Had a light week and working out a few chapters for both always and FIM. Id like to thank Z for the awesome assist on this chapter and for his beta work. Thank you my friend. As always, compliments or creative thoughts will feed My Muse and keep this going faster. Even if you think this stinks I'd like to hear why. Feedback is the key to any writer improving.

Again dressed in her leather riding pants, NYPD turtle neck, and a dress shirt, Jane rolled into the Marlowe Place parking garage on her Fat Boy. She rode across the structure and came to a stop next to Kate's Softtail in time to see her partner step out the door and cross the structure. She wanted to blow off work and ride until her head cleared of all the information she got from Frankie last night. But Jane was too responsible for that so she had gotten ready for work and had driven Maura to Icahn before crossing Central Park to retrieve her partner.

She sat on her ride and waited for Kate to strap on her helmet and nod to her before firing up her bike. Jane hadn't said a word more had she turned off her Harley for morning conversation so Kate just straightened her ride and lead the way out of the parking garage. Since they were riding, they skipped the coffee shop and headed straight in to work. Parking next to the Impala Jane had purchased over her vacation to Boston, they dismounted and gathered their gear for the day.

She shoved her helmet into her saddlebag and adjusted her sidearm and badge as Kate joined her. Kate put her hand on her partner's shoulder, a symbol of solidarity and a reassurance to Jane that her best friend was there for her. Jane rested her hand on her friend's and nodded before heading to the elevator.

Kate shook her head at the thought of Captain Gates seeing Jane in tight leather pants with her gun strapped to her thigh. Sometimes Jane asked for it, she really did. She did exchange her riding leather for one of her older black blazers so she had a place to carry handcuffs and an extra magazine but Kate was surprised when she didn't see Jane's Nine millimeter. She usually carried it in and back out even if she didn't think she'd use it.

It didn't take long for Gates to notice and she sent a scowl at her, "Leather hot pants, Rizzoli? Thought we talked about advertising your dating preferences."

"I'm practically married, Captain." She said with that talk the jumper down voice, "First nice day we've had this year so I thought I'd ride my new bike in today."

Captain Gates stopped next to her desk, "Ride your bike?"

Jane pulled out her iPhone and flipped to a picture of the black behemoth, "It's a Harley Fat Boy."

Gates looked at the picture and raised her eyebrows, nodding her head in approval, "It looks like your bike, it's got an attitude," she raised her eyes to Jane. "Just like you."

Jane tried not to smile but upon seeing Gate's hard facade crack just slightly, she broke out in a smirk, "Kate picked it out for me."

She glanced over to Beckett, "She knows you well." She handed back the phone and sighed, "Badge goes on your hip or your jacket. Sidearm is ok. Don't let my husband see it or I'll have to shoot you."

"Sir?" Jane said as she put her phone away and moved her badge to her jacket.

"He's wanted a motorcycle for a while now and I don't want to have that fight again." She headed to her office. "I assume you will change before court today?"

"Yes, Sir." They said in unison.

"Good."

Jane sighed in relief at getting through a meeting with her captain without getting yelled at or talked down to but it was short lived.

"You two are on Traffic Management at Yankee Stadium this weekend. Opening day for the Yankees so make sure you're pressed and dressed. Don't forget the white gloves." She said as she entered her office.

"Ugh." Kate groaned as she plopped down into her chair, "Why the hell did I stick my neck out for you?"

"Because you love me." Jane said deadpan as she too fell into her seat. "She does it on purpose you know."

"I know." She said. "At least Rick wasn't here for this one."

Jane glanced to the empty chair next to Beckett's desk. "Where'd he go anyway?"

"Meeting with his ex-wife over the latest book."

Jane narrowed her eyes, "I'd really like to shoot that… woman." She said the last word as if that wasn't the word she wanted to use.

"I got dibs, but I got a shovel with your name on it." Kate grumbled.

"That's the difference between a good friend and a best friend."

Kate looked up, "What do you mean?"

"A good friend will bail you out of jail," She smirked, "A best friend will be in jail with you."

Kate laughed and started back into the case.

