So Fanfiction had a bit of an issue today but thankfully they seemed to have it squared away. Here we are again with another chapter, I'm planning on wrapping this up before 30 but we'll see what happens.
Be warned that the Raven is up to some seriously screwed up action in the last section and writing this character is almost a test in how horrendous can I make her.
Anyway, Z helped me out in this next section and as always, he Beta'ed, He edited, but I'm the last set of eyes on it before posting so any mistakes are mine.
Constance walked down the hallway to Maura's bedroom with the intention of finding her daughter's skin crème. She had run out earlier today but didn't have time to get more before Maura came home. She could count on one hand the number of times she had entered her daughter's bedroom without her consent, but she honestly didn't believe Maura would mind given the circumstances.
She entered the bathroom and found what she was looking for right on the counter next to the sink. As she turned to leave she caught sight of the picture on the night stand. Maura had never been one to display many pictures so it was one of the very few around the lush condo that she had seen.
But this one was different.
It was taken in Maura's Boston home. Jane was in a tight black dress and Maura was dressed in a lovely crimson one. Jane in a dress was unusual enough but what had thrown Constance was the very tender way that Jane was holding the blonde, that and Jane's lips pressed against Maura's temple while Maura's facial expression was a picture of bliss. Constance picked up the image from the nightstand by the corner of the frame.
It was one of those digital frames and as she scrutinized the image, it changed. Jane was sitting on a motorcycle with Maura on the back in a garage she didn't recognize. Her daughter's arms were wrapped around the dark haired woman. Jane was leaning her head back and Maura was leaning forward so they were cheek to cheek. It would have been a nice image if the contact between them had not been so intimate.
The image changed again.
Constance nearly dropped the picture as an image of Jane and Maura face to face, foreheads together and Jane's scarred hand cupping Maura's jaw, their mouths a mere inch apart came into view. Their expressions were both hot and needy.
She glanced around the room and started noticing details she hadn't when she came in. Nothing much, just deviations from her daughter's typical style.
A baseball in a glass box that was sitting on the dresser, a sports magazine on the night stand, a small badge sitting next to Maura's jewelry hutch...
With the picture frame still in hand Constance walked to the jewelry box and picked up the badge. She'd seen enough to know that it was a novelty item. Etched across the small thing was the word 'Family'.
She set the badge down and looked in the closet. Most of the clothing was typical Maura fare but in one corner there were clothes her daughter would never wear. Like the Boston Police and NYPD Uniforms, as well as a respectable selection of nice suits and casual business attire. The quality was good but it wasn't the standard she knew her daughter demanded.
Her pulse thudding loudly in her ears Constance looked again at the imager in her hand. Jane was delicately holding Maura in her arms. Her lips pressed to her daughter's with Maura's hand buried in the black curls of hair.
She heard her daughter's voice echo down the hallway and her mind leapt to the fact that she was standing in her daughter's bedroom closet violating her daughter's privacy. There was no way to keep it from looking exactly like it was; she was snooping.
Maura entered her bedroom at an angle that shielded her mother from her sight and Constance could see the white iPhone pressed against Maura's ear. Maura slipped her blazer off her shoulders as she spoke and sat down on the bed causing Constance to realize she was trapped. It wasn't like she was hiding in the closet, she just couldn't move as she overheard Maura's phone call.
"I'm well my love, but I miss you… I know… How was the ride? Did you and Kate enjoy it? ... I found it exhilarating…" Maura started giggling like a teenager, "Jane! ... Of course, you know how much I love it when you do that… No, Liv is fine and we've been getting along rather well… She's been kind and considerate… We did talk but I promised I wouldn't say… If it was, you know I would… She misses Alex like I miss you but… Yes… As a matter of fact, my mother is here… she just showed up unexpectedly."
Maura smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed, "I convinced her to stay instead of getting a hotel… No, I haven't told her about us yet but I'm going to do so tonight when she gets back… Jane, you know that I'd never be ashamed of being with you… I love my mother but it's my life and I want to spend it with you… I love you too… Please hurry, I miss you." A very happy grin that almost gave her dimples graced Maura's features, "I love you with every beat of my heart. Good bye."
