Intro to a new character, He was seen in DOJ but never directly identified but here he is. Thank you Z for your help, he's beta ing and editing but any goofs that remain are all mine. Enjoy.
Kieran Connelly leaned back on the comfy brown couch and sighed contently as he put his feet up on the coffee table. He smiled as he watched the world soccer tournament on the borrowed flat screen TV. His life was looking up.
Recently freed of his debt to Paddy Doyle, he stayed in Boston. Partially because it was home and partially because of whom he owed his freedom to; he still couldn't believe that Paddy had recanted all of his debts and released him just to babysit. Still expecting the crime boss to come busting in and dragging him back into his collections racket, Kieran had resided himself to enjoying what little time he had left.
He sipped at a Harp's lager and enjoyed the quiet life, knowing that tomorrow he would be back on the street rounding up dead beat crooks who'd jumped bond. He tried to find better work but since he had spent so many years running collections for paddy, he didn't have much in the way of skills, so a quick phone call to his cousin and a lengthy explanation about what had transpired here over the holidays and his cousin had suggested that if he really wanted to make a go at the legitimate life, he should consider either bouncing or Bond Enforcement.
A couple of online courses and a police certification and he was out looking for work. A few weeks later he got one and it wasn't even far from downtown. To protect the ones who set him free, he paid an old friend to use his address and he had set up shop in a guest house in fashionable Beacon Hill.
Being a devout Irish Catholic, he prayed for his continued freedom and for the health and wellbeing of his benefactor and her girlfriend.
He went to his borrowed bed every night remembering exactly how he had gotten his freedom.
He grabbed the bum and shoved him against the wall, "Come on Jacob, just give me whatever you have in your pocket or at home. Give me something I can use to get Doyle off your arse for a few days."
The man coughed, blood from his split lip mingled with his saliva as it dripped out of his mouth, "I don't have anything Kieran. I swear. Just let me go."
Kieran punched the guy in his stomach, knocking the wind out of him, "I can't. It's either you or me and I've been there enough. Just give me something to work with here. "
His phone rang and he slapped the man lightly, "Don't leave or I'll have to stop being nice."
He pulled his phone out and groaned at the number. He flipped it open and huffed, "Yeah?"
"Kieran, it's Paddy. I've got a job for you." His gruff voice had a deadly edge to it.
"I'm already running collections and I don't kill people." He said harshly.
"It's not that specifically, though I can't say that it won't be necessary." He said, "Head over to Mass General, fourth floor, room two oh three."
Kieran hunched over, "You're sending me to the hospital, what is it, pinch someone's IV until they give up something?"
"No, guard duty." Kieran straightened, "Do this for me and you're out, free and clear."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing, "One job gets me out? How long is the job?"
"Go to two oh three and report to a woman named Jane. She'll be in charge. You take your orders from her and no one else. She can tell you anything except to leave."
He glared as Jacob straightened but one look from Kieran held him in place. "Only Jane, does that include you?"
"Yes; you work for her now." He said, "There's a woman inside, her name is Maura Isles, guard her with your life because your life depends on it. If you fail and Jane doesn't kill you, I will. Oh, and Kieran?"
"Yeah?"
"You work for her until she releases you and she can't do that until they're on their way back to New York. That's the deal. You work for her, doing whatever she wants, short of leaving Maura until they're on their way back to New York. Pull whoever you want from my organization as long as they don't have a record."
"How am I supposed to know who this Jane is?"
"She's a tall Italian girl and she'll be with an equally tall New York chick. Everything about her will scream at you that she's dangerous. The lady in the room will be her girlfriend. And just to give you a heads up, they're all cops and not a single one of them is dirty."
"If they're all cops then why are you sending me on a protection job?" He groaned, "They can protect her just fine."
"Because Jane asked for a man on the door and I know that you will do anything to settle the debt. That means that I can trust you with this."
He looked at Jacob, "Alright, I'm on the way. Oh and I got Jacob to cough up fifty bucks, it's not much but it's what he had on him."
"Remind him that Mack will be taking over for you next week." He hung up.
