A/N: Hey, guys! I know it's been waaay too long since I updated this story, so I understand if you all hate me. I hate myself for it, too. I've been on a SwanQueen kick and I was just stuck in a rut with this story and was having such a hard time for finding any motivation at all to keep going, especially since there's not any weekly Rizzles on my tv... Turns out I just needed a good ol' thunderstorm to show up and get me into gear (plus a kick from a friend)! That storm's gonna sneak into the end of this chapter and the next, too...hehe! Also, I have no beta, so all mistakes are mine, I'm sorry! Please read and review, maybe that'll help motivate me! ;) You're all rockstars for reading this. If only I owned any of this whatsoever, things would be so different on TNT!

Frost, Maura, and Jane pulled to the curb outside the pawn shop. As they stepped out of the vehicle, Maura placed her hand gently on Jane's shoulder and gave her friend a small, sad smile. "Are you doing alight, Jane?" Maura asked.
"Yeah, Maur, I'm fine," Jane responded, returning her friend's sad smile. She quickly set her face back into detective mode, and pushed her emotions back down. She had work to do. Maura sighed internally as she watched her best friend square her shoulders and walk into the pawn shop.

A little bell tinkled above Jane's head as she made her way inside. The owner of the pawn shop took one glance at the crew walking in and knew immediately that they were cops of some kind.
"I don't know nothing about nobody," he said quickly, throwing his hands up in disgust.

"Nice try Sergio," Jane replied, "But I think you are going to know something about the person we're going to question you about. Plus, the more cooperative you are, the less likely my partner and I are to poke around and take a look at some of the things you've got for sale here." Jane raised her eyebrows at the man as she finished her sentence. She had successfully tripped him up by using his first name, something he hadn't expected. Korsak had been astounded back at the office when Jane had used Google to pull up some information about the shop. Sergio looked between the three people standing before him.

"Alright, I'll be as cooperative as I can be," he said resignedly. Jane pushed a photo of Jessica across the countertop towards Sergio.

"What can you tell us about this young woman?" Frost asked him.

"Oh, I can help you with that, man. That there's Jessica. She's been working for me for about seven months now. She's good at her job, always punctual," he said, nodding as he went. "She cleans up real nice, too," he commented with a slight smirk.
"And what do you mean by that?" Frost questioned.

"I don't know for sure, but she may have been an escort, too," Sergio said. "I ran into her every once in a while downtown on some Friday evenings, all dressed up and hanging onto the arm of some man in a fancy suit. Never the same man, either. Yeah, she looked real pretty those nights. In fact, just yesterday she came to work in a very nice outfit. Pencil skirt, tight blouse. Said she had something to attend after she got off here and wouldn't have time to go back to her place and change, so she hoped it was alright that she was dressed nice. Of course, I wasn't going to complain, ya know?" He shot Frost a knowing wink, one that was neither received well nor returned.

"I think we've heard enough here, don't you think, Frost?" Jane asked pointedly.
"Yes, I think we have, Rizzoli," Frost replied, stifling a laugh at the perturbed look on Jane's face. At that, the three of them turned and left the pawn shop, leaving Sergio in peace.

He watched as the group of three entered the pawn shop, delighted at his sick and twisted game that they were caught in. He understood the obsession his idol had had with the raven haired detective. She was beautiful, strong, but weak in a real way, too. Watching the interaction between the detective and the blond haired doctor sparked an extra plot to his game. Yes, this was going to get good indeed. Rizzoli would have no idea what hit her until it was too late.
"This one's for you, Hoyt," he growled at the dark clouds in the distance. "I'll finish what you started. I know you'd be proud of me." He stayed in his position until he saw the same three exit the small building again. By now they had to have been putting the pieces together. But he had another ace up his sleeve. One last victim to really get under Jane's skin. One close to home. Not necessarily someone she was close to, but he had picked another young woman in Jane's apartment complex to be his third and final victim. He was almost giddy with anticipation of tonight's plan, not to mention the new plan that was hatching. He'd have to plan this one quickly, but it'd need to be clean and swift. The night would help him. Darkness was always on his side. He watched their car take off back to headquarters, he assumed. With a head full of ideas, he turned around the corner of the building he had been behind disappeared into the evening.

"Jane, you're pushing yourself too hard. This case isn't going to crack tonight, let's just head out of here." Maura had come up to the bullpen to check on her friends and found them all quite frustrated. On their way back to BPD, Jane and Maura had decided that Jane would stay at Maura's tonight. She was in no shape to stay by herself in her apartment, and Jane hadn't even argued against Maura. She had known it'd be pointless. Maura was right as usual, and Jane figured it'd be no different than most of the other nights she spent at Maura's.

"Ok, ok, you're right," Jane conceded. Maura was surprised that it had been so easy to get Jane to agree to leave for the evening. It was only six o'clock, but Jane had had enough, that much was obvious to everyone around her. Jane grabbed her coat and followed after Maura, waving goodbye to the others as they left.

"Maur?" Jane asked as the two women entered Maura's house. "Could we go for a quick run? We don't have to go far, I just need to get out." Maura glanced out the nearest window.

"Are you sure, Jane? It's supposed to storm this evening. The meteorologist on channel four said there was a good chance for storms around 6:30…"
"Really, Maur? We don't have to go far, or be gone for long, we'll be fine! Besides, I watch the channel five news, and they said 7:00." Jane nudged Maura playfully, and the blond couldn't help but chuckle. At least Jane was in a little bit better mood now.

"Alright, I suppose we can go on a quick run," Maura said with a smile. "But I really need to change first, and unless you're going to run in that, I'm guessing you do, too." They both headed upstairs, Maura grabbing some extra clothes for Jane to borrow, and we're out the door a few minutes later.

A/N: Did you guys like it? I hope so! Stick around for the next chapter, it might be a little bit shorter, but we're gonna get some Rizzles action (finally, I know!).