Heads up, I got a lot done this week. Four chapters ready to go. This one goes out to Z because he likes the domestic thing. I know you beta-ed it but hope you liked it anyway.

For the Storyfreak, your up in 07. So here we go with the introduction of our bad guys. Enjoy the sadistic pleasures of a good bad guy.

Its Friday and I'm home early, kids at school, wife at work, I'm plopping down to watch Castle season 4, it came while I was out. Expect posts to Friend in Me to follow shortly.

She turned away from the window allowing the moving blanket that they had strung over the window to fall back in place. She stalked over to the US Customs Officer tied to the pillar and smiled evilly.

"Truthfully, I detest this city." She said calmly. "I hate New York with a passion, but it has such a huge clientele basis for my business that I can't simply wipe it off the face of the Earth."

She knelt down in front of him and grinned coldly. "My late husband paid you handsomely for your services. I offered you more as long as you turned in my competitors shipments. But you thought you could have it both ways. You took my money and you took theirs."

Her large partner grabbed the man by the chin in a crushing grip, "She doesn't like it when people don't do their jobs. It pisses her off." His grin was toothy and vicious as he looked up at her, "How do you want him?"

She thought about that for a second. "He stole from me. Find a saw."

He nodded and headed away from them.

The man started wrestling against his restraints. "Please," she said in a smooth voice, "If you get free, I'm going to cut your throat." She flicked open an antique straight razor. "I'll make it hurt and as I'm sure your aware, I like to hear screams."

Kneeling next to him she gently draped the blade over his throat, "If it's good enough, I can actually orgasm from it. But I have a feeling that you won't bring me that kind of satisfaction."

She eased the blade beneath the gag and cut it away.

He spat the cloth out, "Please, Please." He said in earnest, "I'll do whatever you want! Anything!"

She shook her head, her dark hair cascading around her face, "It's too late for that, Mark. You had your chance." She slashed a neat red line across his forehead.

He screamed slightly and she was disappointed, "That's why I prefer my associate to do the torturing. It's not that I can't do it. He's just knows the best ways to get you to scream."

Heavy foot falls signaled his return, "Oh good, Romeo is back."

Her partner held up a thin hack saw, "Best I could come up with. Next time, I'll remember your preferences for thieves."

"No battery powered devices, I like watching your arm move." She said with a grin.

He nodded, knowing that it wasn't sexual, she was a creature of sights and sounds and he knew her very well. He handed her the saw and she fingered the edge.

"Could you have found something duller than this?" She barked.

"It's almost a brand new blade and it cuts through steel. Believe me, mistress. You will be satisfied." He said as he slid a work bench over to them.

The customs agent started blubbering and Ravenna slapped him across the face, hard enough to knock a tooth loose, "Pussy ass men in uniform, they think they're all hard until a woman steps up with a hack saw."

He chuckled, "Or a wood chipper." He laughed and she could see that he was truly amused.

"You still think that was overboard."

"Not at all." He said as jerked the man's arm free of the restraints and tied it to the bench, "I just thought that it was too kind of you. I would have fed his family through it first and made him watch."

She nodded, "But his teenage son was so much fun in bed."

"Until you cut his head off." He laughed and looked back at the agent, "She doesn't like disappointment."

"True. The daughter did prove to be more talented." She said as she handed him the saw. "I always wanted a daughter." It was a regretful tone as she placed her hand to her abdomen. "I wanted to feel it growing inside me, until I birthed it in pain and anguish and raised her to be strong like me."

"Cold-hearted bitch like you." said the man.

Ravenna turned on him, and her eyes were murderous, "Tourniquet him, cut off his hands and then burn him alive."

Romeo sighed, "Couldn't just shut up and screamed could you?" He said as he tied rope around the man's wrists, "Nope, you have to piss her off to the extreme. Do you know how long it takes to calm her down after that? No, of course not. None of you do because you're already dead. I'm the only one who gets that pleasure. So now you're going to do some serious screaming because it's the only way I'm going to get any sleep tonight."

He placed he hacksaw to the man's wrists and he started screaming in terror. Ravenna held a light grin as she closed her eyes and listened. Before Romeo could even push the first stroke of the saw he could smell the sting of urine.

"Pussy." He mumbled as he shoved the saw forward against the man's skin.

"So what you're saying is that you have a problem with how I run my take over?" Ravenna said as she watched Romeo cover their stolen Cadillac in gasoline.

"Not saying that at all." He threw the can in the back seat and slammed the door shut. "All I'm saying is that word isn't getting out as fast as it could."

