Hello, thank you all for your reviews, follows, favorites, or general interest in this story. This chapter may feel a bit awkward as I am still trying to find my footing with this story. I have a couple ideas in my head. My chapters maybe on the short side but I think that just tends to be my style. Hope you enjoy :) Also tried with grammar and spelling, I apologize in advance for an errors.

After her father had left, Maura sat at the bar and continued drinking. She put her journal away and dedicated her full attention to the file. She had an address, a work schedule, and other personal information like what days her target goes to the gym. This would give her a means of surveilling her to determine the best time to make the kill. She spent a lot of time just staring at the detective's picture. The longer she looked at the it, the more she hated the woman. Her brother may have made bad choices, been impulsive, and disrespectful to authority, but he was just a kid, he didn't deserve to die. She remained at the bar until well after close studying the information. Maura didn't leave until Horace was ready to lock up and go home. She was rather intoxicated, drinking over half the entire bottle of scotch, but hid it well, Horace didn't even consider taking her keys.

When Maura got home she placed the file on her coffee table and poured herself another glass of scotch. She became angrier, and dark thoughts loomed in her mind. She started to consider torturing her target, she wanted the punishment to fit the crime, and to her the detective needed to suffer. After two more glasses of scotch Maura passed out on her couch.

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The phone on the bedside table rang and vibrated furiously.

The woman sleeping next to it let out a loud groan, got up, and answered. "Rizzoli." She sighed. "Yeah, I'll be right there."

Jane glanced at her alarm clock which read 4:35am. "Well, two hours of sleep is better than none." She got out bed and got dressed. She grabbed her badge and her gun, then got in her car to go to the crime scene.

When she arrived she was greeted by her partner. "You look like hell."

"Thanks, Korsak, no wonder why you have so much luck with the ladies." She replied with mild annoyance.

Korsak shrugged.

"What do we got?" Jane asked, followed up by a silent yawn as she entered the house with her partner.

Jane heard the familiar voice of the medical examiner. "Male victim, mid-forties to early fifties, appears to have asphyxiated. The lines around the neck indicate the use of a garrote."

Korsak looked confused.

Jane rolled her eyes at the medical examiner, then addressed Korsak. "It's just a fancy name for handheld ligature used to strangle someone."

"Why couldn't she just say that?" Korsak whispered to Jane.

"Because she's a show off." Jane said a little louder so the medical examiner could hear.

The medical examiner continued, ignoring the conversation between her fellow colleagues . "Marks on the tips of the fingers indicate a struggle. The food particles in his mouth and on his shirt suggest that he was eating during the attack." She picked up one of the food particles with a pair of tweezers. "Green peppers, provolone cheese, chopped steak and flaky bread like substance."

"Cheesesteak Hot Pocket." Jane said feigning boredom and impatience with the medical examiners rant.

The medical examiner finally looked up at the detective. "You look exhausted."

"It's five in the morning, what aren't you people understanding about this?" Jane threw up her hands in frustration.

The medical examiner looked at Korsak. "Cranky too."

Jane walked out of the house clearly frustrated with her partner and the medical examiner.

"Perhaps we were too harsh." The medical examiner said to Korsak. Then she told her team to bag the body for transport back to the morgue. She took her gloves off and walked outside to meet Jane who was sitting on the step. The medical examiner took the spot next to her and put her hand on Jane's shoulder.

"You okay?"

"I didn't get any sleep. I had the dream again, except this time, I saved him. When I woke up that's when the nightmare began." Jane responded.

The medical examiner started tear up as she began to rub her colleague's back. "I'm sorry, Jane."

Jane rested her head on the medical examiner's shoulder. "What if I'm not cut out for this anymore Hope?"

"Jane, you're a great detective. Frankie's death wasn't your fault, you need to stop blaming yourself, you did everything you could. You saved the lives of a mother and her son that night when you shot and killed the bastard."

"But I was too late for him."

Their moment was interrupted by Korsak who was ready to get back to the station to work on the case with the information that had been gathered.

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Back at the station Jane was struggling to stay awake at her desk while going through the evidence despite having several cups of coffee. At noon she received a call from Hope to go down to the morgue.

When she went down there, she saw the medical examiner diligently working on their victim.

"You get an ID?" She asked.

Hope looked up at the detective. "You look pale, have you eaten yet?"

Jane shrugged. "The ID?"

Hope frowned and walked over to the computer. "Seamus O'Malley, forty-nine, he was a dock worker, at the Port of Boston. I can confirm that the death was a result of asphyxiation."

Jane turned to get ready to leave. "I'm going to grab Korsak and head down there for questioning."

Hope looked at her watch. "They'd be on lunch at this time, maybe we should grab something too."

Jane sighed and surrendered to the medical examiner's request. "Yeah, okay, I guess I should eat something."

/

The two walked into the Dirty Robber because Jane wanted a quick lunch so she could return to the case. Burying herself in her work was the only thing that she felt kept her sane.

As the two sat at a booth, they had no idea they were being watched. Maura sat at the corner of the bar noticing the detective when she arrived. She was struck for a second by the detective's beauty, the photo that she had did not do her justice. This only lasted for a brief moment, she was there for a reason. Under different circumstances the assassin was confident that she'd have the detective on her back screaming her name, as she was exceptional at other things too. Unfortunately for the detective this would not be the case. She watched the detective eat and make small talk with the other woman. Maura was hungover from the day before so she needed to drink to combat the pounding headache that plagued her. The Dirty Robber did not carry her brand of scotch so she was forced to drink a much cheaper brand which disgusted her. After imbibing three glasses she started to feel better but had to go to the bathroom. When she was finished in the restroom she was hit in the face by the door while exiting. She felt a sharp pain radiate from her nose, followed by the warmth of her blood trickling from it. She heard the woman who opened the door start to apologize profusely.

"Oh my God, are you okay, I'm so sorry." The woman entered the bathroom and grabbed a fist full of paper towels handing them to Maura.

When Maura looked up she realized that she was now looking into the eyes of her target. She was speechless and she panicked, the only time her other targets saw her was right before they died, and for this target, it was neither the time or the place to make it happen.

Jane was panicking too, she didn't mean to hurt anyone, and the woman's lack of response worried her. "Stay here, my friend is a doctor, she can take a look at it." Jane quickly exited the bathroom to get Hope.

Maura, knowing that she needed to leave, made a quick and quiet exit as her target went to get help for her. She got in her car and quickly sped away. She drove for a few blocks before pulling over. When she parked the car she had a bit of a meltdown.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." She screamed as she hit her steering wheel. She then pulled down her vanity mirror to see the extent of the damage which was not as bad as she thought. Maura was clearly more upset about being made than anything else. She returned to her home to formulate a new plan.

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