Author's Note: So, this has been done for HOURS, but FF is just now letting me upload. It wasn't letting me log in. ): But yeah! I'm excited cause it let me log in! xD So you guys got a REALLY quick chapter. c: The F-bomb is dropped a lot in this chapter. Angst ftw! xD A lot of you think Maura should take Ladybug in. (: That just might happen. I hope you enjoy this action-packed chapter. The next chapter might be out just as quick.

A/N 2: Sorry this chapter poofed. D: But guess what! Someone on tumblr happened to save it and had it on their laptop. They are seriously my lifesaver. You know who you are. I don't know if they have an FF account, but their tumblr is Maura-the-bore-a. (: So thank you, thank you! Maybe now I can write another chapter on a borrowed laptop.

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Chapter Fourteen

Jane swallowed thickly in an attempt to rid the dryness in her throat as she gripped the steering wheel. Her heart was pounding against her chest as she stared out of the wind shield. She had been at the warehouse for a little over five minutes now, trying to gather her thoughts.

Taking a breath she made sure she had her badge and gun before she slowly exited her car. Schooling her features, Jane put on her usual confident mask and walked into the same warehouse they found Tommy O'Rourke almost a year ago, only without the Jane Rizzoli swagger.

It was dark, and Jane had to stop to allow her eyes to get used to the lack of light. Her right hand twitched near her gun as she scanned the dark building. Her cop instincts kicked in, it was way too quiet. She was about to speak when a familiar voice filled the silence.

"Detective Rizzoli. Thank you for coming." Doyle said as he stepped into the light at the entrance. "You can move your hand away from your gun, I'm alone. I trust you came alone as well?" He asked calmly.

Jane nodded and she reluctantly dropped her hand to her side. "I did. What do you want, Doyle, why are you contacting me?" She asked, not bothering to hide the distaste from her voice. Doyle watched her a moment, taking in her stature and tired eyes.

"How's Maura?" He finally asked, the calm in his voice suddenly changing to one of concern.

Heaving a tired sigh, Jane ran a hand through her hair in frustration as she considered her answer. After a moment she shifted her weight and opened her mouth to speak. "She's... Doing as well as expected. Listen, if you wanted to know how Maura was why didn't you just come see for yourself? Or-" She was cut off as Doyle shook his head.

"I didn't want to scare her. And she probably doesn't want to speak to me anyway. The reason I've asked you to meet me here is because I believe I know who did this." He said slowly, a deep frown appearing on his face.

Jane's body went rigid and her eyes darkened. Her jaw flexed and she took a step into Doyle's personal space. "You tell me who the fuck did this to her, I swear I'll put my gun to their dicks and pull the trigger..." Her voice was deadly calm, though much deeper than usual and the anger and intensity of her glare made even Doyle himself a little nervous.

The Mob boss took a step back and swallowed the momentary fear that the Italian detective had put into him. "I have no doubt in my mind that you'd protect my daughter, detective but I don't think you want that blood on your hands." He said calmly as he watched the tall woman warily.

"You listen to me, god damn it! Those bastards raped her, they fucking raped her!" Jane all but snarled, fists clenching at her sides as the rage she had been controlling since she found Maura, slowly began to rise to the surface.

"They raped and beat her! She's so traumatized that she can't even fucking remember and she wakes up screaming and crying! She has bruises all over her body, Doyle. Now you fucking tell me again that I don't want their blood on my hands..." Her chest was heaving as if she'd just run a marathon and her nails dug furiously into her scarred hands.

Doyle had to work to repress his own anger as he listened to the full extent of what happened. "Tommy O'Rourke's boys." He hadn't meant to say it, but the intensity of Jane's eyes and the way her voice rasped in desperate rage, the gruesome details of Maura's assault; It caused him to falter. His plan hadn't been to get the detective so riled up that she'd claim revenge herself.

"Names, give me names." She demanded venomously, dark eyes glaring daggers.

Doyle shook his head as he worked to get his thoughts back on track. "Detective, I'll give you the names, but you can't take matters into your own hands..." He was back to sounding calm and confident, though barely suppressing his own rage.

Jane was almost vibrating with rage, however Doyle didn't at all seem perturbed by it. "You can't tell me who-" Doyle cut her off. Apparently feeling suicidal... That thought crossed Jane's mind for a moment as she tried not to explode at him.

"No, you aren't like me, detective. We both know you're just angry at what has happened to Maura. What would she have to say if you murdered them?" He questioned, knowing very well despite everything Maura would still be against murdering the O'Rourke brothers in cold blood.

Jane visibly deflated and let out a sigh as she unclenched her hands, now feeling the dull ache from how hard her fingernails had dug into them. "Why do you care? Why are you even telling me this? Why don't you just kill them yourself?" She asked in an irritated and slightly defeated sounding voice.

Doyle thought for a moment and shifted his weight. "Like I said, detective. You aren't like me, and I wanted to give the Police a chance to catch them before I do..." He replied resolutely.

Jane nodded slowly. "I see. Well, between you and me, I hope you catch them." She said harshly, voice filled with hatred.

"The oldest and probably the brains is Riley O'Rourke. His two younger brothers are Shamus and Ryan O'Rourke. They no doubt did this to get revenge on me for killing their father." Doyle's jaw flexed as he worked to keep his calm demeanor. "But you just worry about keeping Maura safe, detective. I have no doubt they'll try to finish what they started..." He all but commanded.

Giving a determined nod, Jane closed her eyes a moment and tried to ignore the oncoming migraine before she opened her eyes again. "I will. But I can't promise I wont kill those bastards if they come near her." She declared, rubbing her scarred hands together in an attempt to relieve the ache.

