Well hello there! I am so sorry that it's taken me so long to get this chapter up. I was just not feeling it, and now I've had to adjust to the school routine (ugh).

So I hope you like this one. I would like to warn you the end does include some needles so if you dislike needles here is your trigger warning. Other than that, I don't think that anything else should be too scary.

Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from R&I but I do own the ones that are the victims and the perpetrators.

"Jane! You look hot. What can I do for you?" Giovanni grinned at Jane, who rolled her eyes at his antics but responded just the same.

"We're investigating a homicide and-"

"Oh god, what happened? Is it another explosion like the one that I saw?" Giovanni interrupted with a worried look on his face.

Jane gave an incredulous look, "Okay first of all, Giovanni, calm down. It wasn't an explosion. Secondly, you've gotta let me finish, because time is running short for us and we need to find our suspect, who, apparently works here. Do you have anyone who works here by the name of Dave Sunderland?"

"Oh yeah! Davie. He's a good guy. Not so hot. But he's a good guy despite his past. You know it just goes to show the great work you've been doing. What do you need to know about him?"

"We just need to know where he is. Is he here right now?" Korsak stepped in. He could tell Jane's patience was already wearing thin.

"No, actually. He hasn't been to work in a couple days. It's strange, he left suddenly, leaving a note behind saying that he had to go to his parent's house. Something had come up like some sort of family emergency or something like that."

"Do you know where that is?" Jane asked.

"No, sorry. I'd tell you if I knew though."

"Okay. Thanks Giovanni," Jane said, "Come on Korsak let's go see if we can find an address."

Oh, Jane! Are you and Dr. Isles still…?"

Korsak looked at Jane who gave a resigning sigh, "Yes. We are. And yes, Giovanni, for the billionth time- you know what? No. I'm so done with all this. Maura and I are still together but there is no way in hell that we'll call you for a three some. Our sex life is satisfying enough, so we don't need your dick to make it better."

Givoanni stared at her, and Korsak looked taken aback. Giovanni finally found the voice to say, "Wow. That was hot. Bye Jane!"

Jane threw her hands up in the air in annoyance and walked out of the shop, Korsak behind her.

"So… you and Dr. Isles, huh? I'm happy for you two, but I can honestly say I wasn't surprised."

Jane laughed nervously, "No, Korsak we aren't together. It's just a ruse we created to get Giovanni off Maura's back, because he tried to lick her face. Don't," She said holding up her hand at Korsak's confused look, "ask questions. It's a long story. But he's one of those people who thinks that lesbians are hot and wants to have threesomes with them. So he's been bothering us since we fake got together."

They were on their way back to the BPD, and Korsak asked his question before he lost the will. "Jane, I'm your old partner, and I'm probably the only one, besides Dr. Isles, with the balls big enough to ask you the tough questions. So I'm going to ask you this. You love her, don't you? Don't deny it, Rizzoli. I'm a seasoned detective and it's plainly written on your faces when you two look at each other."

Jane sighed in resignation and hung her head, "Yeah, Korsak. I do. I really do. She's… everything I could ever want in a girl."

"So are you…?" Korsak asked, not knowing how to proceed.

"Yeah. I am. But the problem with that is, I'm fairly certain Maura isn't. She goes on dates with guys. I'm learning to get over it though. I'll be fine. Right now we gotta focus on the case. I can't focus on my love life, or lack thereof right now."

They walked up the steps to the BPD and headed back to the bullpen to find an address for Dave Sunderland.

Meanwhile in the morgue, Maura and Suzie were analyzing samples from an old cold case. Suzie had wanted to try and solve a cold case to improve her forensic technique, and so she could impress Maura. Her role model.

"Doctor Isles, forgive me for noticing, but I saw the way you looked at Detective Rizzoli as she walked out of the bullpen. You were looking at her… forgive me again… with a possessive and lustful look in your eyes."

Maura started, "Oh! I was? I didn't notice. I was just observing her as she walked out. I didn't realize I appeared that way. While it is true that Jane is very attractive, I'm not attracted to her in that… in that…" She gasped for air as hives spread across her chest and she signed in resignation, "Please don't tell anyone Suzie! It would be mortifying if she found out that I… I love her."

Suzie's face softened into a smile, "Of course I won't Dr. Isles."

"Thank you Suzie."

"You're welcome Doctor."

"Now let's get back to work, I can't have this distracting me more than it already is."

Suzie nodded, "Now it appears that appears that this victim had similar injuries to our current victim…"

Maura looked over at Suzie's reports, "What? Oh, I guess she did. Suzie, can I look at the file please? Thank you," She read over the medical files and frowned, "That's strange… This looks like a very similar case. Woman found in the park, drug overdose, early stages of pregnancy, other injuries to try and mislead the authorities. The only difference was that she was out of college and it happened in 1970. I'd better call Jane about this."