"And you would suggest what?" She wasn't angry, she trusted him as he pulled out matches from the Columbia cantina they burned to the ground last week.

He held the match book up to her and she shook her head. She liked the car they had taken and burning it wasn't as satisfying as burning a person.

"I'm saying that we should probably leave a calling card or cut up someone and let them live. It would get out a lot faster."

"And several of them would get pissed and try to fight us." she scoffed, "No, the best thing is to do what we're already doing."

He lit a match and ignited the book before tossing it on the hood of the car. The caddy burst into flames as they walked away.

He shook his head, "Okay, so not letting someone live." He rubbed his chin and then snapped his fingers. "A witness, someone that we deal with, we drag him in when we have to do this kind of thing and we let him watch so that they all get that we're not the ones to fuck with."

She thought about it for a few minutes and nodded.

"Humphrey has an issue with Morgan, right?"

He nodded, "They can't seem to get along. Both want control over the drugs in Queens but neither has the pair to take what the other has."

"That's because they're both wimps." She said thoughtfully. "Who is the best to distribute after the other one is gone?"

"Neither, they're both lame." He said as he opened the door of their rental car. "I'd give Alonzo the chance if I could. I think the kid's got talent."

"Arrange a meeting at a warehouse with Humphrey and Morgan." She said, "Tell them that the Raven is upset over their squabble and will be in America to personally solve their dispute. Bring Alonzo with you to the meeting and we'll burn them both alive in front of Alonzo. Give him Brooklyn and allow him to leave unharmed. Tell Mango that he'd better be a convincing Raven representative this time."

Romeo nodded, "Now we're talking."

"But let's keep our beloved senator and the DEA in the dark."

"You're worried about Beltran?"

She looked at him, "Aren't you?"

He nodded as he drove them towards LaGuardia Airport.

Several hours later Detective Ryan stood near the crumpled form of the burnt out body with a cloth over his face.

"Jesus," He said as he stared the corpse, "Where are his hands?"

Esposito watched a crime scene tech open the cardboard box that sat on the floor nearby. He looked in as the tech gagged.

"Right here," he said indifferently. "Someone hacked his hands off and then set him on fire."

Ryan sighed heavily into the rag, "Right within eye shot of Riker's and no one saw a thing."

Esposito crouched next to the body and sighed, "This guy did something bad for this to happen." He looked up at his partner, "Having your hands cut off."

Dr. Lanie Parrish shook her head as she examined the body, "His hands were cut off pre mortem." She looked up at her boyfriend, "I'd say someone was out to punish him for theft."

"Beckett said something about her and Rizzoli finding salt in the wounds of their vics, any indication of that here?"

She examined the stumps of his arms. "I doubt it but I'll have the lab swab it anyway."

Ryan looked over at Esposito, "Where are the twins anyway?"

Esposito shook his head, "Day off, they got stuck working Yankee Stadium yesterday. We're it today."

"What position?" Ryan asked as she set down his hankie and pulled on some gloves, "They get stadium patrol?" he laughed, since they had rank on most everyone on the detail Ryan figured they got the choice assignments.

"Gate Four, traffic." He said.

Ryan grinned, "I bet they're both still in bed."

Lanie looked up, "Excuse me?" Her face held distain.

"Um you know." He frowned at her angry stare, "At their homes. With their lovers." He groaned, "Not like that."

Her look did not improve, "Oh man." He sighed.

Esposito smiled, "Nice Bro. Real nice."

After emptying out the dryer, Jane shoved the load from the washer into it and closed the lid. She wiped down the washer with a cling wipe and tossed it in the trash before emptying out the lint trap on the dryer and turning it on.

Picking up the basket she hung it on one hip and headed back to the living room. Dropping the basket on the floor she picked up her beer and sipped at it lightly before setting it on the table and hit play on Maura's Tivo. The Red Sox opening day game resumed from the top of the third.

Jane sat on the couch and started folding laundry as Maura looked up from her computer. She paused as she watched her lover carefully sort and fold clothing into two sections and three categories. Hers and Maura's, tops, bottoms, and personals.

She couldn't believe the reversal that Jane had gone through. This time two years ago the woman's idea of laundry was letting it pile up until either she or her mother came over and did it, or until she didn't have anything to wear. When that happened, she would start washing and drying and leave the clean clothes in a pile in her room until either Maura or Angela came over and put them away.

She finished folding and piled the neatly folded clothes into the basket, hit pause on the Tivo and took the basket into their bedroom where Maura knew they'd be put away properly. Jane came out with the empty basket and set it on the dryer. Maura smiled at her love.

