A/N: Hope everyone is doing okay in the craziness of this world. Here's a new chapter.

Disclaimer: Read Ch. 1

"It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another." – "Frankenstein" by Mary Shelley

Ch. 2: Real as You and Me

Jane looked at this detective with a wide-eyed expression. The Italian walked toward the other detective, snatching the badge away to look at the ID. "Special Problems Squad," Jane repeated. "What the fuck is this unit?"

"We handle cases that are out of your jurisdiction, Detective," Detective Stevenson replied. She snatched back her badge, tucking it back in her pocket.

Jane gave a confused look. "What jurisdiction? We're both Boston PD," Jane pointed out.

"Yes, we are BPD but, the jurisdiction that you're about to enter is out of your zone, Detective Rizzoli."

"How so," Korsak inquired, sensing Jane's tension in her voice.

Stevenson looked at Korsak and retorted, "It's confidential."

"I'm a Sergeant."

"And that doesn't matter with my unit, Sergeant. I'm here as a courtesy instead of you hearing it from your lieutenant who will receive a phone call from my captain later on."

"You can't take my fuckin case," Jane ruffed.

Suddenly, Detective Stevenson's demeanor changed from a very calming stature to something different. She took in a deep breath, cracking her neck and it seemed (at least to Jane) that her eyes changed to a darker hue. "Alright, Detective. Let me spell this all out for you. I have a higher jurisdiction and I don't plan to play my horse is bigger than yours. My unit is specifically under the authorization of the Chief of Police and the Governor," the detective spouted out.

"So, you're a brass kisser."

An eyebrow went up and suddenly, the detective moved closer to Jane and surprisingly, was up at Jane's face. The rest of the team almost watched in horror of the gall that this detective had but their jaws dropped further as she spoke in a low voice to Jane and even with a slight British accent, "Now, you listen you smartass wanker, all you need to know is that I need all your paperwork and evidence for this case. I also need the body to be transferred to this facility."

She handed a simple business card with an address with Jane grabbing it harshly. The detective then backed away from Jane, clearing her throat and smooth her vest.

"Doctor Isles handles evidence and body. She is the Chief Medical Examiner of the Boston Commonwealth," Jane snarled back.

"I know that, and I've read her work. She's very consistent and bright but, my people will handle this. Got it?" The detective then took a step back, smoothing out her waistcoat before she turned around and began to walk away.

Filled with anger, Jane threw the card on the desk and looked at Korsak and the others. She then glanced behind her to see Lieutenant Cavanaugh's door cracked open.

Meanwhile, Detective Stevenson exited Headquarters and walked around the corner to the cruiser that was sitting in a dark alley.

I'm…here…I'm here….

She looked around the area before she walked toward the back of car, popping the trunk open to grab a small suitcase. She then returned to the driver's side door and took her spot in the seat, rubbing her forehead and taking in another deep breath before opening the suitcase.

…tick…tock…I'm still here…

The detective placed her hand into the suitcase, pulling out a small blue vial. She gave it a quick tap on the side of it before opening and drinking it entirely. Her passenger peered up from the book they were reading, tucking it in the glove compartment. "I'm guessing that it didn't go well," her passenger commented as they pulled down their hood on their sweater.

"It was going fine but the detective that had this case wouldn't let it go," she replied after swallowing.

"What happened to "I'm going to play nice"?"

"I was playing nice, Adam."

"Uh huh…that's why you took your medication," Adam peered over his sunglasses, revealing his two different color eyes.

Stevenson's eyes darted toward Adam, placing the vial back into the suitcase. "Fix your hood," she stated, ignoring his comment. Her partner grabbed his hood, adjusting it once more while Stevenson turned on the engine of the car.

R&I

"Look Rizzoli, I get it. It pisses you off but, Detective Stevenson is right. I just received a call from her captain and explained that this is not for our department," Cavanaugh tried to calm Jane.

Jane paced back and forth as if she was a caged tiger as she snapped back, "It's a homicide and she just comes in and swipe it. Why now? Why not at the crime scene?"

"I don't know, and I don't care, Rizzoli." He then sighed, rubbing his forehead and added, "Jane, I do understand how you feel, and I don't like it as much as you but, you got to let it go. For your sake, just go home and take a breather."