She stared into eyes that were the same color as her own. She still had a difficult time believing what she was seeing despite the DNA evidence that had brought her to Boston. The woman who lied in the hospital bed was almost identical to her with few exceptions. Where Nikki's hair was a dark brown, her sister's was so black it was as if the darkest night had been woven into hair.

Nikki also had a strong chin where her sister had a small cleft in it.

Her wife, Dr. Briana Frost, changed the heavy gauze bandages on her wrists where spikes had been driven through her arm as she had been nailed to a wall.

Detective Janet Frost had been investigating a series of murders where the victims were crucified when the serial killer John Babtiste LeMorgan, also called the Crucifier, got the drop on her when her partner was killed.

Nikki could see the rage emanating from the detective's eyes.

"I got him, Detective." She said quietly. "I got him."

"You came all the way over here to say that?" Janet's eyes narrowed, "I got pinned to a wall and you came all the way from New York just to say you got him?"

Nikki shook her head, "I thought you'd want to know."

"Well thank you, Detective." Her voice held anger in her sarcasm, "I'm so glad that you felt it necessary to think of my feelings."

"Janet." Dr. Frost said calmly, "I'm sure the detective didn't come here to gloat."

"A phone call would have sufficed." She said but Nikki knew that anger wasn't directed at her wife. "Since you came all of this way I can't help but think that there's something more to your visit. If not to rub it in than why are you here?"

"There is more." She said calmly although her level voice was forced. "My crime lab examined the stake he used on his victims. We took DNA to try to identify how many he had killed. One of them came back to you."

"No shit." She said as she held up a wrist, "Think I figured that out already."

Exasperated with the hostility she glared back, "Your DNA came back as a seventy two per cent match to mine."

Briana froze, her breath caught in her throat as she slowly turned to face her wife's visitor. "Seventy two?"

"Yes." She said softly, "That's why I'm here."

"Seventy two?" Janet turned to her wife, "So what. I'm sure there's more than a few who share a chromosome with me out there."

Her wife took her hand gently, "Honey, Seventy two is a very strong familial tie."

Janet looked up at a face that was similar to her own, "Meaning?"

"My name is Nikki Heat." She said as she knelt next to the bed and braced herself for the reaction from the unpredictable woman in front of her, "I'm your younger sister."

Rick Castle smiled at himself for his inspiration as he tapped in the words on his tablet while he waited for his ex-wife and publisher to return from whatever meeting she had. Normally he wouldn't wait for her at his office, instead he would simply ignore her until she came around to see him but with his impending nuptials with Kate and the move to Boston coming right after, he felt he should give just a little. So he sat inside her office; he so wasn't doing the lobby thing, and tapped at his tablet.

It was a story Jane wouldn't appreciate and could get him into it with not only the surly detective but also his betrothed. Jane's objections over using her for his work was very adamant and he had no doubt she would eagerly make him pay for it. But inspiration was what he did and Jane was the perfect excuse to move Nikki Heat to Boston.

As Gina came into her office, he quickly closed the file and locked it.

"Castle!" She said excitedly and he watched her put an extra tip as her hips swayed when she walked. "I've been meaning to come see you about your latest book."

"Well here I am," He poured on the charm as she leaned back in her chair, it was a constant game of control that in all honesty, he was tired of playing. "I take it you got the manuscript?"

Rather than arguing over the fact that he was sitting at her desk she sat down and seductively crossed her legs underneath her white business skirt.

"I did and although I thought it was good I am a little disappointed."

He smiled, "How so?"

Gina ran a hand through her platinum blond hair and then gently stroked her leg through the skirt. "You have this great opening from Heat of the Moment for some kind of Nikki Heat relative and you completely ignored it when you wrote Burning Heat. I thought for sure you'd jump on that."

He ignored the seductive teasing because as beautiful as Gina was, she was not Kate Beckett. The hardnosed, ball busting Detective was the only one who had captivated him that way and Gina, for all of her good looks, amazing body, and wicked delights was out gunned by a woman who wore a badge and a gun and who could out smart and out maneuver Gina at every turn. Kate didn't need a breast augmentation to get her point across, she had eyes that could do that on their own and failing that, she could be just as intimidating as Jane. He found it titillating.

