Sorry it took so long for the update, so much stuff has been going on lately. Hopefully this was worth the wait. It shouldn't take me as long to do the next chapter. I apologize in advance if it does. Well thank you for your patience and reading. Don't be afraid to tell me what you think and as always enjoy.

Chapter 2: Heat

Present day…

Maura had only been this stressed one other time in her life and that was her wedding day. This time it was with the case and Jane's condition and as of now it didn't seem to have a happy ending as an option. She twisted her wedding ring on her finger as she thought about the last victim and how his tongue had been removed. It had been the first time the Ripper had removed an entire body part. There had been once when he removed part of an ear but it had been found a few feet away from the body, not completely missing. It made Maura's stomach churn thinking of the possibilities of what could have been done with the tongue. She just needed to help the detectives arrest the Ripper and then take a much needed vacation which would consist of sitting next to Jane's bedside waiting for her to wake up. Maura glanced at the picture of her and Jane taken one night at the Robber, both were smiling and Jane had her arms around Maura's waist.

"What would you do Jane…?" Maura muttered to herself shaking her head slightly.

She groaned and fell back into her seat as she ran her hands through her hair. The only way to catch the Ripper was to see things from Jane's point of view. Jane had been so close to getting the Rippers identity when the incident took place, Maura knew almost everything but she wasn't Jane. So Maura would just have to put herself in Jane's shoes for once think like Jane thought, and as much as she hated the idea Maura knew she would have to take Jane's advice and listen to her gut; even though she detested listening to her intestines. But suddenly Maura knew what she had to do. Jane kept all her notes and files in her desk upstairs under lock and key and Maura had the key. Quickly she dug it out of her desk drawer and made her way to the elevator hoping Jane had left something of some use to them in her desk.

Zach yawned and leaned father back in his chair trying to think of what to make of the escalation of removing the man's tongue. He had dealt with killers like the Boston Ripper before during his career as a homicide detective back in Kentucky, but he had never seen a man's tongue removed. It didn't scare him at all that this killer was brutal and would most likely do anything to evade arrest. He had been put in extremely dangerous with killers before, this was nothing different he just needed to keep his guard up, so did the other detectives and Dr. Isles. Something about the case was bothering him, something he felt he was missing but he had no idea what it was he had been fully briefed when he arrived a month ago. Zach bit on his thumb nail as he stared at the ceiling and tried to figure out what wasn't adding up to him.

A sudden loud bang from across the room made Zach lose his balance in the chair and sent him crashing to the floor with a loud thud; his head connected with the wall behind him sending a wave of pain down his back. A small groan escaped his lips as he rolled over so he was sitting up on his knees. He glanced over towards the source of the noise from over the top of his desk and saw Maura digging through the drawers in Detective Rizzoli's desk. Zach knew that before the incident Jane had locked her desk up tight, for some unknown reason, so how was Dr. Isles able to get into it. Maybe she can pick locks? Zach thought but immediately dismissed it; Dr. Isles was married to Detective Rizzoli so it was likely Rizzoli and just given Dr. Isles a key.

Maura let out a breath of frustration; Jane's desk was a mess inside and out. Everything had been left the same since she had been in the hospital, nothing had been touched. Case files still lay untouched from the last time she had sat there and inside the desk papers were unorganized and some had little or no meaning just miniscule things Jane had collected in the drawer. Maura couldn't understand how Jane could work like this, or how she managed to stay on top of things, but Jane was Jane and had her way of doing things Maura wasn't going to mess with that.

"Excuse me Dr. Isles? Is there something I can help you with?" Zach's voice behind her made Maura jump, she hadn't realized he was there she thought he was with Korsak and Frost.

"God Zach you scared me," Maura exclaimed pressing her hand to her chest trying to slow her breathing. "I thought you had gone with Korsak and Frost back to the crime scene."

"No I stayed back to go over your autopsy report," Zach said pointing to his desk. "What are you doing up here?"

"I was looking for something of Jane's but I can't find anything in this mess," Maura explained. "Are you feeling okay?"

Zach hadn't noticed he had been rubbing the back of his head where he had hit it against the wall when he had nearly jumped out of his skin after the drawer slammed in the deathly silent office.

"Yeah when you slammed the drawer I fell back in my chair," he replied. "I hadn't realized you had come up."

"I'm sorry I really wasn't paying attention to anything," Maura apologized. "If you go down to my office I have aspirin in my desk, top drawer. I suggest you take three to avoid a headache."

"Alright I'll go take some aspirin then thanks Dr. Isles," Zach said smiling. "I hope you find what you're looking for, if not I can help you look."