Kieran pulled fifty bucks out of his pocket, "You have no idea how lucky you are today." He shoved the fifty into the man's back pocket, "Mack is coming next week, if you want my advice, you'll give him that after he catches up with you."
He turned and walked away. Leaving Jacob both stunned and wheezing.
Rizzoli hadn't taken well to his presence at first until he explained that he was under orders to answer only to her, not even Paddy could order him away without her.
He stood vigil, only leaving when Jane was present and even then he dozed in an adjacent room before cleaning up in the bathroom and resuming his post. Jane came to appreciate his diligence. She allowed him to stand in the church for her fallen comrade and allowed him to use the guest house. He stayed far enough away to respect their privacy but he still kept watch. She released him right before she and her crew got into the black car and drove away.
He supposed he should have packed up and left but feeling indebted to her for this, he stayed and kept the house safe and the realtor away. It took a while for her to figure out he was still there and he calmly explained that he had nowhere to go and that he had no useful skills outside of roughing people up. She allowed him to stay under the promise that he'd find a legal job.
They were due back soon for the weekend and he had made sure that the house was ready for them. The black bronco that he had purchased with his first take down was clean and shiny so as not to embarrass his benefactor. He made sure that the yard was mowed and the driveway was clean.
Jane said that they were riding in so he made sure the courtyard was clear and ready to receive. He took his duties very seriously, both on protection and keeping the house neat and presentable.
Finishing his beer he looked at his watch and decided that it was time. He left the guest house and checked out the huge home thoroughly for unlocked doors, windows, listening devices or cameras. Finding everything in order he figured the detective and the doctor would want a nice atmosphere so he quickly set up and lit the fire place. Earlier that day he had opened the windows to allow the house to breathe for a few hours while he tended the rest of the yard.
It was whenever he worked outside in the tiny front yard was when he drew attention to himself. But then again, he was the kind of person who was always out of place. Dressed in boots, jeans and a black sleeveless Dropkick Murphy's T-shirt, he knew that he stood out, but not as much as the time he put on loafers and a polo shirt. Oh, the stares he got that day. He was fairly certain it was because the clothes didn't match the scar that ran from his ear to his chin; if you have visible scars people tend to think that you did something to deserve them.
More than a few times he had to call Frankie Rizzoli to get the hoity toity neighbors to back off. After a while though and since he kept to himself and didn't bother anyone, most eventually accepted the bull shit story that he was the home's caretaker while the Doctor was in New York. Some still thought that he was trespassing or squatting. But even the hard core, you-shouldn't-be-in-this-neighborhood homeowners had left him alone for the most part, though he was expecting a few of them to accost the good doctor on their return.
Once the fire was going he made sure that the lights were comfortable and headed out, leaving only the courtyard door unlocked. He opened the small gate that separated the driveway from the court. The thought of the neighbors rushing to their windows to identify the sound crossed his mind as he stood, awaiting his benefactor.
The big bike roared up the street and he heard the rider downshifting in true biker fashion, hitting four of those gears just right to produce the best rumble. He heard it slow to a creep before the headlight shone up the drive. The black beast rumbled slightly and turned sharply into the court Yard.
Kieran stepped over to the gate and closed and locked it as the house's owner climbed off the big machine. He nodded a greeting at the beautiful doctor as she took off her helmet. His benefactor revved it once more as she eyed the doc before shutting it down.
There was no mistaking the heated look that passed between them and Kieran made a mental note to turn up his borrowed TV tonight just to give them privacy.
Jane Rizzoli leaned the kickstand of her bike on the block of wood that Kieran had set out. It was to prevent scratches to the rather expensive paver stones; at least he thought they were expensive. They were polished after all.
She swung a leg over the bike and stood up tall. He held out a hand to take their helmets. Maura handed it off but Jane glared at his hand.
"Kieran, I really don't need a servant." She said as she set the helmet down on the bike, "Seriously, I understand that you feel indebted to us but really, I didn't have anything to do with it."
"You got me off the hook with Paddy," he said, "I can't pay that debt."
She scoffed at him, "You've done more than enough already. Just enjoy it."
He smiled kindly, "Thank you, but if it's all the same to you, I'd like to stick around for a while."
