Maura watched as the brunette stared at her in what could only be described as disgust and she felt something sink deep inside of her, she didn't know why, but it mattered to her what this woman thought of her. As she bundled Garrett and his barely conscious brother into her car she heard a muffled voice coming from the alleyway next to the club.

"No Frankie! Don't tell Ma ok? I don't want her to worry" Jane gnawed on her thumb as she spoke to her brother "No, I'll sort something...I'll get the money somehow Frankie, I swear ok? Just...just keep Ma away until I can go back to the club..."

Maura peered around the corner to see the brunette looking defeated and she overheard the words she spoke. Guilt felt like a dull stabbing to her heart and as she made her way back to her car she shook her head determinedly. She couldn't walk away leaving it like this. The owner of the establishment was stood in the doorway with a satisfied smile that made her feel queasy. Nevertheless she approached him, her mind set on what she had to do.

As Jane pocketed her phone she tried to do the same to her worries but dread sat like a lump in her throat; her Ma was going through a divorce, one that was not going to end well, her father, the cheating scumbag he turned out to be, was also taking her Ma for all she had. Apparently when he ran off to Florida with his bimbo he made some pretty persuasive friends who could work the legal system and now her family were scraping together all they could to find a legal aid for their Ma to stop her from losing the house they grew up in. As she stepped out onto the Main Street she looked back, Fairfield was tucked up in his fiancée's car grinning like a moron knowing full well he was always going to walk away scott free. She glared at him and grimaced as he blew her a kiss, all she wanted was to pull him out of that car through the window and teach him some fucking respect but as she looked back to the doorway of the club and saw Cavanaugh and Ms Fancypants in cahoots she realised what she had learned long ago; she was nothing, especially not to these people and it pained her, for some unknown reason more so than it ever had before as she looked at the shorter woman before turning and walking away.

Maura drew closer to the owner and lowered her voice, she didn't know how well this would go down but she would never forgive herself if she didn't try. "Ms um Rizz...?"

"Rizzoli."

"Rizzoli. Will she receive sick pay?"

Cavanaugh snorted at the rich woman in disbelief "You kidding me lady? Listen I have a business here but it ain't exactly 9-5 you know what I'm saying?"

Maura felt her anger grow "Well, what will she do?" The man simply shrugged and she clenched her fists in irritation at his lack of care. "Well could you provide this for her?" The roll of his eyes was enough of an answer for her to see that he didn't care one iota about Ms Rizzoli's welfare. An idea sprang to her mind and though doubt niggled in the back of her mind her heart pushed her on. "What if, I funded her sick pay?"

Cavanaugh frowned at the woman's sudden care for Rizzoli "Listen even if you did that I gotta get a girl in to cover her while she's away so I'd have to pay her and I ain't made of money lady."

Maura swallowed thickly and winced even as she spoke "Alright then, I will work in her place, and you will send her the money I earn." The man simply blinked at her in disbelief.

"You're shitting me right?"

Maura frowned at his vulgar use of language and began to rethink her decision "I am not...I am doing no such thing. Would this be acceptable to you?"

Cavanaugh looked the woman up and down carefully, what with all the commotion he hadn't had time to fully notice her before but now he had the time; she was stunning, classy, beautiful and had an almost innocent grace about her, not only that but she had curves that could kill. He shrugged at her "Did Janie put you up to this?"

Maura shook her head resoundedly "No. And I don't want her to know of this or where the money is coming from is that understood?" She may not know Jane Rizzoli but she would place a good bet that her pride was stronger than her need. She held her hand out.

Cavanaugh shrugged at her again, whatever this broad was up to it was certainly weird but having a upscale girl like her dancing, he was sure to rake it in, possibly even more than what Janie would normally make. His eyes shined at the prospect of an extra profit for himself and he grasped her hand tightly. "Welcome to the Dirty Robber Miss Isles."

"Franklin." He frowned at her. "My name will be Franklin whilst I work here. No one must know who I really am." She spotted the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I mean it. If anyone should find out who I really am believe me when I say this establishment of yours will be shut down quicker than you can say-"

"Franklin." He cut her off with a wide smile as he shook her hand. "Glad to have you on the team Ms Franklin."

As Maura climbed into her car her mind was reeling. What am I doing? What business is it of mine if Ms Rizzoli earns money or not? Her answer came in the grotesque snore from her beloved fiancé who was passed out in the back seat of her car. She grimaced at the disgusting sight of him and wondered what he would say if he found out what she had just agreed to. She started the engine and took a deep breath. On the other hand it had been years since she had danced and whilst this would be a world apart from her summers in France training for the ballet she revelled at the thought of being able to let loose again and express her emotions through her body. She couldn't help but let a small smile tug at her mouth as her imagination began to run away as she pulled away from the curb; this little secret mission could actually turn out to be quite fun.

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