"Well," he said leisurely as he interlocked his fingers over his chest, "I thought I'd let that sit for a while and simmer. Like a good old-fashioned Italian stew, it needs a certain amount of time in the slow cooker to ferment properly."

Gina uncrossed her legs and leaned forward on the couch, her large breasts pressed heavily against her stylish vest. Castle examined the sight and dismissed it without so much as a second glance. Gina noticed.

"You're so full of shit." She said, "I'll bet it has something to do with Beckett's partner. What's her name?"

"You mean Jane Rizzoli?" Innocence, thy name is Castle.

"That's the one. Jane." She said and tipped her smile up knowingly. "I think Jane doesn't like you writing about her."

She leaned forward, her blue eyes piercing his, "Or is it Jealousy? She sat back then and continued to stare, "That's it isn't it? Kate is jealous that you're getting inspiration from Jane."

He tried not to smile at where she was going. Watching Kate for years and now Jane for over a year was paying off as he kept a straight face.

"Oh my God," she said with a laugh, "I can't believe it. Beckett is jealous of Rizzoli getting your attention. Next thing you know she'll be worried you're going to leave her for her partner."

He started laughing; he couldn't help it any more. She stared at him as he tried to contain himself. The more he laughed the more irritated she became.

"You couldn't be more wrong." He said in a gasp, "Kate and Jane are the best of friends and besides," he straightened up in his chair and let his eyes wander along her expensive suit and the body he knew very well. His eyes met hers and he put a seductive twinkle in them, "You have a much better chance with Jane than I ever will, small sliver that it is."

She leaned back, "Excuse me?"

He gave her a lopsided grin, "Small sliver, as in next to non-existent. I'd talk about how Jane is getting married to her girlfriend in June but so as not to get your hopes up, you're not her type anyway."

He smiled inwardly as indignation filled her and her beautiful face turned red. "You pig."

After all this time fencing with her here in this office and wherever she managed to track him down at, he finally figured out the easy button to get under her skin. He made a mental note to take Jane and Maura out someplace nice in gratitude. He watched her glare angrily.

"Of all the sick and twisted idea's you've had. To think that I'd ever willingly want to date one of your cop buddies is so beneath even you. I'll have you know that I am quite happily involved with a much nicer gentleman than you will ever be!"

He smirked, "Jane is quite an inspiration. All I have to do is watch her with her Maura and it raises the bar so much for how I treat Kate. Never have I ever seen someone so in love as Jane and Maura. Kate sees it too and so does Alexis." Here comes the pinch; "To her, Jane is family. Funny thing is that Kate and I haven't been together all that long but Alexis calls her Mom. Isn't that sweet?" His tone was affectionate and playful.

Gina took it, as expected, badly. She had tried to get Alexis to like her for years but his little girl never really let her in and now Gina was starting to seethe. It was a good sight.

Although neither one of them was holding a torch for the other, Gina could be manipulative as hell and he was tired of it. She taunted, teased and, maneuvered him into places he didn't want to be and now, in Rizzoli-like fashion, he was putting his foot down before they all packed up for Boston.

"Well this has been entertaining but unfortunately, I have a meeting with a realtor this afternoon and I really can't miss it."

Gina jerked her head in surprise, "Realtor?"

"Yeah," he said as she stood up and gathered his coat. "Didn't you get my email?"

Her look was confused as she stood up, "No. I don't think I did."

"Oh," again his face was a mask of innocence, "Kate and I are moving to Boston this summer."

"BOSTON!" She shouted.

"Yep," he sighed at the thought, "We thought long and hard about it and we decided that we want to get away from all of this." he waved his hand at the window that showed the New York skyline. "I'm looking forward to a yard that's not part of a Castle and a picket fence and a riding mower."

"But everything you are and everything you have is right here." She said.

"Nah," he waved her off, "All that I need in my life is Alexis, Kate, and my laptop." He grinned as he headed for the door, "Which means that these lovely meetings are going to take on new scenery. Enjoy your flights."

