"This is your family now, Jane." Patty Doyle led the little girl to a small house where people were lurking in the shadows of other rooms. She hid behind his back, tears streaming down her cheeks. He was two times her size, and hid her well. Doyle went to his knees and took Jane's hands. "It is okay little one, I promise to take care of you. No one will ever hurt you. Please give us a chance." Jane nodded at his words. His big thumbs wiped away her tears. Patty stood by her side, taking her small hand in his.

"Family, this is Jane Rizzoli, she had an unfortunate run down with Steven "Studman" Casper. We lost Frank and Angela. Tommy and Frankie were taken."

A few women broke out into tears, some fell to their knees. Men huddling together. Frank and Angela made a great addition to the family, they were great workers for Patty. It fell silent, heads hung low. A mass of people stepped out from the shadows and advanced towards Jane. Doyle squeezed the little girls hand to assure her that she would be okay. Jane stood tall, she felt protected next to the bigger and older man. He was the mob leader, and a great one at that. He had every ones respect. A pale woman with a black ponytail came up to Jane, she looked around the age of 25; she was very pretty.

"Hello, Sweetie, my name is Crissy. Your mother was my best friend." Jane eyed the running mascara on the woman's face. The tears had failed the small girl, she would cry no more. "She was a very great woman, Jane. I can't wait to work with you." Jane didn't understand her words. Work? What work? Crissy gave her a light hug and joined the rest of the group. They were all wearing suits, even the women. Then she was surrounded. It was a dreadful situation for such a little girl who lost her family. Several arms found their way around her body. She was being hugged by strangers. Doyle picked her up, setting her on his shoulders once everyone stopped. Jane smiled at this. Patty walked with a bounce, the little girl giggled with each step. Grabbing his chest, he pretended to have a stroke and fell back on the bed. He got up quickly as to not make the girl cry. She laughed as he began to tickle her sides. Propping himself up on his elbows, he tapped her nose lightly.

"Alright, kiddo, it's time to sleep."

"But I don't wanna!" Jane whined with a smile.

"Listen, Jane. You are in a different lifestyle now, you will do as I say. I have watched you grow, but now you will listen and do as I say. Ya hear?"

"I hear."

"Good." Patty leaned over and kissed her perfect forehead.

"G'night-..."

"Call me whatever you want, Sweetie, take advantage of it because you won't get to later on."

"G'night, Monkey." Jane mumbled before falling asleep.

Patty Doyle stared at the child who was now snoring softly. Monkey, what a typical nickname from such a child. She will be a great contribution to the mob, just like her mother.

Jane woke up on her own and waited by the door of her cell. "Hey, baby, get your sweet ass over here." The brunette chuckled and waited for the familiar sound of bodies smashing up against the bars. She wasn't disappointed. "You shut your mouth." She heard Maura say after the familiar sound of a body being thrown into the bars. The click of the heels came closer; Jane's heart pounded quickly. A smile plastered across her face. The sexy blonde guard rounded the corner. Jane kept her hands on the bars, pressing close to them. Maura stood in front of her, shaking her head. She took out her key and placed it into the lock. She stepped close, her nose touched Jane's. Electricity shot through her, she gasped. Jane did as well and stepped back in confusion. Maura chuckled lightly and unlocked the door. "Good afternoon, Jane" She chimed. It was going to be a long day.

It was 96 degrees outside, the heat hit Jane hard. Sweat trickled down her face like melted snow. It rained down from her scalp and neck. She faced Maura who nodded her way. A sigh of relief hit the brunette as she unzipped her jumpsuit, and tied the sleeves around her waist. A small breeze was welcome on the damp skin. Her job for the day was to shovel dirt for the small garden patch in the prison. Why there was a garden in the prison, she didn't care. Maura handed Jane a small shovel. Of course. Everything was small. The blonde laughed and stood a fair, professional distance to watch the prisoner. Three inmates were also given the same task of shoveling. Two were white women, both with red hair. Not a natural red, it was a fire red. They were obviously sisters. Their jumpsuits read "Stacey" and "Michelle". The other woman could pass as Frost's sister. She had an orange matching bandanna on her head, "Yvonne". Jane heard the two red heads talking and decided to ease in on the conversation.

"That guard is a hot piece of ass." One spoke while digging a shovel into the pile of dirt.

"Sure is, I'd tap that. She's probably easier than she looks." They high fived each other.

"I'd make her my bitch." Stacey cockily stuck out her tongue.