With these words, Jane huffed and stormed out of the office. As she left, the squad didn't dare try to stop her as she marched to the staircase, heading down to the morgue. She stomped as if she wanted to create a great earthquake from her anger but, she felt more that she needed to hide away as well.

Safe haven, her mind immediately thought. Maura is the safe haven.

Jane reached the morgue's floor and pushed the door open to see two men in Maura's office. They were dressed in black suits and in that moment, Jane felt the surge of defending Maura from whomever that was. As she moved closer to Maura's office door, the two men stepped out and with one saying, "We appreciate your cooperation, Doctor Isles. Detective Stevenson will call you when she can."

"Make sure she does," Maura said seriously.

Jane passed the men, glaring at them as they walked toward the loading bay. She entered Maura's office, shutting the door behind her. "Let me guess, Men in Black were here for the body and evidence," Jane pointed out.

Maura gave an exasperated sigh, "I do not know who this Detective Stevenson is, but I'm thoroughly insulted."

"Trust me you don't want to know." The medical examiner raised an eyebrow which prompted Jane to take a seat in Maura's uncomfortable sofa. "Supposedly," Jane air quoted, "Detective Stevenson has jurisdiction over this case."

"Jurisdiction? Government?"

"No, she's BPD but I guess she's a special unit."

Maura gave an interested expression, "That's definitely different."

"It pisses me off, Maura," Jane grumbled. "How can one person come in a take a case?!"

"I know, Jane," Maura assured, stepping forward toward her best friend. She took a seat next to Jane, reaching her hand out to touch Jane's cheek. "This is what I like about you," Maura informed Jane.

More like love, Maura's mind interjected.

"Me being pissed off?"

Maura shook her head. "Your commitment toward something right. For justice. For what you believe in."

Jane gave a small smile, bumping Maura's shoulder with her own shoulder. She then stood up from the sofa, giving Maura a quick kiss on the cheek, "Thanks Maura."

Though unsure for what Jane was thanking her for but she retorted, "You're welcome, Jane."

Jane left the morgue and returned to the homicide unit to see that Korsak, Frost, and Frankie were the only ones in the room. She entered and stated, "This case is not over."

Korsak looked up from his computer. "Janie, Cavanaugh wants us off and this detective is connected to the higher brass," Korsak countered.

"We're not going to investigate the case. I want to do a background check on this detective. I want to know who got in my face."

Korsak looked at Frankie and Frost who gave uneasy expressions. "Jane, we're playing with fire," Frankie warned.

"And we're going to play with it because I want to know that this is legit."

There was a gathering in a meeting room, five men stood at attention while their boss sat quietly. Four had silver chains around their throat while the fifth didn't. Unlike his companions who wore street clothes, he wore a dark suit with no tie. They waited anxiously for their boss to speak until they did.

"How much do they know?"

"I don't know, sir."

"He had one job and now an Untamed is loose on the streets because things didn't go as planned which you guaranteed, Dmitri."

"Sir, I- "

"Not only do you have the Untamed loose, it wasn't a clean kill and now, that stupid squad has it now."

"What do you want us to do, sir?"

"Like usual that Detective is underground and untouchable as degreed by the Council."

"Then what, sir?"

"We need to get rid of all traces and supposedly, some mortals got hold of this case." The boss went into his briefcase and threw two files on the table. "These two need to be eliminated ASAP and make it clean. If they fight then, do whatever it takes and if you fail me again…"

Suddenly, he disappeared then reappeared in front of the leader. In a swift motion, he stretched out and grabbed plain clothed henchman, yanking the chain off and crushing it into the dust. The plain clothed started to groan in pain as their eyes turned yellow but within a quick move, he broke the other's neck.

"Do I make myself clear?"

"Files haven't come in yet. Most likely by tomorrow," her partner informed as he took a seat at his desk.

She nodded, taking a seat in her chair then glancing over at her computer. She was about to check for new email when her desk phone began to ring. "Stevenson," she answered promptly.

"They're in danger."

At those words, Detective Stevenson snapped her fingers at Adam, prompting him to sit up fast. "Who is in danger? Who are you," she questioned.

"Just listen! The human detective and doctor; they're in danger."

Jane and the team spent hours trying to locate a file on the mysterious detective until she found one file that was so hidden that she decided that she would take it back to her apartment.

When she returned to her apartment, she changed out of her work clothes to her sweats and BPD t-shirt. She took the file from the countertop where she laid it at and brought it over to her sofa, opening the file to spread it out.