"I think you found a friend Jane." Maura said lightly as she greeted Kieran warmly. "Hello Kieran, the house looks beautiful."
He nodded, "Thank you ma'am. I'm getting pretty good with the hedger too."
Jane rolled her eyes as she took Maura's tote out of the saddle bag. It had taken Jane forever to convince Maura to take only a few personal items since she had a full wardrobe here, Jane on the other hand hadn't packed much at all, just an extra outfit if she needed it.
"Anything interesting going on?" Jane asked.
"Not really," He said in his thick brogue, "Few of the neighbors are curious about me and there was one guy who was sniffing around for a bit until I caught him trying to hop the alley fence. It didn't go well for him and he hasn't been back since. Also earlier today there was an older gentleman looking for you."
Jane paused at the door as she was following Maura inside, "What did he look like?"
"Old Italian with this ugly leisure suit on, looked like a retired mob guy though he did look kinda like you a bit."
"It was probably my father." She said regretfully.
He turned his head slightly as he tried to understand, "Something wrong?"
She nodded and there was a sadness Kieran didn't like, "He's not going to take my relationship with Maura very well so don't come running in if there's yelling."
He nodded and turned back to the guest house.
"How's the new job going?" She asked as she reached the door.
He turned and grinned, "I didn't know there were jobs like that. I get to do what I've always done but now I got the law on my side."
She smiled at him, "Feels good, doesn't it?"
He nodded, "I sleep better," and stepped inside.
As she stepped into Maura's house Jane thought about his life as an Enforcer for Paddy. Even though she really didn't do anything to get him out of that other than a smart ass remark to Paddy in the hospital, she was glad to know that he was trying. She patted herself on the back for reading him correctly and giving him the chance to change the outcome of his life. Though how he got into Bond Enforcement was anyone's guess. But it was honest work and with his connections he was sure to have a great deal of success.
She kicked off her boots at the door and found Maura sitting in the living room couch with that look in her eye.
Jane felt naked already as her lover ran her hungry eyes along her body.
"You'd think a three hour ride with that crappy suspension on my bike would tire you out."
Maura smiled seductively, "Jane, you know how much your bike excites me."
A knowing smile creased Jane's face as she began to unbutton her vest. Maura's eyes watched each movement of Jane's slender fingers and licked her lips in anticipation. When she finished the last button, she didn't remove the leather, just let it hang open showing off her stomach and her sternum without actually revealing her breasts. Maura noted that Jane hadn't worn a bra and came to the conclusion that her lover had anticipated her need.
Jane stalked toward her like a hungry predator and Maura felt her breath catch. That dark, smoky look from Jane made her so hot that she wanted to tear every scrap of clothing off of both of them. She shook her shoulders before leaning back against the arm of the couch.
"I think I just ruined another pair of panties." She said huskily.
Jane smiled, "I wonder how many more we can ruin."
Slowly and with extra care to make the moves as sensual as possible, Jane placed herself over top of Maura's body. Her lover's hands invaded the inside of her vest and as her hands slid up towards her breasts. Jane realized that Maura wasn't the only one who needed a change of underwear. No one else ever gave her that problem and as she smiled down at her soul mate as she revelled in the knowledge that it was a good problem to have.
Angela Rizzoli was an Italian housewife who had reinvented herself after her husband of forty years had abandoned and divorced her. Mother of three wonderful children, "adoptive" mother of three more beautiful girls and engaged to a wonderfully thoughtful man who always put her needs first.
She drove a blue Toyota Prius and worked in a café. The Prius was a gift from one of her adoptive daughters last Christmas and Angela treasured it. The café was located inside the Boston Police Department's Division One Headquarters, not to be confused with the Boston Police Headquarters on Boylston. She lived in a beautiful home near Boston Cambridge University, a distinct step up from the home in Revere that she had occupied for almost 35 years, not that that mattered. Her boyfriend and eventual husband was a Lieutenant and in charge of BPD Homicide unit.
Funny thing that; her oldest child, biologically anyway, decided to become a cop at age twenty and had signed up with Boston. Since then, BPD had slowly invaded her family and she was starting to love it. Since then her family had extended to include the NYPD through her so called twin girls.
