A/N: Ok so this is part one of a two chapter series. The two chapters were originally one long long chapter but with the help of my beta (shout out mrj726) we decided to break it down so it was easier to read. I'll be releasing the next chapter later tonight or earlier tomorrow morning...or afternoon...or evening! Either way be on the lookout! It's going to get crazy so I hope you like the drama and suspense. And with all that being said...here we go!

Rizzoli & Plan

Jane

Maura absolutely refused to tell me exactly why she bought the motorcycle. Actually, she let some information slip that only made me more worried and paranoid. I pushed harder for the truth but Maura got so worked up she broke out into hives again like she did during the inspection. She was so stressed out under my barrage of questions I thought she might have another panic attack.

I would have pushed for more information but Consuela busted into our bedroom when she heard Maura wailing and crying. Consuela smacked me with a book and dragged Maura out of the room calling me 'evil devil' and 'mezquino?' the entire way down the hall. I wanted to tell Consuela to go away and mind her own business; but seeing Maura in her arms so vulnerable and upset I just couldn't decide whether to push her any harder right now. I actually hung my head in shame and felt remorseful for driving Maura to tears. But I refused to just let it go. I had to figure out what was going on. Somewhere way deep down inside me was still a rusty cop gut and my gut was telling me something was amiss.

I was frightened to death that Maura was getting herself into something perilous that she was not qualified to handle, and it had something to do with my family's case. I started to run after Maura and perhaps try a different approach to get information out of her; but James came home before I got the chance. He rushed through the front door and bounded up the stairs huffing and puffing, excited to show off the DNA sample he collected off my potential nephew; even though the foster givers didn't give him express permission to do so. James bristled with pride until he saw what was going on in the house; then his face fell and he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world. I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the spare bedroom he was using as his room for the duration of his stay.

James sat on the edge of the bed with his shoulders slumped and a decidedly dejected look on his face. He was watching me pace around the room. His eyes were nervous and he shook his head side to side. He loosened his tie and removed his jacket as I ranted and raved about the motorcycle and Maura's lame explanation as to why she purchased it.

"Don't you think that's crazy?" I asked him finally.

James just rolled his eyes.

"You haven't asked me anything about your nephew yet!" He said unhappily.

I was struck with guilt. I'd been so wrapped up in myself and what was going on with Maura I hadn't even bothered to inquire about James' trip to the foster farm.

"Yes of course James I'm sorry; how did that go?" I asked kindly.

I sat next to him on the bed and gave him my full attention. Even though it was his job to find my nephew; I was still grateful for his hard work and dedication. I did want to know all about my nephew. I'd come back to Maura's insanity later.

"I'll be honest with you, Jane…I've seen worse but I've seen better too!" He said honestly.

"What do you mean?" I asked carefully.

I grew more and more nervous by his response. I prayed my nephew was in good health and not being abused. The very idea of my nephew being mistreated stirred something inside me; a darkness better left to fester in the pits of my being rather than being exposed to the light. If I were to find my brother's only son was being misused in some way I'd bring fire and rain down upon those responsible.

"Be honest James…is he ok…did he look healthy?" I asked with wide eyes and a set jaw.

James shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, he doesn't look like he's being abused. If anything he's being over worked. He's the youngest of nine boys there and he shares a bedroom with three of the other boys. When I got there he was shoveling out a barn stall and he's only six. It was a little weird but he's a bright kid. He talked about horses and Batman the entire time." James chuckled.

I smiled. Tommy used to love Batman when he was a kid too; actually he loved Batman even after he grew into a man.

"He's a bit on the skinny side, but there were no marks or bruises on his body which is good. The foster caregivers wouldn't give me permission to take his DNA; but I did what Maura said and gave him a juice box that I took with me after he drank it all. To tell you the truth, I think those foster parents don't want to lose free labor and the check the government gives them for caring for him. But they aren't bright people and they don't have an attorney. I'll kill them in court and get a subpoena to have his DNA taken legally if Maura's results come back that he is, in fact, your nephew." James said confidently.

"Does he look like me?" I asked.

James smiled. He produced his phone from his wallet.

"I got a picture here if you want to see?" James said proudly.

My heart soared.

"Of course I want to see…show me!" I said excitedly.