He smiled to himself as he stepped out of Gina's office and entered the elevator in the lobby. He pulled his tablet out and called up his email. He found the draft he had set aside for Gina and hit send. A second later the screen flashed 'received'. He smiled again as he slid it back into his pocket.

He thought long and hard about picking this fight with his publisher and decided that if he was going to stay with Kate, something had to change with his work. His hope was that Gina would brush him off onto another publishing agent but if push came to shove, he had an out with his attorney for a conflict of interest. It would allow him to either renegotiate his contract or get him out from under Gina all together. It would be a mixed blessing either way.

As he stepped out onto the sidewalk he found George there with his Lincoln Town Car. The tidy older gentleman opened the door for him, "Everything go as planned, Mr. Castle?"

"This is just the first step, George." He said as he slid inside, "All I have to do now is wait to see what she does."

The old man nodded, "Yes, sir." He shut the door and climbed in to the driver's seat. "Where to next?"

"Kennedy," He said "I have a meeting I need to keep."

George shook his head and smiled, "You're a devious man, Mr. Castle."

Rick smiled as she leaned back in the plush back seat. "It's all part of my plan."

Jane made an irritated sound as she tossed her pen down onto her desk. She huffed in frustration at the lack of further progress in the murder of Joyce Schmitt. They had established an odd pattern of movement to Pittsburg before they lost the trail. She removed her EZPass for the toll system but aside from that they had yet to develop a single lead into the woman's viscous murder.

"She was carved up just like the other two victims long before she was killed." Kate commented. "Lanie said that the flower was saturated with blood, she's extracted three different DNA samples from it."

"So we're dealing with a serial killer who's a sadist?" She scoffed, "This feels off for a serial killer."

"how so?"

"The strange thing about this case is the method of death." Jane said as she eyed the murder board, "She was carved up as if they wanted to bleed information out of her. Then our killer executes her cleanly."

Kate called up the autopsy photos again and looked at the images again. "Lanie said the cuts look too clean to be a knife. She suggested a box knife or something like that but surgically sharp."

Jane got up and looked over her shoulder. "Zoom in on a cut."

She did and her partner stared, "You can call me a crazy bitch if you like but I'm thinking an old fashioned straight razor."

Kate googled a straight razor and sighed, "Do they even make these anymore?"

"Yep," She said, "I've busted more than a few mob enforcers who used these things. They're an old favorite for the good ol' boys from the good ol' days."

"I don't remember any cases where I busted Mafia guys using these." Kate said.

Jane sighed and sat in Rick's chair. "That's because the Mafia was an adaptable lot. Although most families had a signature they used, as time went on they either changed with the new world or fell to the law. But that's here in New York. In Boston, the Irish Mob stayed in power a lot longer than the Italian Mafia did and although they changed with the times they also tended to keep some of the old traditions. Most of the surviving Mafia families specialize in inside trading on the stock market. The charges are less and the pay outs are huge."

"And If I were to ask my pocket Google for the history of the straight razor?" Kate snickered.

"If I thought you were serious," Jane sneered, "I'd give you an overview."

Kate leaned back as she watched her partner. "Hit me."

Jane groaned and took a deep breath "Although it can be traced back to ancienc civilizations like Greece, Rome, and Egypt it's not very clear when the straight razor initially came about but. I do know that it was first mass produced in Sheffield, England around 1680ish. Various methods were used to sharpen the blades but the most successful method was the Ben Huntsman method of 1740. Initially embraced in France and after the sharpening method's popularity, it went to England. Later on, the Sheffield manufacturing method which produced Sheffield Silver Steel, named after its shiny finish, was combined with the Huntsman sharpening method and became the premier straight razor that was used worldwide until about the 1950s when King C. Gillette invented the safety razor. A double edged straight razor that had this curved shape between the blades that cut down on a lot of accidental nicks and cuts. That was also the world's first disposable blade razor. Even though the straight razors are still favorably manufactured and used in France, they're more or less a novelty around here.

"But almost the same time as they became popular for shaving, they became just as popular among the criminal world for slitting throats. It's how the term 'cut throat' reached worldwide notoriety."

