Dim lights flickered along the dark alley with the usual electric sizzle accompanying a nearly burnt bulb. They street itself was dark, dingy, dirty even. The buildings bordering the cracked and uneven sidewalks had been tall, and probably beautiful, at some point in their existance. But that simply was not what they were any more. Now, a building was lucky to be standing, with all four walls in a semi- decent state of decay. Stone had crumbled and fallen into the roadway long ago, and rested there because not many people were even still aware that this block still existed, and those that did didn't care enough to keep it clean. After all, any sane person never came down this way. But it, despite the state of disarray, was a silent street. And it held many, many secrets.

The dark car pulled up to one of the moderately- broken buildings, head lights off and windows tinted. The driver was dark skinned, and dark clad as he stepped out quietly, walking towards the passenger door to the miniature limosine. He rested a hand on the door handle, swinging the sleek black door open wide enough, before offering his arm to his employer. He swallowed thickly as a pale hand rested on his forearm, a single leg slid out, followed by another. She wore a fur lined cloak over her dress so he couldn't see exactly what she was wearing, but as she stood, he knew she must have looked more stunning than any before. He ducked his head before she could catch him staring at her, and felt her hand leave his arm. He was the envy of many men; standing in her presence and being permitted a spare word or two, but they were mis informed. He was only the driver; he was expendable. And he was well aware that she could kill him, and she would given a decent enough reason too. He always wondered why she, one who was so mysteriously beautiful, came to places as disgusting and out of the way such as this. But he never dared enough to ask. He brought her there, and she found her own way back, and he took her somewhere else within another week or so. He stepped back into his car, watching her briefly as she stood at the edge of the shattered walk way, before starting the car and pulling away. She waited until he was out of sight, before turning towards the door.

It was a dark brown, and cast in shadows like nearly all of the others. She raised a hand, clenching perfectly manicured nails before rapping precisely three times, equally timed, loud enough only to be heard if someone was just on the other side of the door. Withing a few brief moments, a card slid back, and shaded eyes were staring at her.

"Name?" He asked, voice deep, guarded.

"Anastasia Toivonen."

"Anastasia Toivonen. I am with Amy Othran." It was a fake name, she knew. But it was one well known, especially around these parts. They knew her, or at least, they thought they did. Everyone thought they knew the real her. The others would have been appalled if they had seen her now. But they did not see; they turned a blind eye to what she may or may not be doing. The woman at the door smiled. They were similar, the two of them.

"A moment please, Mistress." She waited only briefly before the door was opened and held for her, and she stepped through as if she was floating. She did not thank the man, but walked on past him, down the hall, to the right. She smiled seductively at the next guard, this one with a list in his hands.

"You are?"

"Anastasia Toivonen." She stated. He looked down at the names, before back up to her. "You are not on the list. I'm going to have to ask you to-"

"I am here for Amy Othran." He blanched slightly, before backing to the door.

"O- of course, Mistress." He opened it, and she smirked, stepping through into a larger room. The room was brightly lit, with people she vaguely knew seated or standing in clumps. Many of them held glasses holding insanely priced alcohol; not that they couldn't easily afford anything but the best regardless. She glanced around, looking for that one group she was well- affiliated with. She could hear them, stepping up behind them slowly, seductively.

"LeViad is not your enemy, Maura." The voice in her ear whispered. "Jane would feel better if you stayed between the two of them. Try to move there, rather than between her and Barker or Pentral." She said nothing; a reply was neither asked for, nor required. She was out of her element, she would do as she was instructed. This time, at least.

"I'm thinking eight; there was a number of younger ones in that grouping." The younger of the three.

"Eight's coming home with me, Barker." She heard Jane answer, almost tone was different though, it was as if she was bored, and as if something else. As Maura watched, the man to her right slid his hand beneath her knee, which she lifted slightly, allowing the movement. She felt her blood burn, her skin flushing.

"That's LeViad, Maura! Wait- No, Maura, don't you-" She stepped forward, smile painting itself across her lips.

"Barker, Pentral, LeViad." She stated smoothly, eyes fluttering with her voice. Their conversation all but stopped, and both Barker and Jane nearly choked on the wine they were drinking. She placed a hand on Jane's shoulder, running her fingers through her hair briefly. "Amy." Jane's head turned, and she caught the warning glare in the dark gaze. "Pleasure to meet you three, Amy has told me so much about her..."

"Business partners. She does most of her business with LeViad, he's a large dealer."

"Business partners." She saw Barker swallow thickly.

"What are you doing here?" The edge to her voice was sharp, and Maura could barely keep herself from laughing at the protective note there.

"You're partners, newly so. She partnered with another agency to broaden her influence."

