Little Black Book
Chapter Nine, Executive Decisions & Epilogue

AN: And here is the end. This story has been such an amazing joy for me to write. Thank you everyone for reading along with me. I tried to make it as bittersweet a happy ending as I could. The story was hard to finish, I got eaten by Warehouse 13, but mostly I didn't want to continue to destroy the happiness I'd built for Jane and Maura. So I made it better. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Deals with child neglect, disturbing imagery, nasty murders, and naturally, hot lesbian sex.
Notes: This is planned to be nine parts, with the plot fairly well mapped out. Will be x-posting to and will respond to reviews both here and there. Takes place sometime within canon but not after the S1 finale.

It comes in waves, the grief, and then the sorrow. Jane is resolute in her dedication to going through with it. Mr. and Mrs. Jeffery are quite a nice couple, unable to have children of their own, fostering to adoption. They are well off, he's a high school football coach and vice principle, she's in some sort of medical research field through Harvard. They're good people, qualified people, they love the Sox.

This is actually a standard that Jane will not back down on.

Jake will be perfect for them. He's talking to Mr. Jeffery now, Alec - about baseball and statistics. Jane can see that Mr. Jeffery is impressed. His eyebrows are raised high and his big hands are clasped around Jake's little ones to keep him from shaking as he excitedly talks. It's almost sick it's so adorable.

"Thank you," Mrs. Jeffery says to Maura, holding back and hovering by the door. Jane turns, watching them with narrowed eyes. She knows that Maura did not want to be here, that she's taking this a lot harder than Jane is brave enough to show.

Can't be weak, can't show defeat.

Stay strong for Maura.

"Thank you for giving him a place when he had none."

Maura's eyes are sad and quiet, "It was nothing..." She looks away, "I wanted to keep him."

"Why didn't you then?" Mrs. Jeffery asks and Maura swallows, Jane can see her throat expand and then contract - and she hates this. She wants to go to Maura, to tell her that it will be alright. It won't be though. Not for a long time.

"We're too close to the case," Maura supplies in a hesitant voice. "CPS did not think it wise."

Jane clears her throat and Mrs. Jeffery turns to watch as she pulls on her jacket. The weather is cold and rainy today, much like Jane's mood. She's got to go arrest Davis Benoit; she's got to do it soon before he figures out that they're on to him. The DA had wanted to wait until Monday, but Frost had rushed the arrest warrant over his head and straight to a judge.

They prefer it that way, that way the doubt is all but gone. They had him dead to rights as it was. The one silver lining to this already horrible situation.

"I have to go to work," Jane says quietly, nodding to Mr. Jeffery. They've talked to Jake, promised to visit if his new family allows it. She doesn't know that they will. They're a lot of bad memories of the worst time in his life for Jake. Jane wouldn't blame him if he never wanted to see them again.

Her hand finds Maura's and she pulls, gently. "Come on, I'll drive you home."

Jake is crying now, pulling his hands free of Mr. Jeffery's and running over to throw his arms around Maura's knees. He stays there until Maura bends and picks him up. There's not much she can say, but as he buries his nose in her hair, Jane can see Maura's heart breaking a little inside. It just isn't fair. Nothing about this is fair, but it is how life goes.

"Bud," Jane begins, stepping closer, into Maura's personal space. "You gotta be good for them okay?"

Jake nods, still crying into Maura's shoulder. "I will," he promises.

"We'll visit," It sounds an empty promise. Easily made, easily broken. She's not one of those people. Jane always keeps her promises. Even at the end of the day, when she's had nothing but misery all day, she will keep her promises.

Jane turns, crossing over to offer her hand to Mr. Jeffery. "Alec," she says quietly, "teach him how to play ball."

Mr. Jeffery laughs, "I'm not much of a baseball guy, but I know a few things."

"Football's too dangerous, he's small." Jane points out.

They both smile, "He's got a few years before that's even an option, Detective Rizzoli." Peewee football didn't start until kids were around eleven or so anyway.

Jane tells herself when she walks away that that will not be the last time she sees Jacob Turman. Maura's fingers slip into her hand and Jane squeezes reassuringly. This is for the best.

In the car she falls apart, Maura's arms around her in the CPS parking lot. She wants to die, wants to go back in there and tell them no. Jake is theirs, they were the ones who gave him what he needed when he needed it most. It isn't fair.

Neither is life.


