A/N: Two short or one long. I went with long and her we go. Closing in on the end of this little adventure. The language is harsh so be warned. MJ-Z-M keep em coming cause you know I love you guys. I wanted to post tonight but My Muse was so excited I sent it out early.
M- This whole arc was started by that one single idea you gave me about Maura and Alexis. Hope you enjoyed the ride. Just a gem from wish fulfilment culminated here.
Angela followed Sean down the hallways at Mass General. Her heart pounding remembering the last time Jane was here and how she had very nearly lost her daughter. She knew that she'd find Jane and Maura together, just like last time, except this time it was Maura who was at Death's doorstep. She stifled her grief and tears as she walked.
Beneath it all she was angry. Angry that someone had tried to take her girls from her, angry that after everything that happened, Jane and Maura had found happiness together and it had been ripped away from them. She was angry at Jane too, for not protecting Maura even though she knew that Jane would give her life for her. It wasn't right and she knew it, but it was there.
But all that anger disappeared as Sean opened a door and revealed what was inside. Maura was lying on one side of a hospital bed with the blue ventilator tube protruding from her mouth. Her hair was disheveled and she was so pale. A large IV bottle hung from a pole attached to the bed as well as several wires and probes coming out of various places around her blue hospital gown. She looked still as a corpse and Angela brought a shaky hand to her mouth.
Jane lay on the very edge of the bed next to her garbed in the black medical examiner's scrubs. Her hand clamped onto Maura's and as they both slept, Angela could see dried trails of tears streaked down her daughters face. Every once in a while a new fresh one would roll down her cheek, even while she slept. Angela couldn't breathe as she stepped back out of the room to compose herself.
He joined her out in the hall. "Angie?"
"What happened?" she gasped.
"I really can't talk about it." He said as he put a hand on her shoulder.
She knocked it away, "Forget about all of that investigation crap and tell me what happened to my family!"
He sighed heavily. He shouldn't do this but he hated to see her hurting like this. "Someone tried to kill them, Angie."
She put her hand back to her mouth, "Oh my god." She whispered.
"Agent Dean was killed and as far as we can tell Maura took two shots in the back protecting Alexis."
"Who would do such a thing?" She turned to look at the door and then back to Sean. "Who would want to kill a sweet girl like Alexis?"
"I don't know, babe." He said as he pulled her into his arms. "I'll find out, Angie. I'll find out."
She stayed there for a few minutes before she nodded subtly and adjusted the shoulder strap of the gym bag she was carrying. He let her go slowly and kissed her on her forehead before he let go completely. Angela took a breath to steady herself and stepped inside again.
Nothing had changed, Maura was still in a coma and Jane was still next to her asleep. She quietly walked over to the bed and gently kissed Maura's brow. She patted her cheek gently before she reached for Jane. She lifted a stray lock of hair and gently hooked it behind her hear before she ran a hand through her daughters curly black hair.
"Janie?" she whispered.
Jane stirred slightly and opened her eyes to see her mother looking down at her. She had a hint of a smile until she saw Maura again. Her face turned sad and fresh tears began again.
"I should have been there." She said, "I should have been with her."
"Janie" her mother cooed. "You can't be with her all the time, you know that."
Angela stroked her daughter gently and it was a soothing gesture that Jane didn't push away. That alone spoke volumes about what her daughter was feeling. Not that she needed volumes. Whenever Maura had been in danger, Jane's feeling and emotions were always plainly visible.
Jane buried her face in her girlfriend's honey blond locks. "I love you, Maura."
"Janie?" Angela said softly.
She lifted her head to look at her mother.
"You need to go home and clean up."
"I can't leave her, Ma." Jane said defiantly, "She never left me here alone."
"Never alone but she did go home to clean up." Angela said and ran her hand through her daughter's hair, "She went home once a day because she didn't want you to know how worried she was about you and she made sure someone was always here for you." but she didn't mention that it took her four days to convince Maura. "I'll stay."
Jane gently eased her legs off of Maura's bed and slowly stood up. "What time is it?"
Angela looked at her watch, "9:am on Christmas Eve."