"Why, you asked the Agency to send you someone. I can not help the delay in our leaving; there was essential business to attend to before they could send someone." She saw Jane's eyes flash again, angry. Angry that she was here, when she needed backup. Angry that she was in a situation that was so obviously dangerous.

"The Agency should have sent someone else." A direct hit at Frost. Maura smiled, new plan forming in her head. It was rash, but she rather liked the idea.

"What's wrong, baby, don't want me here?"

"What the Hell do you-" She kissed her, forcing Jane's mouth open in that moment right before she knew what was happening. She slid the retainer- like tracking device into the detective's mouth, brushing their tongues only briefly before drawing back.

"Or perhaps you would have preferred Venalainen to me."

"Don't you dare pull me into this!" She heard the girl in the police department call out through the receiver. "Frost says good on getting the track on line though."

"You always did like red- heads better. That upsets me a bit, you would go after my trainee instead-"

"I said leave me out of this, damn it!"

"Hey, I would be more than happy to take you home in her place, Miss...?" Maura smiled. Just the reaction she was looking for. And from Barker, no less.

"Toivonen. Anastasia Toivonen. You are Barker, if I am correct." The younger man nodded, as he poured her a glass of wine. "It would be my pleasure to-"

"No. She's mine." Jane's hand clamped around her wrist, and she turned hazel eyes to the other woman.

"Good call, Maura. Humorous too." The sour note in Natasha's voice didn't escape her, but she completely ignored the girl. She rolled her eyes, batting her eyelashes seductively to the younger man.

"I'm sorry, you heard the woman." She grinned then, before everyone lapsed into a slightly awkward silence. Pentral swallowed thickly, before turning to her.

"So, Miss Toivonen. Do you deal in singles or sets?" He asked. Maura was silent. She really didn't have much of an idea what he was even really asking her.

"Boys. This is your first time working with young girls. Your firm agreed to sell to Amy Othran to expand its influence over the trade."

"Oh, I don't normally deal with girls." She stated, letting the slightest smile curl her lips. "Our firm originally agreed to join Amy's as a way to expand the influence of both of our names over more of the trade." She squeezed Jane's hand lightly. "I don't know where I would be without you." To them, it looked like she was directing the statement to the other woman there.

"You would be lost with these guys. Frost has your profile up, there's already someone checking up on it. Aren't you glad we cover all the damn bases?" Maura took a sip of her wine to cover up her slight grin at the girl's words.

"Oh..." Barker again this time. "Well, do you want someone to take you around to see the sets? I'm sure I could get up you in and-"

"No." Jane's reply was harsh, and Maura clamped down on her grin again. She was really getting under her lover's skin, wasn't she. "I'll take her. We have something to discuss, regardless." Maura smiled, fixing her shawl slightly, before she followed the taller woman out the door she had come through. They stepped into a different hall, and Maura nearly flinched at the curtains inside of prison cells. She curled closer in to Jane's side, reflexively.

"What are you playing at." The woman hissed. She then pointed to the second cell. "This one has a nice stock in it, couple of young ones." Her voice was louder then, and Maura realized she was trying to cover everything.

"You needed back up." Maura's voice was a light whisper, as she read the sheet beside the door. "Mmm, what do you loo for in girls? I don't understand the method behind your choices."

"I choose what will sell easiest, and gain the most back. Its all about profit." She stated roughly, then she rolled her eyes up, voice lowering again. "You don't have anything to go off of, you can't lie, you don't even have a person-"

"Tell her not to insult g-ma 'Stasia Toivonen's name, she was a real person."

"Natasha says don't insult her grandmother. She finds your comment about Anastasia to be offensive." Jane turned, her eyes widening slightly in shock, when she pushed the blonde up against the bars.

"You're wired?" The surprise in her voice was quiet, yet Maura let herself smile slightly. She slid her hands over Jane's cheeks, stroking gently with her thumbs.

"I couldn't let you come in alone."

AN- I'm seriously thinking only one more chapter, and then the epilogue. Because I have this tendency to tie things up in nice, precise, neat little bows. With sparkles. Hey, I like my bows. :P Anyway, so I just finished watching both seasons one and two, for the first time. Seriously. I think I've fallen more in love with them than I thought possible... There was also this kid down the road that was like "She [Sasha Alexander] is so not hot." I think IllThinkOfSomething10 and I almost choked him to death on my living room couch... And he is so not permitted in my house anymore unless he brings me presents. And food. And promises to get me into the recording studio again. Oh! I did a cover of Cheap Trick's "I Want You to Want Me" with him, as a supremely ironic, hilarious joke... He has the biggest crush on me. *sigh* RIGHT. Digressing, again. Posted that poll on my profile about what crossover I should do next, please vote, and review this chapter!

~SnapTobiume