Danielle J. Stevenson, she read. "Age thirty years old…born in Kensington, London. Explains the British accent. Top of her class…no date of class…"

Suddenly, Jane heard a knock at the door, prompting her to stand up and check the peephole. She smirked at the sight for it was Maura, still in her work clothes. Jane opened the door and greeted her friend with a wide smile, "Hey Maur."

"Hello Jane, did you get dinner ready," Maura inquired as she walked in, placing her purse down. Jane stepped behind her and helped the other woman with removing her coat, placing it on the coat rack.

Jane shook her head. "I just got home," she explained, "I also was reviewing a file I got."

"Your brother did mention that you were "playing with fire" and I assured him you weren't a pyromaniac, but I guess that's another figure of speech based on that hint of a smile."

Jane rubbed her chin and nodded, "It means that I was doing stuff that I'm not supposed be doing."

"Such as?"

Jane gestured toward the file and Maura walked toward the file, picking it up and began to read it. "Jane, you shouldn't have this," Maura stated to Jane, taking a seat on the sofa.

"You emphasize that I shouldn't but you're just as curious."

Maura gave a sly glance and shook her head, "Doesn't matter. We were told to leave this case alone, Jane."

"Maura, its suspicious. This chick is giving me weird vibes and I can't shake it."

Maura sighed and patted her hand on the seat beside her. The detective approached, resuming her seat and took the file from Maura. "I don't know why I can't shake this case, but I feel it in my-"

"Jane, bones do not give you intuition. I told you that it's not logically possible."

"Maur…"

Maura smiled widely, pressing her forehead against Jane's. It seemed that they could stay like this forever, in each other's orbit but at the same time, Jane's stomach let out a low rumble. Maura let out a small laugh and stood up to walk back to her cell phone, "I'll call some pizza for us."

Jane nodded and stood up, walking to her bedroom to get Maura's side ready when she heard all of a sudden, her front door burst open and Maura screamed, "Jane!"

Quickly, Jane grabbed her handgun which she left on her nightstand and ran out with it drawn. At the sight, Maura was fighting a pale, dark brown hair man in a suit while three thugs stood in her living room. "Let her go," Jane ordered as she pointed the weapon at the leader of the group.

With Maura still struggling, the leader smacked her across her face, knocking her out. The leader then shouted, "Kill her!"

Jane brought her attention to the three thugs and suddenly, she watched as their bodies began to shift quickly. Their faces started to extend, and their eyes became yellow in pigment with fur starting to cover every bit of their body. Jane's apartment literally being demolished by the metamorphosis. At the sight, Jane knew that she needed to start firing her weapon.

She fired five shots at each of these creatures but even though the bullets pierced the skin and they seemed to feel the pain with blood oozing, the wounds healed immediately. The first creature snarled with its teeth showing and prepared to launch at Jane with the other creatures surrounding her.

As the creature leapt and quickly, Jane dropped backwards, hoping that she still had one bullet in the chamber and released it. The bullet fired, hitting the creature's face but, it seemed that the bullet only did so little damage. Jane raised her arms, preparing for the worse until she heard a crash from her window with someone ripping the creature from her. Jane felt her body dragged away, being shoved into the hallway to see Detective Stevenson with her revolver drawn.

"Adam, move," she ordered.

Adam who was fighting the creature, moved out of the way and Stevenson shot two bullets. "That's not going to work," Jane shouted.

"Regular bullets won't," Stevenson shouted back, tossing a couple bullets to Jane. The creature cried out in pain and began to grovel over until Adam grabbed its head, taking his own gun, shooting it directly in the heart.

From a distance, Jane watched as the leader of the group began to fade into black dust, holding Maura. "No," Jane shouted and grabbed her gun, bolting after them and avoiding the creatures that Adam and Stevenson were fighting.

"Rizzoli, wait!"

Suddenly, Adam was scratched in the face, prompting Stevenson to draw out a silver dagger and jumping on the creature's back, snapping the silver chain around its neck. Suddenly, the creature began to morph quickly back to human, leaving only one left.

"Behind you," Adam warned. Stevenson ducked, cutting the creature under its belly then tossing Adam the knife. He stabbed the creature directly in its heart then looked at Stevenson, "Get after them!"

R&I

She wasn't sure what the fuck was happening, but she was going to lose Maura. She wasn't going to let Maura get taken again under her nose. The man in the suit disappeared from their hallway to the bottom of the staircase.

