A/N: Nice. 172 followers and growing with only one chapter! You all are awesome! Also, I'm glad you guys are loving the story so far. More things will be revealed about both women as we go along. But for now, I like keeping the mystery. Thanks for joining me for this ride!

Kill & Collect

Chapter 2

Buzz... Buzz... The repetitive noise drew the brunette from her slumber. Her eyes cracked open and she took in the surroundings of the darkened, unfamiliar room. The hotel. She then felt a warm hand on her abdomen. She shifted her head carefully to the right and saw the face of a gorgeous woman sleeping peacefully beside her. The blonde. She began to retrace the events of the past few hours. The bar, the dance, the extremely hot sex. The pieces all fell together. Her attention was soon drawn back to the buzzing. The noise was coming from her leather jacket on the floor. The brunette stealthily slipped out of the bed, careful not to wake the blonde. Standing nude in the middle of the hotel room, she reached down for her jacket and fished out her cell phone from the pocket.

"Yeah," she quietly answered.

"Report to location B76 in thirty minutes." The line disconnected.

Time to work. No questions. She looked at the time on her phone, 4:45am. She realized she had only been asleep an hour tops. The brunette quickly and quietly gathered up her clothing and got dressed.

As she threw on her leather jacket, her eyes briefly fell on the slumbering woman in the bed. If only things were different. If only she were a normal human being. Then maybe... The brunette shook her head and went for the door, but something stopped her. A pull towards the other woman that she could not deny. She slowly turned back towards the bed and found herself walking over to the sleeping woman. She watched the blonde for a while, thinking about what they had shared. The connection between them had been intense and unlike anything she had ever encountered before. She had felt alive… and it felt good. A ghost of a smile was on the blonde's lips as she inhaled and exhaled peacefully. Who was this woman? She had made the brunette feel special and like a human being again. But now she had to leave.

The brunette carefully leaned down and gently pressed a kiss to the blonde's temple. She leaned back and her eyes lingered on the woman for a moment. This was goodbye. She would never see this woman again and that fact was disheartening. Extremely disheartening, but that was how it had to be. The brunette quickly crushed those feelings and headed out the door, never looking back. She had a job to do.

The brunette arrived to the specified location, on time as instructed. The destination was in an alley downtown that was well hidden and deserted. Within seconds, a man appeared from the shadows, holding a large manila envelope. She had seen the man before. He was one of the many flunkies that worked for the main man that called the shots. She took the file without a word and the man walked away. This was her life now. Receiving files in the darkness of the night. Files that contained information on the person she had to assassinate. A picture, location and time. That was all she was provided. That was all she needed. Kill and collect, no questions asked. This was her code.

Within an hour she was positioned on a rooftop, overlooking an apartment building. Her target would be arriving soon. With her sniper rifle setup to perfection, she aimed with a keen eye, peering through the scope cross-hairs. The target soon emerged from the apartment building. She pulled the trigger without hesitation and a single bullet tore through the man's chest, straight through his heart. Target eliminated. Unfeeling, the brunette quickly packed up her equipment and stealthily fled the area. When she was clear she pulled out her cell phone and hit speed dial. The line connected and she knew it was him listening.

"It's done," she said.

Without waiting for a reply, she hung up and tossed the phone into the nearest trashcan.

2 weeks later…

Durable sneakers pounded the pavement of Central Park at a steady pace as the brunette jogged her early morning route. A few others were out but most of New York was still soundly resting in their beds. This was the best time of her day. No missions. No assignments; just the cool breeze blasting against her face and the fresh air filling her lungs. These moments to herself were rare. Moments that almost made her normal and she could temporarily touch a small snippet of the woman she used to be.

That woman's name was Jane… Jane Rizzoli. The name seemed so foreign to her now; a distant anomaly that was now erased from her past, present, and future. Something she had willingly chosen to erase just a few years ago. 'Jane' used to get up and run early in the morning. 'Jane' used to hang out with her colleagues at the bar. 'Jane' would spend a Sunday evening sharing dinner with her family. 'Jane' watched sports games with her brothers. Hell,' Jane' even dated every once and a while. But Jane Rizzoli no longer existed. She was only a shell of that woman.

She was nameless now… faceless… a shadow. A killer.