Maura thanked him as he headed out the door to the office then she turned her attention immediately back to digging through Jane's desk for something on the Ripper case. She knew that Jane had kept separate notes somewhere; gut feelings that she would either confirm later on, Jane had a way of always being right about things even without any evidence. Maura both hated and loved that about Jane.

"Come on Jane where did you put your notes…" Maura muttered to herself.

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45 days before the accident…

Jane yawned as she continued to write down notes in a small notebook. These notes were he personal notes on the case and had nothing to do with what went into her report. The department didn't like guesses to be listed in an official report. She had notebooks from her first years in homicide about different cases she had been on; she did it to keep her thoughts in order when she was on high stress cases. This Boston Ripper case would definitely qualify as high stress since the department not only had to worry about an unpredictable killer who showed no mercy in his crimes but also about keeping the media out of the case to ensure that a massive panic didn't break out among Boston citizens.

Rubbing her eyes and refocusing on the page in front of her Jane finished her thought; Ripper must have killed before somewhere else, no way to track down without a name or some help from other precincts in other states. So far no way of getting ahold of case records. Bunch of shit getting tired of how chain of command works sometimes.

Jane dropped her pencil in the cup sitting next to her and Maura's wedding photo before she shut the notebook, stuffing it under a pile of files in the bottom drawer of her desk before locking it. She only locked it because she didn't want some nosey detective that didn't belong up here, let alone in her desk, finding her notes and claiming she had a conspiracy theory of some kind. The last thing Jane wanted was to have a run in with Internal Affairs again, arrogant bastards. She pushed herself away from her desk and headed towards the elevators she needed to talk to Maura. Jane twisted the wedding band on her left ring finger as she waited for the elevator to descend to the morgue. Cases like this made her worry about Maura and hers safety. Jane had firsthand experience with killers who felt they were smarter than the cops. It had nearly gotten her killed three times, Charles Hoyt was her boogeyman and even though he was dead he still haunted her, and she had scars to remind her of the ordeal every moment of every day. The stakes had grown higher when she and her best friend got married, if either of them ever got hurt they would lose much more than a best friend and partner.

She exited the elevator and headed towards Maura's office. As usual the doctor was sitting at her desk reviewing autopsy reports and every so often tapping away at the keyboard to her computer. Jane knocked softly on the open door to warn Maura of her presence. Maura looked up, saw her wife standing there and quickly stood up inviting Jane in before closing the door behind her. Maura took Jane's hand and lead her over to the couch that sat across from her desk, the two sat down next to each other. Jane took her hand from Maura's and placed it on Maura's leg giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"I just needed to see you," Jane confessed. "I needed professional reassurance that we'll get this Ripper."

"I'm a doctor Jane, not a psychiatrist," Maura said smiling. "But you always get the bad guy, so I know you'll get the Ripper."

"You're so reassuring Maura," Jane said rolling her eyes. "I also came down to ask if you have anything for me. Results of any kind, something we missed on the body maybe?"

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news but there is absolutely nothing on the body that will help you at all," Maura told her. "I wish I had better news for you Jane."

"That's alright I really didn't expect much," Jane admitted. "I just thought I might as well ask."

"This Ripper is messy Jane," Maura reminded her. "Sooner or later he's going to make a mistake and lead us right to him."

"As long as you can keep that objective look on the case I have no reason to argue," Jane said shaking her head. "Here do me a favor and hold onto my extra desk key."

Jane pulled the key out of her pocket and handed it to Maura, who gave her an unsure and confused look. It wasn't like Jane to let someone have access to her desk unless it was a senior officer.

"Why do you want me to hold it?" Maura asked. "Shouldn't you let Korsak or Frost hold onto it?"

"Probably, but I want you to hold onto it," Jane replied. "Insurance just in case something happens."

Maura nodded even though she really didn't understand what Jane was talking about. Anything Jane had on her cases was in the file or in her case notes she kept on her desk. If Jane was handing her a key to her desk it was because she was worried about the case and had no idea what else to do. Maura didn't argue. Jane took it as her time to leave.

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Present day…

Maura had found what she had been looking for in Jane's desk no more than twenty minutes ago. Now she just sat in her office trying to figure out whether or not to read through Jane's notes or not. Maura knew everything about the case, as a medical examiner she had every right to information on the case as the detectives did, but this was different. These were Jane's personal notes and even though Jane had handed Maura the key and told her it was insurance in case anything were to happen. Something had happened… Jane was no longer on active duty, she was in a coma. Maura bit her lip and opened the notebook.

