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A/N2: Oh my goodness it has been forever since we posted. All I can say is that life slapped us both silly. SSA-rtune had a myriad of things going on to include health issues and I relocated, started a new job, etc... But we are back! Hopefully you enjoy this chapter and know that we will post again shortly. Re-read the previous chaps if you forgot what's been going on ;)

"Jane please think this through..." her voice trailing off Maura raised her hands in supplication as she practically begged Jane to reconsider. "You don't know that these people had anything to do with this. Barry, tell her. Vince please..."

Both men knew enough to get out of Jane's way. Korsak trusted in her innate sense of decency not to go too far but he had to admit, he was a little worried too, thinking maybe Jane was going to far with this.

"Jane, maybe the Doc is right, we don't..."

"Don't what Vince?" she looked at each of them. "So far this bitch has been calling the shots, I'm done, enough is enough already. It's time for us to push back" Opening the door to the interview room, Jane took a seat in front of her suspect's parents.

"Christ..." Korsak muttered before following her in but keeping his distance, knowing he had to give Jane whatever space she needed. He stood in the corner, forgotten almost immediately by those around him.

"Come on Doc, we can watch from here." Barry led Maura to the viewing room sparing her a worried glance. What Jane was proposing was daring, and might just work, but it could also backfire on them in a tragic way. It was rare they went to the extreme Jane was about to in there. Not unheard of, but still... it was always a gamble.

Jane tossed the case file on the table making sure that pictures from the scene fell out. The older woman's gasp was enough for her to know she touched a nerve. Her husband took her hand and looked steadily at Jane.

Maura also gasped, mirroring the actions from inside the room - shocked at the way Jane was behaving. She'd known Jane hit - albeit it not literally - a suspect hard with information before, but she'd never seen it done with such a look of hatred as Jane was displaying right at that moment.

"When can we leave?" the husband asked in accented English.

"Leave? Leave? You keep that bony ass of yours down on that chair. We haven't even gotten started yet." With barely a glance at either of them she pulled out a few of the more gruesome photos and their son's statement.

"I want to know how your son knows Dominique." Pulling no punches, Jane threw the name out there and wasn't disappointed when her suspect's father visibly flinched away from her. He recovered quickly, swallowing and looking at his wife for support but she appeared to be transfixed by the photos that Jane refused to put away.

"See something you like?" Jane suddenly asked, her attention firmly back on the woman again, making her recoil ever so slightly in her seat. Jane pulled even more photo's out of the manila file, spreading them with deliberate care. "You see, this has Dominique written all over it, and I know, you know something."

"Detective we came in because of our son. We don't know anyone named Dominique." Jane saw through the false bravado. She could almost feel Maura staring at her through the glass and knew without a doubt that she was hating her right now. It was a feeling she was used to whenever Dominique was involved.

Maura stood stock still, schooling her features before turning to her left; hatred furthest from her mind. Concern, worry, love, in fact a myriad of emotions, but hate wasn't even close to the surface. "Barry, please tell me Jane isn't going to blow this whole investigation by getting too aggressive in the interrogation."

Frost shuffled his feet slightly, before fiddling with his belt buckle. "Honestly, I don't know." Frost finally looked across at Maura. "Korsak knows Jane better than I do in situations like this. I haven't got a damn clue what she might do next."

"Then at least please tell me his presence in there will ensure she doesn't take it too far."

Maura began to twist the ring on her finger, totally unaware that her nervous habit had been triggered for the first time in a very long time: she'd made a concerted effort not to do it once she had seen Doyle doing the same in her morgue all that time ago when she discovered his relationship with her.

Frost tentatively smiled at Maura, allowing her to release a breath, knowing he felt confident with Korsak in the room.

Their attention was suddenly brought back to the interrogation room, as Jane pushed her chair back so hard, it hit the wall where the two way mirror was, the noise vibrating through the frame.

"I don't know how you can sit here without any sort of remorse, when the families of these victims don't get to see their loved ones ever again." Jane fought the crack in the voice, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Korsak taking a step forward, before stopping and moving back to his spot once he knew she had only thrown the chair for effect. Her full focus returned to the parents in the room. "There was a baby killed, as well as kids! Do you understand. Kids. Your kid killed others! Other kids!" This time she did allow the crack in her voice, knowing the emotion she displayed would add to the overall impact she wanted.