"Oh shit!" Jane dumped her head in her hands. "I got to go get Liv from the Airport."
She looked back at her girlfriend, "I can't leave her that long. Where's Kate?"
"She's with Sean and Rick," Angela frowned, "He needs to know why this happened."
Jane turned away from her mother and bit her lower lip before she turned back to her mother.
"Someone needs to pick up Liv and I don't want Maura here alone."
"I'll stay with her Aunt Jane." Alexis said from the door.
Jane looked at her. "You hate her!"
Alexis flinched at the words, "No. I was angry." She walked up to Maura's bed and took the blonds hand, "I was jealous of her, of how much time you spend together."
She turned hurt eyes to her Aunt, "You used to check on me every night before bed. Spend hours watching me do homework. Always made me feel how much you loved me." Tears slid down her cheek as she looked at Maura, "and she came back and you weren't there anymore. I was jealous."
Jane stared at her in disbelief.
"I love you Aunt Jane and I was jealous." The sadness in her voice pierced Jane's heart. "And then she did something I can't understand."
Alexis leaned into Maura, "Why did you do it Maura? I've been nothing but an ass to you. Why did you protect me? Why did you take those bullets for me? I'm not worth it."
The words shook her to her core and Jane stomped around the bed and pulled Alexis into her arms. "Oh, baby girl." She felt Alexis shake with her quiet sobs, "She did that to save your life because you are worth it."
"NO I'M NOT!" her voice muffled against Jane's shirt, "You love her so much and I was screwing with that out of petty fucking jealousy."
"Baby, don't use that language," Angela's arched a brow at her daughter's words, "Your so much better than that. You don't even know how precious you are to Kate and your dad and to me. How precious you are to Maura."
"She hate's me, she has to after all that ive done."
"Baby girl, she loves you." Jane said as she stoked the red locks, "She told me that she could never hate you and that all she wants is to be your friend. If this is anyone's fault, it's mine."
Alexis pushed away from her, "How could it be your fault?"
Jane wiped Alexis' face gently with her thumb, "Your right. I wasn't there. I was so hung up on Maura that I forgot all about your needs and I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault." Alexis shouted, "It's mine. I should have told you all those times you asked me."
A head shake, "No I should have known. You were there when I needed you and when you needed me, I let you down."
Angela finally stepped in and wrapped her arms around both of them, "You both made mistakes. It happens. But we're family and we learn from our mistakes and move on." Angela looked at Jane and Alexis in turn, "Just forgive each other and remember to show how much you love each other. That's what family does."
Jane hugged her mother as did Alexis. She looked down at the girl, "See, that's why she's Nonna."
Logan International Airport was a mess of people. Such things were expected around holidays especially Christmas eve. Kennedy certainly had been worse when she had gotten on the commuter to Boston, and now that she had her luggage and was standing on the arrivals curb looking for one of her dearest friends, she couldn't help but notice the throngs of people piling into cabs and busses and a few limos.
She set her carryon bag on the half frozen cement and pulled out her phone. Turning it on, she had no missed calls so she dialed Jane and got her voicemail.
"Jane? It's Liv, I'm in Boston at the Airport. Call me back so I know where to meet you." She hung up and looked around some more.
She wished that she had gotten Maura's Beacon Hill address.
As she stood waiting for either a friend or a phone call she began to get worried. A blue Prius pulled up to the curb and rolled down the window.
The older woman leaned over, "Are you Janie's friend from New York?"
Liv blinked, "Janie?"
"Jane Rizzoli, my daughter." She said with a smile, "She sent me to get her friend Liv."
She nodded, "I'm Olivia Benson." She picked up her bag and set it in the back seat.
"Angela Rizzoli." She said as Liv climbed in.
"I'll take you over to Maura's first then over to Janie and Katie." She said as she pulled out into traffic and headed back to Boston.
"How did you know who I am?" she asked curiously.
"Janie's description of you was pretty specific and it made you easy to find."
"I'm almost afraid to ask?"
Angela smiled, "Tall like her with broader shoulders, gorgeous with reddish brown hair. 'Liv will probably standing alone with a New York F-Off attitude'. She also said that you have a certain look that is unmistakable."
