A/N: Yep I brought you a double header pretty much because most of this was supposed to be in chapter three but I tipped the hat to My Muse and worked out a few kinks. I bought a car charger for my laptop so I can work on this and my Primary while I'm on the road. I hope you guys liked the excerpt. This story was supposed to be about 5 chapters but it's growing slowly, seems My Muse has a few more ideas so I'm rolling with it. Now I think I nailed Frankie but I'll let you decide that. Don't worry, I'm going to bring hard ass Jane into the mix in a bit but we have to make sure her head is screwed on straight first. In the meantime, enjoy Google Jane.

As she sat at her desk she felt ashamed. She didn't want to make this call but she had never been a coward, at least until this year. The argument she and Alex had on the street still rang in her head a week later. She really did have no right to chew the young woman out over things she herself hadn't taken care of. The one thing she hated more than her own cowardice was her own hypocrisy, on full display that night.

Jane took a deep breath for courage and picked up her desk phone to dial a number she knew as well as her own.

It rang sharply in her ear until, "Detective Rizzoli."

She cringed, "Hey Frankie."

There was a pause and some street traffic. Then, "Well, well, if it isn't NYPD Detective Jane Rizzoli." Another pause, "Whata'ya want?" the tone was short.

Not that she didn't deserve it, "Well at least you haven't hung up on me."

"I'm leanin' real heavily toward it, Janie. Make it quick, I gotta train to catch."

"Sorry. I just…" she sighed heavily, "I owe you and the family an apology and an explanation."

"Your brilliant detective strategies lead you to that." Frankie's voice was dripping sarcasm.

"No." she said honestly. She leaned over her desk and ran a hand through her untamed hair, "More like remembering the last few months and not liking what I've been seeing."

She knew he wouldn't miss the hurt in her voice, "I screwed up, Frankie. I screwed up bad."

"You're tellin' me?" he huffed, "Why call now, so little brother can bail you out?"

"No." With her hand still in her hair she planted her elbow on her desk to hold her head up, "I just thought you would get it. Maybe not forgive or excuse, just that you would get it."

There were more sounds of traffic and then a police siren wheeled by, "Alright, Janie. Be straight with me and I'll listen. You're buyin' though so where can I meet you at?"

"I'm in New York City, Frankie. You're not exactly around the block."

A scoff over the phone, "I'm at 500 Pearl Street. We're you at?"

Jane scoffed, "That explains the traffic." Then it hit her. She jumped out of her seat knocking her chair into the front of Ryan's desk.

"Oh, so you know where that is? I thought traffic on Boylson was bad."

"Wait. Why are you at The US Courthouse?" her voice cracking as the pitch rose, "What the hell are you doing in New York?"

"A case we turned over to the DEA a few months back," he said nonchalantly, "it went to court here, I just finished my testimonies."

"Jesus, Frankie." She said sharply, "You're in New York and you weren't even going to look me up?"

"Are you kiddin' me?!" He shouted, "You walked out on us, Jane! Nobody's heard from you in almost a year!"

"Yeah, I guess I deserved that." She whined and plopped back in her chair, "Just take a cab to NYPD 12th precinct. It's on the corner of Second Ave and 21st Street. You're like fifteen minutes away."

"I'll be there, Jane." She could just imagine him pointing his finger at her, "You just meet me at the door. I don't see you I'm on the first Amtrak to Boston."

Frankie stood in a suit and tie outside of the 12th. He had just shut the door on the cab when he heard his name, he turned around to find Jane standing with a woman equally as tall and imposing as she was but instead of his sister's ebony curls, hers flowed to her shoulders in dark chestnut waves.

"Called for backup, in case I wanted a little payback?" he said, his tone was sharp and drove guilt deep into Jane's heart as he rubbed his jaw, "Don't think you need it."

They walked up to him, "I'm so sorry, Frankie." She said softly. "I didn't know you were there. You know I'd never do that on purpose."

"I know you meant to lay out Ian Faulkner but you got me instead." He eyed the other woman, "You look familiar."

"Frankie, you remember Detective Sergeant Kate Beckett." She turned to her, "She's my partner."

As he extended his hand to her, he watched her carefully, "Oh yeah, the New York cop who Janie goes to ball games with."

"It's been a while," Kate said, taking his hand firmly, "Jane's been boasting about her little brother making detective all day. She's insanely proud of you."

Again he rubbed his jaw, "Yeah, and I'm sure I'd say the same but I haven't heard from my sister since she punched me out on her best friend's front lawn."

Jane cringed again, "Frankie…"came the whiny tone again.

He held his hand up, "Save it Jane. I said I'd come and listen but that's all I promised so let's just get to it."