With trained determination, the brunette pushed those memories out of her mind. She jogged a little faster, pushing herself as she hit a steep portion of the path. Her strong legs carried her further and further away. As if she was trying to run away from those memories. She refused to think of her past. She was conditioned to be indifferent, unremorseful, unfeeling… that was the life she had chosen. Kill the target and collect the money. She didn't care who the target was, what they did, or what they meant to others. This was her job. The job was her life.

Finishing her morning run, the brunette climbed the steps of her building. She had no neighbors. The building only led up to her loft up on the second floor. She opened the door and immediately stripped off her dampened sweatshirt. It was a nice space she was set up in this time. High ceilings, wood floors, a stylish kitchen with all the utilities needed, a den with a television and furniture, and a large bed. This had been her home for only two months now. Previously, she was in Dallas and before that Los Angeles. She never knew where she would be told to live next or why. She just simply went where she was told. If she needed to be in New York, she'd be here. If she had to be in Seattle, she'd be there. It could be from a few weeks to a year. Nothing was permanent.

After chugging down a bottle of water, she headed to her bathroom in desperate need of a shower. As she stripped down, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She stared into her own darkened brown eyes. They were so empty… so drained from a tormented past… so joyless. But what did she have to be joyful about these days?

She stepped into the shower and immediately allowed the semi-warm spray to rain over her head. Closing her eyes, her mind began to drift once more… not about her past life but to that night. To the night she met that woman. For the past couple weeks her thoughts would be constantly inhabited by 'her' and their encounter. No matter how hard she tried, she could not shake that night. She could not erase the mystery blonde her from her thoughts. She could still feel her, smell her, taste her, as though everything had just happened. Was that normal?

As she began to lather shampoo into her long dark hair, she allowed her thoughts to wander back to that night.

The blonde had forcefully shoved the brunette's hand between her legs and quivered at the touch. The brunette felt the dampness of the other woman's arousal through silk panties. Their eyes locked as she began to gently stroke the blonde through the laced material and the blonde let out a soft moan, beginning to rock her hips.

"Uh... oh..." the blonde moaned.

Ripples of excitement ran through the brunette as she heard the blonde's sighs of pleasure. The more she rubbed the wetter and louder the blonde became. Their mouths met once more and their tongues battled for dominance. With a skilled hand, the brunette reached around and unhooked the blonde's bra. After a while the blonde broke the kiss and looked into dark brown eyes. She allowed the lacey garment to fall from her body and the brunette swallowed, trying to control her arousal, as creamy breasts were revealed to her. The blonde leaned forward so their lips were barley touching.

"Fuck me," she demanded, breathing heavily.

The brunette's nostrils immediately flared at the request. In an abundance of strength and determination, the brunette gripped the blonde's waist and maneuvered them on the bed so she was on top. Before the blonde could say anything, her panties were moved aside and two long fingers were buried inside of her. She let out a guttural moan as the brunette filled her, causing her back to arch. The blonde was so warm and wet, the brunette had never been so turned on in her life. Not wasting time, she began to pump in and out, using her entire body to push into the woman below her.

The blonde wrapped her legs around her waist and pulled the brunette's head down into a rough kiss as the taller woman continued to fuck her. "Oh, God… so good, baby."

The brunette's mouth latched onto the woman's neck and her free hand cupped one of the blonde's luscious breasts. "You're so fucking sexy," the brunette whispered against heated skin.

The blonde moaned louder as a third finger entered her. "Fuck…"

The brunette rocked harder and pushed deeper as the blonde moved with her rhythm. She could feel the muscles tightening around her fingers. The blonde was close. The brunette leaned her forehead against the blonde's and their panting breath mingled. In a swift move, the brunette maneuvered her thumb over the blonde's clit and that's when the woman below her came undone. Her body writhed with pleasure and moaned loudly as pleasure overtook her body. It was the most beautiful sight the brunette had ever seen.

She suddenly snatched herself from the memories of that night and turned off the shower. She remembered all of it and knew she had to forget it… had to forget her. Exhaling a shaky breath, she grabbed her towel and began to dry herself.

