Till Death Do Us Part

Deanlu

Rizzoli and Isles are the property of TNT and Tess Gerritson. I have several ideas floating in my head lately. I also have two weeks to be able to write. So I am exploring these new ideas as quickly and completely as possible. This will probably be a 5 or 6 chapter story. So hang on because it is going to be a bumpy ride.

"Detective Rizzoli, you are relieved of duty and have been placed on medical leave until further notice. You are not to be in contact with any of your team. You are not to approach the precinct or attempt to investigate this case. If you do so, you will be permanently removed from the force. Do you understand these instructions?" Jane looked on as Special Agent Winez spoke to her; Cavanaugh was standing behind his desk.

"Yes, but I want to see Maura. She is my fiancée, and I have a right to speak with her." Jane said even as she struggled with the heaviness on her chest.

"Medical Examiner Maura Isles is no longer available to you. She will neither contact nor see you in person until further notice. Is that understood?" Agent Winez stated firmly.

"Yes, you bloody bastard." Jane knew that meant only two things. Either Maura was severely injured or she was dead. Either way, the Feds has her in one form or the other and Jane had lost her. Hell, they should all be dead after the explosion in the warehouse. She wasn't sure what had gone wrong. Jane turned and used the cane to leave Cavanaugh's office. Her left arm in a sling, her right leg messed up, multiple bruises, a bandage over her right eye, blurred vision, and two cracked ribs. The minute the door slammed and she was gone Cavanaugh turned on the agent.

"You cannot possibly think Detective Rizzoli had anything to do with this going wrong?" Cavanaugh yelled at Agent Winez.

"I don't know what happened and until I do none of that team will talk to each other." Agent Winez was pissed. He had lost three federal agents on top of the four Boston Police Officers.

"At least let her know her fiancé is alive, or it will kill her." Cavanaugh stated in no uncertain terms.

"No! I am going to flush the rats from this sinking ship. I know someone here at Boston Police Department leaked the information and I intend to find out whom?" Agent Wines argued back at Cavanaugh.

"How is the rest of my team then?" Cavanaugh questioned. He was positive the leak was on the FBI side, but he was more concerned about his detectives and medical examiner.

"Detective Frost is in stable condition and should be fine in a few days. Detective Korsak and Medical Examiner Maura Isles are in protective custody. Both have received minor injuries and have been treated, but none that are life threatening. As for Detective Rizzoli I am only enforcing what the Doctors have asked for her injuries." Cavanaugh shook his head and looked at Agent Winez.

"You do not know Detective Rizzoli. All you have done is cause more trouble. I pray you haven't killed her." Special Agent Winez gathered up his folders and stepped toward the door.

"I know what I am doing. You just do your job." The door slammed shut. Cavanaugh sat heavily into his chair as he heard a knock. He looked up and waved Crowe through the door.

"No go?" Cavanaugh shook his head. "This is going to kill Jane. Maura and she are inseparable. She will think she's dead now."

"Put a watch on Jane by tonight. I want to make sure she doesn't do something stupid." Crowe nodded and left the office. "Damn it!" Lt. Cavanaugh yelled.

Jane walked into her apartment, closed the door, and leaned against it. The sounds of screaming, the explosion filling her head again. She stared at the wall across the room and then closed her eyes as she remembered. They had been called to the scene of a mob hit. Maura arrived with her. They had entered the warehouse and met up with Agent Gabriel Dean. The federal bureau of investigation would work with them on the case and not interfere for the moment. Maura had begun examining the body, Frost was examining some evidence. Korsak was talking to several agents.

Jane had just turned and begun walking toward the back of the warehouse when she heard the sound of metal hitting the concrete floor. She had turned yelling for everyone to get out. As she passed the body she had grabbed Maura and covered her body as she took them both to the floor. Suddenly a loud explosion had resounded and she felt metal beams strike her back. Her last words to Maura before she blacked out were, "I love you. See you on the other side." Then all had gone dark.

Jane opened her eyes. She didn't know if her wife was alive or dead. She had been axed out of the investigation. Hell, who was she kidding? She was so badly hurt she was barely standing. Pushing off the door she opened it again and went across the hallway. She knocked on Marissa's door. She listened as feet walked to the door, then locks slid back.

"Jane? Oh God, you look terrible. Where is Maura?" Marissa looked behind Jane, but saw no sign of the detective's fiancée. Jane's face said volumes. "How can I help?"

"I need the bandages changed and I need to use your phone. I am afraid someone is watching me." Jane responded. Marissa nodded, and gently helped the detective into the apartment.

"Let me get my first aid kit. Ever since that night you got hurt and Maura knocked on the door, I keep it fully stocked." As Marissa went in search of the kit Jane picked up her phone and dialed a number.

"I need help. Yes, hurt pretty bad and I think I am being watched by the good, the bad, and the ugly. No, I can be ready in forty-five minutes. Yes, I understand." Jane hung up the phone. Marissa came back in and changed Jane's bandages. When she was finished Jane thanked her and headed for the door.

"Jane, didn't you want to use the phone?" Jane looked at Marissa.

"No, just tired. I am going to lie down. Maybe tomorrow." Marissa nodded.

"If you need anything, tell me. I am here for you until Maura can be. You two always were for me." Jane leaned heavily against the door for a minute and closed her eyes. Then she nodded and left back to her apartment. Twenty minutes later there was a knock on Jane's door.

"Detective Rizzoli, its Amman. You were told to expect me." Jane opened up her door and let Amman inside. "Are you ready?" Jane took one last look around and nodded. Amman picked up her bag and then helped Jane down to the white Limousine that was waiting. Jane watched behind them as they pulled away from the curb. No one followed. They drove out of Boston to a small airport. Amman drove right onto the runway where a private jet waited. Amman handed Jane's bag to the waiting crew and then assisted Jane up the stairs to a seat.