Kate leaned over and hugged her partner and since Jane wasn't a hugger, Frankie's eyes rose when Jane returned the embrace. "I'll see you at home but not before ten o'clock. Castle and I have to catch up on some overtime."

"Ten it is, I don't want to see that man's bare ass again." Jane snarled as Kate walked away.

"It's a cute ass, Jane." She said over her shoulder.

"Yours is better." Jane shouted.

Kate waved without looking back.

Frankie eyes rolled, "Really. I need to hear this?"

"Private joke." She said nonchalantly.

"Then keep it private," he said defensively, "Now about this food."

"The place is called Bella Roma." Jane said with a grin, "Best Italian in little Italy."

Frankie sat back after finishing what was probably the best gnocchi he ever had as Jane told him about how she had driven away from Boston. How she got her car towed while parked in front of the 12th while she was inside looking for Kate. Her subsequent walk to Rick's Central Park penthouse during which she nearly froze to death and waking up with Kate taking care of her. She told him everything except the one thing he wanted to know.

"Hold up." He said, "I get that you ran away 'cause you were ashamed of the way you were acting. I get what you're sayin' about going to stay with Kate and I can even understand you in the NYPD. But c'mon Jane, why did it all happen? I'm followin' you from Maura's flight until now, but you gotta tell me what started this whole god damned thing, Jane."

"That's the hard part Frankie." Jane stared into her barely touched beer, the only one she had in the hour they had been sitting in the restaurant, "Thing is, it all started with me."

He set his napkin down, "In all of my life, I've seen you do some crazy things, Janie. Never once have I seen you irrational, unhinged. So I need to know."

She pushed her beer away as if it repulsed her, "It started with me, I changed when I realized something about myself that I didn't know how to handle."

Frankie sat and waited, Jane would say it but she would do it when she was ready.

Jane fortified herself before meeting his eyes, "I'm a lesbian, Frankie. I've been one all along and never knew it until I fell head over heels in love with a woman."

"Maura." It was a statement and not a question.

She nodded, "I still love her Frankie, like I never loved anyone else. In a way so deeply, that it scares me even now and in the last nine months it's only grown with her absence. It scares me Frankie."

Frankie took a sip of his wine as he gaged his sister, "Love don't make you act like a nut, Janie. A loon? Yeah. Goofy as hell? I can go with that too but you were off the map."

"What if the one thing you needed to survive was at risk of being taken from you." She said, again staring at the beer, "I was going to have a drink to get up the courage to tell her but I over did it. It was the scariest thing I ever faced so I just kept drinking. The night of the fight, I was going to tell her about me, about how I felt about her, then Ian was there behind her and I lost it."

She sighed and blinked back the tears fighting for release, "I lost control, Frankie. I lost it all and I lost everything I loved that night."

Frankie reached across the table and took her hand, "No. Janie, you screwed up. Despite all that's happened, we all miss you. I've been here three times over the last four months, each time Ma drives me nuts over trying to find you. She's worried, Janie. So was I and so is Tommy."

He hesitated, "So was Maura." There was something in his voice.

Jane looked at him, her concern plainly evident, "Tell me, Frankie."

Frankie let go of her hand and took a big slug of wine, "Just so you know. I'm not cool with anything that went down, not by a long shot. I'm still pissed at you but like you said, I get it."

He leaned back and sighed, "Maura was supposed to be gone for three months. She was back in under two. She didn't even go home first, came right to the station looking for you. Korsak, Frost and I were out on a scene at the time. We came back a couple of hours later and found her sittin' at your desk. She asked were you were and Korsak told her about you requesting a leave of absence.

"She told us how she couldn't get you on your phone and I told her about how you haven't been to your apartment since the day she left." He took a big breath, "Janie, it was like watching a rose wilt right in front of you. She nodded and walked out. I followed her to the morgue but she wouldn't talk to me at all. When we got to her office she took one look around and saw Pike trying to pull a bullet out of the body we got with those plier things."

"Forceps." She said, funny how she knew that.

"She snatched them out of his hands and fired him on the spot. He went off on her and I got some uniforms to drag him out of the building. She did the autopsy and then started going over the case files Pike had done. We had a 41 percent dismissal for lack of evidence. Maura started to redo all the cases and also started searchin' for Pike's replacement. She pulled Jordan Cavanaugh out of the Suffolk County Coroner's Office."

"Lieutenant Cavanaugh's niece? "she asked, surprised because the slender ME was always sticking her nose into the cases too far. Jordan would have made a great detective.

"Yeah and Maura had her shadowin' her for like two months. I don't know how they did it but they got three quarters of those cases put back in the system and we got convictions on all of them."

