"He did not call me, if he had, I would have told you." Maura stated again, following Jane as she stepped quickly out of the car and towards the building where they both worked. As the doors slid open, Jane replied as she had before, many times.

"I believe you, Maur. I really do." But something still unsettled the medical examiner. Something still crawled beneath her skin and made her feel as if a storm was building; and she did not refer to just the rain that was forecast for tomorrow. There was something else, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. The team stood around the large screen, turning as the two women entered.

"What is she doing here?" Korzak asked, tilting his head towards the ME, who only furrowed her brow in confusion. Why wouldn't she be here for a case? She was usually needed, to analyze and autopsy the body. And what was going on? All of the detectives seemed more on edge than was usual, especially for a Sunday afternoon.

"She always helps with the cases, Korzak. We'd be over without her!" Jane defended, eyes narrowing. Maura nearly blushed again; she had never really had anyone that would have defended her standing in a place of work, let alone as good a friend as Jane really was.

"The body must be down in the lab, so I'll just go down and run samples to figure out time and cause of death." She whispered, turning towards the elevator. They obviously didn't want her up here with them, while they discussed the case and whatever went on. Not that it mattered much, because Jane would fill her in as soon as possible.

"Maura." Korzak's voice stopped her, hand raised to hit the button to call the elevator in order to descend to the basement laboratories. "We don't have a body." She turned, more confused than before. How could they not have a body? Weren't they working on a case, and didn't that normally mean a death? Especially since they worked in the homicide department?

"Why are we here, Korzak!" Jane nearly shouted, a tick forming over her eyebrow. He pointed to the screen. Jane's eyes widened, and her lips thinned before she shook her head.

"She's gone missing." Maura shoved between shoulders, trying to see what had them all so eerily silent. She stopped dead when she could see the screen. It was a photo she was well accustomed to seeing. It was an ID card, one that they used in this very building.

"Abigail Rocco." Jane whispered, her face quickly turning into what could easily be considered a grimace. "Where does she work? I don't remember her."

"Undercover in DCU." Frost told her, shaking his head.

"Currently on leave for her honeymoon. For real, this time; not another excuse to keep her cover intact." Korzak informed them, clicking through photos of her last few happy days before inexplicably going missing.

"It isn't strange for an undercover agent to go missing, Korzak, why are we here?" Leave it to Jane to get right to the core problem, Maura thought. However, she also suspected that the agent just wanted to go back to the lazy day they had previously been leading.

"That's just it. It wasn't strange for her to go missing, over three weeks ago." At that, they all turned to stare at him. This woman, Abigail, had been missing in action for over three weeks and they had just been called in? There was definitely something wrong there. "Since DCU was working on a major drug bust, they had thought she was in on the plan, only, she never showed up when they finally located and caught the perpetrator. Worried by such an uncharacteristic absence, they brought the issue up to the director, who had no contact from Agent Rocco since the wedding. She was supposed to have been in Barbados, yet never left the states." A long, pregnant silence followed his words. Maura couldn't shake the feeling that there was more going on here than originally appeared on the surface, but as they had said, a Drug Control Agent normally went missing for long periods of time. Someone was just not telling everyone else key information, instead remaining secretive. That had to be it.

Thunder crackled beyond the walls, causing them all to jump slightly, Maura's hand reflexively gripping on to Jane's arm as she glanced towards the glass window located behind her left shoulder. It was raining like there had been a drought over Boston before now, and as if once it stopped there would be another such shortage of water. Dark, steel- grey clouds had moved in fast around the area, and had inexplicably opened up over the city while they had all been discussing the missing person. The medical examiner, however, could not recall any such chance of a thunderstorm predicted for Boston, yet she put little faith in meteorologists; their science was nowhere near as precisely correct as her own.

"Weird, it wasn't supposed to rain today." Frost told them, as Maura forced the muscles in her arm to relax, looking back to the screen. She was much too jumpy, something that was completely out of the ordinary for the medical examiner. Jane tilted her head, asking the silent question of what had gotten Maura so wound up; a question the ME answered only with a shrug. It was probably just the bizarreness of the case, that was all. "It'll probably be all foggy tomorrow, too. Which definitely sucks, because I was supposed to be going out with-"

"You're working tomorrow anyway, Barry." Jane chided, smirking with a barely suppressed chuckle. The agent turned towards her, sticking out his tongue.

"Shut it, Rizzoli! Just because you and Maura had the whole morning to yourselves doing God knows what-"

"God wouldn't know what because our life is private, Frost!" As they began what was bound to be another week- long argument, Maura blushed lightly. She knew that Jane would not appreciate anyone knowing that she baked, let alone baked well. Instead, the medical examiner extracted herself from the situation, opting to stand instead beside Frankie's shoulder. The younger Rizzoli sibling grinned.

"I heard she made you breakfast. Damn good breakfast." He patted his stomach in emphasis, as the doctor beamed.

"That it was, Frankie." The way they were talking though, even to Maura, it didn't seem like either Jane or Frost had been thinking innocently about the morning. But Maura was no expert when it came to things like that; she couldn't even figure out her own feelings half the time, because she dealt with logic, not emotion. She just didn't do emotion. Especially not when it came to Jane... Jane was always an exception. Always the confounding, independent, unchangeable, uncontrollable variable. "That it was." She whispered again, trying to chase the thoughts from her head. She couldn't deal very well with being confused; it was something that did not happen often, and she liked it that way. Not that Jane didn't confuse her every fifteen seconds or so, but the detective took the time to explain, multiple times over; to be generally patient.

"Isles, if you'd like, you could go back home. We have no body, no samples, nothing." Maura nodded, switching her purse up on to her other shoulder and stepping carefully around the fuming detectives. She whispered her goodbyes to everyone, most of which were too engrossed in the argument between detectives to pay her much notice. If nothing else, she hoped this case was over soon, and it was just a misunderstanding. If there was one thing Maura Isles really did not like, it was doing an autopsy on an agent that she had known. If all went well, she wouldn't be doing such things, and instead would be sitting with Jane in her mansion of a home outside Boston, eating pancakes with sprinkles and trying to make sense of her emotions.

But something inside told her all was not going to go well.