Maura turned off the phone and set it down on the night stand. Constance looked down at the picture frame again as the conversation rang in her head. Standing in front of Madison Square Gardens, Jane and Maura both in Boston Bruins jerseys, standing next to a brunette and a young looking redhead whose hair was styled like Jane's. The brunette and the redhead both sported New York Rangers jerseys. The arm around the girl from both Jane and the other woman was maternal in its appearance. The arm around Maura's waist and the hand on her daughter's hip wasn't.
Constance looked up in time to see her daughter turn around. Maura shouted in surprise at seeing her mother standing there.
"Mother!" She put a hand to her chest to calm her heart. "You startled me."
An instant later Olivia burst through the door, swinging her pistol around in search of a threat.
"Maura are you okay!?" She asked.
Quickly sinking into her breathing exercise Maura worked hard at calming herself. Olivia lowered her weapon and glanced around. Wearing a sleeveless blouse that was tight across her midsection and a tasteful pair of slacks, Constance realized that the thickness she had attributed to extra weight was in fact the bulk of well-defined muscles. Olivia didn't have the figure of a body builder by any means, but the bulk of her arms and shoulders as well as those thighs said that this woman was physically powerful; a woman who didn't need a man to open her pickle jars.
"I'm okay, Liv. My mother just startled me."
Liv passed the woman in the closet a not too friendly look before nodding to Maura. "Okay. Call if you need something." She slipped the magazine out of her weapon and left.
As Maura's pulse returned to normal, she looked up at Constance. "You cannot scare me like that, Mother. Too much has happened in the last year."
Constance regained her regal voice, "Apparently so," she said as she held up the image frame.
Maura's eyes narrowed slightly as she stood up and took the picture out of her hand, "Is that why you are standing in my closet?"
Constance pulled the sleeve of one of the uniforms. "Obviously, it's not just your closet."
Maura shook her head violently, sending her honey blonde hair cascading around her, "No it is not just my closet, please come out of there."
Constance stood tall as she reentered the bedroom.
Maura tapped the frame on the corner several times until the screen showed the first picture Constance had seen on it and set it back on her night table.
"How long has this been going on?" The older woman said, her tone complete and utter disapproval.
"Since the middle of November," Maura said proudly, "Jane and I are in love."
Constance scoffed loudly, "Maura, I know you've had poor experience with men but to become a lesbian, that is quite extreme isn't it?"
"I followed my heart." The younger woman replied simply, "It led me to Jane."
Constance held her hands up in disbelief. "You know that I like Jane but honestly Maura, I think you are making a terrible mistake. You know that our circle would never accept her nor your relationship."
Maura felt her blood heat up as anger started to grip her, "Our circle? I've never once fit in to that life. All of that polite posturing while secretly dissecting everyone else's life. The constant fear of a scandal, the incessant politics, it is all so tiring Mother."
"That is the life you were raised to be a part of!"
"And it is one that I want no part of! Yes I come from a wealthy life but I find more comfort with Jane and her friends. Excuse me, our friends. Good people like Olivia and Kate. I would have though you would understand."
"I don't care that you have gay friends, I have many friends who are gay, but there is a difference between having gay friends and being gay." Constance defended, "I will not let you ruin your reputation because of this indiscretion. No matter how much I like Jane, I will not let my only daughter lower herself to be involved with a simple police officer, and a scarred, battered, hardened woman at that."
"How dare you!" Maura shouted and Constance was taken completely aback by her daughter's anger, "I am in love with Jane and she is in love with me."
"I don't mean to insult her but her life will bring you nothing but trouble." Constance sighed, "Look at what has already happened to her, the poor thing. She's been stabbed, shot, and beaten. You, yourself have several scars that you wouldn't have had if you hadn't been with her. One day Jane Rizzoli might get you killed!"
"I love her and even death itself won't change that." Maura turned around and unbuttoned her shirt before sliding it off one shoulder, revealing the puckered flesh that marred her back.
Constance gasped in horror as she stared at the raised angry flesh that showed of serious physical trauma. "Maura, what has happened to you?"