Moments later, she padded into her bedroom, wrapped in a towel. That was when she saw a familiar manila envelope on her bed. The calling card of another mission. Without thought, she opened the envelope. Inside there was a single airline ticket to Paris, France, information about which alias to use and hotel accommodations. She would receive further instruction when she was in Paris. The flight was scheduled to leave in two and a half hours. She quickly got dressed, packed a weeks worth of clothing, and sorted through her hundreds of passports and fake IDs, finding the one she was to use. It all came with the art of being invisible.

Within 24 hours…

She was in France under the alias Suzanne McKenna. She rented a car and drove to the hotel she was assigned to stay in. To the rest of the world, she was a common American tourist. Upon entering her hotel room, she tossed her black duffel bag on the bed and unpacked her laptop. Running on autopilot, began to setup at the provided office desk, booted up her laptop and sat down. She then reached under the desk and obtained a flash drive that was taped there, just where she was told it would be.

She inserted the drive in her laptop and opened the only file provided. The first item to pop up on the screen was the photo of her next target. Her eyes widened in shock and she leaned in, taking a closer look.

"What the fuck?" She whispered to brunette's heart instantly stopped upon seeing the photo. Time stopped. She frowned in confusion as she examined the photo.

The honey blonde hair, the hazel eyes, the perfect porcelain skin, those kissable lips. It was her. The photo was a headshot of the mystery woman that had been on her mind for the past couple weeks. The brunette temporarily covered her mouth and shook her head. No. She was her next target? This had to be a mistake. But she knew her boss never made mistakes. The brunette felt sick to her stomach and her heart beat began to pound in her ears. She was her next target? The brunette kept staring at the picture of the woman's smiling face. She kept willing the photo to be of someone else, that she may be hallucinating, but she was not imagining this. It was definitely her; the blonde she had spent the most amazing night of her life with.

She scrolled down past the picture. The location was a hospital with a provided address. The blonde would be exiting the East side of the building sometime between 12am and 1am. A hospital? Was the blonde a doctor of some kind? A surgeon? A pediatrician? Why did he want her dead? What had the blonde done to deserve this?

The brunette closed her eyes, shutting off the questions in her head. She was breaking her code. Kill and collect, no questions asked. What was happening to her? It had never mattered who the target was, what they've done or why they were to be terminated. It never mattered. She scrolled up and looked into those smiling hazel eyes again. But she had questions. When it came to her, she had questions.

The brunette closed her eyes tightly and shook her head, trying to focus. NO QUESTIONS. She drilled the two words into her head like a mantra. NO QUESTIONS. This was just a job. This was just another target. She was damn good at her job and would do it. Nothing and no one would stop her. She would eliminate her target and collect her money; same as any other mission. NO QUESTIONS.

She entered the target's location into her GPS, printed the photo, and shut down her computer. It was 8:35am Paris time and she was exhausted. She had time to grab a few hours of sleep before her mission that night.

The brunette hustled across the rooftop that was diagonal from the hospital building. She had scoped out a location a couple hours before and decided this was the perfect vantage point to spot her target. She expertly set up her rifle and set the mount on the edge of the building's ledge and waited.

She could do this. She would do this.

A half an hour had passed and she had watched several different hospital employees enter and exit the hospital's side door. There had been no sign of her target yet. Off in the distance, she could see the glowing lights of the Eiffel tower. The golden lights of the building were beautiful and a sight her 'old self' would have treasured. But she could care less about the iconic structure right now.

The door to the building opened once more and a woman with honey blonde hair stepped out. The brunette quickly positioned the rifle and peered through the scope. Her breath caught as the blonde's face came in focus behind the crosshairs. The brunette's breath caught. It was really her. Her hair might have been done up in a ponytail and make up slightly faded, but she was just as beautiful as the night they had met. Her mystery woman. Her target.

The brunette inhaled and exhaled a deep breath. Focus. Eliminate the target. She placed her finger on the trigger and steadily aimed the crosshairs over the blonde's head as the woman began to walk down some cement steps to the sidewalk. She had her. She was in her sights. Perfect opportunity. All she had to do was squeeze. But something unexpected was happening. To her utter surprise, her trigger finger began to tremble and her breathing became labored. She was losing focus. Squeeze damn it.

"Hé, Maura!"