Janie was her first born and, although no longer the oldest, she was always the central nexus of her family and Jane becoming a cop had sent them all on a rollercoaster of a ride that had bonded them together like nothing else ever could. She was smart, tough, and strong beyond comprehension and Angela was immensely proud of her.
As soon as Frankie had been old enough, he joined BPD too. Although he did it because he idolized his sister, he too had become one helluva cop and, like her Janie, a homicide detective. Her nosy nature also revealed that he was heavily involved with a smart and lovely young girl who was also a cop.
Tommy was always the trouble maker and it had landed him in jail more than a few times and once into prison, but with the birth of his son TJ, he had gone to great lengths to change his life. Now, he had revived his father's plumbing business and was making a good and honest living, supporting his girlfriend and son.
Maura was the first to be adopted as a Rizzoli. Smart, beautiful and a genius, she was Jane's Medical Examiner and best friend until six months ago when she became her daughter's girlfriend. Angela had never seen two people so happily in love. It had been a long road for them but Angela had always wanted a doctor in the family and hoped Maura would legally become a Rizzoli soon.
She smiled as she thought of Katie, her second adopted. She was Jane's twin even though she was three years younger. A native of Manhattan, she was a Sergeant in NYPD's Homicide unit. Jane had gone to live with her a year and a half ago and there was no puzzle, no murder and no mystery they could not solve together. She was Jane's best friend and she was engaged to a successful Novelist who helped them solve crimes.
Jordan had Taken over for Maura in the ME's office when she had followed Jane to New York. She was beautiful, brilliant and sassy. Even though she was her fiancé's niece, Angela treated her like another daughter. She was the oldest and driven by her feelings, she often helped her boyfriend solve murders since he too, was a BPD Homicide Detective and Frankie's partner.
As she pulled off Boylston and headed toward Beacon Hill her thoughts turned to Livy, another New Yorker who had greatly affected Janie's life. She was strong, proud, and resilient and now a Lieutenant in NYPD's Special Victim's Unit. She was the oldest of all of them and was quickly becoming yet another adopted Rizzoli. But her relationship with an attorney in New York and her job were weighing heavily on her, to the point where Angela was worried.
Janie, Katie, and Maura were all looking out for her and she again thanked God that she had such a wonderful, caring family.
As she neared her destination, she spotted the Black SUV that revealed the presence of the scary looking but polite man who Maura had rented her guest house out to. It being in the street was a sign that he was expecting them soon. She parked behind the giant vehicle so as not to disturb him and gathered the leftovers she had from dinner earlier that night. Jane and Maura both loved her lasagna and she had made sure there was enough for them to eat after their long trip to Boston.
As she walked up to the house she glanced up at the driveway to verify that her daughters had not made it home yet. Last thing she wanted was to walk in on them as she had after New Year's. Again, so as not to disturb the man in black, she took out her keys and shoved it in the front door lock. A twist of the wrist and she was inside.
"Oh, Jane! I'M… UHHH!" a heated voice shouted.
"Baby, omigod, Maura!" was the echoing and equally enthralled voice.
All she saw before slamming her eyes shut was Maura on top of Jane and both their hands and legs were intertwined, hips together and not a piece of clothing on either one.
She had done it again.
Angela took a step back to get out before she was spotted but she accidentally kicked the door shut with a resounding thud. Her hand instantly went to her eyes.
In her blindness she heard Maura squeal in surprise and the sound of a body hitting the floor.
"Jesus Christ, Ma!" her daughter's angry voice reverberated through the house, "Can you please KNOCK!?"
"I didn't see anything," she said in horror, "I swear."
She heard the distinctive patter of bare feet running across the room and up the stairs. She stood there, not daring to open her eyes.
After about a minute, Angela slowly opened her eyes and peeked about the room through her fingers. She was alone. She dropped her hand and wished she hadn't. Both Jane and Maura's clothes were thrown in a haphazard circle around the couch, including a lacy red thong and a pair of low cut black cotton hip huggers. A lacy red bra was dangling from the tilted lamp shade. She bent over to pick up the mess when the condition of the underwear stopped her.