Doyle merely nodded before he turned slowly to leave without another word. Jane turned in the opposite direction and headed back for her car. Her anger was still boiling and the thought of the O'Rourke brothers only made it worse. Before she knew it, her fist was ramming into the side of her car door. It took her a moment to actually register the pain and she recoiled, tears springing into her eyes. "Mother fu-" She whispered harshly as she cradled her hand.

As the pain dissipated to a dull ache, she looked down at her hand to see it was already turning purple and swelling. Her eyes then drifted to the small dent in her car door and she grunted, annoyed with herself before opening the door with her good hand and sliding in.

Maura sat on the couch, heart beating a little faster than usual as she looked around the room warily. She had been okay at first, distracting herself with whatever was on the TV and running her fingers idly over Ladybug's head; But there had been a loud shuffling and the noise startled her so bad that she had jumped up from the couch only to realize it was Bass making his way through the kitchen.

Ladybug hadn't even batted an eye at the sound, though she did look up at Maura as if slightly confused as to why she had jumped up so quickly and stopped petting her. After calming down, she silently cursed Bass for scaring her and sat back down but she couldn't seem to shake off her anxiety now. Her hands trembled slightly as she fidgeted and turned up her TV a little, hoping the louder it was the more distracting it would be.

That wasn't the case, however. Every little noise and creak made her pulse quicken. She glanced down at Ladybug who lay at her feet. Her temporary canine companion didn't look worried but as if sensing Maura needed reassurance, the large dog sat up and placed her head back in Maura's lap, nudging her hands with a cold, wet nose. Maura smiled down at Ladybug and petted the animal. "Thank you, girl." She murmured softly, watching as Ladybug's ears dropped back against her skull and she licked her hand.

They sat like that for a couple of minutes, Maura calming down with every stroke to Ladybug's soft coat, until the dog's demeanor unexpectedly changed. Ladybug lifted her head and stood up, suddenly alert, ears erect and swiveling from one side to the other. Maura watched as the animal's hackles rose and she stared at the door, a low growl erupting from Ladybug's throat.

Maura swallowed thickly as fear suddenly gripped her by the throat. She stood up slowly, though on shaky legs and tried to keep herself from allowing the feeling to overwhelm her. "W-what is it, Ladybug?" She asked quietly, as if she expected an answer from the animal.

Ladybug looked back at her charge briefly before she jerked her head back to the door, head lowering as she moved quietly around the couch, as if she was stalking pray. Maura was amazed that the dog could be so quiet. There were a few tense moments of Ladybug just staring at the door and Maura backing slowly toward the hallway to her room, until suddenly the door was kicked open.

To Maura's horror, a familiar looking man in a ski mask tried to enter but immediately halted as his eyes widened at the large dog blocking his path. Ladybug's ears pinned back against her cranium and her lips curled up to reveal a set of white fangs. The dog let out a warning growl, looking as though she was ready to pounce on him.

The man swallowed thickly and tried not to make any sudden movements as his eyes moved to Maura. He forced out a humorless chuckle as he watched her frozen in fear. "Ya think a dumb mutts' gunna stop meh, lass?" His Irish accent caused a wave of nausea to come over her and suddenly the memories hit her like a freight train. She stumbled back like she had been hit in the gut and her back hit the wall, trying to suppress the quickly rising bile in her throat.

The man chuckled and went to take a step forward but Ladybug let out a ferocious snarl and inched closer to him, causing him to step back slowly. Maura tried to push back the memories and regain some sort of composure. She watched in horror as the Irishmen reached behind his back. He's got a gun or a knife and if I don't- She stopped mid-thought before she yelled out, "Attack! Ladybug, attack!"

That was all the incentive Ladybug needed. Maura watched the scene in slow motion; Like lightning, the dog leapt into the air, muscles rippling beneath thick fur, jaws open and, sharp teeth gleaming in the light. The man didn't have much time to react and his eyes widened in fear as a set of large jaws came at his face. He felt the air leave his chest as the animal slammed into him, his body hitting the ground.

He had momentarily forgotten the knife in his back pocket as his arms automatically went to protect his face. His ears rang with his own heartbeat and the sound of a menacing snarl as Ladybug towered over him and her jaws clamped down on his arm and tugged violently, teeth shredding skin.

The loud cry of the man mingled with Ladybug's barking snarls as she viciously bit and tugged Maura's attacker, treating him like some sort of chew toy. It snapped Maura out of her fear gripping haze and she forced her legs to move to the kitchen and grab her cell phone.

She fumbled with the phone, barely able to think clearly and punch in Jane's number before she realized that the detective was speed dial number one. Maura pressed the speed dial and held the phone with shaking hands to her ear.

Jane answered the phone after two rings. "Maura, what is it, wha-" She was cut off as her ears picked up the background noise. Snarls and screams echoing back through to her. Before she could say anything else, Maura's terrified voice cut her off.

"J-Jane, o-oh God, Jane! S-someone's h...hear, and t-the dog!" She could barely come up with a coherent sentence, but Jane understood.

"Maura, go lock yourself in your room and hide. I'm on my way. I've gotta call it in. Let the dog do what she's trained to do." Jane said quickly.

Maura stared helplessly at the dog, worried for it's safety before Jane's voice broke her thoughts and told her to do as she said. Finally, the terrified ME forced herself to hurry to her bedroom, hanging up the phone and shutting the door behind her.

She winced as she heard the yelp of Ladybug and a loud thud before there was the sound of nails working to get a grip on the hardwood floor. Maura gripped her phone and hurried to her closet, shutting it behind her and collapsing to the floor as a sob escaped her lips. Why was this happening to her?