"I was shot." The reply came coldly as the honey blonde pulled her shirt back into place.
"That is precisely my point, dear." Constance's voice rose sharply, the very edge of vocal stress without actually yelling. "Although what Jane does for a living is very noble, her disdainful profession is dangerous and your friendship puts you in harm's way and the proof is right there," She gestured at Maura's shoulder, "If you continue on with her in an actual relationship… Maura, she's going to get you killed one day!"
"Death has taught me many things, mother." She said confidently, "When Jane was dying I realized that I was in love with her, that I always have been. And when I was dying in the hospital, all I could think of were the things I regretted. I regretted not telling Jane how I felt about her ever since the day she shot herself, I regret all of the time we've wasted hiding our feelings from each other. My only solace was in knowing that I had a few short weeks with her that were the best I've ever had. Death showed me that it can come for me at any time and that I should cherish every moment I have with her. I'm not afraid of dying, Mother. I'm afraid of not cherishing every moment that I am blessed to share with her. Jane proposed to me a few weeks ago, I accepted. I'm going to marry her, Mother, for however long or short my life is, I want to spend it with her."
Constance's eyes widened to an impossible size. Her daughter couldn't lie, and more than that, she could feel the conviction behind Maura's words. "I forbid it!"
Maura shook her head as she drew on the strength she had learned from her love, "Forbid it all you want, Mother. You may disown me, turn your back and never see me again. But I will have Jane as my wife and I will be hers. Jane has already lost her father because of our relationship and as she has already said, if I have to choose I will choose her."
She held the bedroom door open and awaited her mother's departure. "I'd like to change into something nice before my fiancé gets home."
Constance straightened at the endearment her only child used. It was clear that Maura meant every word she had said and her tone broached no arguments. With a skill formed of all of her years of social posturing, Constance walked out of the bedroom with all of the dignity of a queen.
She turned around to tell her daughter that she'd be leaving but she was silenced by the door latching closed. She stood there unable to decide if she was going to leave or try to talk to her daughter again when a small sniffle has heard from the other side of the door. Constance's maternal instinct kicked in and she started for the door but a strong hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"Leave her." Olivia said quietly. "She needs to let it go."
Constance jerked free from the tall woman's grasp, "She's my daughter. I have to…"
"She needs a few moments." Olivia said again, her voice just above a whisper. "Let her get it out before Jane comes home or this is going to get a lot worse."
Liv gently took Constance by the arm and led her back to the kitchen, "Would you like a drink?" She asked as she took out a small bottle of vodka from the refrigerator.
"No, I… I don't drink vodka." She replied as she sat down at the table. "Is there a bottle of wine in there?"
Liv nodded as she poured herself two fingers worth of the clear liquid and replaced the bottle. She reached over to the wine rack and pulled out the open bottle of port that Maura liked. She served it to the high class woman and sat down kiddie corner from her.
"You don't approve of them." She said simply.
Constance huffed before she sipped at the wine. "I like Jane. I really do. She's done so much for Maura and she's brought out the wonderful person I know my daughter to be."
"Then why do you have a problem with this?" Olivia asked, "Jane has brought out the very best in Maura and your daughter has done the same to Jane."
"My daughter is a lesbian." She said softly. "Do you know what that will do to her reputation in the circles we travel in?"
Liv snorted, "Actually, I've gotten a pretty extensive lesson in social standing from my last girlfriend."
Constance set the wine glass down, "You're gay too?"
"I'm bisexual." She said plainly, "But the best relationships I've ever had have been with women and those were also the hardest to let go."
Olivia took a healthy sip of the vodka and turned to face Constance. "You asked why I'm here. Well, I've only told you half of the truth. Jane really doesn't want Maura to be alone here while she's away, but the other half of it is because she's my friend and I'm going through a rough patch in my life."
She blew out a sigh and again leveled a look at Maura's adopted mother. "I was with a woman of very high standing, a lawyer with a long prestigious family history. The thing is that as much as Alex loved me, she couldn't bring a scandal down on her family so we kept our relationship a secret. Although I don't broadcast it, I don't have a problem admitting that I'm attracted to women but I loved her enough to keep that to myself so I wouldn't hurt her political aims or her reputation. But in the end that was that very thing that drove us apart."