James pulled up the picture on his phone and my jaw dropped. On the screen was a picture of a smiling little boy with a wicked grin, bright brown eyes, and tousled black hair. My hands began to shake. My heart fluttered. Tears rolled down my cheek. I'd seen that boy before. He looked like Tommy…exactly like Tommy did at that age! I choked on a sob and pulled the phone from James' hand and held it in my own staring down at the boy I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt was my brother's child. He was beautiful. I couldn't believe it. I had a nephew. A Rizzoli to carry on into the future! I ran my thumb over the boy's face on the screen and smiled as the tears continued to roll down my cheeks. I knew a Rizzoli when I saw one; and this boy was a Rizzoli beyond a shadow of a doubt.

"He's a handsome devil if I've ever seen one." James chuckled.

I laughed.

"This is him…this is my nephew!" I whispered.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen and the smiling boy. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to wrap him in my arms and never let him go. I wanted to fly to that farm and carry him home. I wanted to tell him what a great man his father was and all about his Uncle and his Grandmother. I wanted the best for my nephew. I wanted to save him from the darkness and show him the meaning of love and family like Maura did for me. My nephew deserved the best of everything.

I was suddenly reminded of Maura and my heart sank again. Had it not been for Maura I would still be swamped in my own darkness. Had it not been for Maura I still would have nothing and no place to call home. Now my life was full of hope and possibility and the light in Maura's eyes every time she looked at me made me melt inside. I knew in my spirit that Maura would always be there and always protect me and I would do the same for her. I also knew my nephew had no concept of such devotion. He'd been abandoned in his infancy and knew nothing of unconditional love. I wiped the tears from my eyes. This boy was my brother's son, my family's only living hier. I sent the picture to my email account from James' phone and gave it back to him.

"I want custody of my nephew as soon as possible. But we have to do something about Maura first." I said in a determined voice.

I stood and started pacing the room again. Seeing my nephew made me more resolute than ever to keep Maura whole and alive! I could not and would not allow Maura to fall into the darkness of my family's past. I would keep her in the light if I had to hold her by the neck to do it. I squared my shoulders and clenched my fists. I knew Maura was tough, stubborn, protective, spirited, determined, and that this was going to be a battle of wills but I would not fail! James sighed and shook his head.

"You know I have kids too," James said forlornly. "It's their summer break and I barely get to see them because I'm always doing something for Maura; or for you lately!" James eyed me unhappily.

I felt empathy. I understood the meaning of the importance of family.

"James, bring your family out here while you're working! The more the merrier! But in the meantime, we have got to figure out what's happening with Maura!" I insisted.

"What is it that you think is going on, Jane?" He asked in a flustered tone.

I rounded on him.

"I know something is up with her James…I just know it!" I growled at him.

James threw up his arms.

"Something like what!" he yelled.

"Something dangerous I think! Something she shouldn't be getting herself involved in. Something crazy I dunno; you saw the bike and you saw the hives! Don't you think that's odd?" I asked him incredulously.

James shrugged his shoulders but nodded his head in agreement.

"Maura is kind of weird most of the time actually. I'm sure there's a logical explanation for the motorcycle,"

I couldn't disagree with his logic. Maura was somewhat awkward on a good day; I'd learned to accept a certain amount of eccentricity from her. Even so the motorcycle was over the top and her disjointed explanation and subsequent eruption into a hive ridden mess was less than satisfactory. That feeling in my gut that Maura was in over her head was raging all the more.

"Yes but she's never been this weird…not 'buy a motorcycle and not tell me why' kind of weird!" I frowned.

"Maybe she's having a midlife crisis and wants to try something new," James chuckled.

I looked at him like he was crazy.

"She's too young to have a midlife crisis, James! And anyway what the hell does Maura know about motorcycles? I've never heard her so much as mention motorcycles before today!" I raved.

"Well then why don't you just ask her about it, Jane?"James asked wearily.

"I already told you I DID! She started having a panic attack and broke into hives like she did at the inspection! She let slip something about undercover work and my family's case when I asked her about the motorcycle; and then she started freaking out!

I closed my eyes tightly and gritted my teeth. I took a deep breath and steadied myself.

"I know Maura, James. She's afraid to tell me what the bike is for because she knows I won't approve of what she's planning!" I raged in a hushed whisper.

"How could you possibly know that? You just said she doesn't talk about the case…she can't talk about the case because it's against the law!" James insisted.

"Yes I know that James; she told me all about the legal ins and outs! But Maura's become a woman obsessed with this case! We need to investigate what she's doing. No matter what I say or do she just won't let it go. She thinks I'm broken and solving the case will magically fix me. I think she'd do anything to get justice for my family, including doing something stupid like getting herself killed!"

