Chapter Twelve

A/N Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed this story. I appreciate the support and the wonderful words. I'll be taking a break for a few days. I have some work stuff to do, and I will also be doing some research for the next R&I story.

Number three will be in a whole new direction. It may be a disaster, but I'm going to have a ball creating it! Come back and take that next trip with me :) You guys rock!

The blonde was Mary and the red head Debbie. The three new best friends played roulette another half hour, then hit the black jack table, the craps table and a high stakes poker game. Angie nursed three different glasses of ginger ale while the girls chugged champagne all night. At four AM she led them to her waiting Cadillac and drove the short distance to her own casino. She undressed them and poured them into bed.

Less than twenty minutes later, she was back in the Gold Strike. She ate a hugely expensive meal in the Platinum lounge. She shopped in the gift shop and racked up a $17,000 bill. Both the meal and the shopping spree were charged to room 604, Jane Rizzoli. On the way out of the parking lot, she "accidentally" scraped the side of a Land Rover. Being a law abiding citizen, Jane Rizzoli, gave the very angry driver her name, address and paid him in cash. No reason to involve the insurance companies. She then returned to the Copper Mine and also had a minor accident. Again, Jane Rizzoli was a good citizen and gave her information and paid for the damages.

By 7 AM, she was in bed snuggled between two naked women. But she wasn't having sex. Normally she would be buried in one or both of the sleeping women. Angie blinked hard looking at the ceiling. She was depressed. Instead of inventing new ways to torment Jane and her whore, all she wanted to do was close her eyes and disappear. Thinking of Maura brought a fresh wave of pain and longing crashing over her. She missed Paula with every fiber of her being. Why had the bitch detective killed her? Even more maddening was the fact that an autopsy had been performed. Cause of death was clearly gunshot wounds. Yet, the fucking ME, Maura Isles had sliced Paula into little pieces. Billows had been present at the autopsy and told Angie how Maura had sliced little pieces of heart and brain and mounted them onto a glass slide. The brain that had always kept her out of trouble had been removed and desecrated. The loving heart that made her feel cherished above all others, had been cut apart and then tossed into a red organ bag like so much trash.

Today they would pay. Angie woke the sleeping women and pressed a handful of bills into both their greedy fists. She lied and told them what a great night they had all enjoyed before sending them on their still drunken ways. Alone, she gathered her thoughts for a minute then dialed a number she had memorized for just such an occasion.

"Don't answer, maybe they'll go away." Jane grumbled snuggling deeper into Maura's arms.

"Jane, that's the fifth call. They aren't going away. Just answer it." Maura swatted Jane on the butt and padded on bare feet to the shower.

"Mother fucker!" Jane exploded. She ran into the bathroom just as Maura stepped under the shower spray.

"Good morning to you as well. Did you and your whore sleep well, or did you fuck all night long?" Angie demanded. She hadn't expected I love you, but being called mother fucker was outrageous.

"Alexander, we both know you're criminally insane. Turn yourself in and let your expensive lawyer talk you into a nice expensive nut house." Jane reasoned. She turned her back to Maura, but couldn't block out the memory of creamy skin and round curves.

"Tell me, Detective. Why did you kill my Paula? You were chasing me, yet you and that black bastard killed my Paula. Why? Too lazy to do the job right?"

Jane took a deep breath and turned back around just in time to see Maura running a sponge over her breasts and stomach. Instead of calming her, the sight of wet skin had her clenching her hands and teeth. She took a shuddering breath and returned her attention to Angie. "We entered that warehouse and saw Green pulling a corpse from a chain. She was asked to surrender. She refused."

"And you gunned her down like a stray dog in the street." Angie shrieked. "She was trying to get rid of my latest playmate when you and that animal found her. Paula, never harmed a hair on anyone's head. You fucking killed her. Your whore desecrated her body. Cut her up in tiny pieces and put parts of her in jars. Took pictures and even wrote about her. That article about criminally insane murderers got you both an invite to speak at Vanderbilt University."

"Believe me, if we had know you were the murdered, we would have gladly put bullets in you. Turn yourself in, Alexander. No one else has to die." Jane watched Maura step from the shower her body wet and delicious. "Surrender." She tossed the phone onto the sink and stepped forward to pull Maura into a tight embrace.

Angie looked at the buzzing phone in her hand. "That bitch hung up on me?" She hit re-dial and got a busy signal. "If you want war Rizzoli, you got it!" Angie showered and dressed in black silk. She opened a titanium case and extracted a 9mm and a Desert Eagle. She gathered extra clips and strode to her private elevator. "I really should have gotten laid last night." She whispered pressing the button for the garage.