Jane leant forward in the most intimidating pose Maura could ever remember seeing her in. "Children... Mothers, Fathers... Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles. All slaughtered like animals in an abattoir by your son. Families so torn apart they will never recover from this. Possibly for generations."

The husband struggled to maintain his cool facade and Jane knew it and was getting ready to make him crack entirely. She knew by now that the Mother would protect her son at all costs. The father was the key. His son's life hung in the balance.

"She didn't give him a choice."

"No!" his wife slapped him across the face horrified at his words. Not only was he betraying the family, he was signing their death warrants.

"Quieta mujer! We don't have much choices." He looked at Jane, his eyes and tone of voice pleading with Jane to keep them safe. "She knows we're here detective. My nephew was home when we were brought in. He works for her since her return."

"Nos mata! Mi hijo!" Losing all sense she struck out at her husband wildly even as he tried to control her. Jane shook her head at the glass making sure no one else came in yet as Korsak maintained his solemn silent stance in the corner. She still had one more vital question.

"How? How are you connected to Dominique?" She kept her voice as neutral as possible.

Looking down at his now sobbing wife, he held her close to him. "My wife's half-brother is Dominque's father."

Jane sighed, closing her eyes briefly, before looking back at the two broken people at the table. "Last question, you said your nephew was there and works for Dominique, just how far is her reach into the family? Does it give her a supply of bodies and people to use?"

"Christ, she could have an army out there. All willing to die for her cause; because she's blood!"

Frost's whispered words barely registered, and Maura spun around in shock. He suddenly looked up at Maura, having hung his head as he spoken, shock across his features.

"Crap, I..."

Maura held a hand up, stopping Frost in his tracks. "Barry, I understand. Jane has to know, and it was a legitimate question. Until we know just who, or how many people Dominique has at her disposal, we're always going to be at some kind of disadvantage."

Frost merely nodded, as they both turned to watch as Jane carefully began to scoop the loose pictures back up, carefully placing them back in the file as she went. Neither had caught the answer from the parents about how many others in the family were involved, but both knew they would find out that potentially frightening statistic soon. Too soon in Maura's mind, but Maura was also a great believer that the unknown prospect was always scarier than the overall reality, and for now, she pushed that all to one side. Her greater concern was still, and would always be, Jane's well-being.

Korsak closed the door quietly as Jane strode out ahead of him, the file tucked under her one arm. She stopped where Maura and Frost were, before sighing.

"Maura, can we use your office?"

Maura's eyebrows rose at the question, but she didn't ask why, knowing Jane had a good reason, "Of course."

"Then that's where we need to go." Seeing Frost's questioning face, Jane quickly explained, "I know it isn't likely, but until we know just who helped her escape out of the prison, I don't want to have discussions about this damn case anywhere around the precinct where we might be overheard. Maura's office, though has two doors, also has locks and the privacy we need."

Jane then moved, and the other three trailed after, all thinking about the small amount, but vitally important information they had just discovered. It appeared that Dominique wasn't as helpless with the help as they had first predicted.

Finally, they arrived at Maura's office, and she quickly pulled the blinds closed, before shutting the doors and locking them. Jane had already sat down on the one sofa, Frost and Korsak were squashed up on the other. On another day, Maura would have found the sight of them squeezing in onto the small two seater funny. This was not the day. She walked to sit down alongside Jane, stopping for a second as her eyes caught the two pictures she and Frost had found at the last body left in Dominiques wake. Maura had been so caught up in the whole thing, she realized she had completely forgotten about them, and she was still shocked by what they represented.

Jane smiled quickly as Maura sat down besides her, Jane's face quickly slipping to a serious expression as she looked back at the notes she had begun to jot down. Jane desperately wanted to write down what she had learnt, while it was still fresh in her mind so she had notes for later, but also to keep it all in order as they plowed through the mountain of information they had. Her shorthand was only readable by her, but it was enough for what she needed it for. She tapped the side of her head as she recalled some of the conversation and wrote quickly, ignoring everyone else.

Finishing, she looked up to see the others waiting patiently for her. "Sorry, I had to get it down before I lost it."