I was frantic just thinking about it. James' eyes went wide and his brow furrowed.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" He asked curiously.

"Exactly what I said…Maura would do anything to solve this case! Including putting herself in dangerous situations if she thought it would help! She doesn't have to spell it out for me; the bike, her weird behavior, the hives...she's planning something dangerous I know it!"

James sighed and shook his head. He looked like he wanted to crawl back against the pillows, go to sleep, and pretend this was all a dream. So did I for that matter; but there was no time for sleep.

"Maybe if I solved the case myself!" I said thinking out loud. "Maybe if I figure out who they're investigating I can get whatever evidence they need so Maura doesn't have to do anything crazy and get herself killed!"

James looked incredulous.

"You're not a cop Jane! You can't tamper in an open investigation you'll go to jail! You've lost your mind!" He exploded at me

"Keep your voice down!" I hissed at him. "Maura could hear you she's just down the hall! And for your information I have police training. I graduated top of my class at the New York Police Academy. I won't get caught. I'll just help the case along!" I insisted.

James was staring at me with his jaw open and a disbelieving look on his face. Finally he beat his forehead with his fist and grumbled under his breath.

"Why are all women so crazy?" He wailed.

I stamped my foot in frustration.

"We have to figure out what's going on, James!" I insisted.

He rolled his eyes and loosened his tie more.

"There's that we again…you and this 'we' you keep saying are freaking me out!" He frowned.

"I need you to back me up. I need you to see what I see so you can help me convince her she's lost her mind. I can tell her all the practical reasons she's crazy and you can tell her all the legal reasons she's crazy. Besides you know all her hiding places and stomping grounds. We have to work together on this or it won't work." I insisted.

"And how are 'we' supposed to do that, Jane? What work are you talking about?" he asked in a hollow, defeated voice.

I paced around thinking hard.

"We follow her around and see what she's really planning with the bike. We need more information!" I said wringing my hands together nervously.

I heard James grumble under his breath.

"You're talking about spying…on Maura…spying on her while she's doing her job! You do realize that's insane!" He stated bluntly.

"Don't you want your employer to stay alive so she can keep paying you? It doesn't do us any good if Maura is dead or hurt."

James shook his head.

"You'll be just fine if Maura dies; you're very well taken care of you just don't know it." James smirked; then his eyes lowered and he looked ashamed like he wasn't supposed to say that for some reason.

I didn't know what he meant nor did I care. I just glared at him.

"What's that supposed to mean? Never mind…I don't even want to know. I need Maura alive, healthy, and home with me where she belongs, James. Maura is my family; she's my daughter's Maddy! She's everything to me! It will kill me if something happens to her and it was my fault," I said rubbing my temples and blinking back tears.

"What's going to happen to her and how could it possibly be your fault?" He asked concernedly.

"I don't know what's going to happen to her; that's what we have to find out!" I cried.

"She's only doing whatever she's doing because of me! We only came back to Boston so she could work this case…for me! The motorcycle, the case, her weird behavior, the secretiveness, the hives, they're all connected and it scares me, James. I won't let her do it…I won't let her get herself in trouble for me!" I said in a voice that brokered no argument.

James studied me with an odd expression on his face.

"You really love her don't you?" He asked curiously.

I looked at him with heavy, teary eyes.

"More than you'll ever know," I whispered.

James sighed and closed his eyes. He gritted his teeth and shook his head. He looked weary.

"An argument could be made that you're a crazy stalker girlfriend."

I found myself laughing.

"I wouldn't deny it if that argument was made. I'll be whatever I have to be to save my girlfriend. I will stalk the shit out of Maura if it keeps her ass alive!"

James looked at me like he wanted to cry.

"And what happens if we do discover that she's doing something dangerous? What then? How are we supposed to tell her to stop without letting on that we've been spying on her while she worked an open police case?"

My mind raced.

"I…I don't know; I haven't gotten that far yet. I haven't even thought about it!"

"You haven't thought about a great many things!" James sighed.

"We'll figure it out. But I have to know the truth, James! I have to know sooner than later if Maura's getting into trouble before it's too late!" I pleaded with him.

James studied me for many long moments; then his shoulders sagged. He resigned himself to the fact that I would not give up. I would do this with or without him.

"We can't get caught doing this, Jane. You have no idea how angry Maura would be if she were to find out we were spying on her while she was working. You have seen her when she gets angry." James said.