Davis Benoit's downtown apartment building is quiet as Jane directs the backup team to cover the rear entrance. There are a few lights on, but it's midafternoon on a Sunday and most normal, sensible people are either out at church, or just enjoying the city. Boston has a lot to offer, Jane's never felt compelled to leave it.

Jane knows better than to expect Davis Benoit to be out. He's a writer, obsessive. He'll stay in and finish what he's started.

Frost's face is drawn into a hard line. It's been like that all day, since Jane came in to work and took her murderous mood out on the bullpen at large as they put together an assault plan. She hadn't meant it, well not much. She is just so angry at the whole situation and there is so little that she could do about it. She knew that it was the right decision for Jake and she hated herself for being okay with that.

They glance at each other, speaking the language that only partners on the job can. He raises an eyebrow and she shrugs. She doesn't really know if he's there. They've ascertained that his car is at least. That's something.

"Are you ready?" She whispers, covering her radio mouthpiece with her hand and tilting her head towards the door where swat is already getting ready to kick down the door.

His grin is almost manic, and Jane knows then that he's on board. "I was born ready, Jane." He boasts, cocking his gun and stepping behind the swat commander.

The signal is given and they spring into action. Jane follows Officer Jiminez, an older and veteran SWAT guy that plays on the BPD hockey team in the winter. Jane can't afford to play the sport on her salary, the gear's too expensive, but she tries to go to as many games as she's able to. Gotta support the boys in blue.

"Stairwell's clear," Jane mutters into her radio, stepping around the first floor landing and moving up towards the second level. Her feet are silent on the stairs and she takes them slowly and cautiously. She's only got a vest on, she'll let the SWAT guys go first. It's their job after all, why they're paid more and have better gear.

Benoit's apartment door is at the end of a hallway, Jane waits as Jiminez knocks on the door, shouting that he has a search warrant and then kicking down the door. They're all moving as one, cutting into the small and creepily empty space. Benoit is there, shouting, Jane raises her gun, and he falls to his knees, hands held up in surrender.

Jane bends down and begins to recite Miranda as she cuffs him. He's wanting to know what the charges are, what he's done. Jane scowls at him, and tells him that he should know. He wrote it all down in his fucking novel after all.

She's not having a good day, but she's a professional. She won't beat the guy up just because she can. She's not one of those kinds of cops - at least not on a bad day.

They get Benoit situated in a cruiser and Jane pulls out her cell phone. Her fingers are shaking as she pushes the speed dial button for Maura. She doesn't know what to say when Maura picks up on the second ring.

"Jane?" Maura's voice is quiet, but Jane knows concern when it's barely veiled behind Maura's already transparent 'nonchalant' tone.

She exhales, hand resting on the cool metal of the outside of the cruiser. Benoit is cussing out the duty officer sitting in the driver's seat; she can hear his muffled curses through the door. "We got 'im, Maura. We have him."

Maura seems to sigh in relief. She hums passively, "It's nice when you do something on the job that doesn't make more work for me."

Jane wants to stick her tongue at Maura. She knows that Maura loves the work and that's why she does it. God knew that Maura didn't need to work, and yet she got up at five every morning to make her shifts and to get her run in before.

"I'm really grateful," Jane muttered, stepping away from the crowd of officers gathered around the car. This case had been so easy, really. He'd left DNA at the crime scene, under Valarie Richard's fingernails, and on his book that Jake had so helpfully liberated from him. Jane was positive that if they were to go through his apartment that they'd find the remnants of the clothing he'd worn that night.

Davis Benoit would have wanted to relive what he'd done, Jane was sure of that. It was part of the fun, the thrill of the whole thing.

"Mn?" Maura prompted as Jane had trailed off, thinking about the case.

"Grateful to Jake," Jane said quietly. The loss of him cut through her like a knife but Jane wasn't an idiot. She knew that it had to be this way. That Jake would be loved and cared for and probably even adopted by his new family. "He brought us together."

She knows Maura agrees with her. Maura doesn't need to say it, but Jane's happy when she does anyway. "It was too soon."

Jane hates being the only one who can truly voice such opinions. She didn't want to say it to Maura before. It didn't seem fair to tell someone you are so newly in love with that having a child would further complicate and potentially ruin matters. She just wanted them both to be happy. Jake too, even if she hated that he had to go.