Jane blinked, "Damn, go Maura and Jordan."

He eyed her, "She never really came back though. I know you hate this title but she really was the Queen of the Dead and Jordan was her Squire. Meanwhile Jordan's boyfriend was moved into our squad, Detective Woody Hoyt."

Jane cringed at the name. The young detective from Milwaukee wasn't related to the Surgeon in any way but she never could get passed the name, even though Woody's hick-town ways were hilarious.

Frankie continued, "Maura was gettin' by until Lieutenant Cavanaugh told us that you requested a transfer to NYPD. He wouldn't say what precinct or division despite Maura damn near begged him to tell her. But he wouldn't budge."

"I asked him not to." Jane held her head in shame, "I didn't want any of you to know. I couldn't face you guys then."

"Yeah well, she didn't take that too well." He said, "She walked out that day. She was gone a week before Jordan started draggin' her to work. A few weeks after that she turned in her resignation. Jordan hid it and got her put on a leave of absence and she's is convinced she'll snap out of it soon but I'm still thinkin' she won't. I don't know much about her time at home, just what Ma would share 'cause she's the only one who sees Maura anymore. Guess Maura's been hidin' like you."

Guilt continued to gnaw at Jane's heart, "Shit." She finally said, "When I screw things up, nice to know I go big."

"Well that's good 'cause you certainly don't go home." He said, but his words had begun to take on the slightest hint of jest.

Jane caught it and knew that given time, she and her brother would be fine again.

"So anything else you want to know about?" she asked.

Frankie thought about it, "No, I'm good."

"Does it bother you? That I'm gay?" she said, biting her lower lip.

He smiled, "Not really."

She raised her eyebrows, "Really?"

"Look, you've tried to be like one of the guys so long it doesn't surprise me that eventually you'd start chasin' skirts. The only thing that bothers me is that I now got some pretty stiff competition now."

Her mouth fell open. "Frankie!"

"Awe c'mon, Janie." he said with a smirk, "I've had it pretty easy for a long time. You've seen the bimbo's Tommy goes after and most of the girls I date wouldn't be caught dead with him. Now I gotta worry that I'm gonna bring a nice girl home and my gorgeously awesome sister might make a move on her and the girl will like you more than me."

Jane laughed, "Frankie, you don't have to worry about that. I promise, your girlfriends are off limits."

Frankie laughed too then his phone rang. He dug into his pocket and checked the caller ID.

"It's Ma." He went to answer it and she caught him.

"Please, Frankie." She said, "I'm not with you."

He nodded and answered, "Hey Ma… No I haven't left yet." He eyed her warily, "Yeah, actually I had dinner with her today."

Jane cringed and listened to the half of the call she could here.

"No, Ma… I know… She does too… Yeah, she's doin' a lot better… No, it was a good move for her… No, ma… Yeah, Ma, I get it… Really?... Okay, so what's up?..." his posture changed, "What… When did this happen?... I don't know… No, she didn't say anything…" Another glance at Jane, "Well, I'll be seein' her before I leave… I'll ask her, Ma… I'll tell her that too… Yeah, of course… Love you too and I'll tell her to call… Bye, Ma."

Frankie hung up and set the phone down before looking at Jane, "Maura left Boston. Moving vans came and took all her stuff today and a realtor came to hang a sign on the lawn."

It was dark out when Maura had taken her wine out onto the balcony of her new condo, a condo she had just finished unpacking in. Her view was of a green park with trees, a well-manicured lawn and even a large pond not too unlike the Boston Commons.

Except this isn't Boston, she thought.

Her eyes turned to the large brown and grey building that lay on the other side, the place she would be working in from now on. Her thoughts were troubled tonight as she looked around her new surroundings; I just hope this is enough.

After finishing the book Rick Castle had given her, Maura had decided that it was time to leave Boston behind. If she was ever going to make peace with her past and more importantly her actions pertaining to Jane Rizzoli she was going to have to do as Jane had, get a fresh start in a new city.

So Maura had resigned her position in Boston and began searching for a teacher's position in prominent med schools. Despite her abrupt departure from Boston she had landed one in a city of her choosing and for the first time since she came to Boston she was looking forward to starting over.

Maura carried her wine back in side and exchanged it for the book on the end table. She slid into her couch and carefully opened it, rereading about Jane in the NYPD.

It had happened; Kate had gone to bat for Jane with Captain Gates and won Jane the chance to work in the 12th precinct homicide when Dave Logan had retired. Jane had already gotten the transfer orders from her Lieutenant in Boston and she had gone through the Academy refresher and NYPD orientation. Today marked the first day on the job.

