Authors Note: Ok, so I am a new writer... Bear with me for a bit while I get the hang of this thing. Hopefully I'm not too horrible.

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After leaving the crime scene techs and Maura to finish cataloging the warehouse it was midnight, Jane and Korsak decided to head back to the precinct. Deciding to take the elevator to gain every little bit of time they could get before they would have to brief Lieutenant Sean Cavanaugh. Making the most of her time, she sent Maura a text, "Are you Ok? Going to brief Cavanaugh. Call you after?" Not waiting for a response she clipped her phone back on her belt and stepped out of the elevator to walk through the empty bullpen to get to the Lieutenants office with Korsak in tow.

With his pounding head in his hands, the Irish Bostonian stared up at his two senior detectives when he heard the soft knock on his door. Waving them in and gesturing them to sit down, he took a moment to look at how this case was affecting them. Noticing that within just a few hours this case has got them all tied up in knots, the first words out of his mouth surprised the two occupants sitting across from him. "Detectives, I mean no offense by this," taking a moment to properly collect his wording for what he had to say next, "Brass doesn't think that this is strictly homicide case, they have requested federal help. I supported their decision," holding his hand up to stall the protests from both of his detectives. Continuing, "We will be contacted within the hour of who they are sending to take over the case," stopped to allow for the comments.

Not surprisingly Rizzoli was the first to speak up or rather quasi yell, "Cavanaugh that is bull shit and you know it-"

Interrupting her Cavanaugh snapped, "Is it really Rizzoli! I wasn't even there, but the doc filled me in and sent me the preliminary crime scene photos. We are in over our heads and you are just arguing for the heck of it. Whoever they are sending might play ball with us. I want the son of a bitch who thinks that he can dump a shit ton of body parts in our back yard just as much as you do. We don't even know the extent of how far this goes. The feds bring in more resources and legs to work a case like this. Lets be smart about this." nodding their acceptance, Cavanaugh asked for them to fill them in of the details of what they know, which was next to nothing.

Discussing the circumstances at the warehouse for the next twenty minutes, they were interrupted by the shrill ringing of the Lieutenants phone. Picking up and listening to the conversation his face was one of a stone but as the conversation went on it grew increasingly confused. Leaning forward Jane and Vince leaned in trying to gleam what was being said on the other end as all Cavanaugh was giving them to go on was 'yes sirs' or 'no sirs'. Finally hanging up the phone, and staring at it sitting in the cradle. He looked at each detective with a confused look on his face.

"Sean, what is it?" asked Korsak.

"Well, I'm not quite sure," Sean stated.

"Who they sending to take over, the army?" Jane said sarcastically.

"No..," pausing and briefly wondering how exactly the hotheaded Rizzoli is going to respond to the information that he himself was coming to terms with. "…they are sending in the Air Force."

Not taking him seriously Korsak and Jane got a few good chuckles off of Sean. "Good one, I didn't think you had it in you," said Korsak.

Catching her breath, Jane asked, "No seriously, who are they sending?"

"The Air Force and the NID," Sean blankly stated looking at them unflinchingly to let them know that he was not playing around.

Looking on with a dumbfounded face, "You can't be serious?! This a joke right?! And who the fuck is the NID?!" snapped Jane rising to her feet.

"National Intelligence Department, or something or the other. I'm not quite sure. After HQ said the Air Force, I kinda didn't believe what I was hearing," replied Sean.

Still standing on her feet, starting to pace back and forth and yelling, "The Air Force…? The mother fuckin' Air Force?! What jurisdictional rights do they have?! Do they think this is some kind of joke to them? There is a pile of mutilated body parts in the middle of the city! What possibly could they do, it's not their field! I've never even heard of the National whatever. This is a freakin Joke."

Rising out of his chair with both hands still on his desk, "RIZZOLI!" Sean yelled to get her attention. Seeing her head snap in his direction, "I need you and Korsak on this, I don't like this just as much as you. But you will work with whomever they send over. Unconditionally."

Having kept quiet for most of the conversation, "Sean, they are send the Air Force for God's sake," stated Korsak.

Looking at his two best detectives straight in the eye to emphasize his point, "Unconditionally."