"You have no idea how angry I'll be if something happens to Maura! You've never seen me angry; I'll make Maura's temper look like a breath of fresh air!" I said flopping down in an armchair and sighing heavily.

"How are we even going to go about this?" James asked.

I thought for a few moments. "I have a plan." I said confidently.

...

The Next Day

"Remind me why we're crammed up in this old rented beater when we could be sitting in your nice, brand new Escalade?" James grumbled in the passenger seat of the rental car.

I huffed behind the binoculars I was holding up to my eyes.

"Because James, we're spying remember? Maura would recognize my Escalade. This way we can sneak around and not be noticed." I reminded him as patiently as I could.

"Yes and remind me why we're spying on the POLICE again? Who the hell spies on the police?" James continued to whine.

He adjusted the crotch on his pants awkwardly. I rolled my eyes and continued looking through the binoculars.

"You know why we're spying…and we're spying on Maura more than we are spying on the police." I said "And what the fuck is going on down in your pants?"

James grumbled and squirmed in his seat.

"It's hot in here! I'm sweating like a farm animal and my nuts are sticking together!" He complained.

I rolled my eyes again. I was seriously reconsidering why I thought it was a good idea to bring James along on this undertaking. The man was more irritable than Consuela when she was complaining about me, Angela, and Franklin Thomas put together. James chose to wear a three piece suit even though I told him it was a bad idea. I had the sense to wear jeans and a tank top. But far be it for James to dress down; even if we were just going to be sitting in a car all damn day following Maura around.

"I told you to wear something more comfortable; and stop playing with your testicles, it's disgusting and weird!" I scolded him.

"Can't we just get out of here? They're not doing anything but talking?" James moped.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. James was wearing out my patience.

"James," I said in a painfully strained voice "Do you think you can sit still and be quite for the next five minutes? You're like a toddler on a long road trip! Just relax and calm the fuck down!"

James scrunched up his eyebrows in a frown.

"Fine, but if I die of heat stroke it's your fault!" he spat at me.

"You ain't gonna die you big baby now sit still!" I hissed at him.

I returned my attention to my binoculars and trained them toward the precinct's parking garage. I could just make out Maura with Detective Korsak and a younger black man in a nice suit that must be Detective Frost. They were all standing around the motorcycle that Maura bought yesterday. It was Sunday afternoon and James and I had been at this venture since early this morning.

I felt a bit guilty about tailing my girlfriend and spying on her; but I didn't feel like I had any other choice.

"Can't you turn on the AC or something? It's so hot in here!" James complained

"If we turn on the car it will draw attention to us. The windows are rolled down and that will have to suffice for now." I argued impatiently with him.

"But my nuts…"

"…Damn it James! Just unzip your fly and we will get you an icepack for your sweaty balls later; but for now will you please just calm down, be quiet, and let me concentrate!" I pleaded with him wearily.

James turned red in embarrassment and opened his pants. He started breathing giant gusts of breath at his crotch until I looked at him in horrified disbelief. James grumbled and pouted and leaned his car seat all the way back. He crossed his arms and sat quietly…finally.

I went back to studying Maura across the street.

"Those three have been talking about the bike for half an hour. I knew Maura was lying this morning; she said she was coming here to test my nephew's DNA!" I pouted.

"I don't think she was lying; not outright at least. You know Maura can't lie outright on account of the hives. She was probably testing the DNA while she was inside the building all those hours…while you made me roast out here in the heat might I add!" James said with a voice laced with contempt.

I ignored him. I was busy watching the goings on in the garage.

"Hmmm! That's interesting. Why is the old detective putting on that leather jacket? It's the middle of the summer! He's going to sweat to death in that thing." I said confused by what I was seeing.

James at up and pulled the binoculars from my hand and started studying the scene for himself.

"That is interesting," He said.

"I know right? Who wears leather when it's 90 degrees outside?"

"No! Not that! I'm talking about the patches on the jacket. They're motorcycle gang patches," James explained.

I snatched the binoculars out of his hands again.

"The one that says 'nomad'?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's an old motorcycle club term for a man who's not affiliated with any particular club but he used to be. It means you're a lone rider. And that jacket is serious stuff. It looks really expensive and it's made for hardcore riders. Wonder why that old detective has one? He doesn't look like he's much into motorcycles. Oh shit! Maura's got one too!" James exclaimed.

