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    crossing lines for maura

    Story written on July 14, 2012 by mauraandapriest-NEVER.
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    Maura was decidedly shaken and rambled in all her cute little Google mouthed glory. Facts and figures about break ins. About who designed the first three pin tumbler lock for doors, reasons why a criminal might have broken into her house and not disturbed anything: He was disturbed by a neighbour, a case of mistaken

    Maura was decidedly shaken and rambled in all her cute little Google mouthed glory. Facts and figures about break ins. About who designed the first three pin tumbler lock for doors, reasons why a criminal might have broken into her house and not disturbed anything: He was disturbed by a neighbour, a case of mistaken identity, a fit of conscience.

    All the while Jane agreed and tried to calm her LLBFF. Yet in her mind Jane was running possible scenarios. Frost, Korsak and a forensics team were just clearing out as Maura poured herself a glass of 1989 clar du fiel wine. The slight tremor in Maura’s hands as she poured the wine and the pinprick of fear and uncertainty shadowing her eyes was discernable only to Jane. Only Jane could see how the break in had hurt and scared her best friend. Her heart if she was honest. And if there was one rule that should never be broken, it was this: ”never mess with a Rizzoli’s family.”

    Jane nodded calmly to the locksmith as he fixed the door and made his exit. Korsak had lingered in all his papa bear glory or perhaps it was his internal Casanova that kept him late, as he calmed a startled Angela who had returned only a few minutes ago.

    Korsak walked calmly to the door, ”It’ll be fine Jane. I’ll speak to you in the morning,” he said. Jane’s hand covertly caught his arm as he passed her, his movement stalled for an almost indiscernible second as the detective whispered into his ear between gritted teeth.

    ”Arrange for me to visit Doyle tomorrow. I don’t care what it takes, I want to talk to him.” Jane almost growled.

    Korsak’s eyes widened for a second and words got stuck in his throat. He remained locked in the dark black pools of Jane’s eyes for a few moments. Seeing nothing but the determination and pride which had lead to the scars on her palms. He glanced back at the couch where Maura sat trying to maintain a careless attitude with Angela, then back to Jane. A stiff, resigned nod was all the answer he gave before making his way out the door.

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    It was therefore by the pulling of numerous strings by Korsak, the flashing of badges, medals of bravery and the shameless use of her reputation as a city hero since she shot herself, that Jane Rizzoli found herself being waved through a metal detector and towards a prison visiting booth to talk to a very unwilling Paddy Doyle.

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