She took another swig, "I still love her more than anything but I'm hurting right now and all that I can think of is how much I miss her and what I wouldn't give to be with her. There are nights where I go to sleep crying and wishing that I won't wake up again. Jane, Maura, and Kate are helping me get through it by showing me that I'm not alone and that I'm worth being loved."
"It sounds like you loved her very much," Constance said almost empathetically, "I've been there once or twice myself."
"That's good, because what I'm going through is nothing compared to what Jane went through without Maura. The first night she came to New York, she almost died. She couldn't speak, she wouldn't eat. She cried herself to sleep every night and Kate and I were all she had because she lost not only Maura but she lost her family too. She came here because Kate and I were the only ones who she felt she could trust. It was weeks before she could get out of bed and months before she could get through a day without crying. All because she thought she had lost Maura to Ian Faulkner.
"What no one here knew was that Maura had a similar experience when she came back to Boston and found her best friend gone. She too went through a depression and finally said that she couldn't live without Jane. That's why Maura moved here, to be close to Jane."
"Jane has been her best friend for years and they've never crossed that line." Constance defended.
"I've known Jane for six years." Liv said. "I can personally assure you that Jane has been in love with Maura since at least '08 when I first met her. I could see it as plainly as I see you sitting in that chair. The first time Jane picked up her phone in a frenzy when Maura called. And though I've only known Maura since Thanksgiving, I can see how much she loves Jane. Maura always thought Jane was straight and was afraid of losing her friendship so she never told her that she wasn't. Jane on the other hand was hurt badly as a teenage girl and whatever happened had caused her to deny her sexuality, not only to others but even to herself until Maura broke down that wall."
Liv polished off the glass and again she sighed, "Jane lives and breathes for Maura. And she'd give her life to keep Maura safe. It's a precious thing that they have and I admit that I was jealous for a while. But I started to see it with my own eyes and I can only hope that should I find someone to love again, I hope it's half as good a relationship as what Jane and Maura have. I just thought you should know that before you go condemning them for something you are ashamed of."
Constance stared in complete awe as Olivia stood up, refilled the wineglass, and left the room.
An hour later, Constance was still sitting at the table when Maura came out of her room in a beautiful baby blue dress that highlighted her lovely frame. Maura didn't say a word as she turned on a coffeemaker and set it up. When she was perturbed, her daughter tended to fall into a routine but Constance hadn't seen her daughter use an actual coffeemaker before, even if a Keurig was rather simple.
She watched as her daughter made a single cup of coffee that she put on the end of the kitchen counter. Maura shook her shoulders and adjusted her dress before she nodded at her mother and took her briefcase into the living room.
"You look lovely, dear." Constance tried.
Maura looked up, "Thank you, Mother."
Slightly encouraged, Constance took her wine glass and carried it into the living room. Sitting next to her daughter she looked over the stack of papers Maura pulled out of her briefcase and placed on the coffee table.
"So are you working as a medical examiner?" She asked as she sipped at her wine.
"No, I'm a teacher." Maura said as she handed a sheet over to her mother.
Constance looked at the page full of medical terms and tried to make sense of it, "I don't understand. "
Maura looked up into her mother's eyes, "I'm a professor at Icahn. I teach students about biology and forensic pathology. I teach them how to become medical examiners."
"You teach college students?" Constance couldn't believe what she was hearing; her daughter was interacting with the living on a constant basis.
"Yes, because of Jane." She set the paper she was reviewing down. "You know that I've always had trouble with the living. Jane pushes me to be better and she doesn't even realize it. I came to New York to be near her. I prayed that one day she would come for me and I didn't want to be too far away when that happened. I didn't want to work at the ME's Office because I was virtually guaranteed to run into her and the one thing I know about my love is that she has to come to terms with things in her own time. Finally one day, she did come for me."
Will wonders never cease? Disbelief ruled Constance. Her daughter was speaking from heartfelt emotion and with a passion that couldn't be false. If she were to believe it, Jane was having a greater influence on her child than she had ever imagined, a fact that was proven a moment later when Jane came in.