Korsak's heavy fist fell on the door repeatedly as he shouted for the residents of the house to open the door. No one responded. Frost and Korsak both drew their pistols; Korsak moving to stand beside the door, Frost moving in front of the door ready to kick it down if no one answered.

"Boston Police open up!" Korsak shouted for the last time.

They heard footsteps, glass breaking and something else they couldn't make out. Korsak nodded giving Frost the order to kick down the door. They stormed in guns raised shouting at the top of their lungs as the suspect tried to run. A uniformed officer who had been with them radioed for backup as he assisted the two detectives in chasing down the suspect. Korsak fell behind Frost as they ran into the back yard in hot pursuit. Frost being the youngest of all three took the lead, holstered his gun and took the risk off tackling the suspect. The two of them went down hard on the grass, Frost on top of the man, rolling once before coming to a stop. Frost wrestled with the man in attempt to get his arms behind his back so he could cuff him. Second later Korsak and the officer were over top of them lending Frost a hand. Frost forcefully pulled the suspect to his feet shoving him ahead of them to take him back to the cruiser.

"Why'd you have to run?" Korsak asked out of breath from his short exertion. "We always get the ones who run."

"What do you mean 'we'?" Frost asked. "I was the one chasing him down and tackling him."

"I was right behind you," Korsak defended himself.

"Yeah sure you were," Frost laughed.

"Would you both shut up," the suspect spoke up. "You're both fucking annoying…"

"Look who's talking," the uniformed officer said. "You're under arrest for evading arrest. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you…"

Korsak and Frost were already back in their car as the officer finished reading the suspect his rights. They had come here just to talk to the man that a source had led them too (of course without a name they still had to ID him) and instead had ended up with a runner. In this case it was suspicious until proven otherwise for the first time in months they seemed to have a possible solid lead. They both knew that would be something Maura would like to hear, and Jane too if she could even understand them in her condition.

Zachary stood in the café in the downstairs lobby of the precinct waiting for Korsak and Frost to get back from talking to a possible lead they had called him about. He had been there for a while after Dr. Isles had scared him to death upstairs in the office. For most of the time he had been sipping on stale coffee and talking to Mrs. Rizzoli, Detective Rizzoli's mother. He had made it a point to get to know her since he was standing in for her daughter who remained in a coma. Mrs. Rizzoli seemed to appreciate the company most of the time from him even though she still had Korsak, Frost and Dr. Isles always checking in on her. Zach had noticed that Mrs. Rizzoli and Dr. Isles were close, and not just because Dr. Isles was her daughter-in-law but Mrs. Rizzoli and Dr. Isles had a certain bond that most likely came from Detective Rizzoli and her relationship as friends.

He was extremely bored since he had stayed back to finish some paper work instead of going with the other two detectives. And since Dr. Isles had been rather secretive about what she had pulled out of Detective Rizzoli's desk he had nothing he needed to talk to her about. He could have gone and looked for anything else that could have given them a lead but he didn't know what more to do. Or he could have gone to visit Detective Rizzoli but he hated going without one of her old partners or without Dr. Isles. He didn't know Jane at all; it seemed strange he would visit her on his own, so he didn't. Zach sighed and went back to drinking his coffee and watching for the two detectives to return.

Korsak and Frost followed behind the uniformed officer as he led the suspect into the main lobby of the station. Just as the two got inside the door they both saw Zach sitting there alone drinking a cup of coffee. Korsak whistled to get his attention.

"Zach lets go, interrogation," Korsak shouted over the noise of the rest of the lobby.

Zach looked up and saw Frost and Korsak following behind a uniform who was leading a man in cuffs. He jumped up from the table, grabbing his coffee and jogged over to the other two detectives. Apparently the person they went to talk too had ended up giving them a lead, or at least that's what Zach hoped. He was tired of chasing down dead ends. All that really mattered was that the Boston Ripper was taken down and brought to justice. Zach wouldn't rest until the Ripper was behind bars and waiting for the death sentence. That's all he wanted, the Ripper to be put to death. It was a strong feeling but he hated what the Ripper had done to his victims.

"Is this the guy who someone called in about?" Zach asked as he tried to match pace with the two detectives.

"Sure is," Frost replied. "Our friend here tried to run. It seems like he's a little guilty if you ask me."

"I didn't do anything," the suspect shouted from in front of them. "You can't prove anything."

"You keep telling yourself that," Korsak told him.

