Okay so good news to R&I fans, Season 6 was picked up.

This goes out to Protogenxl, who threw me an idea that I initially wasn't crazy about and I researched the character a while and found a suitable place for her. This now brings the TV tally to 8 series. It's a small role in here but a set up for a possible larger one later on. Anyone who knows this person outside of Fanfic, give them a shout and let them know that they were right. I can't give them a train but I still have a really nice idea.

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Kate stopped cold as she came off the elevator and turned into the homicide bullpen. Jane who was following quickly didn't see her stop and promptly ran into her. She was about to curse at her partner when she caught sight of Rick Castle Standing in front of three murder boards with Gates right next to him. Her glasses were on and she was pointing at something.

Rick nodded and turned back to the three file boxes that were sitting on Kate's desk. Each one had the seal of the FBI emblazoned on the side. He shuffled through them quickly and pulled out a file and held it up nodding.

"Right here," he said as Gates turned to look. "Escalante used six different routing methods that the FBI was able to track down and," he pointed to one of the pictures, "Joyce Schmitt worked at one of the banks in the chain."

"There's our link to Jesus Hernandez," she nodded, "And he was fed through…" She shuffled through the file Castle had, "Alonzo Torrez."

Castle handed her the file and took the dry erase marker and drew a line directly to a new picture that was posted in the center of the boards.

"That's four separate paths that lead to Alonzo Torrez." He said and looked back at her, "I don't think he's our kingpin but he's starting to look important."

"I agree," she replied. "Body number seven was identified as being Mikhail Jones, age twenty five, address in Harlem." She raised her eyebrows, "He's suspected of being a high ranking member of a local gang called Bonez."

Castle chuckled, "Ironic that the person who identified him is called 'Bones.' Has a very nice twist to it."

They could see the Captain struggling not to laugh as she flipped through the file, "Dr. Saroyan and her staff are very, very good. I'll give them that."

Jane took hold of Kate's shoulder and backed away out of sight.

"Why do I have the urge to check outside for signs of the apocalypse or the second coming or something like that?"

"You check the ground I'll check the roof." She said snappily as she glared, "Castle and Gates working side by side, I can't believe it."

"She's barely tolerated him before I became the focus of her attention." Jane said. "Now they're working over our cases."

"Beckett! Rizzoli!" Gates' voice echoed toward them, "Go grab some lunch and head back to court! Castle and I will brief you this afternoon."

"Okay." Jane said softly, "the world is coming to an end. I'm going to head over to Icahn because when it does explode I want to be in the arms of my soulmate."

500 Pearl St.

Jane left the court room after giving her testimony on the Animal Trafficking that had almost taken Beckett and Castle's life. She still felt guilty about heading out with Esposito instead of Rick and Kate but then there was a good chance she'd have been locked up in that room and unable to save them. Facing a starving 500 pound tiger with nothing but a bloody knife wasn't her idea of good odds, particularly if she had been handcuffed too. Though it would have been a crap shoot if anyone had found Jane's key hidden in her boot.

It was a little bit of security knowing it was there under the sole of the boot ever since she had been handcuffed to that bed by Dom Bianchi. Since then that one key had bailed her out three separate times, once with Kate.

The thought of her partner directed her across the hallway, to the courtroom where her partner was giving her testimony on the Pilar murder. Just as she was about to walk in she caught sight of a dark suit and platinum blond hair with a trim figure. Her thoughts turned into pure hatred as she turned and stalked down the hall. Oh how she had been hoping to run right into this bitch.

The suit stopped to dig into a briefcase just as Jane turned the corner.

"Alex!" She shouted and the woman turned towards the booming voice.

She was a little older than Alex and as Jane took in the sight of her, she realized that this woman was far less sedate with her clothing. The nice business suit Jane had seen earlier was definitely more risqué that the conservative suits Alex was known to wear. The skirt that came down to her knees had a slice that climbed the blonde's very sexy and shapely left leg almost to her hip. Beneath the blazer Jane could see that there was nothing but a white lace camisole. Her breasts were small but nicely shaped and her brown eyes sparkled in confusion at the anger radiating from the slip of a woman in front of her.

Jane calmed immediately as she realized she made a mistake.

A thick Boston accent greeted her ears and it was like coming home for a second. "Actually my name is Allison. Most people call me Ally."

"I'm sorry," Jane replied quickly, "You look like someone I know."

"And owes you money apparently." She said in a breathy babydoll voice.