Nope! I'm not picking that up. At least I know their sex life is good. Although even she had limits as to how much she wanted to know about her children. She straightened and headed into the kitchen carrying only the lasagna. As she turned on the oven and unwrapped the pan she noted that there was no coffee ready.
They must have walked in and just went for it. She blushed slightly at the thought and started a fresh carafe. How did they get here? Janie's car isn't in the driveway.
Her curiosity won out and she looked out the back door. Jane's motorcycle was quietly ticking in the courtyard. She knew from her experience with Frank's motorcycle in their youth that bikes often ticked and pinged as they cooled. She shut the door and resumed her task of preparing her daughters' meal.
A few minutes later, Jane came down the steps in a huff, wearing a tank top and Pyjama bottoms. Angela didn't say anything as she set a cup of coffee in front of her daughter. A phone call from them would have saved all three of them the embarrassment. Plus, she wasn't about to let her daughter get away with her language no matter how old she was, you just don't curse the Savior's name like that.
"That's supposed to make me feel better?" Jane growled as she took the cup and lifted it to her lips.
Angela was about to reply when the kitchen timer dinged. Instead of talking, she opened the oven and put on an oven mitt. Jane groaned loudly as she pulled the lasagna out of the oven and set it on the stove. She carved it up and placed two slices on plates.
"Mangia!" She said sharply and shoved the food in front of her daughter.
Jane glared as she took a fork and stabbed the food with it. She had just taken a bite when Maura came down. Her blonde hair was still a mess but she had at least tidied it up some. She was about to greet Angela when the older woman set a plate next to Jane's and pointed at it fiercely.
"Mange!" She turned away to retrieve the half bottle of red wine she had brought.
Maura raised a confused eyebrow but sat next to Jane and began to eat. Angela poured two glasses of wine, one half filled for Maura and one that held barely a quarter for Jane. She placed the glasses in front of them and set about to cleaning up the pan she brought.
Neither Jane nor Maura had any idea why Angela was mad; if anything they should be. Angela didn't say anything until after they finished eating when she took the plates and rinsed them off before placing them in the dish washer.
Jane sat back in her chair and stared at her mother as she downed the wine in one gulp and set the glass down gently.
Maura, never one to be so crass, finished the last sip delicately and like Jane, set it down on the island.
"Now, I'm going to say this only one time." Angela said calmly, "I do not want to hear either of you curse like that again." She levelled a look at Jane, "You were raised better than that." She turned to Maura, "You should have broken her of that in New York."
"Yeah," Jane scoffed, "I was raised better than that. I was also raised to believe that…"
"Don't you start, Jane!" Angela interrupted. "You love who you love and the church is wrong about you. But our faith is still our faith and regardless of the mistakes that mankind has made in His name you are still Catholic and you should respect His name." She raised an up turned hand towards Maura but kept her eyes on Jane, "Especially given the blessings that He has bestowed upon you."
I hate how she can make me feel fifteen again. Jane sighed but didn't answer.
She didn't have to. That sulky look was enough to tell Angela that she had made her point. She then turned her head towards Maura.
"Would a single phone call have killed either of you?" She barked, "Just a simple 'Hi Ma. We're home and we're going to do it like rabbits in the living room so don't come over.'"
"Would it have killed you to knock for the first time in your life?" Jane groaned loudly.
"Jane Clementine Rizzoli!" Angela shouted, "Don't you take that tone with me, young lady."
"Ma," Maura said quickly, "It was my fault. I…"
"Maura Dorthea Rizzoli!" she barked, "I know you love her but don't you defend her attitude."
Both sat quietly, Maura cowed and Jane sulked.
Angela sat down across from them, "Now I know that you two are in love and I couldn't be happier about it; I remember what it was like to have someone you can't keep your hands off of." She ignored Jane's groan and Maura's blush. "Just so you both know, I looked in the driveway before I came in. Jane's car wasn't there and had either of you called me to tell me you were riding that monster Katie got you, I would have looked there before I came in."
