'God, he's so annoying!' I think to myself, crossing my arms with a huff that I sincerely hope he overhears.

"Dr. Pike – I attempt to interject, leaning my torso forward, arms still folded, to peer over his shoulder as he carves away at my murder victim, fucking humming to himself. He ignores me – no surprise there. Every time Maura calls this clown in to handle something he acts so high and mighty – written all over his gross old mug, with that superior smile – even this week, when the only reason his damned ass hauled here is because the BPD is practically drowning badge-deep in bodies. Yea, that's right, we've got a mini-massacre on our hands, and Pike is still too goddamn pompous to cooperate with a lowly detective like me.

Jesus!

(Naturally, despite this setback, I repeat myself).

"Dr. PIKE," I assert, a little more forcefully through gritted teeth, so that it comes out like a growl. I shoulder up next to him to get a better look at the male vic's chest, at the bullet-torn heart displayed inside.

"Please move out of my way, Officer Rizzoli," is all Pike says to me, and I bristle, physically biting my tongue to prevent the enraged "DETECTIVE" from spewing out of my mouth – and then the asshole barely takes the time to even spare a glance my way, and I balk, screwing my jaw shut as I purposefully stay right where I am, thank you very much.

"Excuse me?" I ask dryly, mostly rhetorically too, because if he repeats himself in that tone again I might actually have to hurt him. Bad.

"If you don't get out of my way I will be forced to call Dr. Isles off her extended lunch break to have you removed from my work-space." Dr. Pike-up-my-ass 'repeats' himself, and my blood pressure hits the fan.

"Extended -? YOUR work – oh, that is it pal."

'He's not worth the jail time Jane,' I internally bemoan, clenching my fists at my side ' don't kill him…not until Maura gets back to help you formulate the perfect alibi.' I smirk at the thought, but quickly cover myself.

"Well?" Pike shoots back smugly at my lack of action, before 'tut'-ing distastefully at my indignant look, and nodding his head towards the door before hunching over again to make a small incision on John Doe's heart tissue. It's then that I see a metal glint I the organ as it's shifted slightly by the tension of the sharp blade, and I get a little over-excited at my find – give me a break, I was already wired up with anger and antsy to begin with! - so I launch my hand up and into Pike's line of sight to gesture into the cavity,

"There! Did you see that? Because I know I sure d –

In a flash, Pike flips his scalpel in his hand deftly and, using the blunt end, knocks the center of my palm sharply to push my arm away.

"Watch yourself Jane," I hear the echo of a ghost inside me, even as Pike's lips move, clearly saying something else – it's like the morgue got put on mute, it's like- everything I'm hearing is pouring from my brain, and suddenly I can't breathe, I can't –

"Jane, Jaaaaane, you're pretty little hands will get hurt! Be caaareful….."

My vision swims, and I reach behind me to steady myself – I see Pike shout with concern that I can't hear and somehow his contorting face just makes everything worse – and my hand comes in cold, harsh contact with the only slab not housing a body today. My hand hurts, it hurts, and I swear it feels, in this moment, that Pike has sliced me.

Again.

"Jaaaaaane, Jaaaaaaane. Oh, Jane." God, that VOICE. No. No no no….

"Jane, JANE? Are you alright?"

I shake my head to clear it, eyes squeezed shut, but nothing works, and everything inside me is buzzing, but through the electric swarm I swear I hear –

"M – Maura?"

It comes out strangled, a bitch-whisper of someone who's been shamed, broken, and a tear squeezes out past my eyelid in embarrassment. I cringe in fear at the feeling, and I still don't know what's going on. She doesn't hear me!

"Dr. Pike, you answer me right now, what on EARTH did you DO?"

Yes, Maura! Maura…God, I could really use her googlemouth to tell me what's going on right now, but the sound of her anger ratchets my panic up a notch instead, until –

"Jane, Jane! What did he do to you? Oh my God."

"It hurts it hurts it hurts, GOD it hurts, Korsak…hurts…it…"

Cold, hard ground, and I know there's blood everywhere, I can't see it, can't see anything but hate, and anger, and pain, but I can feel it running down my hands….

-and then suddenly the world gets darker. I feel a dull falling sensation, and the sounds in me and around me go blissfully black.