The man who had run had been identified as 38 year old Bryan Holderman, a small time thief who had served a stint in prison for assault when a small job went wrong. Now he sat across the table from the three detectives, waiting for them to interrogate him. It had been stupid to run be he had thought it was his parole officer and he had wanted to get out of dodge before he was caught with drugs in his possession; he had earlier learned that saying they weren't his, that he was just holding them, got him thrown in a prison cell before being released on some sort of technicality. Holderman was intimidated by the detective leaning against the wall, a well-fit guy who hadn't been there when Holderman had been arrested. He assumed his name was Zach since the others had shouted for a Zach to come help with the interrogation.

The three detectives had a tactic, which was to build up the tension with the suspect by not speaking. Zach seemed to have a way of intimidating people into talking without having to do much of anything. He stood against the wall with his arms crossed, looking between Korsak and Frost and every-so-often Bryan Holderman. It was easy to see that Holderman was already getting nervous with Zach in the room. Zach found it very helpful when breaking a tough suspect, although there had been one man he couldn't break and it weighed heavily on him. He shook the thought away and waited for Korsak to start on Holderman.

"Alright Mr. Holderman I'm sure you understand how things look right now for you. Trying to evade arrest and having illegal possession of drugs."

"Look officer- detective- whatever, I just can't afford to be thrown in jail again," Holderman defended himself. "I wasn't thinking I just didn't want to deal with the fucking police again. I didn't know you were homicide."

"Should have thought of that before you were arrested the first time Bryan," Frost told him. "Anything you say from here on out will be questioned because of your actions."

"Right now Bryan you're looking good for murder," Zach said. "There's a big difference between jail time for an assault and jail time for murder. 25 to life Bryan and the fact these homicides were so gruesome you could be looking at the death penalty."

"Whoa slow down there buddy," Holderman cried. "I didn't murder anyone you're fucking insane."

"Well maybe you can help yourself out here," Korsak said. "We have a few questions for you; if you help us out we can make the drug charges go away."

Bryan Holderman looked at each one of the detectives; he was starting to get anxious. Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead as he shook his head and leaned forward into the table.

"Okay… if you can drop the drug charges…" Holderman conceded. "I'll answer your questions."

"That's probably the best decision you've made all day," Zach said smiling.

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30 days before the accident…

Jane lay stretched out on the couch, unconscious after a long day at work. She had had days like this before, having to run after suspects, argue with other officers and have a disagreement with Maura. Sleeping was about the only relief she got, even though she looked completely uncomfortable.

Maura had gotten home from work nearly an hour after Jane had gone home. When she had walked through the front door the first thing she saw was Jane passed out on the couch, both of her boots thrown carelessly on the floor next to her and her feet propped up on the arm of the chair. One arm hung off the side of the couch the other hand placed so her fingers were just barely touching her lip like she had been thinking. Maura sighed as she hung up her coat before moving into the kitchen. She would let Jane sleep while she made dinner for the two of them. But when she opened the refrigerator she found it almost completely empty aside from a few take-out cartons, a few bottles of beer, a jug of milk, a carton of eggs and what looked like left over lasagna. Ever since they had been on the Boston Ripper case Maura hadn't found time to make it out to the store to replenish their refrigerator or pantry of edible food. It looked like once again they would be ordering-out. This was the first case that ever caused Maura to completely forget buying groceries and instead relying almost completely on take-out.

Maura glanced over to the living room were Jane was asleep. Before the two had gotten married, even before they had started dating Maura was completely aware of Jane's habits. They had been working together for years after all and had grown to have a very close friendship. Maura knew Jane would go home and eat whatever she managed to scrounge up, whether it be a box of cereal or a jar of peanut butter. Sometimes she would order-out or someone would bring by food but Jane rarely ever cooked for herself. It was just who she was, Maura knew that. Maura however never did that, she always cooked for herself unless Jane decided to come by with take-out.

Realizing Jane wouldn't wake up any time soon unless Maura, herself, woke her up. Grabbing her cell Maura dialed the number to the Chinese take-out place they ordered from often and placed her order before heading back to the bedroom she and Jane shared. She had relaxed at home since she had married Jane, instead of wearing silk pajamas she now either wore sweatpants and one of Jane's t-shirts or just her underwear and one of Jane's t-shirts. She thought in the case of having to answer the door and pay for dinner she'd better wear sweatpants. Not feeling at all like placing her heels back in her closet she threw them carelessly off to one side of the room before stripping down to her underwear. She then pulled on a pair of Jane's worn sweatpants and one of Jane's precinct t-shirts before she went back out to the living room to wake up Jane.