Jane came out of the laundry room and plopped back on the couch and resumed the game. Since Bass was sunning himself in front of the couch, Jane gently rested her feet crossed at the ankles on his shell. The tortoise looked up at her and then closed his eyes again, continuing to enjoy the warm light.

"Jane," Maura chided, "He's not a foot rest."

Jane glanced over at Bass and back to Maura, "He only minds when I'm wearing boots or dirty socks. The rest of the time, he doesn't care."

Maura smiled, over the last six months it was a continuing argument but Jane was right about one thing. The giant tortoise didn't seem to mind playing foot rest for her love. In fact, since Jane had moved in, she often found the reptile near the couch as if awaiting Jane's return.

"How is your tortoise doing?" She asked.

"Frankie's been taking care of Tank ever since he moved into my old condo." Jane said as she sipped at the beer again, "Said he's getting big and he wants me to take him back but we agreed to wait until warmer weather to move him."

Maura nodded, "That's a good idea but I believe with us moving to Boston soon, it might be better if Tank stayed there until we come home."

Jane nodded, "That was kinda my thinking."

"Speaking of Boston, I was looking into the fertility clinics." She said as she picked up her laptop and carried it over to the couch. "These two have the best record, 'Brand New Day' and 'New Beginnings'."

She caught Jane cringe. "Jane?"

She looked over and to Maura it was obvious that there was something on the brunette's mind. "Let's go with Brand New Day. It's not far from the Commons."

"Are you having second thoughts about the pregnancy?"

Jane looked at her as if Maur had just sprouted a second head, "Hell no, baby! I want to see you carry my baby. I do!" She cupped Maura's face gently. "I don't have any doubts about that or about you. It's just…"

"Just what?" Maura said with that beautiful smile that always turned her into putty.

"I… I just need to get a few things done first." She said softly. "I'll tell you about it soon but I… I really need to do this right."

"Do what?" Maura said as she lowered her voice and gently nibbled on Jane's ear. "Read the pregnancy suggestions I gave you?" she breathed into Jane's ear.

"I read those." She said confidently, "I especially enjoyed the part about having sex as often as possible."

Maura gently nibbled the top of Jane's earlobe, "That's for male/female couples. The more the man ejaculates into the woman, the better chances of pregnancy."

Jane shuttered at the word, "That ruined it for me." She grunted and fell back into the couch.

Maura stared, "What?"

She smiled at Maura's cluelessness, "Ejaculation. It's gross."

"It's a normal function of male anatomy."

Jane waved a hand over her lap, "And that's why the only thing that resembles male anatomy in our relationship is in your bedside drawer, not mine. I don't need it, I don't want it." She took Maura's hands into her own and gently bit the pads of her fingers, "The only thing I ever want inside me again is right here." She gently sucked on Maura's middle finger, laving it with her tongue as she smiled a tight lipped smile at her lover. She gently pulled it out of her mouth with a soft pop as she grinned seductively.

Maura's eyes were hot and smoky as she gently leaned over her love. "And what about this?" She kissed her passionately and invaded Jane's mouth with her tongue. She broke away from Jane as her love cupped her behind.

Jane sighed, "Definitely that, too." She picked her feet up off of Bass and rolled them over on the couch so she was on top of her love. Jane smiled as she felt Maura's legs wrap around her. She reveled in the sensation of her Maura. Jane leaned away and peeled her shirt off as Maura's hands ran behind her back to unhook Jane's bra.

"Now who needs a penis when a girl can have that?" She sighed as Maura lay on top of her. "You do things to me that no man could ever do."

Maura smiled. "You're biased."

"No, I'm gay." Jane said with a chuckle. "And you're the only one I've ever loved like this, no one else could ever compare to you, baby."

Maura smiled at the heart felt words that Jane uttered so carelessly but she knew better. She was the only one that Jane spoke freely to, without shielding herself with her strength or hiding behind sarcasm. But even so, she knew that Jane still had things that she hadn't shared with her and it was clear that Jane didn't want to share them but Maura trusted her to keep her word. Jane said she was done hiding and Maura believed her.

"I love you, Jane." She said as she rested her head on Jane's chest. "I'll always love you like no one else because no one else has ever loved me like you do."

Jane smiled and stroked her hand through Maura's beautiful honey colored locks.

"When I'm with you, I don't care about being socially awkward because I have you. I don't care that I was adopted and that my mother didn't show me the kind of love you had. I don't care that my biological father is a crime boss. I don't care who calls me the Queen of the Dead because I have you and you have given me all of the things I never had and everything I've always wanted and never thought I'd have." She looked up into Jane's eyes, "When I'm with you, I feel alive and it's all because you love me."