"She'd be a good little whore, calling out my na-"

Jane had enough and swung her shovel into the talking red head. The other one dropped her shovel and ran back to the cell block. "Shut the fuck up, you don't talk about her like that." Jane spat out, the woman below rubbed the open cut on her face and crawled off. "Damn cracker, you hit that ho!" Yvonne chuckled out, pressing her hand in front of her to shake Jane's. "My name's Yvonne, you're one crazy white bitch. I like you." Jane smiled and happily shook the rough hand. Throughout the day she learned a little more about Yvonne. She was part of another mob, an ally mob. Nick Kingston and Patty Doyle were great friends, they spent a lot of time together. The two mobs had much respect for each other. Maura shook her head and slowly walked over to the laughing women.

"Alright you two, it's time to eat" Maura interrupted.

"Aye, Yvonne," Jane signaled to the guard in front of them, "this is Maura."

Yvonne eyed the blonde, "That's a damn fancy name, looks good on you though. Names Yvonne."

"Nice to meet you, Yvonne, now lets get you two inside. You're sweating like pigs."

All three laughed. Yvonne cracked several jokes. She was truly one of a kind. While eating, they eyed the two red heads, one now had stitches. Maura still didn't know why Jane had hit the woman with the shovel. She'd ask her later. She listened intently to the two mobsters discussing their ways. They talked about their way of living and how things were run. Jane's face lit up talking about Patty Doyle. Maura tried to consider the possibilities of him being a good man, but her position wouldn't allow it. A thought crossed her mind, and she would surprise Jane.

It was two in the morning, and Jane was asleep. The familiar sound of keys clinking woke her up. Through her groggy stage she saw a big figure enter the cell. It sat on her cot.

"Hey baby girl."

Jane grinned wide, "Hey, Monkey."

"Jane."

"Sorry, Doyle." She sat up and looked at the man.

"I'm so sorry, Jane." He looked down.

"Hey, as long as you're safe that's all I care about. How did you get i-"

Patty pointed over, Maura was standing by the door. Jane smiled and waved her in. Maura locked the door and came inside. She stood by the corner, observing the scene.

"I'm so happy you're here, Patty." Jane stated.

"Me too, I want to help you get out. But, I can't do it yet."

"I understand. How's Crissy and the family?"

"We're all fine."

"And Frankie? Tommy?"

"Safe and sound." Patty sighed heavily.

"What is it?" Jane placed a hand on his thigh, furrowing hey eye brows.

"We finally got Steve. Like I promised you, your parents were avenged."

The brunette smiled wide and hugged the older man.

"Thanks, Monkey."

"My pleasure, Bug."

Maura smiled at the exchange of nicknames. Patty Doyle wasn't a monster at all, he raised a wonderful woman. The same woman she was falling in love with day by day, and the one that was falling for her. Patty gazed over at Maura. Maura's father was his best friend, and the next in line for leadership. He died protecting Doyle. Her fathers last wish was for Patty to watch over his daughter, and he did not fail to do so. The man quickly kissed Jane's forehead.

"I love you, Jane. I will come back."

"I love you too, Doyle. See you soon."

The blonde opened the cell door. Patty Doyle put a soft hand on her shoulder before parting his ways. Maura nodded and went back inside to sit next to Jane. The brunette was staring at the wall, thinking about what just happened. She felt a soft hand land on her thigh. Her eyes closed to the warmth. The mumbled out a small "thank you" and sighed contently. The way her name sounded on Maura's lips was fantastic.

"Jane?"

"Huh?" She looked over at Maura.

"I asked you a question."

"Sorry, I wasn't listenin', what was it?"

Maura giggled softly, "Never mind, Jane. Goodnight."

"Wai-"

The lock clicked and the heels echoed down the halls. Maura already stayed passed her shift for Jane. She was tired. Jane huffed and laid down with a smile. She wanted nothing more than to be with the blonde. Maybe one day they could be together, officially. But Jane hasn't even had trial yet. She was waiting her full sentence.

Maura finally made it home. Bass Isles was waiting by the door, hungry, snapping softly at her heels. She laughed lightly and kicked off the Jimmy Choo's. The fridge opening was a sight the tortoise loved to see; for he knew that Maura would be pulling out his favorite British Strawberries and would hand feed him. Bass accepted the offering of friendship, and received soft pats on his tan shell. Her usual night routine was to have a conversation with him, she wasn't going to stop now.

"Bass, I want to tell you about this woman named Jane. I know, I know. I didn't tell you earlier. To be honest I wasn't really sure how I felt about her. Oh, Bass, she is so beautiful. She's a prisoner and it is so hard for me not to completely let myself go. She murdered two people, Bass, two cops. But she's not a monster. Far from it. I want her so badly, but I can't. What do you think?" Bass let out a small hiss. "Is that a yes?" Maura asked, holding out another strawberry. "Should I let this happen?" He was silent but looked at her. She found her answer in his black eyes. She stood up, and headed to her bedroom to change into her silk pajamas. Lights out.