The shout caused the blonde to turn back towards the hospital and the voice slightly rattled the brunette. She pointed the scope away from the blonde to the source of the outburst. Another woman dressed in a long white doctor's coat was smiling holding up what appeared to be a set of keys dangling on a key chain.

The blonde seemed relieved and jogged up a few steps to take the keys from the woman's hand. They exchanged a few words. The brunette could not hear what they were saying but the blonde gave the other woman a polite pat on the shoulder before they parted ways. The brunette brushed off the interruption and had her in the center of the crosshairs once more. The blonde headed down the steps and made it to the sidewalk.

"Just do it," she urged herself. "Fucking do it."

She tried to steady her trembling hand as she followed the movement of her target. The blonde was a few feet away from a vehicle and hit the auto-unlock button, causing the car to beep. The brunette was about to lose her chance. She kept her in her sights. The blonde was now next to the driver's side door. Sweat gathered on the brunette's forehead and her finger was ready to engage the trigger. The blonde opened the door. Squeeze! Do it! Do it!

SLAM. The blonde had safely climbed into her vehicle and closed the door. Before the brunette realized what had happened, the woman had started her car and pulled into traffic. The target got away. Mission failed.

The brunette closed her eyes and lowered her head, exhaling the breath she had been holding. "Shit…"

Who knows where the blonde was now and it was too late to try and follow her. She had choked and to make matters worse she now knew a little more about her target than she should. A name.

"Maura," she softly whispered to herself.

The brunette returned to the hotel. As soon as she entered her room, she began pacing back a forth. She was frustrated and angry at herself. What she had done was unacceptable and had never happened before. She had always completed her mission… no matter the consequences or the cost. What had happened? The brunette raked her hand through her unruly dark hair, shoulders tense. She knew what happened. Maura happened.

Suddenly, the cell phone in her back pocket began to ring. The brunette froze. She knew who that was. With bated breath, she answered her phone and held it up to her ear.

"Is the target eliminated?" His creepy voice asked.

The brunette swallowed her pride before speaking. "Negative. There was a… complication."

"A complication…" An indignant deep raspy voice repeated. There was a pause. "Do we have a problem?"

"No problem. The target was compromised. Request to have target's address to finish job. It can be handled tonight."

"Request denied. This will be done my way. Terminate the target tomorrow. Same location and time. Understood?"

"Affirmative."

"And Jane? I don't give second chances. Don't fail me again."

The line went dead.

The brunette stood frozen in the center of the hotel room. He used her name… her real name. That was new and somewhat disturbing. Then again, the man who had taken her under his wing... the man she only knew as Hoyt, had always been disturbing to her. But she was lost and he seemed to be the only solution to pain those years ago. She brushed off the uneasy feelings and decided to get cleaned up.

Sleep was not an option. With one bedside lamp on, illuminating the room in dim light, the brunette sat in the center of the bed on top of the comforter. Her hands moved in controlled fluid motions as she disassembled and reassembled her handgun. All she could do was ponder on her fuck up, knowing she had to fix it. She wanted to focus on anything other than her next mission but that was impossible. She had to kill her. A beautiful, tender, wonderful woman named Maura. She closed her eyes thinking back to that night.

The brunette's body arched and a pleasurable moan escaped her lips as an intense orgasm racked her body. Her heart was racing and sweat coated her lean body. She needed that. Her fingers soon loosened their grip upon the honey blonde curls of the head between her legs. Wow. The brunette opened her eyes and looked down at the blonde. Hazel eyes were staring back at her along with a cheeky smile.

"So sexy," the blonde whispered as she climbed back up the taller woman's body.

The blonde hovered above the brunette, causing her long honey blonde hair to curtain around them. She leaned down and kissed the brunette deeply. The brunette felt a thrill run through her body as she tasted herself in the other woman's mouth. She may not know much about this woman but she knew for certain that she had a talented tongue. The blonde pulled back and looked down at the brunette once more. She lightly bit her bottom lip.

"Would you… like to stay?" She softly asked.

The brunette's eyebrows slightly arched at the sudden question.

"I mean, you don't have to stay," the blonde quickly spoke up. "I'm simply suggesting if you'd like to stay and rest I… well, I wouldn't mind."

The blonde lowered her hazel eyes shyly and a soft blush formed on her cheeks. The brunette found this endearing. The blonde wanted her to stay.