"We're too soon," Jane agrees. Maybe someday, in the far-off future, if this works out better than just being friends, they can think about having a family again. For now their family is two turtles, a dog and two people. The aching wound that Jake left at his departure will close with time, Jane's mother hand promised her that. "It's not fair to us or to Jake to put him through it."

Maura makes an affirmative noise and Jane hears Frost and Korsak calling her name. "Look, I gotta go," Jane begins, speaking quickly as she walks back through the crowd of officers and SWAT guys now starting to take off some of their body armor. "We gotta get this guy booked. I don't know if I'll interview him tonight or tomorrow, but regardless, I'll be home at the usual time."

"Alright." Maura says. "I will see you then."

"Bye," Jane hangs up and turns to Korsak, who's grinning like a mad man. "He's confessed half of it already. Murphy – he's the duty officer – is recording him on the onboard camera in the car."

Jane gives a quiet whoop (there might have been a fist bump too) and then sighs. At least some justice will be done for Jake. If he confesses and takes the charges offered to him instead of dragging it to trial, this can all go away sooner and they – especially Jake – can move on with their lives.

She rides with the duty officer back to the station, listing to Benoit ramble on about stuff. He's talking about Hitchcock now, how the movie Ropegave him the idea in the first place and how most excellent an idea it was. Jane wasn't about to correct him with some googlemouth of her own about how it was actually based on a play and shouldn't he look into his opus before he, you know, did a thing?

The booking process is long and arduous. Jane hates it, always has. She gets fingerprinting ink on her fingers and then all over the paperwork and the duty clerk scowls at her as she doesn't wipe it up. She doesn't give two shits, but honestly, it's annoying to come back to it later.

Three hours later they have Benoit sitting in Interview One waiting for his lawyer. Jane knows the guy, Alan. He's a decent enough sort of a guy, totally a stuffed shirt and Jane doesn't much care for guys like him to begin with – but he'll give Benoit the best defense he can while being undeniably guilty.

"Why'd he do it, Rizzoli?" Alan Larkin, all boyish good looks and a smug smile, asks as he pins his visitor's pass to the lapel of his jacket.

Jane makes a dismissive gesture with her hand and goes back to her report. "Wanted to know how it felt," she shrugs as she checks a box on the form.

Alan's face falls and he mutters, "Oh goody."

She smirks across the desk at Frost as Alan Larkin is buzzed into Interview One to meet his clearly crazy client.


It's late when Jane gets back to Maura's, later than she intended. Larkin had wanted to discuss pleas already, and Jane had pointed out that it was a Sunday night and they were lucky to have gotten a fucking arrest warrant. He was welcome to wake up the DA if that was what he wanted, Jane was going home.

The drive was uneventful and when Jane pulls into Maura's driveway, she sees Jo Friday in the window, barking excitedly at her. She smiles, puts the car in park and heads inside.

"Honey," she calls when she is finally inside and Jo has been given a good pat and her shoes are off. "I'm home."

From the kitchen, Jane can hear Maura chuckle.

She smiles, it comes easily to her face even after the day she's had. Maura's always managed to do that, always managed to take what little cheer Jane can find in a situation and bring it out full tilt. Jane likes it, she can have fun with Maura without feeling the pressures of her job, of her life.

Maura is drinking wine at the island in the kitchen, holding the glass between her thumb and forefinger. It's a smaller glass, one that's not actually meant for wine, but for sherry, or something else that ladies in the twenties would drink like fish. Maura found them at a yard sale in New Hampshire last summer and fell in love with them, all rose pink and depression glass.

If Jane hadn't hated yardsaling with a passion, she would have been quite happy for Maura.

"Sorry that that took a while," Jane mutters, tossing her keys onto the counter and pulling her gun and badge off of her belt. She sets them both down there, grateful for the first time that she did not have to worry about a small child getting his hands on them. It's a horrible thing to think, but Jane knew that it was a good thing. So much about their lives was not geared toward children, and while they were a happy family for a week – it probably wouldn't last much longer than Jake deciding that he wanted to play with Jane's gun.

"When you mentioned Alan Larkin, I figured that it might," Maura says with pursed lips as she takes another sip of wine. "he's rather long-winded."

Jane takes the wine glass from her hands and leans down to kiss Maura. She tastes like the wine she's drinking, sour and tart. Not the best year, in Jane's opinion, but Maura seems to like it – bitter aftertaste and all.