It was a bittersweet victory. Captain Gates had told Kate that Jane's actions would reflect directly on her. Kate had insisted that if she bore the responsibility for Jane than she wanted the new detective to be her partner.

Of course Gates had brought me into it, saying how she already had a civilian following her around. But Kate was prepared for that, she was always prepared. It took a little longer but Kate got her way and Jane was moved into the desk next to hers. Unfortunately, I get to sit in the back of the car now. Huh, kind of looks familiar but odd considering my hands aren't cuffed. At least until Jane's sense of humor made its appearance.

I make one little comment about how NYPD badge looks good on her Boston belt and she had me stuffed in the back, hands cuffed, and laying on my side. My beautiful girlfriend laughing hysterically as Jane headed in to the scene.

"At least the dog gets an open window." I shouted.

Kate laughs again and opened the door to let me out.

"Still got a key in your wallet." She said.

"Um yeah."

"Good." She laughs and walks away. "Remember, this is Jane's first case so mouth closed."

After some serious finagling, I get myself out of the car and get the cuffs of with the afore mentioned key.

I walked into the scene to observe. Kate, Jane, and Dr. Lanie Parrish, M.E. were leaning over the middle aged victim. Detectives Ryan and Esposito were scouring the floors looking for evidence while techs were scurrying about.

I have seen Kate and Lanie investigate this kind of scene many times so instead I focused on Jane. For the first time ever I watched the delicate woman slip away to become the homicide detective, was that a cape I just seen come out of her collar?

"Time of death is about 2:30AM." Lanie said, "Looks like he was stabbed in the heard from the back. Reaches in about twelve inches."

"So something like a hunting knife." Kate asked.

Jane reached down her blue gloved hand spreading the wound gently, "No sign of serrations but that's too deep to be a switchblade."

Lanie eyed her with interest, "Very good, Detective Rizzoli." A speculative look filled her eyes, "What else do you see."

Jane eyed the wound closely, "Between the lack of serration and clean cuts on both sides of the wound, it would appear that the murder weapon had a double edged blade."

Lanie's dark eyes lit, "Such as?"

Jane met her eyes, "Possibly a large stiletto style blade, like a switchblade but larger." She hesitated before, "The blade would be similar to a kopis although that isn't a likely murder weapon ."

Kate frowned, "What is that and why is that not an option?"

"Because," Lanie smiled, "A kopis was a large stabbing knife that was used by ancient Greek soldiers around two thousand years ago. I suspect detective Rizzoli was giving us an idea of our weapons size and appearance."

I covered my mouth trying to conceal my grin as I asked her, "So we should put a BOLO out for Spartacus?"

"My last ME was a Talking Google." She said sheepishly, "I guess some of it rubbed off."

I put on my best Rizzoli pout and stomped my foot, "Awe c'mon, the Immortal Greek warrior angle makes for a better story." Yeah, it was childish but I thought it was funny.

Lanie didn't agree, "Zip it, Castle."

Kate smiled and patted her partner on the shoulder. "Nice work, Jane."

Ryan passed a tablet to Kate, "Hell of a knife."

Kate looked at the image of a Greek kopis on the tablet. "Looks like a double edged buck knife. Start chasing down some sellers for things like this… kopis."

Jane sighed, "Seriously, it's more likely this guy was stabbed by a German bayonet from world war two than that thing."

We all looked at her, she squirmed a little.

"Look, it's really simple; the knife used on this guy was most likely made for killing. The lack of serrations in the wound rules out a multi-functional tool like our military uses, it shouldn't be a hunting knife because they have a sharp point and a single sharp edge with a blunt elbow like protrusion a third of the way down the dull side. It wasn't a sword of some type because of the slight bruising around the wound that happened before the guy's skin died from oxygen depletion caused by the sudden lack of blood flow indicates that the blade was bottomed out so that rules out swords and spears. Kitchen knives aren't usually double edged to protect the person using them, chopping knives like a machete are relatively dull and usually too flimsy to stick into a person." She cringed again at her own version of Talking Google.

Kate smiled warmly and put a reassuring hand on Jane's back.

So did Lanie, "I am impressed detective. Not only does your analysis go through the bulk of weapons that could be used here but your knowledge is also quite formidable. Yes I have to agree that we are most likely looking for a blade designed for the purpose of killing."

Jane eyed the dark skinned ME and then smiled at Kate, "Then I passed."

"With flying colors." Lanie laughed, "I'll get to the autopsy today to confirm the detective's conclusions."

Kate smile showed off her perfect white teeth, "So what do you make of the scene, partner?"

Jane smiled at the word. She was back on the force.