Pushing through the door, Jane called out, "Maur, I'm home!"
Constance watched her daughter's expression turn from slightly defensive to outright joy as soon as the words were heard. She smiled at her mother and stood up to greet her fiancé. Jane slipped her gun off of her hip and placed it in the kitchen drawer, along with her badge and cuffs. She took a sip of the hot coffee which had been strategically placed near the drawer. As Maura came into view, Constance watched Jane's smile grow bright as she held up her arms and Maura stepped into them. Jane's lips crashed into Maura's and both women were in heaven.
Constance watched as her only child kissed the detective as if she needed her to breathe. She had to turn her head away, not from disapproval but rather from embarrassment.
The subtle movement was enough to catch Jane's eye and she immediately let go of Maura, who paused at the sudden lack of contact. She looked over and knew why Jane had stopped kissing her.
"Constance," Jane said nervously. "I… I heard you were here."
"Hello, Jane." She said, still not able to look at them. "How was your trip?"
"Um, Kinda a waste of time," the detective replied, knowing the older woman was making small talk. "But we got a better idea about our case and we chased down a suspect today."
"Ah." She said with approval, "Jane Rizzoli always gets her man."
Before she could stop it, the joke was out, "I don't like men."
Constance looked over at her then and Jane nervously bit her lip. She also was rubbing at her hands fiercely. Maura reached over and took them into her own.
"Mother and I talked about us earlier today." Maura said, but Jane caught the hesitation.
Her eyes turned concerned as she looked at her love, "You've been crying."
"The conversation was emotional." Maura nodded, "But I believe we are past the initial shock."
Jane nodded as she lifted Maura's chin with a crooked finger and whispered she'd missed her. "Mi sei mancata."
"Je vous ai manqué." Maura repeated in French and leaned in.
The kiss was more on the chaste side than the prior one.
"Hey, you've got a room, go use it for that kind of nonsense!" Olivia barked in good fun as she walked into the kitchen. "Before you give your mother-in-law a heart attack." She added in Italian. "Go, Belissima."
Constance arched a regal eyebrow at Liv, "I believe it is inappropriate to refer to my daughter's girlfriend as the most beautiful woman when she's in the arms of her love."
Olivia paused with a smile on her face, "You speak Italian."
Jane stared in open mouthed astonishment. Maura smiled at her lover and gently closed her mouth with one finger.
"Mother has spent the better part of her life in Europe." She said to Olivia, "She speaks French, European Spanish, Portuguese and Italian."
"And I speak Italian and bad English." Jane grumbled.
Olivia rolled her eyes, "Your grammar has gotten a lot better since Maura came back."
Jane smirked at her friend, "Yep, and she's all mine, babe."
Maura smiled and settled into Jane's arms a little tighter, "Jane is mistaken, Olivia; she belongs to me."
Liv snorted, "You're both wrong; you belong to each other." The taller woman sniffed the air, "Jane, when you said you ran down a suspect…"
"Four miles through Central Park." She replied.
Maura eased away from her, "Would you like to take your coffee into the shower?" She picked up the cup and handed it to her.
Jane sighed as she took the cup, "Okay, baby." She said with a residing sigh, "You win. I'll go clean up." She waved at Constance, "Nice to see you again." And disappeared down the hall.
Liv tried to keep the grin off her face but failed, "Oh! My! God! She is so whipped."
Maura put her finger up to her lip and shushed Liv like it was a secret, "Don't say anything, she's very self-conscious about it."
Stifling a laugh, Liv took a bottle of juice out of the fridge and headed back towards her room.
Maura walked back into the living room and sat down next to her mother. "Jane has been very good to me, Mother. She always makes me feel loved and appreciated and when I'm in her arms, I feel… cherished."
Her mother raised an eyebrow, "Cherished. That's a word I haven't heard you use with regards to a ma- I mean, person before."
She nodded, "That's because no one ever made me feel like that."
A small stab of pain racked Constance for that comment. Again she found herself regretting her lack of attention during Maura's childhood. "Maura, I am sorry."
"For what?" Maura asked in confusion.