Liv looked down at her clothing, "I have an unmistakable look?"
"Sweetie," Angela said as she drove over the bridge, "You look tough. Like Katie and Janie look tough. You girls just scream cops."
Liv laughed heartedly, "Okay, so where are Katie and Janie, now?"
Angela's grin fell into a sad frown, "There at the hospital. Maura and Rick were attacked."
Brown eyes widened, "What happened?"
Angela wiped her face and started to tell her everything she knew.
Jane came back freshly showered and finally in some clean clothes although her nerves were shot for the hour it took her to get back to the hospital. She had driven her mother crazy with her constant whining and complaining about how she should be with Maura. That she never should have left the hospital. Angela had shown patience with her daughter that Jane had never seen before and reassured her that even when she was in the hospital, Maura had left from time to time to freshen up. Wanting to look good for when Jane woke up, so she wouldn't know how worried Maura had been.
Angela had left Jane at the hospital entrance and said she would park the car and be up shortly. So Jane found herself riding the elevator alone. The doors opened before her floor and Paddy Doyle stood there staring at her, his eyes angry. Jane's eyes locked on him and she felt it stir slightly.
"What are you doing here?" She said coldly.
Paddy stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for Maura's floor. He stood next to her but didn't take his eyes of her, "My daughter was shot. I know that the young lady killed the man who shot her but he was a hired gun. I want the name of the one who hired him." He said simply.
"Get in line, Doyle." She said, "He's mine and my partner gets seconds."
There was something in the way she said that and the look in her eyes that told him Jane was deadly serious, "Stepping outside of the law endangers you and Maura. Let me handle it, keep your hands clean."
She turned on him, "She's my girlfriend and I'm the one who will bring the fucker down."
Paddy glared at her and relaxed a bit, "So it finally happened."
"What?" she said through clenched teeth,
"You and Maura." He said, "It was only a matter of time I guess."
Jane shoved him, "You don't get to speak about us!"
He glared at her, "Anyone else would be dead right now."
"Try it, Doyle." She said, "Give me a decent reason." When he didn't say anything she added "Please?"
The doors parted and Paddy got out and immediately walked across the hall into an unoccupied room. Jane glared as he held the door for her. She silently walked into the room and he shut the door.
Paddy looked down at the fiery Italian who had somehow made his daughter happy and whole. He hated that it was a woman his daughter had fallen for but whatever made her happy was enough for him.
"You told me that you would protect her." He glared and stepped into her space, "I know what happened last night. It should have been you driving her to the police station."
Jane glared up at him and her darker side surged within her, but not out of a desire to be used. She felt its cold embrace and it was calming, soothing. Jane nearly shivered at its touch. But she held her ground.
"I know that Doyle." She said with no emotion what so ever, "And don't think that it doesn't haunt me for even one second because I would give anything to be the one in that bed instead of her."
He nodded, "That is the reason you're still breathing, Jane. I know what that feeling is like and I know it's tearing you up inside. I seen it last night when I came to check on Maura and found you next to her."
Jane's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"You need not worry, Jane. I won't tell." He said, "I couldn't let anyone know either."
"How thoughtful." She growled, "Where should I send the wedding invitation to?"
"Funny." He chuckled, "I'll settle for a gift in the form of a name."
"It's mine and so is he." She said sharply and turned toward the door.
"I know how these things work." He said as he put a hand on her shoulder. She turned to look at it. "They won't stop until you and she are dead. I can get to him and I have no rulebook to follow."
Jane knocked his hand off her and stepped within a foot of Paddy and looked straight up at him. He was impressed that she could be intimidating despite their height difference. She was easily a head shorter than him.
"Well, Daddy Dearest." She said sarcastically, "When I figure out the whole thing, I'll keep your suggestion in mind. But until then, I'll keep the name of my suspects to myself."
She turned and walked away.
Paddy called out to her, "Whatever you need all you have to do is ask."
Jane's smart ass remark, "A man on the door would be nice."
Paddy nodded and headed away from her, "Tell Castle I'm a big fan of his unpublished work. It's very insightful."