"So what have we got?" Korsak wasted no time. He had seen the look on Maura's face when she caught sight of the pictures again and he wanted to move on a bit and as quickly as possible. Jane was focused and calmer, they needed to take advantage of that while it lasted.

"Well, to be blunt, we're screwed." Glancing at her notes, Jane continued. "Dominique has a much larger extended family here than we knew about. This kids father confirmed at least eleven others, three of whom are gang members, which means..."

"Which means we're going to have a damned war on our hands if they all side with her." Korsak ran a hand across his face, "Shit!"

"Wait a minute, isn't this what happened last time, she had family working with her?" Frost looked from his partner to Korsak, confusion evident on his face.

"Yes and no kid. See, last time, Dominique was backed by her dad and when he cut her off, that's when we got her. It looks like she's been cultivating these relationships for a bit since she's been locked up." Korsak looked at Jane for confirmation.

"Our suspect's father said this started in jail. One of her cousins was also incarcerated and recognized her. Offered her services." Jane's voice dripped with disgust. She knew better than anyone how persuasive and dangerous Dominique could be.

"But I don't understand, what are her intentions now?" Maura was trying to keep up with it all. "She has to know that we would find this out."

"It's simple. Right now her intentions are revenge, against everyone who was involved in her conviction. Not the judges, lawyers and all that crap. She wants to get to those who conned her into trusting them enough so we had the information to finally put her away. She wants us, and I'm head of the list. Surely you must realize that by now Maura?"

Maura nodded, accepting what Jane had just said. As much as she knew it was the truth, until Jane had said the words out loud, a tiny part of her was still hoping it was nothing more than a dangerous criminal out to wreak havoc in the local area to take control. Jane's words had cemented the truth, and now there was no way Maura could try and tell herself otherwise.

Swallowing nervously Maura glanced at the photos again and spoke her fears aloud, "and the pictures? Why leave those specific pictures Jane?"

"It's how she leaves a message to people she's out to get." Korsak said, "It's her way to show who's a target. Not necessarily the next on the list, but she also used pictures to show how she intended to take someone down."

"Why me though?" Maura looked confused. "I wasn't involved in her original trial. I didn't know Jane or you at the time."

"Somehow she's figured out what you mean to me Maura." Jane's voice was soft and full of anguish. This was all her fault. She had betrayed Dominique. Not just as an officer doing her job, but as a lover. Dominique had wanted her and had her all in the line of duty and Jane had betrayed that. For Dominique that was worse than anything else Jane could have done and now...

"But..."

"I betrayed her Maura! Do you get it? All of you!" She jumped to her feet and paced like a caged animal. "She wanted more than just for me to work for her and I let her believe I had given her that."

Realization dawned on Frost and catching Korsak's eye he realized Korsak knew nothing about this. Knowing better than to say anything he stood there in as much shock as the others. No one dared say anything, except Maura.

"Jane are you saying..."

"YES! That's exactly what the hell I'm saying. I fucking slept with her to get information and I was good at it! She fell for it...She fell for me. Hard." Jane ran out of steam and dropped onto the couch. Head in her hands she let out a sob as Jane realized she had now effectively signed Maura's death warrant with her idiotic sense of duty to the job.

Maura's shock showed on her face and gently crouched down in front of Jane, who refused to look at her, tears still falling. Grasping one of Jane's hands gently, Maura tugged just enough to get attention.

"You listen to me. I know how your mind works, and you cannot for one second feel responsible for Dominique and how she is behaving, or that she is targeting me now. What you did all those years ago, you did because of what you believed in. Justice for the victim. You still believe in the same thing; you couldn't have possibly known how your actions then would affect us today. You are not responsible for any of this Jane Rizzoli, Dominique is the one who's responsible."

The silence that fell was broken intermittently by the sound of Jane trying to compose herself.

Maura watched Jane carefully, before squeezing Jane's hand. "Do you believe me, or do I have to embarrass you and bring the middle name in to play?"

Jane couldn't stop the laughter than bubbled up, and immediately the tension in the room was broken.

"What's Jane's middle name?" Frost whispered to Korsak.

"Hell if I know, dammit, it looks like we're not going to either." Korsak mumbled, as Jane's face changed and she smiled at Maura.

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