Jane pulled her a little tighter, "I've always loved you, Maura. I know that now. I've loved you ever since the day I asked you out to lunch. I knew even before I punched out Crowe."

"You wanted to do that anyway." Maura chuckled.

"Um, yeah, it's Crowe. But even if he wasn't an ass, I'd still have punched him out for hurting your feelings."

Maura smiled and gently kissed her girlfriend's throat. Jane was starting to feel that heat radiate through them when her phone rang with an annoying ring tone.

Jane groaned, "If it's a telemarketer, I'm going to shoot them." She slid out from under Maura and walked over to the kitchen counter. Maura bit her lip in appreciation of Jane's nude form; her eyes lingered on her girlfriends toned butt.

She scowled as she didn't recognize the number. She looked back at Maura and groaned at the beautiful sight as she answered the phone, "Rizzoli."

"Janie!" her father shouted through the phone.

Jane dropped sharply behind the counter with the urge to cover herself. Maura frowned at the action.

"Pop?" She said nervously.

"I've been trying to get a hold of you for weeks. Where have you been?"

Jane shimmied into the laundry room and came back out in a towel as she tossed one to Maura. "I moved to New York City about a year and a half ago."

He sighed, "I know that already, Janie. I mean what are you doing in New York City? I thought you loved Boston and no one here will tell me why you moved over there just that you're with that dead body doctor."

Jane could feel her anger rising quickly, "Be careful there, Pop."

She felt Maura's hand on her bare shoulder. She looked back at her and Maura tried to smile but it didn't come across right. But the gesture was reassuring.

"That's not why I called but we can talk about that later. Right now I need to tell you something."

She knew what was coming but she let him finish, "Janie I didn't want to say this over the phone but… I got cancer, prostate cancer."

Maura heard him and took the phone from her and put it on speaker. "Mr. Rizzoli, this is Dr. Isles. Have you had any kind of testing done to determine the stage of the cancer cells?"

"Look, I'm not comfortable talking about this with you." he said sharply.

"Pop, if you're talking to me, you're talking to Maura too. That's just how it is and despite her preference for working with the dead, she's still a Medical Doctor and a Professor at one of the best Medical Schools in the country. You might want to listen to her."

"Janie can't I just talk to you?" He asked.

"Whether you tell her now or I tell her later, she's going to know, Pop. I don't keep secrets from Maura, ever. She knows more about this kinda thing than anyone I know so you might as well just answer her."

He huffed over the phone and caved. That more than anything told her how serious it was, "No. I got diagnosed a couple of weeks ago and came back to Boston to take care of a few things. I haven't had time to get the other tests done."

Maura nodded, "You should go see Dr. Zachary Marsh. He's a specialist in prostate cancer in Boston. He has an excellent background and comes with very high recommendations."

Frankie tipped them off a few days ago so it wasn't unexpected, but Jane smiled and slid an arm around Maura. Leave it to her love to gather the information her father would need.

"Yeah, Um, thanks." He sighed, "So, uh, when can I get you to come home?"

"Pop, I had this conversation with Ma a couple of Months ago, we're not coming back to Boston until late June."

"No, I mean for the weekend. I… I'd…I'd just feel better if I had my family with me for this."

Jane scowled, "Um, I'm not sure, I'd have to check."

Maura already had her phone out and was texting Kate. A few minutes later, Kate texted back. "Sergeant Beckett talked to Captain Gates, She said you'll have next weekend off."

Jane glared her eyes at Maura. "Really? you just jumped right to my boss."

"Your father has cancer Jane." She said softly, "It's one of those things that people make an exception for."

Jane kissed her softly and Frank cleared his throat, "So next weekend?"

Jane grinned at Maura and whispered in her ear, "Time to collect on that wager." She licked Maura's earlobe gently and Maura shuttered.

"Yeah, next weekend as long as nothing else happens here to mess it up." Jane said.

"I will make sure nothing does, Mr. Rizzoli." Maura added. "We'll be home Friday night."

"Um, you're coming too?" His voice was cautious as if he was walking on eggshells.

"Of course," She said warmly, "Mr. Rizzoli, you're Jane's father and this is going to be hard on both of you so it's only right that I be there to support you both."

"Uh, yeah. Thanks but I was hoping to keep this in the family."

"She is family, Pop." The unspoken warning radiated from her mouth. "Ask Ma or your kids."

"Ok, Janie." He said, "I'm sorry. I just… I miss you guys."

Maura watched Jane soften right there, "Yeah. I miss you too, pop. I'll see ya next Friday."