"Jane sweetie," Maura said kneeling down next to her wife gently shaking her shoulder.

Jane moaned but didn't open her eyes, instead she pulled her one arm that hung off the side of the couch to her up to her chest and rolled slightly away from Maura.

"Jane I know you're awake," Maura rolled her eyes knowing full well Jane was awake and just not wanting to get up.

"No," Jane's voice was muffled as she spoke into the back of the couch.

"Okay Jane, I know you don't talk in your sleep. You snore but you don't talk," Maura couldn't help the smile that broke when Jane reached back to slap her in the arm. "I thought so sweetie. Get up I ordered Chinese take-out again."

"But I'm tired Maur…" Jane groaned into the couch cushion.

"All you do is sleep, get up," Maura ordered.

Jane felt a smirk creep up on her. If Maura wasn't going to let her sleep then Maura was going to have to help Jane wake up. She reached back to grab Maura's wrist and said "Fine if you want me up help me wake up." Maura didn't even know what had happened. One second she was kneeling next to the couch trying to wake Jane up the next somehow Jane had pulled Maura onto the couch and maneuvered herself so she was positioned above Maura.

"Jane what are you doing?" Maura asked out of confusion.

"Guess," Jane replied leaning down to kiss Maura's neck.

"Jane stop I just ordered dinner…" Maura couldn't say much else before Jane's lips pressed against hers.

Jane knew Maura was going to be difficult but Jane knew she had about 45 minutes and 5 of that would be all it took to get her when Jane wanted her. So she ran her hands up Maura's sides up to her shoulders and pressed Maura farther down into the couch. Then Jane pulled away from Maura, looking into her eyes before leaning down and kissing her jawline. Underneath her Jane felt Maura go ridged but it only lasted for a moment, so Jane moved farther down, kissing Maura's neck. But Maura wasn't giving in to Jane just yet.

"Why are you being so difficult?" Jane asked. "You wanted me to get up."

"This isn't what I meant by wake up," Maura told her. "Jane stop."

"No," Jane was short.

Maura had no leverage to stop Jane from pulling off her t-shirt or stop Jane from kissing her. She knew that Jane was trying to get her to a point she couldn't argue, it was how Jane worked when she wanted something, and right now Maura was losing. Maura tried fighting it as Jane's lips pressed against her skin making her feel like she was on fire. Jane's hands run down her sides then back up, cupping her breasts before she started to move down and kiss Maura's chest. Maura couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips; Jane had managed to do it to her once again.

Jane knew immediately that she had gotten Maura where she wanted her. The moan that escaped Maura's lips was enough for Jane to realize that. She smiled to herself now Maura wouldn't argue with her and Jane was now very much awake. Jane moved back up, first kissing Maura's neck, and then her chin before pressing her lips against Maura's kissing her roughly. Maura responded instantly, her hands slid up under Jane's shirt and gripped at her back, pulling Jane as close as possible. With each second passing Maura's heart started to race and she gripped to Jane even more. She needed Jane.

"Jane…" Maura whispered. "I want you…"

Jane smirked and kissed Maura's neck again, knowing she would leave her mark, as her right hand slid down and played with the strings of Maura's sweatpants. Maura moaned and pressed herself up against Jane, she didn't want Jane to tease her. She couldn't take it; it had been weeks before Jane had given her attention like this. Jane could feel it too Maura wasn't about to take any teasing so Jane gave Maura what she wanted. Maura's breath grew rugged as she felt Jane slid her hand under her sweatpants. Jane waited and watched Maura's reaction before she went any farther and when she knew Maura was at the point she would beg for Jane to continue Jane did. Jane was rewarded with a gasp escaping Maura's lips as she thrust her fingers into Maura. The sensation was something Maura had felt multiple times before when Jane made love to her. There was heat, friction, want and need altogether at once. Maura never knew how long she would be able to hold on before Jane pushed her completely over the edge.

"Oh God Jane… don't stop…"

Jane moved rhythmically with Maura as she moved in and out. Already she could feel Maura getting close but Jane had no idea how long it had actually been. Ten minutes maybe? 30? She really didn't care; she just wanted to give Maura what she wanted. Maura's hands came to rest on Jane's neck pulling her down to kiss her then moving Jane to kiss her neck. But Maura ran a hand through Jane's hair pulling on it slightly. It was only moments later when Jane felt Maura reach the edge, and let out another moan. Jane collapsed to one side, kissing Maura's cheek and smiling.

"I love you Dr. Isles," she said.

"I love you to Detective Rizzoli," Maura smiled.