"Jennifer Skylar, age 36," Korsack said, tossing a file on the desk in front of Jane.

"Ugh," Jane grunted, lifting her head, "where's my coffee?"

Korsack laughed, "I don't get people coffee, but maybe Frost is getting you some if you're lucky."

"If he knows what's good for him," she scoffed as she opened up the file.

"Speak of the devil."

"Well good morning to you too old man," Frost said as he handed Jane her coffee.

"He's no devil, Korsack, he's my hero," she smiled sweetly at her young partner, graciously taking her coffee.

Korsack rolled his eyes and pointed to the file, "So, as I was saying, she's a defense lawyer, and she was a pretty damn good one at that."

"Defense lawyer huh? No shortage of suspects there," Jane sipped her coffee. "I guess we'll have to go through her records and find out if any of the men she lost a case for have been released recently."

"Well that shouldn't be too hard," Frost said, typing into his computer. "Looks like she's only lost a handful of cases."

"Really? How long has she been a lawyer?"

"Looks like she graduated over ten years ago."

"I told you she was good," Korsack said with a defiant smile.

Jane smirked at him before asking, "Did Dr. Isles already get started on the autopsy?"

"I think the Coroner dropped him off not too long ago," Frost remarked, his eyes still focused on his computer screen.

"Ok," Jane gulped down the rest of her coffee and discarded the cup in the trash, "I'll go see what the good doctor has to say."

"I guess I'll help Napster over here look for possible suspects."

"Ha ha," Frost remarked sarcastically.

"Play nice," Jane teased and walked out of the room.

"So," Korsack sat down in a chair next to Frost. "How many perps are we looking at here?"

"Well, she's only lost about seven cases in the last ten years, most of which were lost to this guy." Frost pointed at the screen displaying a cocky looking business man, "Vincent Chavez, lead prosecutor for the DA."

"I've met him before; he's a real cocky son of a bitch."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, and his success rate is even higher than hers, if you can believe that."

"That's pretty crazy."

"Seems a little fishy if you ask me."

"Huh," Frost's mouth flickered a quick smile. "Here we go," he turned his computer monitor to face Korsack. "Ryan Schultz, arrested back in '08 for armed robbery. Looks like he just got paroled last week."

"Sounds like a good place to start. You let Jane know, I'll go get the car."

"I don't think so 'grandma' you can call Jane and I'll drive. I'd like to get there sometime today."

"Just because I want to make it there in one piece!" Korsack said defensively as he punched Jane's number into his cell.

Down in the morgue, Jane pulls her phone out of her pocket, "Hey Korsack...ok, do you guys want me to go with you...ok, let me know." She hung up the phone and looked back over to Maura who was elbows deep in the victim's chest. "They already found someone to bring in for questioning."

"Well that was quick," Maura had finesse as she worked; Jane admired her for it.

"If the guy that killed her was incarcerated because of her, we really don't have many people to look into. Apparently she's only lost seven cases."

"Well, that narrows things down. Hopefully this is pretty open and shut then."

"Yeah that'd be nice," Jane laughed. "Although, most of the time it seems like we'll get a case solved pretty quick it doesn't work out."

"We can at least hope," Maura smiled up at the detective.

"What, you got a hot date or something?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" Jane's heart sunk every time she knew Maura was dating again. Ever since she'd nearly gotten killed by her former heartthrob Dennis Rockman, Jane was much more protective of her.

"Well, I've been talking to a man on the internet…"

"Oh come on Maura! You're meeting losers on the internet now?"

"The internet is a very common way of meeting new people now a days, Jane. Statistically forty percent of new couples meet though some sort of mobile media."

"So much for love at first sight. Maybe they should say love at first 'click'," she laughed at her comment, feeling that it was very clever.

"Cute," the medical examiner looked at her condescendingly.

Sneering at her partner's lack of enthusiasm, Jane returned her focus back to the work at hand. "So what's the deal here? Have any thoughts on cause of death?"

"I'm not sure yet, Jane."

"Come on, at least give me an educated guess."

"You know I don't like to speculate."

"Maura!" Jane stomped her foot and pouted, "Give me something to go on!"

"Well," Maura visually skimmed the body again before looking up from her work. "I'm not totally confident yet." Jane waved her hands in circles, egging her on. "Honestly, detective," she smirked, "it appears that this woman was subjected to an immense amount of trauma before she was eventually asphyxiated."

"I don't see any marks on her neck," Jane said confused.

"As I said before, I'm not entirely certain yet, but it looks like she may have been smothered."

Jane nodded, a stern frown on her face, "Ok. Ok, let me know what else you find out." She pushed the doors open and went upstairs to the viewing room opposite where Frost was questioning Ryan Schultz. "What'd we find out?" she asked Korsack, peering through the glass at the suspect.

"Not much," Korsack sighed. "He claims he was with his parole officer last night before he went home and enjoyed the night with his fiancé."

"Did we get a name on the fiancé?"

"Yeah," he looked down at his notepad, "Amber Sullivan. Says they've been together since before he was locked up."

"She sounds like a winner," she said sarcastically. "We got someone going to pick her up?"

"Yeah, Frankie is on his way now."

"Good," she made her way to the door, "I'm going to get in touch with his PO and see if he can corroborate his story." Korsack nodded and went back to taking notes.