"Uh… yeah. I could rest for a short while."

The blonde smiled softly, relief spreading across her features. "Okay."

They looked into each other's eyes for a passing moment before the blonde hesitantly leaned in. They both felt shy now. Their lips met in a soft kiss and they gazed at one another. Both of them wanted to say more but were too afraid. The blonde smiled at her once more before shifting off the brunette's body and settling herself under the blankets.

The brunette felt her heart pounding in her chest and knew this reaction was not from the sex, but from just being near this woman. She made her feel amazing; like she could do anything. She stared at the wild locks of blonde hair that were mussed from their sexual escapade, then her eyes traveled down the blonde's body which was covered under a bed sheet. The brunette had the overwhelming need to hold her. No… that would be too much. She could not allow herself to become attached. But without her awareness, she already was.

Being next to each other, knowing the other one was close, was enough for them. The brunette felt safe. She had not been sleeping well for a long time and right now she felt the temptation of slumber drawing her in. Her eyes closed and she drifted off, knowing the most caring, gentle and beautiful woman was lying next to her.

CLICK. The brunette snapped the final piece onto her gun. Pointing the unloaded gun upwards, she leaned the top of the barrel against her forehead and closed her eyes. She knew what she had to do.

"I am so fucked," she whispered.

The following evening, the brunette arrived at the same place and time as instructed. However, instead of taking her position on the roof across from the hospital, she sat in her rental car a few spaces down from Maura's vehicle. Despite her Hoyt's order to eliminate the target at this location she decided to tail the blonde home. Not to kill her, but to save her. She knew their would ultimately be consequences to her actions, but fuck it. What did she have to live for anyway? All she knew was Maura had to live.

She waited patiently for the blonde to exit the hospital. The brunette studied her as she made her way to her car. Holding a cream designer purse, she was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans with heeled black boots. Her hair was down and she look a little exhausted. This made the brunette wondered what kind of day the other woman must have endeared.

Soon the blonde climbed into her vehicle and pulled into the street. The brunette followed and was careful not the spoke the other woman, making sure to stay at least two cars behind. The drive took a good thirty minutes before the blonde's car finally pulled into the driveway of a simple one story home. The brunette had already killed her headlights earlier to remain out of sight. She pulled up next to the sidewalk across the street, a few house down from Maura's.

The neighborhood was quiet, clean, and had nice green grass and hedges, obviously a suburban area. The blonde disappeared inside of the home and soon some lights were turned on. The brunette rolled down the power window and brought some binoculars up to her eyes. She temporarily saw the woman's silhouette walk near a window and disappear further into the house. Now what? The brunette did not have a plan.

"And Jane? I don't give second chances. Don't fail me." Hoyt's words echoed through her head. His threatening words. She lowered the binoculars and she closed her eyes. For the first time in the three years she had worked for him she was defying him. She had to. The brunette took a shaky breath and shook her head. She couldn't kill her and she knew her failure to do so would have consequences. Possibly lead to her own demise, but she did not care. Maura needed to live. Why? That was not exactly clear to her, but she knew the blonde would not die by her hand and she would do everything in her power to-

The cocking of a gun snapped her out of her revere. She opened her eyes in alarm and her body froze.

"Posez vos mains lentement sur le volant," a female voice demanded.

She knew that voice but had no idea what was being said. She could take a guess though. She slowly set aside the binoculars and raised her half gloved hands. Her face was hidden by the shadows due to her choice location of concealing her vehicle. A lot of good that did her.

"Posez vos mains sur le volant."

"I don't speak French," the brunette countered.

"Put your hands on the stirring wheel," the woman demanded, quickly switching to English.

The brunette did as she was told, her eyes remaining forward.

"Who are you?" The woman spoke with an authoritative tone. "And why were you tailing me?"

The brunette slowly turned her head, facing the person currently pointing a gun at her head. The light from the streetlamp caught her features just then and the other woman gasped.

"You…" the blonde shakily breathed. The recognition was evident in her voice.

The brunette was finally able to look into the hazel eyes that had been haunting her for weeks. "Hello, Maura."

A/N: Yes, I left it there. You know how I do it guys! Are you liking it so far? I really hope so.