Maura broke a heated kiss and held Jane close alternately running her hands over Jane's back and cupping her ass. "Was that Korsak or Frost?"

Couldn't they just stay bathed in passion a little longer? Jane did a little exploring of her own. She loved the way Maura's eyes closed and her head tilted to the right exposing the juicy column of her throat. "It was Alexander." She then gave Maura an edited version of the conversation.

"She's had a psychotic break. Jane, we have to find her. In this state, she is a danger not only to herself but everyone she comes in contact with." Maura pulled from Jane's arms and called Frost.

Angie pushed herself up onto her hands and stared at the brunette underneath her. She had literally grabbed the first woman she ran into on the casino floor. "Will you marry me?"

The woman fluttered false eyelashes. She was all for a good screw, but her husband wouldn't like it if she got married to another woman. "I...I'm already married."

Dead eyes searched the left hand spread on the unused pillow. Without a thought, she pulled the 9mm from the night table and shot the woman between the eyes. "At least you won't leave me."

Frost and Korsak were at the sheriff's office having a very uncomfortable conversation."Sheriff, if you want to keep yourself out of prison, tell us where to find Alexander." Frost demanded.

That dumb bitch was going to drag him to hell with her. "She's in her penthouse suite at the Copper Mine. I've got two men on the way over there. A gunshot was just reported coming from her suite." If they were there lucky, the dumb bitch had shot herself and saved him the trouble.

"I hate it when you're right." Jane growled checking her weapon and grabbing an extra clip. She assured Frost she was on the way and gave Maura the latest news. "We think Alexander just shot a woman in cold blood. Someone called the Sheriff to report a gunshot from her suite. Security footage showed her picking up a woman and both going into her suite."

"She...why?" Maura asked shocked. "Jane, let Sheriff Long pick her up."

"Frost and Korsak are already there waiting for me." Jane pulled Maura into another hug and pressed a hard kiss to her temple. "Promise me, you'll stay here with Emily."

"Jane..."

"Promise me, Maura. I can't.. I need to know you're safe. Please, Maura." Jane held her gaze until Maura gave a small nod.

"Jane, be careful." Maura pulled her lover down for a long kiss. "Come back in one piece."

With a wink and a smile, Jane slipped out the door and into hell.

"She's holed up in the room at the end of the hall. All exits sealed. Windows don't open." Melanie, a Mississippi State Trooper and ex-lover of Gina George reported.

"Hello." Jane snapped seeing the unknown called ID on her phone.

"Have you joined the party yet Detective Rizzoli?" Angie asked.

"I'm right outside your door. Give it up, there's no way you're walking out of here except in handcuffs."

"Then I guess I'm not walking out of here. Why don't you come join me and my guest. She isn't much of a talker, but...well now that I blew her face off, she isn't that much to look at. Pussy tasted nice though. Tell me Jane, how does Maura taste?"

Frost and Melanie silently urged Jane to keep Angie on the line while they took a position on either side of the suite door. Jane waved Korsak into the opening beside the soda machine and ice maker. She took a deep breath and began walking toward the suite. "How do you think she tastes? Have you ever dated a woman as sexy as Maura?"

"Death. Your whore tastes like death. Or maybe formaldehyde. Do you like guzzling embalming fluid from her dead snatch?" Wild laughter rang out as a shot punched a hole in the door.

Jane stumbled, hearing the laughter and a bullet sail past her ear and slam into a wall. She felt her insides clench and prayed they would end this day alive.

When she could speak again, Jane taunted. "Is that what Green tast...?" A second shot made a hole two inches to the right of the first one. "You're a lousy shot, Alexander."

Frost and Melanie were now standing facing the door both with weapons at the ready. In less than 30 seconds both lay on the floor blood spreading over their chests. "Don't worry your pretty little head Detective, they aren't dead. Just a shattered collar bone. Still think I'm a lousy shot?"

Jane dropped to her stomach and crawled to the injured. She checked Frost first then Melanie. Both had identical wounds and a shattered collar bone. "Where'd you learn to shoot?" Jane yelled scooting backward as fast as she could manage on the plush carpet. "Were you military? Maybe you couldn't cut it as a solider. Or maybe they found out your dumb ass was crazy and threw you out."

A hail of gunfire filled the hall for a full minute. Once the smoke had cleared and the noise was a dim roar in their ears, Angie bragged. "Your little tattle tale friend in KY, you know, the one panting after your girlfriend. She was my first lover. Her Daddy taught us both how to shoot. Crazy bitch dumped me for another cop. Some Melanie...somebody. Trailer trash whore."

