sorry this is a little short again I've struggled with this chapter, aim to make it up to you all next chapter xx

also to the guest who has asked about rizzles i assume u r the same person who asked before (if not then sorry) but i already said my stories can be really long and i don't know how long this one will turn out, but yes i believe there will be rizzles but its not going to turn into a major rizzles fest because i dont believe it fits the rest of the story (correct me if u think im wrong) and i dont think people following this are just hanging on for just rizzles (again correct me if im wrong) this is much more about their characters, there will be rizzles because they deserve a happy bit but how much i still dont know, im sorry and as i said before i dont want to lose a reader because im not giving you what i want but i also dont want to rush a story or force rizzles if its not going to work and like i said before u keep asking me why ur here - if u want all rizzles i already pointed u to my other work that is mainly just rizzles.

"Quit grinning and get us out of here will ya?!"

Korsak couldn't help but chuckle at his younger colleague's furious expression and knew it was simply a bravado to cover up his actual fear. "You know a thank you might help."

"I swear to God old man if you d-"

"Will you two shut up already?!" Angela glared sternly at Korsak, the only one she could actually see.

Jane smiled affectionately at her Ma as she rushed across the warehouse and slammed the up button, raising her mother and partner up out of the water and moved them to the middle of the warehouse before lowering them to the floor.

Korsak rushed outside to call it in and grab the blankets he knew Jane kept in the trunk of her car for stakeouts. When he came back in he couldn't help but pause for a moment and smile softly at the scene in front of him; Jane and Angela were holding each other in a tight embrace. As he approached neither woman let go and so he simply wrapped a blanket around them both before tossing one at Frost who ruefully smiled at the older man and wrapped himself in the blanket.

"Ma, I'm so sorry...I, I..." Jane couldn't say what she wanted to she simply hung onto her Ma as hard as she could. She felt so helpless in that moment; it was an odd juxtaposition, she had just saved her Ma, killed the perps and done exactly what she was trained to do, something she normally wouldn't even take the time to think about but having saved her Ma made all the difference.

Janie was clinging to her like a little girl and it was something that almost never happened, even when she was a little girl Jane was so independent she never wanted Angela to kiss her bumps or scrapes away, she would simply go and pound or kick the offending object (or person on occasion though Angela tried to stop that.) She felt so fragile in her arms and yet Angela knew better than anyone juts how strong her daughter could be, after what they all went through with Frank Angela knew that Janie felt it more than the boys and it had nothing to do with her being a girl, more the fact that Jane felt guilty, as the eldest, like it was her job to keep the family together, which, ironically, was exactly what she did when Frank walked out, she helped support Frankie's emotional side, did her best to stabilise Tommy's erratic and wayward tendencies when things went wrong, and was Angela's rock, there if she needed to break down and there when she just needed to laugh and carry on.

Jane didn't have a thought running through he mind in her Ma's arms, she didn't even care that her partner and ex-partner caught her in this rare emotional moment which they would use as blackmail at a later stage, she was just happy to see her Ma safe. So when Angela pushed her off abruptly Jane looked into the older woman's eyes with confusion.

"Maura." The thought had jumped into Angela's mind and her panic levels returned to just as high as they were as she was slowly sinking into that icy water.

The mention of her name made Jane snap back into cop mode on the outside, on the inside the mention of that name made her heart skip a beat and stomach drop and churn with fear. "Where is she?"

"She took her, said something about visiting a grave." Frost stepped forward and produced his phone and tapped a button and a voice rang out around the warehouse;

"Hello Princess...Been a long time...You still don't remember? Even standing in this room you don't remember?"

"Doyle..."

At the sound of Maura's weak, confused voice Jane's heart stopped and she clenched her fists.

"Yeah there we go...keep going Princess."

"I...I was here with...Doyle? But how-"

"Oh yeah, you met Daddy long ago but your precious controlling adoptive mother decided to erase us all from your memory."

"Us?"

"Remember him?"

"Doyle. Him. Here. He...he...had a gun..."

"That's right Princess, keep going..."

"D-Doyle...he, he saved me..."

"Doyle killed him. Shot in him down in cold blood. Murdered him. Because of you. All because of you."

"No, he shot Doyle, he got a shot off too."

"They ruled suicide. It wasn't. Even the evidence didn't add up but it didn't matter because your precious Daddy paid them off to accept the ruling."

"I was young, I didn't know, I didn't understand."

"You do now."

Jane stopped listening and turned to Korsak "Get me names of male suicides around ten years ago or older linked to the Irish mob." Korsak nodded as he dialled his phone.

"We came back this year, to see his grave, it's been 20 years...and dad got caught before we could...We're gonna go pay our respects."

Jane looked gravely at Frost "You good?" He nodded eagerly. "Get me the address of that church you two." Both men nodded as they set about their researching. Jane turned to face her Ma and opened her mouth.

Angela placed gentle hands either side of Janie's face and smiled proudly at her "You go save her baby, but be careful, this girl has lost a lot."

Jane smiled humourlessly "Yeah? She's about to lose a lot more."

Maura stood in the cold, dark evening air, her hair dampened by the slight drizzle that was falling, her face pale and lifeless. The more she stared, the more she couldn't believe what she was seeing. It can't be...

Baby Maura Doyle.

Born August 7 1976.

Died August 7 1976.

"Safe from all earthly harm."

Maura felt like she couldn't breathe as she stared at the words. She could feel the blackness creeping up on her, she could see black spots in front of her eyes trying to claim her once again. She struggled against it but her heart was pounding furiously and her lungs were sucking in the maximum capacity of air already, nothing inside her could calm down. It was only when she heard the voice that it gave her something else to focus on, helping her cling onto consciousness for a little longer.

"Safe from all earthly harm. That didn't work out all that well did it?"

"Jane..." It was hardly above a whisper but simply saying her name stayed the onslaught of the darkness just a little.

"Jane? The detective? You really think she's gonna make it here?" The woman laughed cruelly. "She couldn't piece together all the clues I left behind for you. I made it so easy so we could have more time together." She produced a bag of rudely crushed purple powder from her pocket. "She slowed the whole process down so I had to speed it all up instead. She won't make it in time."

Maura frowned at the powder "Bunga bangkai..."

"That's right. My father was fascinated with this beauty. The way it attracts animals and insects to it with the odour, almost like entrapment...The original plan was to get you to swear a statement putting Doyle away for the murder of my brother, kill you and let him rot in jail alone and bitter. Then I discovered he wasn't likely to make it, what's the use in killing both of you?" She didn't miss the flash of relief in the medical examiner's eyes. "That doesn't mean we can't still have a little fun." She laughed as the hope in Maura's eyes faded as quickly as it had appeared.