Jane is sitting at her desk and glaring at Detective William Hanley, the man who probably has profaned her sweet, little daughter. She knows that he can feel her stare because he is shifting in his seat and looks up from his screen. You dare to put an hand on my daughter? I'm gonna cut that hand off. And any other parts that touched her. She shudders at that thought and has to swallow a groan.

She turns her head to the entrance and growls as Liz enters the bullpen with a file in the hand. "You are grounded, young lady."

Frankie and Hanley turn their attention at the two women and are frowning.

Liz stops dead in her track and laughs humorlessly. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"I not twelve anymore, you can't ground me."

"Try me."

Liz huffs and drops the file to her Jane's desk. "Mom asked me to tell you that the cabby was murdered. He died of a heroin overdose."

Jane furls her eyebrows and opens the file. "With the good stuff too."

"Can I go, Sergeant?" Liz asks with venom in her voice and dares the Italian.

Frankie ducks his head and pretends that he isn't seeing or hearing anything. "Oh boy."

Jane gets up from her chair and walks to the board. "Yeah, you can go."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

Frankie grunts as he stifles his laugh and Hanley knows better and doesn't react at all.

Jane's eyes snap up and she turns to her daughter. "You know what, I changed my mind. You can go to the cab company and talk to his supervisor." She says and Liz is groaning.

Hanley gets up to his feet in no time. "I can go with her."

Jane glares at him and then she looks at her brother. "You go with Frankie and talk to the victims wife."

He nods slowly and watches as the older man gets up as well.

Liz is rolling her eyes and Jane arches an brow as she gathers her belongings.

"Come on, kid." Frankie says and starts to walk. "I can't wait to hear the story behind that."

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Jane is sitting behind the steering wheel of her unmarked car and stares with a dead serious face at the road while Liz is staring out of the window like a sorehead. None pf them had said a word since they had left the precinct.

Jane takes a deep breath and licks her lips. "Are you and Hanley … are you involved?"

"I don't answer that." Liz snaps back.

Jane wants to throw up because the younger woman is dodging the question and based on experience it means yes. "So, you are. I mean, he particular undress you with his eyes every time you come into the bullpen."

"Ma!" Liz nearly shouts.

"What?" Jane chuckles and looks briefly at the other woman. "I mean, we can call a spade a spade now, right?"

Liz is blushing again, but somehow she is glad that her Ma has cooled off again. "I guess."

Jane nods slowly and sighs heavily. "Is it serious?"

"It is -" Liz starts and trails off. "I don't know what it is, really. It is complicated. And we both are still young. And I don't wanna commit myself to a lifetime relationship with Will."

"But you like Hanley?" Jane asks carefully and frowns.

"Yeah, a lot." Liz says with a sigh.

"Doesn't sound so complicated to me. I mean, you don't have to marry him tomorrow, or at all." Jane replies and worries her bottom lip.

"You are mad, aren't you?"

"Well, I'm not particular happy right now, but I am not mad. Shocked? Yeah, but not mad. Why didn't you tell me yesterday when I asked you if there is a man in your life?"

Liz looks at her Ma and she thinks that shed aged even more. "I was afraid how you would react when I tell you that I am involved with someone."

The older woman nods slowly and furrows her eyebrows. She hardly can understand that the baby she once held in her arms is suddenly a grown woman. "Just … take your time with children, alright? I am still trying to come to terms with the fact that you are an adult. Grandkids would give me an lethal heart attack right now."

Liz is chuckling and the tense atmosphere flies out of the window. "Promise, Ma. You are not becoming a Nonna in the next couple of years."

Jane laughs with a sniffle and she wipes her nose with the back of her hand. "All right, um, you stay back when I talk to the supervisor. What do we know about him?"

"Her, actually," Liz corrects the Sergeant as she looks at her phone. "Will sent me the information about Dixie Petersen. She is fifth-six and runs the company since ten years. The victim, Colin Mayer, worked for her since seven years."

"Do me a favor?"

"Sure."

Jane furls her eyebrows and looks at the younger Rizzoli. "Stop calling Hanley Will when I am around."

Liz is blinking a couple of times and chuckles amused as Jane stops the car at the cap company for which the victim worked. She unbuckle her seatbelt and gets out of the car. Jane needs a second longer and raises an eyebrow as the male employees start to stare at both of them.

"Oh, stop drooling and go back to work." A female voice booms and the men are doing how they are said.

Jane and Liz turn around and see a white hair, chunky woman comes towards them. "You have to be the cops who are coming because of Colin."