Jane froze, No freaking way! She spun around but Doyle was gone.
She came back to the room to find Kate sitting with Maura. She was talking to her as if Maura was wide awake and listening.
"I got a really good deal on it and I think she'll love it but you can't tell her. I know you can't lie so just tell her that I said it's a surprise and you promised you wouldn't tell her, okay?"
Jane smiled. Kate was already conspiring with her girlfriend. She knocked as she walked in.
Kate's head snapped to her, "If you've been there long enough to hear what I said, I'm talking it back."
"I missed it but not by much." She said, "If you got me a wedding dress or crib or something else domestic, send it back now because that one is hard to please." She dipped her head to Maura.
She laughed "Nothing domestic and it's a surprise." She turned to the blond, "Right?"
Jane smiled, "Where's Alexis?"
"She's with Cavanaugh giving a statement to Korsak." Kate lost some of her ease, "Crowe was the initial investigator but Cavanaugh wouldn't let him near her."
Jane shuttered at Crowe trying to interrogate Alexis. "She's going to need help dealing with killing that guy."
"I know." She said, "She was in total shock, Jane. She kept calling me Momma."
Jane stood in silence and Kate matched it.
Alexis was nineteen and should never have had to pull the trigger on someone. Jane was grateful the she had but she shouldn't have to know what it's like to kill. The thought brought her back to the situation. Her anger rose sharply.
"This has to stop." Jane said through clenched teeth.
Kate's expression matched hers, "Yes it does."
"He comes after us, tries to kill us, hurts out family, and nothing happens to him."
"That needs to change, right now." Kate said sharply, "Whatever it takes."
Jane looked to her partner, "Can you give up getting Justice for your mother, because I'm not sure I could." She looked to her lover, "and this isn't something I can let go."
Kate fingered the ring on her left hand, "I can't let it go either but we don't have to."
Jane nodded, "He needs to know we can get to him too. I just had an interesting conversation with Maura's biological father."
"How interesting?" Kate asked upon seeing the evil look in Jane's eyes. "Am I going to like it?"
Jane's grin got cocky, "I think so. Wait till Liv gets here and were going to take a road trip."
Oh if she's grinning like that. It's got to be diabolical. Kate could almost taste the revenge already.
About 7:30 that night, Leon Crosby paced seductively along First Avenue near the Mid-Town Tunnel. He knew that it was risky being out here tonight but he felt confident that the new satin red dress he was wearing with the six inch stilettos and black wig would attract a few big money tricks in this part of Manhattan.
He had just about gotten to the tunnel when he heard a cop car whelp at him. He turned to see a black Impala with hidden lights flashing at him come to a stop across the street and the one person he didn't want to see got out the passenger sid.
"Leon." Jane Rizzoli shouted at Beckett rolled down the driver's side window. "I thought I told you to get the hell out of Manhattan."
He scoffed, cocked a hip and held his lit cigarette in a feminine fashion. "You said to get out of 12th Precinct and, baby, this isn't the 12th." His voice was said with a slight lisp meets Bronx nasal.
Beckett laughed, "Told you he'd never leave the borough."
"Look, I thought we had an arrangement." He said taking a drag off his cigarette, "I give you info and you leave me alone outside of 12."
Jane smirked, "Yep, but now I got a job for you."
"Look babe, I'm trying to make a living here." He said, "And I don't blow cops or in your case lick."
Jane rested her arms on the roof with a grin plastered to her face, "There's sucking involved but no dicks, no clits. Now pitch the smoke and get your gay ass in the car or I'll drop your location to Blakely. You know how much he likes cross dressing working girls."
Leon groaned and dropped the cigarette on the sidewalk and stepped on it, "Rizzoli, you're going to make me broke."
"Just get in the car. I got a hundred fifty for the job." She smacked the roof and climbed back in the car.
Beckett started cracking up at Leon's ass shaking strut. "Dude in a dress walks better than I do."
He opened the back door and sat down in the leather seats and shut the door.
"Look at this, you bitches moved up in the department." He rubbed a hand over the leather, "Nice."