Kate smiled as she glanced at her watch, "on that note, it's almost lunch time."

Jane looked at Kate's watch and grimaced, "Time to change into my suit."

A grin crossed her partners face, "You mean my suit."

"I can't help that I make your suits look better."

"Egotistical." Kate said with a laugh as they got up and headed to the locker room.

Quickly changing out of their clothing Kate put on a navy blue pantsuit while Jane slipped into the grey suit that Kate had loaned her for her first date with Maura. It was one of many suits the brunette had received from her partner. Jane tucked the black silk shirt in and cursed.

Kate stopped as she looked up, "What?"

She buttoned her blazer and sighed. "I'm going to have to keep this buttoned."

"Why?" Kate asked oblivious to Jane's dilemma.

Jane sighed. Every time she put on this suit she was reminded of how Maura practically tore it off her that first night. She stood up and Kate watched as Jane's face flushed brightly against her olive complexion. "I wore the wrong bra for this shirt."

A light bulb clicked on in Kate's head, "Ohhh!" She smiled, "Jeez girl, do I have to give you everything?"

Kate reached into her locker and pulled out her spare. "Jesus, Jane. After six months you'd think you'd have cooled off a little, but not my partner." She handed the plain white padded bra over, "No, my partner gets all worked up over a suit that she had sex in."

Jane's face turned a deeper shade of crimson, "Seriously, my sex life is just that: mine."

She stripped off the blazer and the shirt and quickly changed out the personal before putting it all back on. She admired how the black silk button up clung to her partner's lean body and the deep grey pants hugged her in just the right way. Once Jane slid her arms into the matching blazer and settled it over her muscular shoulders, all of Bad ass Jane was properly hidden and she appeared as regal as her girlfriend. Jane looked like she should be walking around Wall Street instead of the police department.

"Ugh." Kate said, "That suit does look better on you than on me."

A smirk greeted her, "Told ya."

Kate slammed her locker in false anger, "Shut up, Jane."

Her partner laughed.

500 Pearl Street

Kate stood outside of the women's room while Jane went in to relieve herself. As she leaned against the wall she reviewed the files for the cases they were prosecuting today. She wanted to have the facts right before ADA Adams put her up on the stand to testify.

She sighed as her partner came out of the bathroom and walked right past her in the wrong direction. Kate looked up from the file to find black hair and her grey suit heading over to the US Court side of the building.

Kate closed the file and slipped it back in her attaché case as she fast walked over to the black haired woman. Jane seemed to be in a hurry and Kate found herself jogging to catch up.

"Hey." She said loudly as her phone rang, she walked next to the woman as she dug in her pocket for the phone. "The district court is on the other side."

Jane looked over at her, "Excuse me?"

Kate found her phone as her partner came to a stop. "We're going to district court, remember."

"And you would be…?" Kate realized her partner's voice sounded wrong, less husky, with a slight Texas drawl. Kate finally looked up and realized that this wasn't her partner, though the resemblance was uncanny.

"I'm sorry." Kate said sheepishly. "I thought you were my partner for a minute."

There were shouts from down the hall. Kate looked at the dark haired woman, "If you came with someone, I bet they just made the same mistake."

She turned and started down the hall at a near run, the woman right behind her.

Jane walked out of the bathroom and glanced around for Kate but her partner had disappeared. She sighed as she figured ADA Adams must have called her to the courtroom early. She pulled out her phone and texted her partner as she headed over to the district court.

"Abbie," She heard behind her. She registered the voice coming from the cheap coffee stand that she hated and ignored it.

Glancing at her phone she thought about the case but heard that voice again.

"Abbie! We're going the wrong way!" The voice was closer but again, she ignored it. She had just reached the last hallway when someone grabbed her arm.

Jane's instinctive reaction was instant and immediate. She grabbed the arm and twisted as she spun around, wrenching the arm and bending it up the man's back as she shoved him against the wall. Several bystanders shouted and gasped at the explosive reaction. Jane leaned into the man.

"You shouldn't get grabby, pal." She said in a huff, "Now who the hell are you and why are you grabbing my goddamn arm?" she shouted with authority.