"That's not knocking." Jane said, "This isn't your house, Ma. You live with Cavanaugh."
Angela ignored her as she continued, "Honestly, Maura. You know how dangerous motorcycles are and you still rode here on that, that… thing."
"Jane is an expert rider and I have nothing but confidence in her." The honey blonde said simply.
Angela narrowed her eyes, "The statistical number whatsits for accidents on bikes are…"
"According to the Forensic Journal the statistical probability for a fatality on a motorcycle increases by 27.5 times versus a collision in a car." Maura stated matter-of-factly.
"And 71% of motorcycle accidents are caused by the rider, not other drivers." Jane defended, "The most significant cause is riding under the influence of mind altering substance such as drugs or alcohol which encompasses 51% of collisions. Statistically speaking it's 36% more dangerous to walk along Boylston Street than to ride a motorcycle there."
Angela looked to Maura, "Is that true?"
Maura nodded, "According to the latest Department of Transportation Statistical Traffic Analysis."
She huffed loudly, "You're not just saying that to defend her are you?"
Maura opened her pyjama top enough to reveal her collarbone and the lack of hives on her chest.
Angela shook her head realizing that she wasn't going to win this one. "Make sure you clean up the living room before you go to bed and I will be back here at 10 am to get this place ready for dinner."
She turned and headed towards the front door.
"Wait," Jane shouted, "What do you mean, get this place ready for dinner?"
Angela turned back to her girls, "Your father has cancer, Jane. The family is getting together for dinner and you're hosting."
Jane looked at Maura and back to her mother, "Anyone think to include us in this decision?"
Maura looked sheepish and Jane held up a hand, "Never mind. I found the culprit."
"I meant to tell you." Maura said, "But between your nightmares and…"
"Uh uh." Jane said quickly but she was too late.
"What nightmares?" Angela demanded.
Again, Maura had the good graces to appear guilty.
Jane sighed heavily, "It's just some things I've been dealing with and I really, really don't want to talk about."
"Jane!" her mom barked.
"My business!" She replied. "Maura knows and is helping me and so is Kate. That's all I feel comfortable talking about."
Angela was given that determined look she knew all too well. Janie wasn't going to budge on this and she was willing to bet that Katie wouldn't say anything either, that left only Maura. She would have to plan this carefully to get it out of her daughter's better half.
Maura rose up and gave Angela a big hug, "Thank you for dinner, Ma and for welcoming us home."
She tightened her arms but was careful not to cut of the taller woman's air supply. It wouldn't do if she wanted to peel that onion later.
Knowing what her love would say if she didn't, Jane grumbled as she stood up and hugged her mother. Angela had no problems squeezing her.
"Hey." She gasped breathlessly, "This is why I don't hug you."
Angela let go and smiled, "That's why I hug you so hard. I don't know when I'll get another one."
Jane shook her off and walked her out, "Thanks again for dinner; it was great."
Angela smiled and headed home.
Both satisfied and exhausted, Jane lied on her back as Maura scooted her body against her love and rested her head on the brunette's bare chest next to her shoulder. She loved listening to Jane's heartbeat and the sound lulled her to sleep quickly. As did Jane's gentle caresses along her back and occasional running of her hand through honey blonde locks.
Jane sighed contently as Maura's heat filled her. She loved this time of the day when she didn't have to do anything but hold Maura tightly and let herself drift away. Truly she was the luckiest woman alive, to hold and be held by such beauty. Maura was beautiful in every way; not just physically. She loved her new quirky sense of humor and the google speak and the look in her eyes as Jane said something she didn't understand.
This is what heaven feels like. She thought as Maura's leg slowly hooked itself over her hip. Jane revelled at the sensation of Maura, she was a blessing.
She looked up at the ceiling and then closed her eyes.
Thank you, she thought to the heavens, I don't know what I could have done for you to give me such a gift, but I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Mangia and Mange are imperative form of Eat! Imagine your mother throwing food down in front of you and shouting EAT! Jane was yelled at in Italian and Maura in French because I can Imagine Ma Rizzoli picking up a few words in French so she can bark at Maura, words like, Eat!, Sit!, and Enough! You know, mom words.