"You told him that you love him?" Leslie asks surprised and her eyebrows are raised up high as they step out of the coffee shop. "What did you parents say about it?"

Liz rolls her eyes and blinks against the sun. "They said nothing about it because they were already in their room when I came home. What surprised me is that they didn't grill me about the date this morning."

"Yeah, that is for real a surprise." Leslie agrees and frowns. Her friends always tells her when Jane or Maura barrage Liz. "What did Will say?"

Liz is tucking a strand of her behind her ear and sip the coffee that she is holding in her hand. "He said that he loves me too." She winces as Leslie squeaks like a little school girl and glares at her friends. "Are you six? Stop that."

"That is great, Liz." Leslie says with an hushed voice.

Liz is about to say something when someone puts an arm around her shoulders.

"What is great?" A deep, male voice asks. "Hey, beautiful."

Liz is making a face and wriggles out of the hold. "That it is none of your business, Ricky."

Ricky Giambetti makes a hurt face, but then he smiles. He is a police officer just like the two women. He has a olive complexion, curly dark brown hair cut short, and green eyes. He is tall, athletic, and is wearing a shirt and jeans. And he is pretty much into the young Rizzoli woman, to the dislike of Liz. He tried to ask her out since the first day he saw her in the precinct. "Ouch, that hurt, Lizzy."

"I will hurt you if you don't stop calling me Lizzy." The woman growls and steps away from him.

He smiles smugly and pulls back her to him. "Maybe I'll like it."

Liz stares at him and furls her eyebrows. "Let go of me."

"No." He replies and chuckles. "Come on, you know that we are meant to be together."

"In your dreams," she hisses and pulls her head back as he tries to kiss her.

"I can tell you what I dream about you," he growl low. "I dream that I take you from the front, and from behind. And that you suck my di -"

"You dream about that too?" Liz asks as she kicks his nuts and be is slumping down to he ground, groaning in pain. "Say that again and I make sure that you can't use your dick ever again, Ricky." She barks and catches everyone's attention. She turns away and walks with Leslie.

"Jesus," the redhead whispers. "He's a creep."

"He's a pig." Liz yells over her shoulder and frowns as her phone starts to vibrate in the pocket of her jeans. She gets it out and reads the new message.

"Jane?" Leslie asks and rolls her eyes when she sees the idiotic smile on her friend's lips. "Will."

Liz looks up and blinks a couple of times. "Sorry, what?"

"Oh, nothing." The other woman says and pulls the corners of her mouth downward. "I just told you that I'm pregnant."

Liz chokes on her coffee and is coughing violently. "Seriously?"

"No," Leslie laughs and gives the brunette a shove before she is sitting down on a bench in the park. "Patrick and I are no longer."

"What?" Liz asks shocked and sits down next to Leslie, crossing her legs. "I thought you were happy together."

"He cheated on me, with our hot neighbor." The other woman answers and tugs on the paper cup.

"Like you are not hot."

"Well, I think he did it because I am barely at home."

"And that is a excuse? How did get to know about it?"

Leslie shrugs and blinks against the sun. "I caught them when I came home two nights ago."

Liz is furrowing her eyebrows now. "Hey, why didn't you tell me?"

Leslie shrugs and heaves a sigh. "Because I have to come to terms with it myself first. I mean, we were a couple for almost three years. Catching him sleeping with a other woman in our bed isn't really funny."

Liz is rubbing her friend's back with a slight frown. "I am sorry, Leslie."

"You don't have to apologize, you haven't done anything wrong." The redhead says and looks at Liz. "Can I loan Will sometimes?"

"No," Liz answers and is laughing with Leslie. "But I pass him on to you when I want to get rid of him."

"He isn't a used car, Liz." Leslie chuckles and swats the brunette's thigh.

Liz shrugs and sips her beverage. She freezes when she feels a pair of hands on her shoulders. "I swear to God, if you don't take your hands off lf me, I'll break them."

"Sorry," Hanley says and steps back.

Leslie smirks as she looks at him and nods once. "Hey, Will."