I watched Detective Frost hand Maura an identical jacket as the one Detective Korsak was wearing only it was ladies cut. I frowned when Maura put on the jacket.

"Her patch says 'Property of Bo'!" I said confused by what I was seeing.

James took the binoculars back and studied Maura himself. He started chuckling.

"Maura's kinda sexy in that jacket," he said in a voice laced with implications that grated my nerves.

I gritted my teeth.

"Get it together, James! What does Maura's patch mean mister motorcycle gang expert!" I hissed at him.

James stopped chuckling but kept smiling.

"It seems to me like Maura is that detective's old lady." James said.

"What the hell is that? Maura's not old!" I exclaimed.

James rolled his eyes and looked at me.

"The term 'Old Lady' is used to describe the wife or girlfriend of a male motorcycle club member. To them women are properties. They aren't very advanced in their thinking. My wife would cut off my nuts if I ever referred to her as my property,"

I grew furious with disbelief.

"If you talk about your nuts one more time I'm going to kick you in them! And what is going on with the patches and the jackets? Maura isn't anyone's property! Not even mine! Why is she wearing that jacket?" I raged.

James looked nervous all of a sudden.

"Relax Jane it's not real! They're just playing dress up! If I had to guess I'd say they were planning on going undercover in a motorcycle club or something like that! It makes sense considering the bike and the jackets with the patches."

Dread flooded through me. So my worst fears were true. Ice formed in my stomach and my heart ached with terror. Motorcycle gangs were dangerous; very dangerous. And Maura wanted to play dress up and get involved in one or more for my family's case. I didn't know what the hell a motorcycle gang had to do with my family's case; but I did know I wasn't about to let Maura get wrapped up in one just to solve it. I steeled my nerves and grabbed at the door handle of the car.

"FUCK THAT!" I spat angrily trying to get out.

James wrapped his long arms around me and held me tightly.

"NO! Jane…you can't get out! You CAN'T!" He said struggling with my body.

I writhed and squirmed, flailed my arms, and cursed at him furiously to let me go.

"JAMES! Stop…let me go! I'm not going to let this happen! I won't do it James…she's my girlfriend! I'm not going to stand by and let her put herself in danger!" I raged.

"If you go up to her and demand she stop doing what she's doing in front of her coworkers you'll humiliate her and you're not supposed to know what she's doing anyway! We still don't know exactly what's going on. We need to know more…calm down Jane…we need to know more!" James insisted.

"James she's my girlfriend!" I said hysterically.

"And she's like a sister to me!" He screamed.

"I don't want this to happen any more than you do but we have to be rational! We can't embarrass her at work. We need more information. Then we make a move when we have all the facts. Calm down Jane…I'm not the enemy!" James pleaded with me desperately.

I stopped thrashing around mostly from exhaustion. We were both covered in sweat and panting heavily. I leaned my head against the steering wheel and tried to calm my breath. I bit my lip to steady my nerves. I clutched my heart and tried not the to let the tears that burned my eyes fall. I was so afraid for Maura. What had she gotten herself into? How could she think this was ok? Why didn't she know this was the last thing I'd ever want her to do? My heart continued to ache as my mind imagined thoughts of a life without Maura. The thought was just as horrible as a life without my daughter. James released me from his grasp and sat back in his seat.

"I'm on your side Jane. We're in this together." He said softly.

I smiled at him through teary eyes.

"What are we going to do?" I wailed.

"We have to keep following her until we know for sure she's planning on going undercover in a motorcycle gang. Then we come up with a plan to see that it doesn't happen."

I looked back toward the garage where Maura was with the detectives. I narrowed my eyes at Detective Korsak. This had to be his idea. Maura wouldn't come up with this craziness alone.

"I want to punch that old raisin detective in his fucking face!"

My jaw was clenched so tightly a searing pain shot through my neck.

"If you did you'd go to jail for assaulting an officer of the law. Even I couldn't get you out of that one!"

I rolled my eyes.

"I know this shit was his idea! He's got Maura dressed up in a jacket that says she's his property! God knows what kind of places he's going to be dragging her around! I fucking HATE that guy!"

My eye lid twitched in my fury.

"You gotta relax! Cooler heads prevail remember? Calm down, you can't get so worked up! Besides you're driving and I don't want to die!" James said nervously eyeing me.

I must have looked as angry as I felt. I tried to calm myself but when I looked back toward the precinct's parking garage my heart dropped.

"Shit, get down!" I blurted out in a panicked voice.