"Fuck," Jane cussed, running down the stairs.

The leader walked toward his car and opened the door, tossing Maura in the back. He then took out his cell phone and was about to dial until he heard, "Hands up, fucker!"

The man smirked and raised his hands, turning around to face Jane. "I see that the Lycans didn't do their job properly. I guess I'm going have to kill you myself," he informed Jane.

Suddenly, the man lunged, disappearing into a black dust and Jane fired, hoping it him. "Nice shot," Jane turned around to see the man to see that he was bleeding, he placed his fingers into this wound, pulling out the bullet and tossing it aside. Jane prepared to fire again but he grabbed her wrist, twisting it, and made her dropped her weapon.

He then took in a deep sniff in the air and smirked, "Italian blood. It's been a while since I've had a "healthy" individual." Jane's eyes widened as the man's teeth showed and immediately, she saw sharp canine teeth.

"Rizzoli, duck!"

Jane dropped her head and a bullet hit Jane's assailant directly in the forehead. With the impact, Jane was able to push him back as he cried out in agony. Stevenson pushed Jane behind her as the man pulled out the bullet, tossing it aside. "Nice shot," he groaned then shook his head.

He smoothed his coat then looked down at it. "You bitch, you got blood on my suit," the man commented. Suddenly, his nails seemed to extend, and he changed back into black mist, preparing to strike. But as he prepared to strike when he reappeared, he grabbed at the detective's shirt but screamed out in pain as he looked down at his hand to see the burn mark of a cross.

"Never leave work without a cross," Stevenson commented as she punched him cross the jaw then pulled out another knife but this time from her boot.

Seeing that their enemy was down, Jane ran over to the car to grab Maura who was snapping out of her daze. Jane helped her up then looked back at Detective Stevenson who hovered over the man.

She placed the knife at his neck and demanded, "Who sent you?"

"You won't get anything out me, human," the man spat back.

"You will talk, or I will put you before Council and make you the Lord of Darkness's problem," Stevenson warned.

Expecting a fearful reaction, Stevenson was shocked to see that the man laughed and retorted, "There's someone much worse than him."

Then without warning, the man lunged at Stevenson with his mouth wide open for the bite until Stevenson stabbed the man straight in the heart. He cried out in pain and laughed before he became limp then his body began to dissolve into black dust.

"Damn it," Stevenson cussed.

"Dani," the detective turned to see Adam with his hood up, carrying an unconscious man over his shoulder. "I already called the clean-up crew and asking them to bring the bodies back to Doc."

"Yeah and unfortunately, this guy decided to attempt to bite," she gestured to the dust pile.

"Better collect that and bring it to Doc."

"What the fuck just happened," the two both turned to see Jane, holding Maura up. They approached and immediately, Jane looked at Stevenson. "What happened? What just attacked Maura and me? What are you-"

"Listen, Detective, I get that this is confusing, but I think it would be better if we talk in a more private place. At the moment, my partner and I are most likely going to take you back to my apartment," Stevenson assured. She then looked at her partner and asked, "How bad is that scratch to your face?"

"Not that bad," Adam lied.

Jane watched as Stevenson leaned up and pulled down her partner's hood. She gasped in her horror to see that a majority of the man's face was built with different pieces of skin. One flap was hanging off his cheek by his right eye and ear.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Jane mumbled.

Stevenson pulled Adam's hood back up and grabbed Jane, holding her up while Adam grabbed Maura, placing it over his other shoulder, heading to their cruiser.

Maura groaned, rubbing her forehead until she sat up quickly and shouted, "Jane!"

"Whoa, easy there, Doctor Isles," Maura heard.

"Where's Jane and who are you," Maura questioned, only remembering the man who punched her and how he and three others broke into Jane's apartment.

The other woman flicked the light on to reveal glasses peering Detective Stevenson with sleeves covered in blood and rolled up. Maura gave an apprehensive look and the detective glanced down at her attire, "Sorry, it's hard to explain how I look without you coming into the living room, but Detective Rizzoli is fine. Passed out on my sofa."

"Why is she passed out?"

"Again, hard to explain without seeing but I'm Detective Danielle Stevenson."

"You're the detective who took over of Jane's case."

"Yeah but follow me and don't freak out."