Liz turns her head and beams broadly. "Sorry, I thought you are Ricky Giambetti."

His face darkens as soon as the name leaves her mouth and he looks around for the other man. "That ass still don't leave you alone?"

"No."

"I'm gonna kick his ass."

"No need to." Leslie throws in. "Liz already kicked his nuts, literally."

He smiles proudly and put his hands back on the brunette's shoulders. "Good girl."

Leslie chuckles amused and point at the free spot. "You wanna sit with us?"

"Sure," he agrees and sits down, giving Liz a kiss. And then another, and another.

Liz licks her lips when she hears her friend clearing her voice. "You were running?"

Hanley looks down on himself and frowns. He is wearing a dark shorts and gray wife beater. "Is it that obvious?"

Liz rolls her eyes and digs her nails into his bare thigh, smiling as he flinches. "Now, you're being a smart-ass, huh?"

He grabs her hand and entwine their hands. "Okay, all right. Yeah, I was running. I am surprised that the two of you aren't."

"I can't, I am pregnant." Leslie says matter-of-factly.

Liz has to struggle to keep an straight face and frowns as Hanley stares at her. "Don't look at me like that, I am not."

"Are you sure?" Leslie asks seriously.

The brunette is punching her shoulder. "Shut up."

Hanley leans over to Leslie and frowns. "You are really pregnant?"

Leslie starts to laugh heartily and shakes her head. "Nah, I just wasn't in the mood for a run."

He glares at her and snorts as Liz gets a fit of laughing. "You are impossible, both of you."

Liz is still laughing and takes a look at her watch on her left wrist and nearly jumps off the bench. "Crap."

"What is it?" He asks and gets up to his feet.

"We're going to be late. Come on, Leslie." Liz says and is about to head off when Hanley grabs her wrist. She gasps when he pulls her to him. "Will."

"See you later," he whispers after he has kissed her once more.

She nods and looks apologetically at her friend who just broke up with her boyfriend. "Sorry."

"Stop apologizing." Leslie whispers harshly back.

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Jane is sitting at her desk and stares at the board. It is clear to her that Colin Mayer got accidentally killed and that Harry Bishop was the target. But she can't prove it that because Harry became a suspect as well.

She blinks a couple of times as someone place an paper cup on her desk.

Frankie smiles down at her and nods as she thanks him silently. "I had a thought."

"Oh," she says as she is about to sip the coffee and grins as he glares at her.

"What if the gang used the cab service as a kind of drug smuggling?" He asks and sits down on his chair.

"You mean as a courier." She states and puts the cup back down. "Can you check the background of the employees of Dixie Petersen's cab company?"

"It's already done," Hanley says as he enters the bullpen and hands Jane a thick folder. "Detective Rizzoli told me about the idea in the moment I came to work this morning and asked me to check the backgrounds."

Jane furls her eyebrows and opens the folder. "And I thought you skip work." She looks up and smirks.

He clears his throat and stuffs his hands into the pocket of his pants. "I was in BRIC, for the record."

Frankie chuckles amused and shakes his head.

Jane is grinning again and thumbs through the files. "Well, well, well. Most of the drives do have a criminal record because of drugs. I think you just had the right hunch, Frankie." She says and looks at the two men. "Why don't we ask Miss Dixie Petersen to come in and answer some new questions?"

"I go and ask her if she willed to do so." Hanley announces and gets his keys.

Frankie gets up to his feet with a frown. "I come with you."

Jane smiles proudly and leans back in her chair, sighing as she finally sips the hot beverage. She makes a face and stares at the paper cup, getting her phone from its holder. "Seriously? Tea? You'll pay for that, Maura." She grumbles as she types a message.

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Frankie is staring at the road and frowns. "You know, I do care about Elizabeth like my own daughter."

"I know," Hanley agrees and looks at the older man. "You already told me so."

"That means that I killing you if you break my niece's heart."

"You are a protective family, aren't you?"

"Jane and I had a very protective mother, so, yes."

"I love her." Hanley admits and prepares himself for Frankie's fist in his face.

