Characters aren't mine but I'm glad I can use them how I see fit ;)
Rizzles rate M for later chapters b/c I know I'll forget to change it later
Moving along in the story...

Back at the office Frankie was telling the guys about the house he just went to.

"Seriously, she wanted me." He said matter of factly.

"Yeah right, the only job that's ever 'wanted you' was that owner of the leather bar" Frost shot back.

Frankie shuddered at the memory of the 300 pound leather clad bear who grabbed his ass.

A deep red hue grew on Frankie's face. "Whatever guys!" He said, clearly bothered by the memory.

"Hey Frankie, where is it?" The older tech asked between bites of his donut.

"Where's what?" Frankie asked.

"You know what. The stuffed bear Janie got you for your birthday." The older man laughed.

"You're kidding! Jane actually did something funny?" Frost asked in disbelief.

"Yes, and shut up." Frankie said.

Just then a door opened and slammed. "He's right, you guys better shut up. Enough gossip ladies and back to work." The tall brunette shouted.

"Hey Janie, everything okay?" The older man asked. Having known her for a considerable amount of years he was like a father to her, and right now he was the only one who'd she'd even consider opening up to.

"Yes. No. It doesn't matter. I'm fine Korsak, thanks. Now get back to work old man." She said seriously. He knew what she meant by the slight smirk playing on her face.

Jane walked into her office, she was still getting used it being hers. After her father up and left her mother and the business she did what she always did, stepped up and took over. Having decided to take over the family business she hadn't been left with much personal time and this was now evident more than ever. She sat down behind her desk, flipped the corners of a stack of invoices on her desk and sighed. She leaned back slumping in her chair, her hand in her pocket she worried her lip. Deciding to make sure the last hour wasn't a dream, or really a nightmare, she pulled the object out and opened her hand. Staring back was her grandmothers wedding ring, 'It should be on her finger. How did things get so bad.' she thought to herself. Distracted she didn't hear the knock at the door.

"Isn't that Nona's ring?" Frankie asked, clearly surprised to see it sitting in the palm of his sisters hand.

"Yup." She said disheartened.

"Shouldn't, shouldn't that be on Liz's hand?" He asked cautiously.

"It should, but she only marries people she knows she said." Jane quoted her former fiancé.

"Shit! Well that's crap, what does she mean by that?" He asked his sister, not hiding the anger he now felt towards Liz.

"Isn't it obvious!" Jane shouted at her brother. "I've been so invested in this damn company ever since pop split! Plus now we have this shit Tommy stirred up. Do you get it Frankie, our idiot brother not only put all our jobs on the line we could lose the business. All because that dipshit can't keep his hands off anything shiny. With all that how the hell did I even manage to keep Liz around as long as I did!" She threw her hands up in defeat.

"Jane, I-" He was cut off.

"Don't, not now. I haven't even fully processed this yet. I've got an appointment at the attorneys' office in an hour and I need to get this shit resolved. Just do me a favor Frankie, don't tell Ma yet." Jane asked seeming to have calmed down some.

"Yeah, no problem sis and if it means anything I'm sorry." Frankie quietly said.

"Thanks little brother. Now get back to work!" She said with a lop sided grin.

"Oh, speaking of work." He started only to stop at the sight of his sisters arched eyebrow.

"Continue." Jane said.

"I, uh, I sealed the deal on the Isles job." He smiled, good business always seemed to make his sister happy.

"Really? Which package?" She leaned forward not ready to congratulate her brother on a 'rinky-dink' alarm installation.

"All of them." He said rocking on his heels.

"No shit?" She got up from her chair and walked around to pat her brother on the shoulder. "Nice job Frankie, you tell the guys?"

"Yeah." He smiled.

"Good now-"

"Get back to work? Yeah, yeah I know." He leaned in and hugged his sister. "Love you sis."

She laughed and closed the door to her office returning to her desk she took the ring and dropped it into her pencil holder. 'Out of sight, out of mind.' She sighed and began to collect all the documents she'd need before she met with the companies attorney.

Two o'clock had rolled around and Jane took the last swig of her coffee before straightening herself out. Her suit was something she didn't like to wear often. It usually meant corporate business and she liked being behind the scenes not running them. Their attorney Mr. Wagglann was a portly fellow, he was always hitting on Jane more so since he found out she was gay. She always seemed to just brush it off, especially since Mr. Wagglann had been able to keep this out of court. She held a lot of pride in her families company and would hate to see it tarnished by something her dipshit brother did. Mr. Wagglann gestured for her to sit. The office smelled of old books and cigars, the interior had a 'boys club' feel to it. Her eyes scanned the dark woods and leather furniture, she'd counted all the knots in the wood once when Mr. Wagglann went on about something that didn't pertain to her case. Back at the office she'd always refer to him as Wagglepedia, because he'd spout facts with little or no credible information. Today was an important meeting though so her attention was necessary. She was waiting to hear if the family would settle out of court and Mr. Wagglann called saying he had news.

"So Miss Rizzoli, how are you?" Mr Wagglann asked breathing heavily.

"Fine. I told you, call me Jane. So what news do you have?" Jane cut to the chase.

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