Jane nods with a small smile and looks briefly at her daughter. "That is correct. I am Sergeant Jane Rizzoli."

"You have a name too, doll?" The woman asks as she thrusts her chin at Liz.

The younger woman is taken aback and frowns. "I, uh, yes, I have. Elizabeth Rizzoli."

"I keep calling you doll," The woman says and starts to lead the way and Jane snorts amused. "Follow me to my nice and roomy office. You wanna have something to drink?"

The two officers enters the questionable office and frowns.

"No, thank you." Liz answers and looks around in the filthy room. She learned one thing at a very young age, being a neat person can be beneficially.

"It's a little messy in here," Dixie Petersen says and throws a pizza box into the trash can.

"We don't mind," Jane says and wishes that she could hold her breath during the entire interview. "When was the last time you have seen Colin Mayer?"

Dixie is flopping down on an old chair and shrugs. "Last evening, before I went home. He seemed to be fine and behaved liked always. It was a shock when Ray showed up at my house and told me that you have found Colin dead in his cab."

"What was his last job?"

Dixie gets an clipboard from a stack of files and frowns. "His last job. There it is, he picked up a fare in Jamaica Plain and should drive them to North End. At 5:27 this morning. That's odd."

"What," Jane asks and furls her brows.

"Colin's shift would have end at 5:30."

"So the fare had to ask yearn for that specific cabby," Liz asks and tuck in her head as she sees that her Ma had opened her mouth to ask something.

Dixie doesn't seem to notice it and nods. "Exactly."

"Can you tell us the name of the fare?" Jane asks.

"Charlie -" The woman groans and hands the Sergeant the clipboard. She opens the window and yells, "You are a bunch of idiots, do you know that?"

Jane sighs with a smile and points at the name.

"Really," Liz whispers with a chuckle. "Charlie Brown? I hope he left Snoopy at home."

"Ssh," Jane hisses with a smile.

Dixie looks apologetically at the two and shakes her head. "I am sorry, Sergeant."

Jane smiles amused and points at the clipboard. "Can we take that with us anyway?"

The woman hands the Italian the item. "Be my guest."

"Thank you," Jane says before she and Liz leaves again.

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The two women arrives back on third floor of the precinct and still make their jokes about the alias of Mayer's last fare.

Liz can see how Hanley is going into the break room and looks apologetically at her Ma. "I … left my lunch in your fried. I am just going and get it then I'll join you."

Jane is looking after her daughter and sighs heavily. "No, you didn't left it there." She whispers and enters the bullpen.

Liz walks into the break room and closes the door. She walks up to Hanley.

He twists around and his eyebrows shoot up when the brunette is kissing him. "Well, hello." He says stunned as he pulls away and his hands find their way to her waist. "It's good to see you too. I thought you wanna call it off."

Liz is licking her lips and smirks. "My parents are having a date night tonight, do you wanna come by?"

"How can I say no to that?"

She straightens his tie and smiles. "I do need your sandwich."

"Is that a pet name for my -"

"No, perv." Liz chuckles and swats his chest. "I do need your sandwich that is in that fridge."

He chuckles and turns back to the fridge. "I like when you talk dirty to me." He flinches as her hands land on his butt and chuckles. "Or spank me."

"I've never spanked you." Liz chuckles heartily.

He turns around again and has an paper bag in his hand. "You just did."

She rolls her eyes, takes the bag and gives him a peek on the lips. "Thank you.

"Wait, what am I suppose to eat now?"

Liz pushes him to the side and inspects the contents, grabbing an container and shoving it into his chest. "Here." She gasps as he pulls her into his arms and starts to kiss her neck. And she curses the fact that she has to wear her up in a bun or ponytail.

"I barely can't wait until tonight ." He whispers into her ear.

She pushes him away and furrows her brows. "You better cool off before you come back to the bullpen or my mother really is going to shoot you."

He clears his throat and steps back. "Yeah, well … I … I think I drink water and call my sister before I come back."

Liz chuckles and leaves the break room again. She open the bag and smiles as she sees the ham and cheese sandwich. The chuckle grows to a laughter as she hears Hanley groan, because he loves kohlrabi just as much as she does. But she doesn't feel bad that she palmed her lunch of the prior day off on him. That should turn him off.

She takes a bite of the sandwich as she enters the bullpen and furls her eyebrows as her uncle stares at her, mouthing What.

Jane clears her throat and looks at the two. "So, what did Colin's wife say?"

Frankie takes a deep breath and leans back in his chair. "She wasn't a help. I mean she just gave birth to their third child six months ago. Said that she wondered that Colin wasn't at home at seven. She told us that he has taken a extra shift so he could kept them going."