"More like hurt a friend." Jane confided, "Again I'm sorry." She turned to leave when the woman called out to her.

"You don't sound like a New Yorker." The blonde said carefully.

Jane turned back with a smirk, "I'm from Boston."

"Really!?" Ally was blown away, "I couldn't hear any of Boston in your voice. I'm from the Back Bay."

Jane smiled at the rich neighborhood, "That's because my fiancé's proper English is wearing off on me. I'm from Revere and my fiancé is from Beacon Hill."

She smiled, "Oh, what's his name, I probably know his family."

Jane shook her head with a smirk on her face, "Actually I haven't had a lot of good experience with men. My fiancé is Maura Isles."

The look on the woman's face was first surprise and then recognition piled on top. "As in, the Isles Foundation?"

Jane nodded, "That would be the one."

"You mind if I ask you a personal question?" She said and there was something in her eyes that made Jane nervous.

"You can ask but that doesn't mean I'll answer."

Ally nodded her understanding, "I haven't had a lot of good experience with men lately either. What made you turn to women?"

Jane cringed and ran a hand through her hair, "That's a long and complicated discussion." She thought hard about what to say next. That she was gay and denied it all her life, that she was in love with her best friend for years, that she always felt used and broken when she had sex with men. Hell no that's all too personal.

Jane blew out a breath and was about to change the subject when she caught that desperately-seeking-an-answer look from the older blonde. She couldn't leave that look on someone's face, not if something she could say would help. She settled on an answer that might be of some help.

"Because for twenty years, I wasn't getting what I needed from men." She looked right into the woman's eyes, "My Maura gives me what I need and she does it unconditionally."

It was as if a light just lit up over the woman's head as realization dawned on the woman. Jane hoped her words could do her some good.

"It was nice meeting you Ally, but I have to go into court now." She said as she turned away and around the corner. She caught the fast paced clap of heels as the woman came around the corner.

"I didn't catch your name." She said. "Are you a lawyer?"

Jane threw over her shoulder, "I'm Detective Rizzoli." She said as she reached the courtroom. "My friends call me Jane."

Ally stopped cold at the name. Jane Rizzoli. Why do I know that name?" It wasn't until she was in a cab on her way to her daughter's home that she remembered where she heard it from. It was on the news.

The siege at Boston Police Division one ended in tragedy with a shoot out on the street in front of the police station. Detective Jane Rizzoli was taken hostage by Detective Robert Marino, and dragged out to the street where she fought with her assailant for the pistol being held to her head. Facing a larger opponent, Detective Rizzoli turned Marino's pistol on herself and with a complete disregard for her own life, fired the weapon into her own body. The bullet passed through Rizzoli and into Marino immediately taking the rogue detectives life. Detective Rizzoli remains in critical condition at Massachusetts General Hospital and it is unclear at this time if she will survive. Indeed all of our hopes and prayers go out to her.

Completely taken aback by the idea that she had just met one of Boston's heroes, Ally thought about the woman. Definitely not what she had expected, Jane seemed calm, confident and cool, with the exception of that burst of anger. She didn't know who Alex was but she hoped the woman had enough good sense to hide.

Rick pulled out the last file that agent Booth had sent by special courier earlier that morning. Out of habit he touched his shirt where the flash drive NCIS Agent McGee had had delivered. Still in place he turned back to Gates. "So we have an intricate network here that puts together one hell of a story filled with drugs, guns and murder."

She leaned against Beckett's desk. "This network is too extensive to be a series of coincidences."

He nodded. "But we've only recovered three blood roses from these scenes. There has to be a special reason for these three people, Joyce Schmitt, Marco Tanner, and Evan Cromwell to have been murdered, if you're assuming one killer with three MOs."

Gates pulled her horn rimmed glasses off her face and rubbed at her eyes. "All I can think of is that these three people were important to whatever this is. Our three killer theory is collapsing despite the evidence."

"Our kingpin makes an appearance." Rick said thoughtfully as Jane and Kate returned. "What we need is to turn someone who's still alive and get the answers were missing."

"At this point, we have enough to go after Alonzo Torrez." Gates said, "I'll have Ryan and Esposito pick him up. Beckett and Rizzoli are off of investigations so they can try their cases in court before they transfer."

"I think that would be a mistake, Captain." He said carefully.

Gates looked over her shoulder and the look wasn't good. "How is that?"