"For not being there for you as I should have been." She said sadly. "You deserve to be cherished like the precious gift that you are."
Maura took her mother's hands, "You have nothing to be sorry for. Although we both wish that we were closer than we were, it is part of what made me who I am and that is something I'd never change."
"But you've told me once that you regret not being more adept at social interaction."
Maura nodded, "Many times I have said that, but with Jane, it doesn't matter. She loves me completely and unconditionally. But she once told me that my awkwardness is part of what drew her to me and for that alone, I wouldn't change it."
"I still shouldn't have-"
Maura cut her off, "It's in the past, Mother. And there is nothing we can do to change that but I'd like to be closer with you now. I want to show you how perfectly wonderful Jane is and how much I love her."
Again Constance blanched at the thought of her adopted child involved with a woman but this was the happiest she had ever seen Maura even though she had only been here a day or two. She forced a smile on her face.
"I can't say that I am terribly happy about this." She tried, "But I am willing to try to accept your relationship. Your father on the other hand may not understand at all."
Maura's face fell and she nodded solemnly. "Jane's father couldn't. But she still has hopes that one day he'll come around. If Father can't accept it right away then I can always hope too."
Constance smiled, "You've grown so much over the last few years. I barely recognize the woman you've become. Even though I may not approve of your relationship, I want you to know how proud I am of you."
The smile that came over her was one of the brightest Constance had ever seen on Maura and it warmed her considerably knowing that her daughter was doing well.
Romeo sat down in the back seat of the car and thought of the best way to tell his mistress that something had gone wrong. She was going to be livid when she found out. He just didn't want to be the one to tell her. But it was his recommendation and therefore his responsibility.
"Why do you look so nervous?" She asked. "You look like you're ready to be led to the gallows."
Romeo sighed, "Torrez was picked up this afternoon."
"I know." She said calmly.
"He told the cops everything he knows."
She leaned forward, out of the darkness of the front of the limo. Her dark eyes glistened, "I know."
"I was the one who suggested that he'd be acceptable." He said and pulled out the straight razor and held it up for her, "We're compromised and it's my fault."
She gently took the weapon from his hands and tested the edge. The blade cut her fingertip, drawing out a drop of crimson. She brought it to her mouth and laved up the drop with her tongue.
This usually wasn't a good sign.
"I'm ready." He said, expecting the worst.
She closed the blade and handed it back, "You'll need this."
He sighed as he slowly took the blade back. "Mistress, I'm sorry, for whatever it's worth."
She shook her head very slowly, "The fault isn't yours Romeo and I won't kill you anymore than I would cut off my own arm."
"But-"
"No buts." She said. "I told Mango to leave the sample. I am the reason the NYPD took hold of Torrez."
"But our New York operations-"
"They are on to us there." She said calmly. "I underestimated Bracken's detectives and it's clear that they would uncover our real assets in New York. Relax, I didn't do this arbitrarily."
"So Alonzo was just window dressing?" He asked genuinely concerned. She hadn't told him this. "I thought he was being put in place to take over."
"I know you thought Torrez could be useful but in the end he proved to be a better fall guy than distributor." The sharpness in her voice was more dangerous than the razor in his hand. "The only thing which was unexpected was that he was captured. Typically NYPD has a tendency to shoot cop killers, but this Beckett and Rizzoli have a very unique ability to see the bigger picture. They turned him on us quickly and gleaned as much as they could from him."
"I know what Mango and I have been telling him but how much of that was for his benefit?"
"All of it." She said confidently, "You know that I plan for every conceivable outcome. Torrez was on trial to see if he could handle it. He couldn't so there was no need to bring him in further. The only thing that he could have said was that he's working for the Raven so it's not like there's any critical information out there."
"He knew enough to be dangerous." Romeo said.
"Somewhat, but not to worry." She smiled evilly, revealing her perfect white teeth. "I've already made arrangements. He won't leave the rooms. The worry is these two detectives from the 12th."
Romeo pulled out his phone and opened the file he had saved. "After our little talk with the senator, I pulled their files from one of our sources in the DEA office in New York."
She glared at him, "Quietly, I presume."