Frankie furls his eyebrows and looks briefly at Hanley. "What?"

Hanley shrugs and takes a deep breath. "I love Elizabeth." He repeats and clenches his teeth. "And I am pretty sure that she is breaking my heart."

"Why do you say that?"

"Have you ever looked at your niece?"

"Not the way you are looking at Lizzy." Frankie states and shudders.

"A woman like her is using a guy like me as a pastime." Hanley says and looks out of the window.

"Are you saying that Lizzy is a slut?" Frankie growls dangerously.

"What?" Hanley asks with an high-pitched voice. "Hell, no. She is surely no slut. But she is an attractive woman. And such women usually break up before it can get more serious. I say it because I have experience with this kind of woman."

Frankie is nodding slowly and raises his eyebrows. Hanley wouldn't be the first one whose heart broke because of his niece.

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Jane is standing in the interrogation room and stares at Dixie like she is about to arrest the woman any second. "Why didn't you tell us that you hire ex-cons?"

"I didn't know that this would be important," the woman shoots back and crosses her arms over her chest.

"You didn't think that this information would be important," Hanley asks and his voice has become clinical. "Didn't it occur to you that this is very important? I mean, one of your drivers got killed. And another is arrested because he assaulted an police officer."

"I know that myself." Dixie snaps at him and huffs. "But Harry didn't kill Colin."

Frankie sits down at the metal table and frowns. "And you know that because?"

Dixie hesitates and takes a deep breath. "He was with me when Colin was murdered."

Jane wants to throw up, but she suppress the urge. She furrows her eyebrows and heaves a sigh. And gone is their best shot.

Frankie sighs loudly and closes the file he just had opened.

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Liz is laying on her stomach in a Hanley's bed and starts to smile as she feels his lips on her spine. She hums approvingly and moves a little. "Your stumble are scratching me." She mumbles sleepy.

"I am sorry about that later." He whispers against her skin and continues his task. "God, I can't get enough of you."

"I can feel that," she chuckles and cracks her eyes open. She can see that it is still dark and frowns. "What time is it?"

"Twelve in the night." Hanley whispers and brushes her hair to the side. "We still have time."

"I should go home before my mothers are reporting me as missing." Liz protests but doesn't make the attempt to get out of his bed. She is releases a shakily breath as a chill is running down her spine.

He frowns but smiles proudly, applauding himself because he heard a lot of sounds coming from the brunette, but never a sound like that. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Liz whispers and tries to gain control of her body reaction again.

"Didn't sound like nothing." He chuckles amused.

"Stop messing with me, alright." She groans and hates herself for it. Since when am I begging for sex, she asks herself and furrows her eyebrows. She groans again as her phone starts to buzz on the nightstand before they could go any further.

"Ignore it," Hanley is suggesting and growls as she is reaching for the device. "Liz."

"I can't. It's probably my Mom." She replies and reads the message. She sits up abruptly and hisses, "Shit."

Hanley rolls onto his back and frowns. "What is it?"

"It's Leslie. Patrick is raging in the hallway of her apartment house. I have to go."

He props himself up on his elbows as she gets out of the bed. "What? Why is he raging?"

"Leslie broke up with him after he cheated on her." Liz put him in the picture as she gets dressed. "He probably wants her back."

He is out of his bed in no time and grabs his jeans. "I'm coming with you."

Liz is about to pull her shirt over her head and freezes. "What? No, you don't have to. I got this."

Hanley presses his lips together and glares at the brunette as he get dressed as well. "There is no chance in hell that I let you handle this alone, Liz. You might be an Rizzoli, but your not invulnerable. We can go now, or we can keep arguing about that."

Liz is roll her eyes and starts to walk. "Fine, but I am driving."

"Jesus," he whispers and follows her with a smirk as she shoots him a glare.

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The couple arrives at Leslie's apartment house and can her a shouting man already in the entrance hall and Liz takes two steps at a time as she hurries to the second floor, Hanley hot on her heels.

She stops as she sees the drunk man who is banging his fist against a door and she is glad that Hanley came with her. Patrick Arnett is short but beefy, and drunk. "What are you doing here, Pat?"