Not taking that for an answer Jane continued on, "This is ridiculous! You can't possibly expect me to let a group with no investigation experience waltz right in and-"

Still on his feet, the Lieutenant had reached his limit, "Detective Rizzoli you will do this or your ass will be sitting this one out. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Not liking what she was hearing, Jane merely huffed back at him and walking out the office slamming the door on her way out. Both the men watched as she grabbed her car keys off of her desk and walked out of the bullpen. "She needs to get behind me on this, or she is off the case. And that's even if we get to stay on this one," rasped Sean from yelling.

"Sean," Korsak grabbed his attention and taking a deep breath to compose himself, "You know as well as I do that she will follow your orders. She just gets hot headed sometimes when she cares."

Sitting back down and rubbing his face in an attempt to whip away some of the stress, "Her hot head is what I'm afraid of." Looking at the his desk and the paper work that he would have to fill out before the task force arrives he looked at Sergeant Korsak, "Go home Vince, get some rest I don't want to see you in until noon. No arguments. Grab Rizzoli and tell her the same, make sure that she is fresh and has a clear head for tomorrow. We will be meeting our guests tomorrow. Oh! And pass the message onto the doc too."

Getting up from the chair Korsak nodded at Sean, "You do the same, we all will need to be fresh for this one. Good night Sean." Taking his leave form the office he stopped at his desk, looking down at his phone he notice a message from Jane, This is BS. Going downstairs. Maura just got back. Sending her a text back, On my way down. LT is giving us the morning off. Getting up from his creaky chair, he made his way down to the morgue. After the elevator ride down he walked up to the doorway which held the entrance into the ME's examination room, not seeing them there he made his next stop to the door immediately after. Finding the two women sitting on the couch, he walked into the quiet office and sat down in one of Maura's expensive chairs. Noticing that the women were aware of his presence but not looking up it was easy to hide is discomfort from the day and from the not so comfortable chair. Easy up until the point that his squirming made itself know to Jane and Maura.

Finding honest amusement for the first time in a few hours, the two women just started chuckling. Not understanding what was so funny but continued to try and find a comfortable position he kept his eyes on the two women who were now looking at him trying to find it within themselves to stop the giggling. "What?" finally asked Vince as he finally found a quasi comfortable position that left him leaning more to one side than the other and his body sitting lower in the chair that left his head resting on the back of the chair.

The one question alone was enough to bring the giggles into a full-fledged laugh that left both women crying tears of laughter. Not necessarily enjoying being laughed at, Vince couldn't help but laugh with the two women's infectious joy. It was just the medicine they all needed at the moment. After the laughter finally died down, he dared asking again, "Seriously, what was so funny?"

Looking at Jane still chuckling, Maura smiled and turned back to Vince, "Well, Jane does not find my chair that comfortable either."

Smiling at the frivolity of the laughter, "Well if that's the case, how about we move our seating position to the Dirty Robber? I happen to know the owner, he tells me that the booths are quite comfortable and he is willing to keep the bar open past hours for a special few."

"Really as a law enforcement officer I would have to give said owner a citation unless said owner would be giving away free drinks tonight as well?" Always the sarcastic individual of the bunch Jane replied.

"Depends," Korsak paused for dramatic effect, "Will you be cooling your jets for tomorrow?"

Snorting at the word jets, "Yes," dragged out Jane.

Not understanding the significance of the joke Maura asked, "What's so funny about 'jets'?"

In unison Jane and Vince responded with a resonant, "Long story." Continuing after noticing the confused look still on the blonde, "We will tell you at the Robber." Turning to look at Korsak, "We will meet you there, Maura here is dead on her feet and I would feel better if I took her car and that way I could drive her home after. It's already one o'clock." Looking at Maura, "That okay with you?"

Smiling at Jane and putting her hand over Jane's, "Yes, thank you. But just one drink. I have a lot of work to get started on tomorrow."

It still amazed Korsak how Jane was oblivious to Maura and the feelings the two obviously shared. If you just kiss her right now Jane your life will change for the better forever, smiling to himself. But alas, Jane did not as usual and ignored what was so apparent reflected in each other's eyes for so long. Jane merely just squeezed Maura's hand and got up to grab Maura's Prius keys. You keep waiting and Maura will find someone else, I just hope that you figure it out before that happens, he thought.

