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Come One Come All - All Time Low

"You'd tell me if you were a cyborg right?"

When the crime solving duo got to the scene, the party was already in full swing. First responders were positioned around the perimeter of the area, and CSRU was already taking photos of the scene. Jane quickly found Korsak and Frost standing a few away from the body. Seeing that Jane and Maura had arrived, Frost quickly took his leave, and went to go interview the first responders.

"It's a bad one Janie," Korsak warned, a grim look plastered on his usually stoic face. Before she could inquire further, she heard a sharp gasp from beside the body, and then a muffled sob.

Jane whipped around to find Maura standing by the body, tears streaming down her face, hand covering her mouth. Like a shot, she was by the doctor's side, shielding her from the body.

Gathering herself, Maura pushed away from Jane. "I'm fine Detective. I just didn't sleep well last night and was not expecting this. It won't happen again."

Maura quickly squatted down by the body, and bent over her trying to shield the hives. The victim was a young woman with curly brown hair and lifeless brown eyes. Her features were distinctly Italian and her bone structure was lean and athletic. She looked too much like Jane for Maura's liking. However, the thing sent her over the edge as the presence of two holes in the middle of the victim's hand. Unconsciously, the doctor's eyes flashed to the victim's neck and she bit back a gasp. Right under her jawline was a small gash.

Feeling the victim's skin, Maura noted the bloodstain on the victim's right side. Steeling her mask, Maura called the two detectives over.

"You got a TOD for us Doc?" Korsak questioned carefully.

"Body temp suggests the victim died about three to eight hours ago. You'll have to wait until I get her back to the morgue before I can give you a definite cause of death. However I doubt the… wounds were conducive to her rapid recovery. I'm ruling it a homicide," Maura stumbles out. Jane looked at her closely then bent down to get a closer look at the body.

Korsak and Maura watched as the homicide detective paled at the sight of her doppelganger. Rubbing her hands, Jane stands up swiftly. "Will you two excuse me?"

Not waiting for a response, Jane went to canvas he rest of the area.

"Vince, she wasn't killed here, there's not enough blood for that," Maura stated wanting to get out of the area as soon as possible.

"I know Doc. How are you holding up? Do you want to call someone else in?"

"No detective, if this is a direct threat towards Jane I should do the autopsy. Another ME would not be able to assess the level of knowledge the killer had of Jane's previous injuries."

Sighing, Maura signaled to two of the techs to wrap up the body and send it to the morgue. Then she went off to find Jane.

It didn't take long to spot the brunette detective. She was sitting on a rock, slightly off of a worn hiking trail.

"Jane…"

"I'm fine Maura. I see why you reacted like you did. The resemblance is a bit jarring. He can't be back."

"He's not," Maura answered, laying a comforting hand on the detective's shoulder. "I don't like Hoyt or anyone he trained is involved."

"Then why is she cut up like that?"

Forgetting about her expensive skirt, Maura sat down beside the detective. "While I don't believe Charles Hoyt had anything to do with this, there is no doubt in my mind that whomever killed this woman is after you."

"Gee thanks Maur, got any puppies you want to kick while you're at it?"

Deciding to leave Jane alone with her thoughts, Maura stood up. "I have to go perform an autopsy. You are welcome to observe, but I understand if you do not wish to."

Turning on her heel, Maura made it to the beginning of the trail before breaking into sobs. She felt a pair of lean arms encircle her body, support the trembling ME. The low alto of her best friend comforted her almost instantly. "Let's go Maura. The sooner we find this psycho, the sooner I'll sleep easily."

Leaving the scene, Jane kept her arm around the doctor. The ride back to headquarters was unnaturally silent. Parking the Prius, Jane and Maura were greeted at the door by Cavanaugh.

"Rizzoli. My office. Now."

Squeezing the doctor in an awkward side hug, Jane whispered into her ear. "Go start without me, I'll be down there soon."


Maura started the autopsy while ignoring the urge to vomit. Each of Jane's scars was exactly where they were on the original. In the inside pocket of her jacket is where Maura found her first clue. Inside the zippered pocket was a small square of white paper.

Now Now Maura, did you really think this was all about Jane Rizzoli? Did you think you could get away from me? No, I find you much more interesting. Please Doctor Isles, before you tell our dear Detective Rizzoli, remember that she would sooner die than have you in danger? And knowing her track record, it's likely she will if she were to find out about this. Remember Poor Jennifer. As long as we're clear.

~ Your Own Earl H. Choyts

Maura gasped as she dropped the letter. He couldn't be back. Not now. Against her better logic, a part of her feared for the safety of the dark-haired detective. Placing the note in an evidence bag, Maura made a quick call.

Within a half hour, the doctor was on the road to the FBI headquarters in Boston, evidence bag in hand. The swirling guilt and hives would just have to wait.

"No, I don't think I would."