Maura sat at her desk clicking her pen repeatedly with no intention of ever writing anything. She just had a visit from Frankie Jr. who had informed her of Jane's return. He had used the word 'return' in a very loose sense, because although his older sister's body was back in Boston, her mind was stuck in Brazil. Angela, Frankie, Frankie Jr., Tommy, Frost, and Korsak had all been to visit her at some point but Jane didn't even acknowledge they were in the room. Her one hope left was that of her best friend: Maura Isles.

Considering how much she knew about post-traumatic stress disorder, Maura surprised herself that she was so resistant to visit Jane. Maybe it was the personal attachment to the situation that was binding her to the $300 office chair she currently sat in. Realising that clicking her pen was getting her nowhere she decided to set her mind to a task to stimulate her brain, which would allow her subconscious mind to work on the issue of Jane. Maura walked into the morgue and stood next to a body brought in that morning. The tag read 'Jane Doe', and even seeing the name Jane on paper made her feel a pang of guilt. Pushing the thought to the back of her head, she began to assess the body. She was a young, white female, mid 20's, cause of death; asphyxiation, and defensive wounds to the hands and arms suggest she was attacked from the front. Maybe she couldn't help Jane Rizzoli right now, but she could do her best to help this young girl on her table.

She finished the autopsy, and not wanting to be without a task for too long she decided to take the results directly up to Korsak. If she stood still for too long her mind would wander to Jane, so she walked up the stairs to the homicide department. As she walked through the door her breath hitched at the sight of Jane's desk, and she could have stared at it for hours if it wasn't for Frost. "What you got there Maura?" he asked, bringing her back down to reality. She walked over in her heels and placed the report on his desk. "Full autopsy of the Jane Doe from this morning. The lab is tracing her dental records now so hopefully we'll have a family to contact soon." Frost nodded in thanks and Maura was ready to turn around and leave before anyone brought up the conversation of Jane, but she was too late.

Korsak walked in with a cup of coffee and stopped in his tracks when he saw the pathologist before him. "Hello Sergeant Korsak," Maura said with the hope of leaving before engaging in further conversation. "Maura…" the detective replied, determined not to let her leave before discussing Jane. Maura began to protest and state how much work she had to get on with, but Korsak blocked the door. "You have to go and see her. She's bad Maura… really bad. We've all tried; even her pops came back to Boston just to see her. But she needs you." Again, the only response was a ramble about work and things to do, but Korsak cut her off, "I've spoken to Cavanaugh. Even he agreed to give you the day off. Go and see Jane – help her."

Maura sighed and walked out the door, admitting her defeat. She walked back down to the morgue to quickly tidy up after her work, grabbed her purse from the office then retreated back up the staircase. As she walked out the front doors of the building to her car, she felt her breathing become heavy with nerves. She drove the whole journey in a trance, thinking of what to say, what to do. Before she knew it her heels were climbing the steps to Jane's apartment and she found herself faced with the front door that separated herself and her best friend. Maura reached into her pocket and drew out the door key Frankie Jr. had given to her earlier, explaining that Jane couldn't even get up to open the door. She drew in a shaky breath and silently slid the key into the lock. The key twisted, and she pushed the door open.

Her heels clipped against the floor as she took several steps into the apartment. "Jane?" she called out. There was no sign of life in the living room or the kitchen, unless you counted Jo-Friday scrounging about for food. "Jane?" Maura repeated as she walked along making a beeline for the bedroom. The door silently swung open and her eyes scanned the room. Lying still on the bed, surrounded by her duvet was Jane Rizzoli. Her eyes were open but her body and mind looked fast asleep. If Maura hadn't spent so many years as a pathologist, her first instinct would have been to assume Jane was dead. Forgetting all reservations she had about the situation, Maura walked over to the bed and sat down on the mattress next to the corpse-like figure.

"Oh Jane…" was all she could say. She reached up and gently held Jane's face in one hand hoping to spark some response, but there was nothing. Suddenly she heard a voice come from behind her. "She doesn't move," Maura spun round to see Angela standing in the doorway. "She only eats once a day, and even that has to be smooth food she doesn't have to chew." Maura stood up and walked towards Mrs Rizzoli, and when she saw tears form in her eyes she pulled her into a hug. "I don't know what they did to her out there," Angela cried into her shoulder, "But whatever it was took my little girl and didn't give her back." Jane's mom pulled back from the hug and said, "I can't do this anymore. Every day I come in here and I brush her hair, I change her clothes if I can, I try and feed her, but it's too much. It's tiring and it breaks my heart every time. I can't do it anymore."

"I'll do it," Maura replied without thinking. "I'll look after her. I'll come here every day after work: I'll feed her, brush her hair, dress her – I'll help her get better." The relief that spread across Angela's face was enough to reassure her that it was the right thing to do. "Well… if you're sure?" Angela replied, "I've just got to get away for a while. My cousin's letting me come stay with her for a while, so I'll be out of your guest house. Thank you Maura, really thank you." She pulled her in for another hug, walked across the room and placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead, and left.

Maura walked back over to the bed and said, "Did you hear that Jane? I'm going to look after you." Jane's eyes remained motionless, and Maura sighed. Despite the size of the task ahead of her, she was glad that Korsak forced her to come and see her best friend. After fixing the sheets in an attempt to make Jane more comfortable, Maura walked out into the kitchen where she found Jo-Friday whimpering at a cupboard. She cleaned up the mess around the dog's food bowl then searched the cupboards for some dog food. Three cupboards down, she found it and poured a disgusting looking mush into the bowl on the floor. Apparently Jo-Friday didn't find it disgusting as she ate it up as if she hadn't eaten in days. Maura figured Angela probably forgot about feeding the dog after being so occupied with Jane.

Once Jo-Friday was satisfied, Maura walked in the living room and tidied up. The only mess was the one produced before Jane had left for Brazil; when she returned she had left her suitcase by the sofa and gone straight to bed, where she remained to that day except to use the bathroom. A serial-rapist and killer case had taken her over there: most of the team had advised her not to go and to leave it up to international affairs, but Jane being Jane she wanted to follow it through. No one knew much of what happened: only that they caught the bastard, but not before he captured Jane and tortured her.

It gave her chills just thinking about it, so Maura decided to go back into the bedroom and talk to Jane. She was still conscious, so some part of her would be listening even if she couldn't show it. Unsure of how to begin Maura sat on the bed and did what she did best, relay facts. "I tidied up for you. There was a study published in the Medical Journal in 2010 that a cleaner house can improve mental health, which in turn can help your physical health. But I know you don't care about that…" Maura trailed off, aware that if this was a normal day Jane would be making some sarcastic comment about how pointless that fact was. Instead she began talking about the case from earlier that day, knowing that's the sort of thing she would find more interesting. Halfway through her account, Maura's lips formed a sad smile as for the first time in her life she was actually hoping, begging for Jane to make a comment – sarcastic or insulting, she didn't care. She just wanted her to even move her lips, but Jane just lay there as still as a corpse.