Korsak knew for a long time the feelings the two had for each other. It was easy to see it, and was only confirmed one night when he wandered down to the Maura's office to leave some documents on her desk. He found her silently crying, when he asked why she told him her feelings and that she knew that Jane had to be the first one to make the move and that she could not keep it to herself for any longer. Ever since then he has been a shoulder for her to cry on, it's hard when there is unrequited love. But it is even harder when you know that the other person feels the same and just won't act on them. For both of their sakes he hoped that they two wonderful and deserving ladies found happiness in their lives. Seeing the sadness enter Maura's eyes at the continued refusal for Jane to admit her feelings, all Korsak could do was offer a comforting smile.

Standing up and walking towards Maura to offer her a hand to help her up, Maura responded with a bright but sad smile. "Thank you Vince," she mumbled.

Jane, seeing Korsak help Maura, "Hey how come you don't offer me a hand when I get up?

Smiling at Maura and with his back still to Jane, "That's because she is a lady."

"Har har, you're so funny. Real comedian," the sarcasm dripping Jane's words. "Alright you all ready to go, after today we all could use a drink," Jane said while waiting for the two to walk out with her.

"Right behind you Jane," replied Korsak.

Grabbing her purse, Maura and Korsak were off following in Jane's footsteps. Getting to Maura's car, Korsak helped her in being the gentleman that he was. "Yo Korsak, stop showing off!" Jane called jokingly from inside the car.

Coming to his defense, "Jane he is just being a gentleman, sometimes its nice to be treated like a lady," stated Maura as Korsak smiled at her defending him and shutting the door.

Starting the car and waiting for Korsak to walk away for the vehicle. Jane mumbled, "Gentleman my ass."

Pulling out of the garage on their way to the Dirty Robber, Jane and Maura filled the short drive over with a conversation about how if Korsak was such a gentleman than Jane should be deserving of the actions too which ended up continuing at their destination. To which Korsak's and Maura's stance was that if he did, then Jane would only be angry that he treated her that way which ultimately agreed with. It was just what they needed, a conversation filled with laughter to alleviate the evils of what they saw earlier in the day. It was not until three in the morning that they all left the building after trading notes of what the three had gleamed about the case so far. Inclusive of the news of the task force that was forming, and would meet the next afternoon.

Meanwhile, the shrill ringing of a cordless bedside phone was ringing woke up one Air Force Colonel. Blindly reaching for the phone, she thought, Can't even be on shore leave for a week before I get a phone call. Terrific. With a sleep ridden voice she managed to rasp out a sharp, "Carter."

"Well damn Carter, you don't have to let those eagles go to your head when just answering the freakin phone," replied the gruff voice.

Immediately recognizing who it was she quickly pulled herself up into a seated position and sung her legs over the bed. "Sir! I-," she quickly responded.

"Ever the soldier, not even a 'Hi Jack' or 'How are you doing Jack? Been fishing?'" he replied cutting her off.

"Sir I-" she started to say again but was cut off.

"Oh relax Carter," he laughed.

Rubbing her hand on her forehead at how easy it was still for one Brigadier General Jack O'Neill to get under her skin. "Sir, I take it this is not a house call if you are calling at…," looking at the clock next to the phones cradle, "…three in the morning."

Remembering the purpose for the call, he cleared his throat, "Carter do you remember the details of the Area 51 raid that happened a month ago?"

"Yes sir, we were able to conclude that The Trust was responsible. They were able to remove artifacts from the base with the help of a planted inside man. A Doctor Moji, I recall, he planted particle-enhancing devices on several pieces of technology and they were then able to beam out the tech. You had me dispatch the USS Hammond who was on dry dock on the lunar base to scan the area for any ship, we did not find any," Carter responded with the sleep from her voice wearing off as she spoke.

"Correct," he responded.

"Well, don't get me wrong sir I do enjoy reminiscing with you but what does this have to do with me now?" Carter questioned.

Laughing nervously, knowing that his former second in command was ever the career soldier that was like an energizer bunny when it came to working, he feared her reaction of the news fact that her vacation would be cut short especially on the eve of celebrating Cassandra's new job at Northwestern Memorial Hospital as a Virologist. "Here is the thing Sam, I know that you just got shore leave, and you planned to spend these next two weeks with Cassy to congratulate her. I could not be anymore proud of her myself, shit Janet would have been so proud of her." Talking about Janet was still hard for all of those who knew her, for she was their soul, their glue. And when the petite doctor was taken out of their life, it was just not the same. It was worse for Sam and Cassy, because Cassy lost her mother and Sam lost her love of her life that day. It was no secret to Sam and Janet's inner circle the circumstances of their relationship, they all were so happy for them and would have protected their secrete with their lives.