Jane turned around, "Don't get anything on my seats or I'll make you lick whatever it is off."
He laughed, "NYPD issue or did you buy this thing?"
Kate looked in the rear view mirror as she drove, "Jane's doctor girlfriend bought it for her so you better not fuck it up."
He nodded, "So what's the job?"
Jane smiled, "Just a little vampire action."
"That better not be some sick cop thing about that time of the month or I'm outta here."
"Really?" Jane scoffed, "Leon when have I ever asked you to do something that sick?"
"Last week." He dead panned. "If I wasn't so high right now, I'd remember what it was."
Jane scoffed, "Right."
Kate turned into the Manhattan Bridge and crossed into Brooklyn where she promptly turned around, got onto I-287 and headed south.
"Jesus Christ," Leon said, "Where the hell are you taking me?"
Jane and Kate exchanged a look he didn't like before Jane turned to him, "Leon, my friend. You get to work on Staten Island tonight."
"A high class place for a high class client and getting paid top dollar." Kate added.
"A hundred and fifty bucks ain't exactly top dollar, Beckett." He griped.
Half an hour later they parked on the side street of a very nice neighborhood. Kate and Jane were focused two houses down and across the street. They settled in and Jane handed back a doughnut to Leon.
"If I gotta sit here and wait all night I need more to cover my expenses." He griped.
"I'll throw in another hundred, Leon." Kate said. "But I need you to just chill for a bit and stay out of sight."
Jane nodded to Kate and they both got out of the car and walked towards the house. A quick glance in the windows showed everything they needed. Kate nodded and Jane headed off to the garage. As she passed the motion sensor, the driveway lit up. She smiled as she edged around the black Lincoln and crouched behind it.
Kate came up next to the house and made the call. It rang twice and was answered.
"Hello?" the younger man said.
"This is Kate Beckett and I need to talk to that fucktard Senator you call a boss."
"Well you'll get over your disappointment, its Christmas Eve and the Senator isn't available."
Kate snarled into the phone. "Yeah, it's Christmas Eve and I'm sitting in a hospital because of him. You call him at home, Jimbo, and have him call me back in ten minutes or I'll take the Joanna Beckett file over to CNN."
She disconnected and Jane gave her a "thumbs up".
Kate pulled her weapon and so did Jane. They waited as fresh snow fell from the heavens. It only took a minute before the Lincoln was remote started. Jane grinned as Kate eased away from the driveway.
William Bracken came out of his home a few minutes later and as he got to the car, Jane popped up, leveling her pistol at him. He froze as she felt another gun being shoved into his back.
"Waiting for the last minute, Bill?" Kate said coldly. "Get in the car."
He looked murderously at Rizzoli. "And if I don't want to?"
"Then I'll come over there and knock you out and drag you into the car."
He glared at her before he opened the door. Jane opened the rear Passenger door and slid in, her gun never wavering as he slid behind the wheel.
"Ever since you sent Murphy after me, I kept this thing loaded with Hydra Shok hollow points." She glared at him. "I'm still interested in finding out if the mess is as big as I've heard so I wouldn't try anything."
Kate leaned in and nudged his head, "Don't worry, Senator. We don't have any plans on killing you."
"Tonight." Jane amended. "But if you're a good boy then you'll be home in about an hour."
"See we just want to strike a new deal." It was an insidious grin that Kate was wearing.
"But we need a quiet place to talk and we wanted a face to face." Jane chuckled.
William Bracken had never been so nervous in his life as the largest threat to his career had now come to his home. These two women had every reason to kill him and he had walked right into them. He nodded to Beckett and she shut the door.
"One twitch and I'll pay you back for Joanna Beckett and Maura Isles." Jane whispered in his ear.
He nodded slowly as he put the car in reverse. "Where are we going?"
"Staten Island Mall sounds good." Jane said. "Nobody there on Christmas Eve."
"Then what?" he asked.
"We talk, we agree, and we walk away." Jane said smugly.
He turned toward the mall and noticed the black Impala following them. When they reached the mall, Jane directed him to park under a light. As he put the car in park he felt the barrel pressed into his head again.