Maura pulled her phone out of her jeans pocket and speed dialed Jane, who picked up on the second ring.

"Hey Maur, what's up?" Jane said, and Maura's heart beat sped up a bit upon hearing the rasp to her friend's voice.

"Um…" Maura gathered her thoughts, "Suzie and I were looking at an old cold case, as we've both finished our work for the day, and we came across an interesting discovery. The victim we're looking at is very similar to the one we're investigating now. Similar MO and everything. Would you like to come take a look?"

"Yeah, sure, I'll be right down there," Jane said before hanging up.

Maura smoothed her skirt down and gathered the papers to make presenting them to Jane easier. And a few minutes later, Jane strolled in to the morgue, inquiring about the victim from the past.

"Alright, what've you got for me babe?" Jane said.

There was a shocked silence as what was said sunk in, and Jane and Maura stared at each other intensely, tension thickening. Maura didn't know how to respond without making things more awkward, but she tried.

"Um, well… babe, I have reports for you that Senior Criminalist Chang found, and investigated herself. There are similarities to the case we're investigating right now. Same MO, however, the victim was older and out of college. She was pregnant as well."

Jane shook her head and regained her composure. She walked over to Maura's side to look at the files, placing her hand lightly on Maura's lower back, "Nice work, Suzie. Okay, let's see…" She scanned the pages, flipping them back and forth, "Wait, the suspect was a Paul Sunderland… What the hell? That's, that's Dave's father. It says he was never convicted. Suzie, can you retrieve DNA from Paul and match it to the DNA found on the victim, this, Leila Jones?"

"Of course Detective, I'll get right on it. I'll have the results rushed," Suzie nodded, before making her way out to get the samples.

"Okay, and Maur, can you do me a favor and give me the records from your autopsy of Ashley?"

"Yes, come with me to my office and I'll give them to you."

In Maura's office, she watched as Jane focused on the papers. She noticed the way her tongue would flick out occasionally, how her eyebrows would knit together, how her eyes scanned the pages, her trained eyes looking for similarities.

She vaguely wondered what Jane's tongue would feel like flicking across her body. But she quickly reprimanded herself for thinking that way.

"Maur?" Jane asked, "Everything okay over there? You gasped slightly and you look like you've just seen the Holy Grail or something."

"Oh! Yes, Jane I'm fine. I just… my mind wandered."

"To what?" Jane grinned.

"What do you mean?" Maura quipped, hoping that her social cues were correct.

"Maura you… ugh I hate that I'm saying this, but you look… turned on okay? So that's why I want to know if everything is okay."

The ME blushed furiously. She was, in fact, aroused. She didn't know how to skirt around the question.

"Well… yes. I am."

"Can I help?"

"Can you… Jane what is going on?"

Jane sighed, "Look… Maur, I like you, okay? Like really like you. In fact, I love you," She ran a hand through her curly hair, and Maura suddenly wished she was running her fingers through the unruly hair, "And I can't believe I just asked my best friend if I could… god you probably hate me now."

"No Jane. I don't hate you," Maura said, getting up from behind her desk and going to sit by her friend, "I do love you too. And the same way you love me too."

"You do?" Jane asked, surprised.

"Yes, I do."

"Fuck," Jane breathed out, "I can't believe it."

"But, can we talk about this at my house tonight?" Maura asked, "I think we should focus on the murders."

"Yeah, yeah of course."

The two women got up. Maura turned to Jane, who looked at her reluctantly. Maura reached up and kissed Jane lightly before pulling away and whispering, "Please get justice for those two women."

"You know I will. You know I will." Jane whispered back, before walking out of the office, a confident, and determined stride carrying her away.

Forty Years Previously

Leila was running down the street, her short heels making clicking noises, ones that were frequent, and her breathing was frantic. She secretly thanked God that she was on her college's track team. Her chaser was catching up, and she was terrified. She told herself to keep running, and running, as fast and as long as she could. Leila knew she had to survive. If not for herself, then for her unborn child. She had to stay strong.

Suddenly, she tripped over a crack in the street, and her knees and palms hit the ground hard, and she knew that her palms and knees were bleeding. She could tell by the sharp pain that was shooting through her body.

A strong hand flipped her over. She felt a needle stab sharply into her arm and the pressure of the needle going in. She lost consciousness, but not before uttering her last words.

"They will find you."

Paul picked up the body, and drove it to the park. He laid her down, as though she was sleeping, then proceeded to beat her body. Making bruises and breaking bones. As he stood up and admired his work, he hissed:

"Like hell they will."

And he walked off into the night.

What did you guys think? Let me know. Constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged :)

I'll try and update again soon to make it up to y'all for not updating for like three weeks.

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-RMarie