AN: Ok, here's the deal. The whole case stuff is so not my thing. I'm no Shakespeare or anything, but the romantic stuff is much better to write. So when I described this as romance/drama, I was referring to the Maura/Jane kinda drama, not case related drama. That being said, I butchered this bit – badly. It was a transition, couldn't hop over it. So please just forgive me this once. Thanks to all you guys reading this!

Disclaimer: So it turns out I am not as creative as I thought I was. I could not come up with a case so I stole this case from WOMENS MURDER CLUB. It is not mine. (By the way what happened to that show-seriously? I thought they had a good thing going there. It's the only time Angie Harmon looked proper with a man. Or maybe it's just because we hadn't awarded her a rainbow certificate yet)

''I got the information you requested this morning'', Bradford let the words out shakily, in a hurried sentence.

The muscular man he spoke to stood serious as hell, flanked by two similarly built men. He stretched out his hand to receive an envelope with a clear picture of Detective Jane Rizzoli. He just smiled and shook his head, then finally mumbled

''So they are investigating you''. This wasn't a question, just mere confirmation of previous assumptions. With this the man walked back into the parked vehicle leaving his two guards standing with Bradford, who just about looked ready to run for his life. Before he could let his next words out, the Detective was shot dead. Having someone as inarticulate and lacking in discreetness like Bradford was not part of their plan. These men did not leave loose ends. They hastily stuffed him into a black bag partly filled with rocks and effortlessly carried the dead body to the rails of the bridge, throwing it into the water. A fast, neat kill left the three men heading to board the next flight from New York, LaGuardia to Boston, Logan. The flight they got was set to arrive in Boston at 8:30am, giving them enough time to jump on the return plane to New York. They needed to make sure this Jane Rizzoli was on the plane and to keep a close eye on her the entire time in case she had something else up her sleeve.

These three men had begun a successful business three years ago. They opened a construction company in New York which was for the most part a cover up. Several men were taken in batches to various countries for the sole purpose of drug transportation. They were made to swallow drugs, and upon arrival where given laxatives to produce them. The larger part of the men were smuggled in from Mexico and eventually killed after their task was complete. Occasionally women where involved, Ceelo, the boss, did not like this at all. His reasons were proved reasonable when two months ago a lady they brought in from Cuba had run to the police. Luckily for Ceelo and his gang, the lady was met by Detective Bradford, a dirty cop.

When they recruited her from Cuba to come and work as their secretary, the lady had had no qualms about the whole operation. After two trips to Cuba and back, she decided she had enough money and wanted to quit the business. Now this didn't really sit well with Ceelo and his crew, and when they exerted force on her, she fled to the police. Detective Bradford, their alliance in the force, notified them of her whereabouts, after he had put her in ''protective custody''. When they found her, they simply killed her. It was rather unfortunate that her body had been found by some fishermen a few days later. Once seeing the body, the NYPD homicide department quickly noticed her as the lady who had come in to report a crime a few days prior. This left all fingers pointing at Detective Bradford who was the one to swiftly, and solely, handle the matter.

2 weeks ago

With all things considered and investigated, the NYPD soon realized their detective in question was working on the wrong side of law. They had kept a close eye on him for a month till they figured his game. With this, the NYPD was ready to bust Ceelo and his company – the drug dealings by extension. The only problem was that they needed access to inside information, since the construction company had been legal. The vast number of Mexicans killed where impossible to account for since they had been brought to the country illegally.

Frequent and intensive visits from the Department of Labour left Ceelo a little on the edge. He and his two men needed to find a way to make their operations look less suspicious. The majority of their workforce were men, foreign men. And the number of the employees did not match with the work being produced (because the illegals where hidden). The simple thing was to employ a few American females, to balance things of a little bit. They really only had about six months left of operations before they fled – that would suffice they thought.

4 days ago….

''Listen Martin, I need at least at least four women as soon as possible'' Bradford whispered to the person on the other end of the line. ''It doesn't matter, I need them ASAP. They just have to be white Americans ok? Give them my private number and have them call me. Its 914-624-9997. Got it?'', he went on after listening to the response on the other end. Satisfied – he hung up.

Unbeknownst to him, a fellow detective working the case heard him and immediately rushed to his superior. ''Sir, I think we may have a break here. I heard Bradford on the phone a moment ago. He says they are looking for four white females for the job as soon as possible.'' he was almost out of breath trying to get all the details to appease his lieutenant. He pulled out the paper in his pocket. ''This is the number he said to call him on''

''Nice work Detective. I will get to it right away. Thank you''. With that the detective walked out of his senior's office.

''Lieutenant Cavanagh, it's lovely to speak with you. This is Lieutenant Fitzgerald''

''Oh, how nice to hear from you sir. I hope all is well in New York''

''Quite alright I suppose. We have this case we have been working on for almost two months now. We seem to almost have a break. I need one of your female detectives here in New York very fast''

''What is the case on'' Cavanagh inquired.

''It's a rather delicate matter that we are keeping under the tables for now; we seem to have a dirty cop as well. We just need one of your ladies to work under cover as a secretary for about two weeks at most. We should have all the information we need by then. I will have to send you a detailed description of the case by email if you can assure me I can have someone. I need a good one Cavanagh, this is big''

''Of course sir, that shouldn't be a problem at all. I have just the person for you actually. So how soon are we talking?''

''Who do you have in mind?''

''Rizzoli. Homicide. She's one of my best''

''She is white right?''

''Yes Lieutenant Fitzgerald. Is that pertinent to the case?'' Cavanagh was starting to sound unaccountably offended.