Jane saw the tightly clamped lips of the MSP and prayed she would keep her mouth shut. "Looks like you learned something. Right now you've only killed one cop. Come out now and maybe you won't get the death penalty."

"Why don't you come in?" Alexander invited throwing open the door. The muzzle of a Desert Eagle waved an invitation into the room.

"Step away from the door and maybe I'll accept that invitation." Jane countered.

Angie stepped away from the door, coming to a stop in the center of the room. "Tell your three friends to toss their weapons in here and they can walk away...well crawl away."

"So just you and me. Is this like a wild west fantasy. You're the bad guy and I'm the good guy. We draw at ten paces?" Jane taunted.

"The only fantasy I have involving you is fucking your whore while you watch!" Angie raised the 9mm she held at her side and fired at Jane. Melanie's warning alerted Jane in time for her to drop to the floor .

"Frost, Melanie toss your guns inside and get out of here. Take Korsak with you. This is between me and Crazy." Jane ordered climbing to her feet.

Frost winked at Melanie. Jane watched in horror as Melanie drew a second weapon from her ankle and tossed both into the room. Angie stepped forward to kick them under the bed, Frost raised his weapon and fired. A grunt of pain alerted them to Frost's accuracy. Shots rained into the hall filling the corridor with noise and lead. "Get the hell out of here." Jane ordered. She watched as Frost and Melanie joined Korsak by the ice machine. "Alexander, you still alive?"

A bullet tore through Jane's left bicep leaving her arm hanging useless at her side. "Are you still alive Jane?"

They could stand here trading bullets all day or until one of them succeeded in killing the other. Jane sucked in a scared breath and made a dumb choice. She lay her weapon on the floor and dove head first into the room. Alexander was standing next to the window. Blood pouring profusely from a wound in her side. "Going somewhere?"

"To hell." Angie turned her back on Jane and fired at the wall of windows. "Care to join me?" She spun back around leveling the Desert Eagle at Jane's chest. "Are we wearing a vest, Detective?"

"Why not come over here and see for yourself?" Jane offered standing arms open.

Angie did a quick search of the room. She had used all the extra clips. If she counted correctly, she only had one shot left. She tossed the pistol on the bed and rushed at Jane catching her just under the chin with the top of her head. Both fell heavily to the floor. Angie rained blows on Jane's face, head and stomach. Fighting every instinct, she stilled herself and let the larger woman land blow after blow. "Never figured you for a quitter." Angie panted landing a final blow and hearing the air whoosh out of burning lungs.

"Who's quitting?" Jane snarled. She gathered her strength and landed one hard blow to the exact spot found by Frost's shot. She grunted with satisfaction as Angie was lifted up and back. Jane struggled to sit up and landed another hard punch. By now, both were soaked in Angie's blood. "Do you surrender?"

Angie lurched to her feet and grabbed the Desert Eagle. She turned to face Jane who stood barely a foot away. "Neither one of us is leaving this room alive."

If Angie fired at this range, they would both die in this room. Jane glanced at the bed and almost doubled over. What was once a human being lay in a pile of blood, bone fragments and brain. She had only one chance, if she didn't take it...She couldn't think about that. She had to believe that she would make it. She had promised Maura she would come back. Thinking of Maura gave her a reserve of strength. Jane said a quick prayer and rushed forward. Cold grey eyes widened in surprise as Jane rushed her. Angie raised the weapon aiming for Jane's face.

Breaking glass, a gunshot and a primal roar sounded simultaneously.

Jane felt hands checking her for injury and one extremely soft pair of hands cradling her face. "Maura."

"Sssshhh Baby. It's over." Maura lifted her head and cradled it on her lap. "It's over and you're going to be fine."

Jane wet dry lips and asked. "What happened? I was rushing her and then it all went black."

"Frost shot Angie just as you were ready to plow into her." Korsak said brushing hair from her cheek.

"She took another in the chest, the force drove her into the window." Melanie picked up the story.

"Window was partially shattered from her attempts to shoot it out, it gave way and out she went. Landed on a Lincoln in the parking lot." frost finished.

"So it's really over." Jane whispered sitting up to pull Maura into her arms. "We survived, Baby. All of us."

Two days later as they were saying good bye to Melanie and Emily, with frost promising to come back for an extended visit. A hotel executive presented Jane with a very large bill. "$20,000! What is this?"

The executive cleared his throat and said, "I'm sorry Ms. Rizzoli, but until we find this other woman claiming to be Jane Rizzoli, you are responsible for these charges."

Maura fixed him with a no nonsense glare and said "There is only one Jane Rizzoli!"