Kate watched as Castle maneuvered around her boss, "If the kingpin gets a hint that we've got Torrez, he'll kill him before we can get anything useful out of him. We should wait until we have something solid that we can stick on him. We bring him in, keep him for a while in interrogation, and recap all of the painful things the kingpin is going to do when he finds out Torrez spent the day with the police. Then we threaten to cut him loose if he doesn't talk. If he's even remotely sane, he'll sing like a canary especially when you have them," he indicated the partners over his shoulder, "lean on him like only they can."

Gates appraised the two detectives as they stood in the entrance to the bull pen and considered Castle's words. Even though she'd never admit it, he had a few excellent points. Plus, working with him for the better part of the day had shown her that Castle knew what he was doing.

"And when did you become a profiler?" She asked.

A lopsided smile crossed his face. "In college; Criminal Psychology is a required course for mystery writers."

She nodded and turned back to her team. "Okay ladies, grab some coffee or whatever and have a seat, briefing in five minutes."

The two of them nodded and disappeared in the break room.

"Call Ryan and Esposito back." She said, "Even if Beckett and Rizzoli are lead on this, Ryan and Esposito are the ones who are going to be here to prosecute."

He nodded as he pulled out his phone, "Right."

They sat near the board as Gates came out of her office. The distinctive clack of her heels broke up the hushed conversation. Once firmly set in front of the murder board, Gates eyed all four of them.

"So the back door deal with Agent Booth paid off in spades today." She indicated the stack of files next to the empty boxes on the small pop up table. "The Jeffersonian has identified all of the bodies and Agent Booth provided full background information on every one of them. Doctors Saroyan and Brennan also did some kind of examination that revealed traces of sodium chloride in almost every wound. Their chemical analysis is consistent with the same formula. So although we may have three different serial killers, they have been definitively linked." She held a hand up to Rick. "Castle and I spent the better part of the day putting the pieces together and we have a much more complete picture of what we're dealing with." She nodded to him and sat down in his seat.

It was the first time Castle had ever made a formal presentation since his college days but it all came back without issue.

"So what we have here is a basic overview of a crime network that starts with our dead Customs Agent and ends here with our local gang members. Now there are a few holes in the net but the overall picture is clear. Our kingpin is in the Drug Business, specifically Cocaine. He's systematically taking over someone else's network. This side of the board is all about the drugs coming in and covers every level from our dirty Customs Agent who lets the drugs in, to our boys Humphrey and Morgan who distribute it to the dealers like Mikhail Jones."

Jane raised a hand and Castle nodded.

"So how does Joyce Schmitt fit in? She's not a dealer or a banger."

Gates nodded, "Just wait; there's two sides to this."

Ryan glanced over at his partner before speaking up. "And Humphreys and Morgan died because…"

"In fighting." Castle said, "Mark Joseph, the US Customs Agent we believe was dirty. He was killed in a warehouse after his hands were severed then set on fire, we presumed that it was over theft but now we're thinking that it was more of a message to the other Agents on the payroll that the Kingpin means business and won't tolerate much."

He turned back to the board. "The next level on the list is our boys Humphrey and Morgan. We know from Narcotics that these two were beefing against each other and it's easy to see the kingpin replacing these two with vomit guy, who we believe is actually Alonzo Torrez. He's got a few felonies but nothing that really stands out, which is a good thing in the drug business. We believe the Kingpin put him in place due to the constant fighting between these two." He pointed at Morgan and Humphreys. "If Torrez is the replacement for both of these guys then that makes him the biggest mover of cocaine on the east coast."

"So why don't we go after Torrez?" Ryan asked.

"He's our only lead on the drugs side." Gates said, "The Kingpin is going to be watching him closely to make sure Torrez is doing what he wants. If we drag him in here on what we have, he'll be dead in a few days and we won't know who will be his replacement."

"Right," castle agreed, "So we're going to keep an eye on him until we have something solid. Something we can use." He turned back to the board, "Juan Alvarez, Dante Toole, Marcus James and Fernando Escobar. All of these guys are midlevel distributors who in theory took the drugs from Morgan and Humphrey and sent them down to guys like Mikhail Jones through various other hands to keep themselves hidden from the low end dealers, the local gangs and pimps."

Jane raised her eyebrows, "Pimps? You actually said pimps?"

Kate rolled her eyes.

Castle gave her a lopsided grin, "Oh I'm sorry Jane, how about facilitators for illicit carnal pleasures or would you prefer female sex organ lessors?"

There were a few chuckles until Gates cleared her throat, "On point Castle."