"I missed you," Jane whispers, confession filling her heart.

Maura's fingers twine together with her own and Jane slumps down onto the stool next to Maura. She can't look at her then, she misses Jake and the easy companionship that the three of them had too much in that moment.

She won't let this destroy them before they can really get started.

"I saw you this morning, and at lunch," Maura points out.

Jane sighs. "The guys at work are looking at me as though I'll break – because of what happened with Jake." She hates it. She knows that they all knew it was the right thing to do. Hell, they even encouraged it to some degree (Frost more than anyone else) and yet she hates it all the same. It is a personal loss, a solved case for the department, and Jane is fucking miserable. "I'm not made of glass."

"It's understandable," Maura agrees. Jane looks at her then, so beautiful, so wounded. They did this to themselves, they should have let Spencer Jones take Jake on Monday, before they could get even a little attached. "It's a recent wound."

There are no words to say to that. Jane leans forward and kisses Maura again, this time fully on the mouth. Her hands tangle in Maura's hair, reveling in the softness of it, of how good she feels. She's not going to let this break them. They are too good, this is too wonderful.

"Maur," Jane breathes, their lips just barely parted. "I can't let this destroy us."

Maura lips are smiling as she leans forward. "I don't think it ever could."

They kiss long into the night, their bodies losing feel of anything but the world around them. They both know, somewhere in Boston, a little boy that changed their lives for the better is tucked into a warm bed with a family that is just now growing to love him.

And all was well.


"We're gunna be late!" Jane calls up the stairs as she puts on her coat. Its mid-April, and the first game of the little league season is today. Jane requested the day off weeks ago and Maura made sure that the scheduling at the ME's office would ensure that she was not even remotely, possibly, on call for the day.

Maura comes down the stairs in a pair of jeans and running shoes. Jane takes a moment to let that sink in as Maura finishes buttoning up what is quite obviously Jane's favorite flannel shirt.

"You're wearing my shirt," Jane says, opening the closet door and rummaging for Maura's jacket.

Maura gives her an impish smile. "You weren't wearing it."

Jane rolls her eyes and tosses Maura her coat. "I don't suppose that you're wearing my socks too."

They've been living together for close to six months now. It's as easy as Jane thought it would be, their bodies were already accustomed to being around each other constantly, and it saves Jane a lot of money on rent. Her mother hadn't been particularly thrilled – and had mentioned something about living together out of wedlock being a sin. Jane had rolled her eyes at that as everything about this relationship, by that vernacular, would be a sin, and had told her mother to just shut up and help her move.

And it had worked.

"Oh my god no," Maura looks horrified. "Even though I live with you the idea of sharing the bacteria that clearly is growing on your socks is just…" She shivers uncontrollably, look of disgust creeping across her face.

Jane grins wolfishly at Maura as she trails off, wiggling her eyebrows and trying to goad an even more hilarious reaction of Maura.

She is ignored, her face falls, and Maura tosses Jane a hat from somewhere in the hall closet. It's got the logo of the team they're going to see on it, Jane smiles.

"Did you get them made?"

"No, Alec Jeffery sent me them when I told him that we were going to go to the game," Maura explained, producing another and pulling it onto her head. She looked ridiculous, adorable, beautiful. So many things all at once.

"You're amazing," Jane says, keys in hand.

It had only been six months, but they could already see the change in Jake. They'd seen him a few times. The Jeffery family was probably going to add Jake as a permanent member and Jane was really happy for them both – he deserved the happiness.

Benoit had plead out – Alan Larkin was good for something after all, it seemed. Jane was grateful that Jake had been spared the ordeal of a trial. No one had needed to look at those horrible images again, Jake least of all.

The little league field is in a park on the other side of town, Maura drives, Jane contemplates the GPS and moodily stews as Maura meticulously maintains the speed limit. They arrive, somehow, right on time.

There are parents there, of every race that Jane can think of and then some. Maura doesn't live in a diverse neighborhood like this, hell, when Jane lived in town she didn't live with this much diversity. She likes it, its gunna be good for Jake.

She can see him sitting with the older boys now, tossing a ball back and forth in the back of the bullpen.

Kid's got moves, Jane leans into Maura. "He looks happy," she whispers.

Maura's eyes are sad, but they're shining with something that might be pride. "I know."

Jake hits a home run in the bottom of the fifth.

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