"And whose shift has he taken," Liz asks after she swallows the food in her mouth. She smiles wryly as she catches the gaze of her mother. "Sorry."

"You know what, kid?" Jane replies and stuffs her hands in the pockets of her pants. "You have a damn good gut feeling."

Liz can see that her Ma means it and smirks as she bites into the sandwich.

Hanley reenters the bullpen and looks in disgust at the kohlrabi in the container. "His name is Harry Bishop, he didn't used his cell phone or credit cards for over a week." He looks hopefully at his colleagues and offers them his food. "Want some?"

Frankie rolls back with his chair. "Uh-uh."

Jane makes a face. "Hell no."

"I'm good." Liz says and secretly high fives with her Ma.

"Really," Hanley groans and flops down on his chair. "I put an BOLO out. He has a pretty interesting background story."

"I'm all ears." Jane says and sits down on her chair.

"Harry Bishop is CI of DCU." Frankie simply says and his sister's eyebrows shoot up high. "He had the choice to go to jail for ten years or to keep his eyes and ears open, that's why he took the job as a cabby."

"Is Dixie Petersen involved with the drug dealing?"

Hanley shakes his head and chews in disgust on the kohlrabi. "No, but some of the company's fares are. She do have a list of dubious clients."

"Colin probably got confused with Harry and had to die." Liz states.

"Most likely," Hanley says and frowns. "Harry is a long-term user of heroin."

Jane looks long at them and then at her brother. "Hey, why don't we go home and have a day off? The investigation is in good hands." She says and doesn't mean it sarcastically. She furls her brows as Hanley still eats the kohlrabi. "Put that disgusting stuff away, kid. I don't need to be a cop to tell that you rather would eat pins than that stuff."

He grins and shoves the container away.

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"I am impressed," Hanley says and let his hands wander over Liz bare back.

"Well, thank you." Liz chuckles and nestles her nose in his the crook of his neck.

He rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath. "I mean that your family is accepting us so well. After what you have told, your Mom should be a crying mess and your Ma a raging, merciless Cyclops who wants to swallow me in one piece."

She chuckles and turns her head to him. "My mothers are amazing."

"Yes they are," he agrees and holds Liz tight, sighing. "You never told me what made you become a cop."

"Isn't it obvious?" She asks with a smile.

"So, you feel forced to be a cop because your parents and your uncle work for the law enforcement?"

"Did you know that it is risky to be a Rizzoli or a Isles?"

"No."

She frowns and kisses his shoulder. "Did I told you that my Mom got kidnapped by a lunatic when she was pregnant with me?"

"You making this up to scare me off, right." Hanley asks with a frown and it deepens when Liz shakes her head.

"My parents told me the story when I was old enough. He was obsessed with the thought of him and Mom being together. He worked for her and thought that Mom is into him, even though she was with Ma. She and Frankie rescued Mom at the end, with Frost and Korsak."

"And that makes you become a cop?" He asks and entwine their fingers.

"You really wanna know, don't you?" Liz whispers and props herself up on her elbows.

Hanley furrows his eyebrows and shrugs. "I wouldn't ask if I don't care."

Liz worries her bottom lip and shrugs. "I usually never talk about it, but when I was ten Ma got shot by some prep school kid because she investigated in the murder of his sister's kindergartner. She was, beaten, raped and strangled. She was a nice woman. I can tell that because guided me too." She pauses and swallows hard. "When Ma interviewed Tobias, his son barged into the room and shot his father into the head and Ma in the back."

"That would explain why she is trying to hide her back trouble. But not why you became a cop."

"He got away because he claimed that the pressure of his family was too much." She growls and shakes her head. "He almost killed my Ma and got away with it because his family were close with the Governor's. Ma spent three months in coma. In that time I saw my mother cry her eyes out. In that time I decided to but come Batgirl."

He chuckles and sighs. "I can tell that you are a bad girl."

Liz huffs and kisses his chin. "It was the worse time of my life, Will. Mom was about to pull the plunge because my stubborn mother didn't want to end up as -"

He silences her with a kiss and smiles as she relaxes again . "It's awful what happened to your parents," he whispers and frowns. "But I care about you."

"Do you?"

"Care about you?"

"Mm-hm."

"Hell yeah."

Liz smiles slightly and frowns. "Be careful, Mister."

Handle holds her gaze and smile like an idiot. "Why?"

"Because I start to fall for you."

"I already fell for ya." Hanley growls and flips them over.