The impala pulled up on the passenger side and Kate got out, drew her gun and promptly sat herself in the passenger seat of Brackens Lincoln.
She placed the barrel right to his temple. "See, here's the thing. Jane and I don't like being hunted."
"We like to be the hunters." Jane said calmly.
Kate pressed the barrel harder, "Rick Castle is in the hospital with broken legs, broken ribs from your little car accident."
"And Maura Isles is in a medical induced coma from two gunshot wounds to the back." Jane pushed harder.
"Let's not forget about the deaths of Detective Frost or FBI Agent Dean." Kate said through clenched teeth.
"Or that your man was killed by Alexis Castle emptying Dean's 40 Cal into him." Jane yanked his hair slightly. "Probably traumatizing her for life."
"You've had a very productive experience this time." Kate said coldly, "Two accidents and a shooting."
"What the hell are you talking about?" He said sharply. "I don't know anything about these people."
Jane slid her gun away from his head and visibly racked it in front of him before she pointed it menacingly at his genitals. "Funny thing is that ever since I came out of the closet, I have absolutely no use for a penis at all."
Kate nodded as she eased closer to Bracken, "If I have to hear one more story about you don't know, I'll let her shoot it off."
"Senator William Bracken brought in to St John's on Staten island for being shot in the dick. That's an NBC wet dream right there." Jane said with no emotion what so ever.
Bracken was beginning to sweat as he glanced in the mirror and saw the deadly look from Rizzoli. Her eyes were dark as night and her face could have been carved from marble.
He looked to Beckett and saw nothing but anger. He knew this could end badly for him. He nodded slowly.
"Frost and Castle were not part of the deal." He said and his voice was shaking as were his hands on the wheel. "I don't know anything about it."
Jane's phone rang. She pulled her gun back and pressed it into his neck as she used her free hand to answer the phone. Kate covered Bracken's mouth.
"Rizzoli."
"Jane, its Korsak."
"Hey, what do you got?" She said calmly.
"We found the guy from Frost's accident scene. Got a positive ID from the intersection camera and we picked him up." Korsak hesitated. "He was drunk, Jane. We arrested him and he confessed before we even had a chance to book him that he'd been drinking at the Beantown Pub since 2:30 pm. We checked his story out and tracked him through traffic cams right up to the collision."
"Frost was killed in a DUI?" She said softly.
"I'm sorry Jane." He said.
Jane hung up and took a deep breath before looking to her partner, "Frost and Castle were hit by a Drunk Driver. BPD already got him."
Kate leaned back and closed her eyes for a second.
"Then I guess we'll be parting company." Bracken said.
Jane shoved her pistol into his brain stem, "Maura wasn't hit by a DUI and she almost died trying to save Alexis from bullets you asshole and that is all on you."
Kate put her gun back to his temple, "You're off the hook for Castle and Frost only. You still have to answer for Isles and Alexis."
"Gabriel Dean and Joanna Beckett." Jane said. "We haven't forgotten about that either."
"What are you going to do?" He asked trying to stay calm as sweat rolled down his head.
"You are going to stop hunting us and our family, or else." Kate said coldly.
"Or else what?" He said smartly, "This whole stunt here tells me that you don't have enough evidence to press charges."
Jane leaned in to his ear, "Not for a court of law, no." she said, "But here is where you just fucked up royally."
Kate leaned in too, "Maura Isles is Patty Doyle's only living child. You shot the daughter of an Irish mob boss."
"A mob boss who went to jail for killing a man who tried to kill his daughter. He later walked on the charge due to a lack of testimony." Jane said.
"He killed off enough witnesses to walk." Kate added.
"And I can assure you that my future father-in-law is very upset over this. He wants the name of the man who hired the gun man."
Kate tipped her head down at Bracken and he shifted nervously, "Paddy has already told Alexis that she can have anything she wants for putting down the man who shot his baby girl." Her poker face was flawless.
"He told me that he'd give me anyone or anything I wanted for that name." Jane said with a tight smile. "Imagine what fun he'd have with you."
Kate grinned, "Come near us or our family again and I can quite easily see an ice pick in your future."
