma! I'm fine." Jane growled at her mother. "I just came for some coffee."

Jane and Frankie exchanged looks as Angela walked away muttering something about ungrateful children. "Big case?" Frankie guessed.

"I think so. I will tell you more later when I know more. I just want to be sure first." Jane admitted.

Frankie nodded in understanding as Jane took her mug of coffee back to her office. Well that definitely cleared my head…. For a minute.

Korsak and Frost stumbled back into the office out of breath with two case files. "You may be right Jane." Frost said holding up the case files. "We have a Dylan Dermody and a Brian Flynn."

"As in Ronald Dermody and Jimmy Flynn?" Jane asked.

"One in the same." Frost confirmed.

Well Crap.