''It is, yes. Because if she is not, then she is not going to be hired for the job we need her to. Have her call the number I will send you immediately to inquire about the job. She has to sound like she was referred by a Martin, and she HAS to get the job. I will email you the brief details now as well, and all particulars have to be handed to her right before her departure.''

''That's ok, I will get right to it then''

''Thanks Cavanagh, I owe you''

With that, Cavanagh hung up and got right to work.

Meanwhile, the clever Detective Bradford had been tapping his lieutenant's conversation and immediately leapt out to gather the information he was going to give Ceelo.

Jane had that morning arrived at Logan airport on time. She quickly set about checking in her one suitcase then discreetly settled herself on a bench where she could easily spot Cavanagh. Short of ten minutes, her lieutenant walked in and she hurried to meet him.

''Rizzoli, sorry I can't stay long. Just got a call that I am needed at the department right away''

''That's ok sir, I will be boarding in about half an hour anyway''

''Great! I put all the information you need in this file for you to read on the way…''. Jane nodded accepting the documents she was getting from Cavanagh.''…just try to get the information they need fast, that way you get your ass back here quickly. With the success of this, you will definitely have my recommendation for sergeant. Good luck Rizzoli.''

''Thanks sir, I appreciate it''. Cavanagh left immediately leaving Jane impatiently waiting for some action to ensue.

She was in luck.

After settling herself into her first class seat she hastily began reading through the case and all that was expected of her. It all seemed fairly straight forward. She had to get to New York, head for Ceelo's construction site and begin her job as a secretary simultaneously gathering adequate information to convict the clan of drug trafficking and murder.

An hour later – Jane was walking out of LaGuardia after having collected her luggage when she felt the familiar force of a pistol against the side of her abdomen. Before she could even blink, she was sandwiched by two foreign bodies and being led towards an exit door.

''You so much as open your mouth and I shoot'', the man's tone was no-nonsense and said without doubt that he meant every word of what he said. Jane knew better than to disobey and soon found herself being roughly shoved into a black van waiting just outside the door. Jane was in trouble. She knew it. And she knew it was about this case she had so eagerly agreed to work on.

They drove for thirty minutes and not one of the three men uttered a single word. Jane was not ready for this particular episode in her life. She just wanted to work this case, go back home, appear a little brave in front of the woman she so desperately loved, and hopefully find out that her feelings were reciprocated. She had in no way bargained for this. Instead of her usual ''how do I get out of this pep talk'', she was busy asking herself ''why is this happening to me now?''. This is why she despised this whole love business; it made people lose all focus. Who the fuck goes through an episode of self-loathing and helplessness without even taking a second to consider how to get out of a situation like being abducted? Her thoughts where nowhere in all honesty. She just sat in that van letting those men take her wherever they wished.

Jane had almost won her race with sanity when things started to get serious. Fortunately for her, she didn't have to keep running that much longer. As the car came to a complete stop, a sharp sting to her neck swiftly left her seeing darkness before she drifted into endless oblivion.

One of the men carried her like a sack over his shoulder. They all entered the house as he headed to lay the unconscious form on the cold concrete floor of the basement. It was now apparent to them that they only had one day to flee now. If Detective Rizzoli did not report back to Lieutenant Fitzgerald the next day after ''work'', he would be suspicious. Not to mention the unannounced absence of their Detective Bradford. By the time all these pieces were put together, the crew was supposed to be scattered half way across the world. Fuck proper planning, it was flight or nothing. They quickly gathered their documented new identities. Ceelo was headed for Cyprus, where he was going to settle and start something new. Gilford, the other guy, thought South Africa was a good option for him. Amos on the other hand, seemed to have plans of his own. He found himself quite taken by Jane, and could not bring himself to kill her as instructed. Knowing his boss, he was well aware of the fact that he could not go against his plan, but he also knew that doing the dirty work did not rub his boss the right way. Gilford was in a panic and overly concerned with getting his shit together and running the hell out of the country while things were still safe.

So Amos took the opportunity to go to the basement and over dose the already unresponsive detective. She was already pale from the cold and kind of looked lifeless as it was. He took his gun and shot the hopeless woman on the right upper arm. Quick work was made of spreading as much blood everywhere as he could. The conveniently protruding black bag came as a welcome solution as he haphazardly placed the detective in it. This earned Jane a few more scratches and bruising. Amos eventually pulled out a camera and took a few photographs then zipped up the bag. Checking to make sure the other men were out of sight he hurried for his trunk and threw the body in there. After making sure she was still breathing he left a big enough opening for air, unprofessionally bandaged the bleeding hand and closed up the trunk. Amos wasn't sure if the detective would be alive for much longer, but he had to try, and that was the best he could do given the circumstances.

Once back in the house, he printed out the photographs he had taken and handed them to his boss.

''Nice work mate. Good kill. Are you going to dump her?''

''Yeah, just loaded her body into my trunk now. Think I will drive a little further out of state so nobody finds her, then I'll take a plane out''

''Wise. So all the wire transfers are done and we all got our share of the money. We have to go now''. Ceelo was not particularly interested in the small talk and wanted to leave already.

The three men parted, with each approaching a new destiny. All seemed fairly confident except for Amos who had no idea what he was getting himself into. Later that afternoon the other two men were in air already living a new life, Amos was on the throughway driving to Mexico. It was the only place he could safely take the detective. He had roughly three days on the road and knew all too well how to smuggle himself and the detective into the other country unnoticed. That was the furthest he had thought his plan through.