Bracken looked over at Kate. "You drop the Beckett case." He looked into the rearview mirror, "You go back to Boston and stay there."
A glance between them,
"No deal." Jane said.
"Not going to happen," Kate affirmed.
"If were brokering a deal then you need to give up something too."
Jane got that look in her eye again. Kate saw an idea forming.
"Okay, then here is what we're willing to give up." Jane shot Kate a glance, Trust me.
Kate nodded, with my life.
"I'm listening," he said calmly.
"Neither Kate or I, nor anyone that we work with or are related to will pursue the murder of Joanna Beckett any more. But we can't take any responsibility for anyone else." Jane said.
Kate didn't like it but she did trust Jane. "If it draws another investigator than it's not our fault."
"But Kate and I are never going to stop being partners." Jane said. "You don't get to make that call."
"Ever." Kate said.
"Fine but that also includes your group of friends from LETO." He said and he was carefully watching their reactions.
Kate blinked but Jane didn't react at all.
"Done." Jane said.
Kate took a deep breath and nodded, "Deal."
Bracken nodded, "Agreed. We have an accord. Now get the hell out of my car."
"Oh no." Kate shook her head vigorously, "We're not done here."
"You see," Jane said as she slid her weapon back into its holster, "You have one other charge you have to answer for."
"What charge is that?" He said in confusion.
"Well since you didn't have anything to do with Castle's accident, I guess this is all you, Jane."
Jane leaned in close, "I was going to propose to Maura on Christmas day. It would have made my mother so happy."
She pulled a Taser out of her pocket and pressed it to Bracken's neck, "You fucked up my Christmas so it's only fair that I fuck up yours."
His eyes widened at the evil look in her eyes.
"You just flipped the Bitch Switch, so hold on tight and enjoy the ride, Asshole." She hit the button and he slumped over.
Bracken came awake in the back seat of his Lincoln Town Car feeling nearly frozen. He eased himself up and looked around. Nearly an inch of snow had fallen on his car and it had been shut off but the key was still in the ignition. He checked to see if his wallet and phone were still on him, they were.
Rizzoli had stun gunned him. He remembered the strange sizzling sensation. He got out of the back seat and looked himself over.
She must have been fucking with me. He growled low and was determined to fuck that cunt up until he remembered what they said about Paddy Doyle. He was going to have to look further into that. He scratched his chin and thought it best to wait until later to dig into Maura Isles history and Genealogy. He checked his watch, he'd been out for about an hour. Two hours since he left home. If he headed back now, his wife wouldn't think much about it.
He climbed in to the Lincoln and drove back to the house. He pulled into the driveway and after locking the car he headed inside. His wife was at the table and she leveled an angry glare at him.
"You son of a bitch!" She shouted, "It's Christmas Eve and you leave your family to run off with a couple of whores."
"What are you talking about," he said, "I had a business call I had to take. I told you that."
She slapped him hard, "a business call!?" She snatched a napkin off the table and rubbed at his neck. She came away with two different shades of bright red lipstick and showed it to him. "More like business with a call girl."
He stared at the lipstick. He opened his mouth and his wife shoved the napkin in his mouth. He spit it out and glared as his wife walked away. "You pocket dialed me, you ass hole. I heard two different women talking dirty to you, Lick me there Senator. Oh push it harder Senator. Fuck her harder. You were grunting with them."
He growled low. Rizzoli had set him up. Put lipstick on his neck, called his wife on his phone. He was going to have to do some seriously fast talking to get himself out of this. He stalked away to the bedroom. His wife was packing some clothes into a suitcase has he came in.
"You're leaving?" he knocked the suitcase across the room, "You can't leave until I have a chance to explain." He pulled off his shirt and his wife gasped. He stopped as her face turned red with fury.
"I think you just did." She stalked out of the room, "Go to hell, Bill."
He looked at his chest to find eight red claw marks, four on each side running across the meat of his chest. He went into the bathroom and a quick glance found another set of claws and two sets of finger print bruises on his back. But what stunned him the most was the large angry red Hickey on his neck.
He saw red as he realized that Rizzoli was true to her word. She fucked up his Christmas.