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"Do we have to go? I really don't like New York... It's full of Yankees fans. That and the NYPD should be able to figure things out themselves." Jane was clearly upset at the situation her and Maura had found themselves in.
"Jane, New York is one of the most interesting places I have ever been. Not only is it culturally diverse but there are plenty of museums, good restaurants and interesting people to meet! You should be honoured that out of anyone in the country, they called us over the FBI or the CIA to help." Maura was thrilled to be able to explore the Moma again as it had been years since she had visited the city.
"If you were more of an avid sports fan, you would feel my pain." muttered Jane as she crossed her arms and pouted.
The flight was quick and uneventful. Jane read a sports magazine and Maura delved into a French version of Les Miserables, one of her favourite novels.
As they collected their luggage, a voice came from behind them "Ah, Dr. Maura Isles, more stunning than I could have imagined." Both Jane and Maura turned sharply to see Rick Castle with a smirk on his face. Jane felt jealousy envelop her at his words. After all, Maura was hers, she just hadn't told her yet. The sultry and confident detective was terrified of sharing her feelings, especially those of lesbian nature. Kate Beckett was giving him a look that could kill, rolling her eyes at the typically boyish and flirty manner her husband spoke to other women in.
Deep down she knew that he would always be faithful but needed to ensure he was kept in line every once in a while. Pushing her hand out to Jane, she faked a smile and said " Based on my partner's comment, you must be Detective Jane Rizzoli. It's a pleasure to meet you, I am..." "Detective Kate Beckett, I remember when you saved the senator." Jane cut her off as she shook Beckett's extended hand. "Yes, please don't mind Castle, he has always been a giant man-child yet charming enough that I married him."
"Richard Castle, author of the Nikki Heat series. Not usually my reading of choice but fun nonetheless." Maura piped in, trying to alleviate some of the tension among the four of them. Castle smirked at the look of shock on Jane's face as she never expected her best friend to be a fan of such novels.
"Let's get to the station. I can fill you in on the case while we drive." Beckett turned and began to walk towards the exit while the others followed.
"Seems like we're in for a treat eh, Maur?" whispered Jane.
"Oh shush. He seems charming and the only reason you're grumpy is because you're used to being the only alpha-female cop in the room." replied Maura with a smile and wink. "Besides, everything happens for a reason, we should make the best of our time with these two colourful characters."
Traffic was heavy being a Monday morning and all. "So what are we dealing with Detective Beckett? Must be pretty serious if you're calling a couple of bean heads in." quipped Jane as Castle drove them towards the precinct.
"Actually, we are in dire need of some Boston help here as we believe that our case may have something to do with the Boston mob. More specifically we believe that Paddy Doyle may have some ties to our case. Considering both of your history with him, we feel that you will be am asset to solve this."
Jane could feel the rage building up inside her. Cavanaugh did not give them any indication of what was waiting for them in New York. She could see the look of dismay on Maura's face and was ready to protect her best friend from any potential danger. "So you brought us here knowing full well that Dr. Isles is his daughter? You damn well know that this could jeopardize her safety! What the fuck were you thinking?"
"We had no choice Rizzoli, she may be the only one who can help. The intricacies of the case baffled everyone we have contacted so far and we figured who better to ask than the daughter of a mobster and her cop friend?"
"He is my biological father." corrected Maura "I know him about as well as you do Detective Beckett."
"May I interject? You both can provide insight to this that we as New Yorkers cannot. Any help would be beneficial. After all, everything happens for a reason." Castle ignored the glare from both detectives in the car.