"Jane Rizzoli, long time no see. I was shocked with your phone call." A young woman in her mid-thirties, tall athletic build with blonde hair that flowed around a face that reflected back earnest, concerned questions. Her blue eyes and slightly tan complexion would lead some to believe she was just a piece of fluff. But if you looked into her eyes and watched how she carried herself you would know immediately she was one tough lady. She rose out of her seat and helped Jane to a bed.

"No, I need to sit up. Please Rebecca." Rebecca waved to two people in the back of the plane. They elevated the top of the bed and placed a pillow behind her head.

"I took the time to hack into the hospital to check your records and download the pertinent information. I also had a friend copy the Fed's case files, and Boston PD's files. They have been forwarded to my ranch. You haven't told anyone where you were going did you?" Jane shook her head which caused her to become dizzy. "Vision still blurred? Not surprised. It will take us about three to four hours to get where we are going. I have had all your meds filled and Doctor Peterson here will help get you back on your feet." Rebecca handed her a cup with the meds. Jane eyed them and then took them. The water she swallowed felt good sliding down her throat.

"Is Maura still alive?" Jane asked, her face betraying the pain physical and emotional she was feeling.

"I don't know yet. They haven't placed the information on file yet. But trust me when I say I will find out Jane. I never have trusted the government." Rebecca watched as Jane fell asleep. She then signaled the flight crew to prepare to leave. Amman signaled the new driver to leave from the door. Jane was strapped in for takeoff as Doctor Peterson took her vitals. Amman came up behind her. The tall, dark mideastern man's deep black eyes watched the doctor shake his head.

"You take a big risk Ms. Rebecca. Your favorite government agent will not like this happening." Rebecca nodded as she went to sit for takeoff. Amman sat down beside her.

"Tough Ninnies! He needs to grow up. Amman, you are her personal body guard while on the ranch. She needs time to heal while we look into what happened. She has a strange proclivity for attracting danger." Amman looked at the young woman as they took off.

"Yes, I read her jacket while I was waiting for the Feds to be removed from view. How is Robert since he drew them off from the apartment?" Amman inquired looking over at his boss and friend.

"Oh, he is fine. I believe he should be "sprung" very soon. I have sent Waterhouse to spring him." Amman nodded.

"They are going to figure out soon enough that you spirited the young detective away. Then our enemy will be on the doorstep." Rebecca chuckled as the captain informed them they could move around. She rose and moved over to where Jane slept.

"He will figure out soon enough who is really at fault. But for him keeping Jane and Maura apart, I cannot forgive him." She moved the hair that had fallen across Jane's face behind her ear. "How is she Doctor?"

"Not good, there is heaviness in her chest she whispered before she drifted off. I believe she may be taking on fluid in her lungs. You might want the surgical team ready when we arrive." Peterson went back to his monitoring. She nodded to Amman who made the call.

Boston 2 hours after Jane has left…

"Jane, open the door. It's Frankie." He knocked again. No answer. "Come on Jane, open the door." He knocked again. "Damn it Jane, answer the door." Marissa came out of her apartment.

"What's wrong?" Marissa asked Frankie as she noticed the deep concern on his face.

"I can't get Jane to come to the door. I wanted to check on her." Marissa nodded and flitted back into her apartment. She returned with a key.

"Jane gave it to me after she lost her keys one night. She knows I am up late studying." Marissa inserted the key into the door and opened it. Both she and Frankie entered the apartment. "Where is Joe Friday?"

"I have him and Maura's tortoise, Bass, at my place." Frankie headed into Jane's bedroom. "Dammit Jane!"

"Frankie, what's wrong?" Marissa was looking around the apartment. Nothing seemed out of place except for the note on the counter with Jane's gun and badge. Frankie had come back out into the main room when he noticed the gun, badge, and note on the counter.

"Shit!" Quickly Frankie went to the counter and opened the envelope. "Shit, shit, shit! Now things are worse." Frankie picked up the phone and called Cavanaugh. "She's gone. She thinks Maura's dead." Frankie listened to Cavanaugh. "Yes, I am sure. I am standing in her apartment. Her gun and badge are on the counter. She has left a letter resigning her position and explaining she cannot go on without Maura. She said by the time we read this she will be gone." Cavanaugh spoke to Frankie some more. "God Damn it! I don't care what Winez says my sister is missing and may be dead now. If he has just let her see Maura this would not be happening. You are both going to have to explain to Maura what happened. God help you both." Frankie hung up and looked toward the ceiling. "Janie where did you go? God, Maura is gonna kill me. I thought I could get here in time to let her know she was in a safe house and fine." He looked up at Marissa, "Did she say anything to you?"

"Well, she knocked on the door and asked me to change her bandages. I invited her in and she asked to use the phone. But she never used it Frankie. Then she went back to her apartment saying she was tired and needed the rest." Frankie thought hard.

"How did she look to you Marissa?" Frankie had moved forward and gently grabbed her arms.

"Bad, Frankie. The wounds on her were pretty red; one looked like it might be infected. She also looked like she was having trouble breathing. She was in a lot of pain." Marissa knew there was something else about the way Jane had acted, but she couldn't put a finger on it.

"Alright, if you remember anything else call me. No one else, call me." Frankie handed his card to her and then wrote a number on it. "Marissa, only call this number. Do you understand?" She nodded.

Somewhere over the central United States…

"Her breathing is real labored. I think the lung may have collapsed." Peterson said to Rebecca.

"We are only about 30 minutes out. The ambulance is waiting along with my private nursing staff. Everything is ready." The doctor nodded. He just hoped it would be in time…