Tommy looked at himself in the mirror and sighed, "I don't know if I can go through this. What if I'm the one who causes the whole place to crumble? They'd have my head and dumb my body in a pit of acid."

No response

Tommy turned around, "Casey, did you hear anything I said? Man, I'm feeling anxious to the max."

Casey stood up and walked over to his best friend, "Can you just chill for a moment? You've been going back and forth about this situation. You're acting like you're getting married or something." He fixed Tommy's crooked tie, "There's a reason why the boss decided to make you the new one. He didn't even consider his own son so that shows you something. It's gonna be hard at first, but things will get better."

Tommy nodded, "Yeah, you're right about that."

Casey playfully punched his arm, "You got this. You're gonna be fine, oh and I wanna be your newest assistant, secretary, or whatever they call it either way I got you."

They both turned their heads at the sound of knocking at the door. Tommy cleared his throat, "Yeah, come in!"

The door opened and a young man announced, "It's time, sir."

Tommy nodded, "Okay, thank you."

The young man closed the door behind him. Casey looked at his friend, "Did you really just say "Thank You"? Come on, man! You can't be polite and mannerly, these people would eat you alive. They'd kill to be in your shoes, so just toughen up."

"Damn, you're right though. I don't know what I'd do without you, man."

"Well you'd find out if you don't make me your sideman."

Tommy couldn't help but laugh, "You dumbass a sideman is a male version of a sidechick. You're lucky I got what you meant." He then sighed and began jumping to shake out his nerves, "Alright, let's do this!"

"Richards, what a surprise. How may I direct your call?"

"Frankie, I need you to do something for me."

Frankie sat back and kicked his feet up on the coffee table, "And what do I get in return?"

The officer sighed over the phone, "A step closer to find your fiancé. Now, you wanna know what it is that I want you to do or not?"

"I'm listening."

"Okay, so I need you to visit a very special person, the Boston PD's detective, Jane Rizzoli. You think you can do that for me?"

Frankie fell silent on the other line. The officer continued, "Hello?"

Frankie snapped out his gaze, "Uh, yeah. Y-You wanted me to see Jane Rizzoli. Why?"

"She came looking for me saying she had a "special gift" for me. I never got anything and on top of that I saw her that same day and she just smiled at me. I also saw her at Dr. Isles' house the day I was going to house to house asking neighbors if they knew anything about Ms. Michaels' disappearance. She would allow me to speak to Dr. Isles even though she's the one who lives there and not Rizzoli. Look, I have this big feeling that she's hiding something and more fingers are starting to point at her direction."

"Okay the gift part sounded a bit suspicious, but that doesn't mean she knows anything. She could just be friends with the doctor that's why she was at her house. Maybe you're the only one who thinks she's up to something."

"That's how you solve cases. The moment you're suspicious of someone they become a suspect unless proven not guilty. In this case, she's a suspect and I need you to prove if she's guilty or not."

"Okay, but why do I have to do it? Aren't you doing the case?"

"A couple days ago you looked me in my eyes and told me you'd do whatever it takes to get to the bottom of this. What happened you lost hope or something? Don't get soft on me now. You're starting to act like she's your girlfriend or something come on, man."

"No, she's not my girlfriend… I don't even know her. It's just the fact that…" Frankie sighed and hesitated to continue his response.

Richards continued, "This isn't for me. This isn't for you. This is for Jessica."

Frankie closed his eyes and sighed once more, "Alright... I'll do it."

The driver turned around after parking the car, "Sir, I know it's not my place to ask, but shouldn't we be at the ceremony? She's not going to come out any time soon."

The older man reached down and pulled his glock out of his boot. He quickly cocked it and aimed it at his driver's head. He smirked devilishly, "As you were saying?"

The young driver's eyes crossed as he fearfully stared at the gun aimed closely at his head. He gulped and thought about his words, "S-sir, I shouldn't have… questioned your authority. I-I'll never do it again, I swear."

"I think you forgot who's your God."

"No-no I didn't. I'd never, sir!"

"I decided whether you live or not. You'd be nothing without me. Here's a gift to remind you whenever you forget again." Without breaking eye contact with the driver, he aimed at his hand and shot a hole through it.

The young man shouted in pain and help his bloodied hand against his chest.

The older man looked out the window and saw Jane Rizzoli running out of the townhouse with a gun in her hand. He looked at his driver, "Let's go!"

The young man puts the car in drive with his left hand and stepped on the gas. As they were driving away, the older boss looked behind him and saw Jane standing in the middle of the road looking towards their direction.

He smiled and whispered to himself, "Gotcha."

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AN: Shorter chapter I know :/ Thank you all for your support! You have no idea how much you encourage me to continue this story. Until Next time!