Maura stood up gingerly and looked at the detective unassured however, she still followed the detective out of the bedroom and down a hallway to the living room and she gasped at the sight. Sitting at the kitchen counter was Adam holding a cloth up to his face, making sure that no blood dropped on the floor or the skin fell off. She took in a deep breath then looked over on the sofa to see Jane laying down.

"Jane," Maura said softly.

Hearing her name, the detective opened her eyes to see Maura standing at the doorway. "Maura," Jane said happily, making the detective leap off the sofa and engulf the other woman in a strong hug. "Thank god that you're ok," Jane whispered against her ear.

Maura nodded against her cheek then pulled back, "Jane, what is happening?"

Jane glanced over to watch Stevenson pick up the needle with dissolving thread. "Alright Adam, I got to do two more quick stitches and we should be good," the detective assured her partner.

"I wish you gave something to numb it," Adam hissed as Stevenson resumed stitching.

Stevenson rolled her eyes, "You are made of several different body parts including skin and organs. Your body cannot have alcohol or any drugs."

"Not even-"

"You've been alive for over three hundred years. Let me remind you of that incident you talked about back when you traveled through Louisiana briefly."

Adam raised his hand, "No necessary."

"Wait," both turned to look at Maura and Jane. The doctor looked at Adam then at the other detective, "He is about over three hundred years old?"

Detective Stevenson sighed then looked back up at Adam then back at the two women. "It's a long story to explain so let me finish up with him then I'll explain everything."

Jane and Maura took a seat back on the sofa and waited a couple minutes until Stevenson was done. Her partner stayed at the counter while she wrapped around the sofa and took a seat on her coffee table. "The three creatures you encountered were called Lycans and their leader was a vampire," Stevenson explained.

"Werewolves," Maura processed.

"Vampires," Jane followed.

Stevenson nodded, "Technically, Lycans because they have a silver chain around their neck and…I can explain this all later, let me get to the other stuff."

"Why did they come after us," Jane inquired.

"That's what we want to know," Adam questioned back.

Jane looked over her shoulder and asked, "Who are you?"

"Adam Franklin," the "man" introduced himself.

Detective Stevenson rolled her eyes, "Adam, give your real surname please."

Adam sighed, "My name is Adam Frankenstein."

Maura's eyes widened, "Wait, like Mary Shelley's Frankenstein."

"One and the same," Stevenson confirmed.

"This is not possible," Maura stated aloud to Jane. "Vampires, werewolves, Frankenstein…"

Jane pinched herself and flinched. "Nope, its real," she mumbled.

Detective Stevenson pulled her glasses off. "Listen, you two, you've been unwilling brought into a fold of the world beyond your own," she explained. "You've seen Adam; his flesh was literally was falling off his skull, but he is still alive. He is the Frankenstein's Monster, made by pieces of different men to create one being. Modern medicine has helped him to an extent, but he can't still go out due to the scaring on his face."

She then gestured toward Jane, "In your pockets, you still have my bullets," Stevenson pointed out, prompting Jane to slip her hands into her sweats pocket to pull out three bullets made of pure silver. "Werewolves and Lycans can be easily killed with silver bullets in the hearts and yes, there's a difference. You encountered a simple vampire, but you haven't seen the true creature of the darkness."

"Are you really detectives," Jane questioned, trying to wrap her head around everything.

"Yes, Rizzoli. We are Boston Police Department and only the governor and the police chief of this department knows about the Boston Special Problem Squad."

"Technically, Boston Nightfall Unit," Adam corrected.

"Nightfall," Maura probed.

"When the night falls, everything you read in books, the whispers from generation to generation, the films; they're real like you and me," Stevenson explained to the two.

"So, this case…"

"This case was beyond your jurisdiction but since you were attacked, it would be best as lead of detective of the squad to bring you two in," Stevenson informed.

Jane stood up, prompting the other detective to stand up. "That means we'll be working together," Jane pointed out.

"Yes."

Jane looked at Stevenson then back at Maura, "I can't just leave the rest of my team out of this."

Stevenson looked at Adam who shrugged; she then rubbed the back of her neck, "I haven't had a full squad and its possible that your team's skills might help us."

Hearing this, Jane placed her hand out, "Alright, partners then?"

The other detective looked down at her hand then took her hand, shaking it. "Welcome to Nightfall, Detective Rizzoli."

"Jane."

"Danielle but you can call me Dani."

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