Jane smirked and he nodded with a grin. "So that brings us to the high quality cocaine on the streets. The kingpin apparently wants to make a splash in the market and we can only assume that the reason our drugs are so pure is that the kingpin isn't letting the Coke get cut too thin. After a conversation with Sergeant Wildman from Narcotics, he confirmed that there has been a significant rise in ODs over the better quality. Naturally, Narcotics is doing everything it can to shut down the line."

"So why isn't Narcotics in here?" Kate asked, "Wildman would die to have this kind of intel."

Gates stood up next to castle. "Because if Narcotics gets this information, they will start pushing all the tiers for convictions and that would change everything we've been able to put together."

"Besides," Castle added, "All we have is information, no evidence. There is nothing here that we can stick anywhere."

Gates nudged him and started to turn one of the murder boards around. Castle did the same with the other two.

"Which brings us to the other side of the drug business," Gates said.

"Money." Castle added. "We have more leads here but things are a lot fuzzier on this side."

Jane recognized several of the names as some of the bankers they'd been investigating.

"So starting from the bottom, we have the dealers paying the middle men and the chain goes back up to Alonzo Torrez but here is where it changes. Torrez feeds money to Jesus Hernandez, an investment broker on Wall Street. The money is run through several small accounts at a hand full of banks like the one Joyce Schmitt worked at so it doesn't attract attention. Fed into an off shore account in the Cayman Islands that Agent Booth was fairly certain is owned by the Escalante Cartel though he couldn't say how he knew that so as a courtesy for his assistance, Captain Gates is taking him at face value."

"So why the runs down to Newark?" Jane asked. "At least twice a month she was heading to Newark and she took her EZ Pass out of her car."

Castle nodded, "Actually, thanks to Agent Booth's backgrounds on her we know she's been running through Newark on her way to Philadelphia. Booth said that one of his guy turned up a short term parking violation on the car at the Philly International Airport consistent with the time line on her southerly expeditions. But the trail goes cold there."

"That's why I'm sending you two down to Philadelphia to find out what she was up to." Gates said.

Kate cleared her throat. "Sir, we've been scheduled for Court duty this whole week."

"I know and I've already made the appropriate calls." Gates said, "Your status will remain in Court but I want you to head down there tomorrow night and find out what you can. Stay the rest of the week if you have to but I want to know what Joyce Schmitt was doing down there." She waved a hand at the board, "Especially considering what else has been going on."

Jane groaned and dropped her head in her hands.

"Is there a problem, Rizzoli?" Gates barked.

She looked up, "No Sir."

"Well it looks like a problem so spit it out." She said and her tone was one that would offer no argument.

"Just thinking about how I'm going to tell my fiancé I have to go out of town, Sir." She said.

Gates cocked a hip and crossed her arms, "Did you propose or did she?"

"I did." Jane said.

Gates dipped her head; it was as close to an approval as Jane would ever get, "Congratulations to you and Dr. Isles. I expect you to keep your head on your assignment in Philly." She turned back to Kate. "I want no direct strings back to NYPD for the moment. Something feels off with this entire case so be careful. Take your bikes if you want to, that usually cheers up your morose partner."

Kate nodded, "Yes, sir."

"Ryan, Esposito, you work with Castle and see what else we can find on Alonzo Torrez and while you're at it," she looked at Castle, "see if we have any information on this Escalante cartel."

"On it, Captain." He said.

Gates looked back at the group. "Then if there's no further questions, secure this board in my office and head home."

Jane grumbled again about going down to Philly, but Kate knew that it wasn't so much of the assignment but more with not leaving Maura alone to tend to Liv. Kate put a hand on her shoulder as the men pushed the boards into Gates' office.

They waited until Castle and the others put the files in her office. It was an odd thing but with so much sensitive information, it made sense. Once it was all locked away the others packed up and headed home.

Kate stood up when Rick came over to her, "Are you coming home tonight?" His voice was hopeful.

"Yes, but I'm going to see Burke tonight so I'll be late."

Rick nodded and turned to leave. Kate, tired of the fighting, grabbed him roughly and kissed him hard. Rick's arms immediately wrapped around her and even Jane, who knew passion like never before with Maura, admired the hungry ferocity of that kiss. They were a good couple and she knew that.

"That's not discrete, Sergeant." Gates said as she left the bullpen for the day. "At least take it to the filing room."

Kate broke off and looked at her captain who walked away with a knowing smile. It was hard to imagine Iron Gates having a heart but there it was. Rick smiled, "The filing room in five minutes."