Choking up a bit at the thought of how proud Janet would be at how their daughter has become a well-adjusted young women working at one of the top hospitals in the world, "Yes Jack she would have been proud." Taking a deep calming breath and clearing her voice, "There was something that you wanted to ask Sir?" easily shifting back into Colonel Carter rather than widow Sam.

Pulling his thoughts from Janet and clearing his voice too, "I need you to pack a bag for a couple of weeks, there is a driver sitting outside your house waiting to take you to the Academy air field. There is an NID agent in the car waiting to brief you on the specifics. From there you will pilot a F-22 to Boston, we need you there as fast as possible. We can't afford to beam you there with an unsecured location. It seems The Trust has reared its ugly head and I want you there to be the one to catch the bastards once and for all. If we are smart about this we can keep them out of the know, that we know, what they don't know, you know."

Rolling her eyes at his usual poor joke, "Give me 30 minutes Sir." Getting out of bed and looking out the window of her bedroom that faced the front of the house to confirm the presence of the government vehicle parted on the street.

"You've got 15 Carter," responding curtly and hanging up the phone.

Pulling the phone from her ear, she sighed and closed her eyes preparing her thoughts on what she was going to say to Cassy to get her to understand why she was leaving to her to go off and find The Trust instead of using her vacation. She did not have long to think before she heard Cassy's deeper voice, "That was Uncle Jack wasn't it?"

Bowing her head at the thought of once again disappointing her daughter, "Yeah." Pausing and taking a steadying breath, "He is sending me to Boston."

Stepping into the room to walk up behind Sam and hug her, "Sam I know that you wanted to spend some time with me before I left home for Chicago, but I understand that you need to go. We have been through this enough times that I know you would not leave unless it was for a good reason. You can make it up to me by spending some time with me in Chicago. Besides Uncle Jack already asked me if I was okay with you going." Turning around and the words Cassy spoke, Sam looked down at her daughter with mild shock. "Oh don't look so surprised Sam! There is another Fraiser around again that can threaten him with big needles, he wouldn't dare cross me. I did learn from the best you know," Cassy smiled.

Smiling at her daughter and nodding her head in the affirmative, "The bestest," she whispered.

Pulling her second mother close for another hug, she mumbled, "Besides now I get to drive Uncle Jack's truck to move my stuff back. T is coming too." Squeezing just a bit tighter then letting Sam go, "Now we just have to get you a small bag packed for a few days. Jack told me to just get you out the door and that he will have a airman swing by in the afternoon to pick up whatever else you may need in Boston. So let me guess," Cassy said walking into Sam's bedroom closet. "Full dress blues, fatigues, a pant suit and something casual for now. I'll pack the rest later, why don't you go grab your laptop."

Coming out of the closet with the cloths that Sam would need, Cassy looked up in time to see her mother's 'Yes ma'am' preformed with a perfect salute and about face to grab the laptop out of the study.

It took less than ten minutes with the two working together to get Sam dressed and out the door in time. Standing on the porch and setting down the flight bag they were able to reasonably fit everything into, Sam grabbed Cassy and squeezed her with a bone crushing hug. "Jesus Sam, I know you are strong and all but you don't have to prove it. I can't breath," Cassy laughed into the hard fabric of the flight suite Sam was wearing. With Sam easing up, Cassy pulled back to look in her eyes, "I need for you to be safe out there, and as always I say this with love… be open to others. Mom would say the same." Knowing exactly what Cassy meant, Sam just gave her a sad smile and small nod. It was hard for Sam to contemplate moving on, so Sam did what she always did. She threw herself in her work. Giving Sam a kiss on her cheek, Cassy let go of her and leaned down to pick up the bag and handed it off to her mother. Catching Sam's eye before she started down the stairs, "Sam, I mean it. Just think about will you please. You maybe surprised at what may happen."

Turning and taking the four steps quickly but stopping ones at the bottom and turning back to her former charge, "I will." Noticing Cassy's smile, Sam gave a final wave and made her way to the parked car that would be carrying her off to plain in the direction to who knows what dangerous situation.

Again Reviews always welcome. I don't if I'm peaking your guys interest with this story or if I should just rework it.