Patrick looks at her and frowns deeply. "Oh, look at that. My wife called her best friend and her lover."

"Leslie is not your wife." Liz states and steps closer. "Why don't you go home and sleep it off, huh?"

"I try but that bitch inside won't let me in." Patrick yells and bangs his fist against the door. "Where am I suppose to go?"

"Take a hotel room."

He stops and turns to her, focusing his frustration on Liz. "I am sure you talked her into throwing me out, didn't you?"

"Why don't you to inside and look after Leslie?" Hanley asks as he steps behind her. "I take care of him."

"It is your fault." Patrick yells and shoves his index finger into her chest.

"Hey," Hanley barks. "Step back, all right."

"Or what? Are you going to arrest me?"

"You'll see."

"I wasn't cheating on Leslie." She replies and frowns.

"She told you?" Patrick laughs humorlessly. "Of course she did, that bitch."

"Come on," Liz says friendly and ignores the insult, placing an hand on his shoulder. "Let's get outta here and I call you a cab."

"Don't touch me," Patrick growls and shakes off her hand, raising his fist.

Liz closes her eyes and prepares herself for the impact, but the only sound she hears is Patrick groaning and that someone got slammed into the wall. She opens her eyes again and can see that Hanley has put a wristlock on Patrick and pressing the other man against the wall.

"Don't you dare raising your hand against my girlfriend." Hanley snarls and tightens his hold. He looks at Liz and frowns. "You okay?"

Liz is blinking a couple of times and nods. She is stunned, not because he protect her but because he had called her his girlfriend. "I am fine." She whispers.

"Why don't you go and check on Leslie, and I take that scumbag downstairs."

She nods again and knocks on Leslie's apartment door. "Leslie, open the door. It's me, Liz."

"Move," Hanley growls and gives Patrick a push.

Leslie opens the door and finds herself in her best friend's arms, crying. "Thank you for coming by." She sob loudly.

"Of course I'd come by," Liz whispers and furrows her brows. "Will is bringing Pat out of the building."

"I didn't know that you are with him." Leslie cries. "I didn't want to -"

"Doesn't matter, all right?" Liz cuts her friend off and looks at Leslie. "You okay?"

"I didn't the door." Leslie says and takes a deep breath. "I am just scared to the bone. I … I am sorry, but I didn't know who else to write."

The brunette is rubbing the other woman's arms and smiles reassuringly. "Really, it's okay." Both of them jumps as the door opens and they turn their head.

Liz furls her eyebrows as she sees Hanley shaking his hand. "What have you done?"

He frowns and shrugs. "Pat tried to attack me first. I just made sure that he won't come here anymore. You okay Leslie?"

"Yes, thank you." Leslie whispers.

Liz takes a deep breath and frowns again. "Why don't you stay at my place for a couple of days?"

"I can't, Liz." The redhead objects.

"Sure you can." Liz states. "I have enough place and my mothers won't say a word. Go, grab some things and then we head out."

"You sure?"

"Go," the brunette demands and chuckles as Leslie heads for her bedroom. But then she turns serious again and looks long at Hanley.

He is freezing and furls his eyebrows. "What?"

"You called me your girlfriend, Mister." She says dangerously and walks up to him.

"I'm sorry," he replies and his frown deepens. "I think."

She starts to poke his chest and he backs away. "I like it, stop to apologize ."

"So, you're my girlfriend?"

"Only when you are my boyfriend."

"You are a handful sometimes." He laughs and places his hands on her hips as she kisses him.

"I know," she whispers after she pulls away.

He clears his throat as Leslie reappears with a small bag and takes a deep breath. "I, uh, drop the two of you off at Liz' and call a cab."

"You can stay too." Liz says and rolls her eyes as he sees the questioningly looks. "For the night of course."

He frowns again. "Your mothers won't freak out?"

"They already know that we have sex. Don't be ridiculous." Liz replies and Leslie chuckles.

"Let's go, then." He states and shoo the two women out of the apartment.