She kissed him again and nabbed his bottom lip with her teeth gently and sucked it in her mouth, "Make it ten." She said when she let go.

He smiled, "Ten minutes. I'll give you some privacy." He said as he let go of her and left the room.

Kate bit her lip in anticipation before turning back to her partner. "Honey, if you want to go see Maura go ahead. I can see Burke on my own."

Jane looked up at her, "I haven't missed an appointment yet and I'm not going to start now."

"Seriously," Kate said, "Go make love to your beautiful fiancé and I'll see you in the morning."

Jane sighed, "As much as I want to, try to remember that helping you helps me too. Besides, we both know what you're going to talk to him about and I want to be there for you. Maura understands that and wants me to be here for you."

Kate smiled, "She does?"

"Yes." Shocked that Kate didn't know that, Jane added, "She loves you too and she knows what kind of a bond we have. She thinks that you are the best thing that's ever happened to me and she firmly supports our friendship."

Kate sat down, "She's the best thing that ever happened to you, Jane. And she's been good to you and to me, even after I said all of those awful things to her."

Jane propped her head on her fist, "Yeah, well she knows that you were being protective of me like I am of her and I don't want to disappoint her. I hate seeing her unhappy and I don't want to get that disapproving stare when I go home and leave you to Burke on your own."

Kate patted her shoulder, "She's a good woman, Jane."

"She's the best." Jane replied almost dreamily.

Kate stood up and adjusted her shirt. "So then why don't you go grab something for us to eat while I go do some filing?"

Jane snorted loudly, "Ugh, gross."

"What?" Kate asked totally bewildered.

"The whole process," Jane said with a disgusted face, "I'm so glad I don't do that anymore. The worst part was that stuff oozing out after." She gagged right there in front of her partner.

Kate shook her head, "Wow, leave it to you to focus on the absolute worst part of sex."

"Maura and I never have that problem." Jane nodded and picked up her coat. "I'll run over to Louie's. You want the usual?"

Kate followed her to the elevator, "Actually, one of those Phillies sounds better."

Jane nodded, "Done. I'll meet you back her in twenty."

Alonzo wrenched into the toilet, he had about as much of this psychotic shit as he wanted to take. The tall blond Latino chuckled lightly as Alonzo continued to empty his stomach.

Amused to no end, Mango watched the so called Boss of Brooklyn throw up at a little blood. Okay two bodies' worth of blood. He had to give credit where credit was due, his mistress really knew how to throw a party.

He knew she wanted to be down on the floor with them as he worked but no one outside of their organization knew what she looked like and Alonzo's mere presence was enough for her to stand above on a catwalk with Romeo and watch. Alonzo was not important enough to see her face. As the two men cried out in pain, he could have sworn that she had gasped in ecstasy. If she came to their screams, he'd get a helluva bonus. But he wouldn't know until Romeo came down to report on their mistress's satisfaction.

Alonzo stopped dry heaving and started to regain his composure. Mango pulled a roll of paper towel off the shelf and tossed it down to him.

"So I trust that my mistress has made her point very clearly?" Mango said with a serious face.

Alonzo looked over his shoulder and nodded soberly. "Very clear."

"Good." He said, "Clean yourself up and head back to New York. Expect to hear from her or her companion soon."

Mango walked out of the dingy bathroom and headed across the warehouse to the exit. He left the two lights on that illuminated the men who were tied to the roof posts and their bowels and entrails still dangled from their stomachs. He admired the grizzly scene. Jigsaw himself couldn't have done better and they had screamed unmercifully before they died. She had been very interested in his technique when he had killed Humphreys and Morgan like this. Enough to where she had these two narcotics cops killed in the same manor.

As he stepped out of the warehouse he noted the grey Mercedes that pulled up to the curb. He walked carefully to it and the window rolled down as he approached. Romeo sat in the driver's seat.

"Did she come?" Mango asked.

"All of that theatricality bull shit and that's what you want to know." Romeo shook his head in disbelief, "Get your priorities straight. If you over did it and Alonzo runs, you're the one going to get cut up."

Mango grinned wide, "He won't run. There's too much money to be made and now he's terrified of what might happen to him."

"Good." Romeo said, "Head back to Arbolese. I'll call you later."

Mango nodded and Romeo called out, "She came twice. One each." He floored the gas and the car took off like a bullet leaving Mango standing in the parking lot, grinning like an idiot.