Till Death Do Us Part

Part six

Rizzoli and Isles are property of TNT and Tess Gerritson. I am just borrowing them for a little fun.

Boston Police Department…

"Are you sure Frankie?" It wasn't that Angela didn't believe her son; it was just that so much had happened. Everybody suspected everybody in BPD right now, even after hearing that it was the FBI that had the mole. It wasn't a nice morale builder on the whole.

"Yes, mom. Jane and Maura are fine. We should see them soon." Frankie loved his mother, but she did tend to be extremely nosy, especially for an Italian mom. Maybe he should talk to Korsak about taking her out for dinner again.

"Where are they?" Angela was ready to strangle her daughter for all the havoc Jane had put her through. Frankie was shaking his head.

"I don't know. Only Lt. Cavanaugh and the FBI Agent Dean know where they are right now. We should see them by Friday is all goes well." Angela looked at the calendar that was a week away. "I gotta go mom, I have patrol." Angela came out from behind the counter and kissed her son.

"Be safe." Angela looked back at the calendar as Frankie left the cafeteria. "It's not fair." Angela looked at the elevators.

UPSTAIRS at BPD…

"I want to go along." Frost said as Agent Dean was getting ready to leave. He had been in talking with Cavanaugh about a backup plan if they missed Winez. Lindle was singing like a canary about all the stuff that had been happening. He had already cut a deal with the attorney general. If all went well, they would have Agent Winez and several large drug and arms traffickers when it was all done within a few days.

"No, I need you here with Korsak and Crowe to make sure everything is ready." Frost blocked Agent Dean's retreat.

"She doesn't love you Dean. She loves Maura. But beyond that, she is my partner. I want to be there for her. If everything you have said has been happening, then she needs a little extra help." Dean set down the files and bag he held in his hands.

"Whether Jane loves me or not is not up for debate. That is private between me and her. As for the other, I need you here to keep an eye on things electronically. Your one of the few officers who can track, investigates, and decrypts items online. I have complete confidence in you. Jane already has several people watching her back. She will be fine."

Frost anger rolled to the surface, but he kept it under control like Jane had taught him. He hated when truth was used to hold him in place and he hated even more that this agent still thought Jane's relationship with Maura was momentary.

"Fine, but I have already talked with Cavanaugh. He believes that one of us needs to be present. Korsak flew out about one hour ago." Frost said smugly and went to his computer.

"What the hell? When did your team think it called the shots?" Yelled Agent Dean.

"That's easy! When the Federal Bureau of Investigation couldn't take care of its own business. Have a good day Agent Dean." Frost went back to his computer and began checking the passenger manifests for Korsak's flight. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Agent Dean stormed out of BPD. Crowe came over and sat in the chair next to Frost.

"He seems a tad upset?" Crowe was smiling after being left out of the loop for so long it was nice to finally be getting one up on the FBI. What they failed to tell Agent Dean was that Rebecca had sent for Korsak. Agent Dean was just going to have to deal with it.

"Hey, look at this," Frost said to Crowe. "It Seems Agent Winez just made a transfer of one hundred thousand dollars to an account in the Grand Caymans."

"Whom too? "Crowe asked, looking toward Cavanaugh's office hoping to get his attention. Frost quietly did some more investigating as Crowe listened to the soft clicks of buttons being struck.

"A Joseph Jaramillo." Frost looked up at Crowe. "Now where do you suppose he is located at right now?"

"We need to let Cavanaugh know now." Crowe rose and walked toward Cavanaugh's office. He knocked and entered. Frost continued to check accounts and passenger manifests. "Suddenly an alert popped up on his computer. He clicked on it. Agent Winez's account was completely emptied with a large transfer to a bank in the Bahamas'." What are you up to Agent Winez? You should know you're being tracked. Are you getting ready to run?

Rebecca's Ranch, late afternoon…

Rebecca was snoozing on the porch, rifle across her lap. The ranch was empty; a truck with her men had headed into to town several hours earlier. The sound of a gun being cocked didn't even seem to rouse her from her slumber. The gunman glanced around looking to see if he had been heard or seen. No one. He snuck closer watching the loose hold Rebecca had on the gun become looser as her hand fell away. He smiled; this was going to be easier than he thought. He told his boss this gringo female was no match for him. Slowly he took aim.