"What the hell are you doing?" Pain filled his voice as she applied a touch more pressure.

"Getting ready to break your arm if you don't start talking right now." She said coldly.

"Jane!" Kate shouted, "Let him go."

She looked over her shoulder and did a double take at the black haired woman next to her partner. Jane let go of the man's arm and stared blatantly at the woman next to Kate.

She too stared but not as directly.

The man started rubbing his shoulder as he turned on her, he too froze as he saw the two women. Jane walked slowly towards her.

"Am I missing something?"

"It was an honest mistake, Jane." She said as she indicated the woman. "I did it too."

"Abbie," He said, "What's going on?"

Abbie stared at her doppelganger as she answered, "I really don't know."

Jane noticed that the woman had a voice similar to her own but nowhere near as coarse. Her hair was straight and styled loosely, flowing to chest level. She seemed younger than Jane but not by a lot. Eyes every bit as dark as her own stared back in shock and curiosity. Jane's threat detection noticed movement from next to her.

The man stepped wide around Jane as he came to Abbie's side. "She looks just like you. I thought she was you."

"I know my partner." Kate said defensively, "They do look alike but I can see the difference now."

"Ok," Jane said "I'm confused, I'm angry, and I'm armed. Someone want to explain this to me?"

Abbie stepped around Jane carefully as she looked at her. This woman was taller than her by a good two inches. Her body type was the same but she could plainly see that she radiated strength and authority. Although she hadn't seen her co-worker shoved against the wall, she could easily imagine this lean, powerful woman doing it in the blink of an eye. Abbie could see the muscles of her neck and jaw tense as well as minute flexing of her shoulders that said she was ill-at-ease with the scrutiny she was under. Abbie stopped in front of her and noted the detective's badge carried on her jacket.

She held up her hand. "Abbie Carmichael. AUSA."

Jane scowled, Assistant United States Attorney. She worked as a prosecutor in the highest court there was and she had just assaulted one of her co-workers.

I better make this up quick, she thought as she took the woman's hand. "Detective Jane Rizzoli."

Abbie felt something under her thumb and gently twisted Jane's hand to see the white puckered scar on her palm.

"I'm sorry about that but I've had a lot of bad things happen to me and when he grabbed my arm, I just reacted." Jane tried hard not to move as her double looked at the scars and when Abbie let go, Jane opened her hand to show the inside palm. She didn't know why, she just did. Abbie gasped at the jagged line of scar tissue and as Jane raised her other hand, Abbie fought not to cover her mouth with her hand.

This woman had been through hell and she could honestly understand her reaction to being grabbed. Jane's eyes stared at her as if to say don't ask.

The attorney shook her head and cleared her mind, "They say everyone has a double out there."

"If my girlfriend was here, she could tell you the statistical probabilities of actually meeting them." Jane looked at the man standing nearby, "Really, I apologize."

He rolled his shoulder. "Well Detective, I'd say that was excessive force."

"Leave her alone, Mike." Abbie said sharply as she looked at Kate and saw the sergeant's badge. "Like the Sergeant said, it was an honest mistake. Just let it go."

With a glance Jane realized that her double was in charge and was immediately grateful. She felt that Abbie would help smooth it over if she could. Jane felt like a shit for using Abbie's pity to get her way but throwing an AUSA around was not something she wanted to explain to Captain Gates. She didn't need any more attention drawn to her today.

A beep sounded in the hallway and Abbie pulled her phone out and turned her head slightly. "Detective, I'd like to talk to you for a while but I'm needed in court."

Jane nodded her head, "Me too." She said. "It was nice meeting you, Ms. Carmichael."

Abbie nodded and turned back to her co-worker, "Come on, Mike. Let's get in there."

They turned and headed over to the US Court and Jane breathed again. "I thought I stepped in it there."

Kate shook her head and put a hand on her shoulder, "Oh, hon. You did step in it but she just bailed you out."

As she looked down the hall, she found brown eyes like her own glancing back. Even though she doubted Abbie could see her clearly, Jane sent a kind smile down the hall before turning back to the courtroom.