"Very." He said as he handed over the phone. "We've heard of Katherine Beckett before. Bracken is the one who started that mess by killing her mother almost twenty years ago. It's what made her quit law school and become a cop. She's dedicated and highly skilled, a definite threat to the senator and potentially us if she gets a hold of him and turns him."
She scrolled through the file, "Combat Cross, Purple Shield, Distinguished Service. Jesus, this is Supergirl's alternate identity."
"Look up Rizzoli." He said with a frown, "It gets scary from there."
Ravenna glanced up at his uncomfortable expression before going through the second file. "More medals than Beckett including the Medal of Honor?" She paused, "She blew a hole in herself outside of Boston 1 to kill a dirty cop."
"They're a very well rounded team," Romeo spoke up, "Beckett is younger but has more homicide experience, Rizzoli has more experience overall but she's been everywhere, Drugs, vice and homicide. They just scored the highest conviction rate in the NYPD. Rizzoli took out one of Bracken's hired hit men unarmed. She's as dangerous as it gets."
"Weaknesses in either?" She asked as she handed back the phone.
"Typical stuff," he said as he found the part of the dossier he was looking for. "Beckett has a father, Jim, who's a defense lawyer. She's involved with a novelist named Richard Castle. He has a daughter named Alexis who goes to Columbia U."
"Those aren't weaknesses." She said. "If she's half of what you say she is, killing one of them would only drive her beyond reason to seek vengeance."
He nodded in agreement. "Rizzoli isn't much better. Her family is in Boston. Two brothers, one's a cop, one's an ex con, a Mother who's with a cop, an estranged father who lives in Florida. But the biggest kicker is that she's involved with a doctor right here in New York: Dr. Maura Isles, her former ME, now a professor at Icahn." He looked up at her hopefully, "Rumor has it that Rizzoli can't live without Isles."
"No, I remember this one." She said thoughtfully. "Bracken sent his aid to kill them off and the gunman died trying to kill her. Rizzoli and Beckett went after Bracken in his home on Stanton Island. In one single night they ruined his marriage, trashed his image and almost obliterated his career."
"Well, we may have another problem." He said as he caught the last file entry. "They're transferring to Boston this summer."
The Raven's eyes widened, "Both of them!?"
He nodded. "Three months apart. Both heading straight to Division 1 Homicide."
Ravenna leaned back into the darkened interior. "This is not what I want to hear."
"I agree." He said, "Our only option is to take them out."
There was silence in the car as she contemplated their situation. "Why didn't we look into these two earlier?"
"With the Coup as well as managing the new order, protecting our senator has taken a back seat so the dust could settle around him and we felt we had time."
"That was a mistake." She said and her voice took on a very dangerous inflection, someone was going to die tonight. "One that I am just as much party of. I need to think but there's so much to consider. I need a break."
He nodded, knowing what was coming next. "Sex or blood?" As if I have to ask.
"Blood," she answered throatily. "I want blood tonight."
"Who?" He asked.
"Find one of that Latino cop's UCs." She said, her voice getting husky," I want to mind fuck him tonight."
He nodded as she started to slide her clothing off, "Leave your razor and send someone in here who's expendable. Male."
He left the blade sitting on the seat as he climbed out of the limousine and looked over the few men who were here. She wasn't going to be satiated by just one of them so he looked each one over.
"Your mistress is in the mood for some rough sex." He said, "Who wants to have a go at her?"
They looked around at each other and one by one they stepped forward.
"Drop your clothes and get in there." He said, "I'll take watch."
They couldn't get undressed fast enough.
Rushing head first into death's sweet embrace. He smirked as one by one they slid into the car. By the time he had what she wanted, all three would be dead and she would be coated in their blood. It was the equivalent of foreplay for her mood tonight. As the limousine started rocking and he heard her screaming, he took out his phone and grumbled, knowing that they were going to be up all night long.
"Should have called you the Black Widow instead of the Raven," Romeo deadpanned.
Pure, unadulterated evil. In response to a commenter, The Raven isn't on the Black List because she's entirely too new. But if you want I can pull off a cameo real quick if you'd like.