Hey guys, I have a new updates for you. I know that you are eager to know what happened to Jane. I can promise you that in the chapter after that one the question will be answered. I've already written it. Anyway, enjoy this little update.

T73.

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Jane sits at a round white table on the terrace of a leased vacation cottage in Belize.
She enjoys the already warm sun and sips the freshly brewed coffee while she reads the latest news of Boston by her newspaper app on her phone.
Right the day after their wedding Maura and she had made their way to the airport to escape from the city and their mothers.
During the wedding planning, the two women had finally agreed that they would spend their honeymoon in Belize.
Jane raises an eyebrow as soon as she feels two cold hands on her warm shoulders.
"I thought that I could interest you to take a shower with me but you seem to be eager to know what is happening at home."
"You didn't told me that you were going to take a shower." Jane replies.
Maura frowns and sits down in Jane's lap. She is only dressed in a bath towel. "I got naked. What did you thought that I was going to do?"
Jane shrugs her shoulders. "Skinny-dipping ?"
"Skinny-dipping?" Maura asks back. "And that would interest you?"
Jane wraps her arms around the middle of her wide and takes a deep breath. "Everything that involves you is interesting for me."
Maura smiles and leans her head down. She kisses the Italian's lips gently and pulls away as Jane tries to loosen the towel. "Jane, what are you doing?"
Jane stops her work and frowns as she looks up. "Well, that what you wanted me to do in the shower."
Maura wraps the towel again around her. "Not here on the terrace, Jane."
Jane makes an pouty face. "Why not? This could be a nice show for the other visitors."
Maura chuckles and sips Jane's coffee. She turns up her nose. "Oh gosh, your coffee is more sugar than coffee."
Jane grins broadly. "That's what happens when you drink my coffee without my permission."
Maura swats her wife's arm and rolls her eyes.
Jane laughs amused and tightens her grip on Maura's waist. "What shall we do today?"
Maura runs her hands through the dark curls of her wife. "What do you want to do?"
Jane closes her eyes and places her head against the blonde's collarbone. "Exactly that."
"Cuddling?" Maura asks with surprise.
Jane looks up and frowns. "Don't sound so surprised."
The blonde smiles a little. "All right. Then we stay here for today."
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Maura enters the BPD building and smiles at the officers who passes her. It's a weak smile but she doesn't think that it matters much under these circumstances.
"Dr. Isles." says someone and she turns her head to the source. It's Lieutenant Cabana. "How are you?"
She takes a deep breath. "It will need time but it's getting better."
He nods his head once. "I just wanted to warn you. Detective Frost and Sergeant Korsak will bring in Vera Flynn."
Suddenly, the entire entrance hall is deadly silent. Even the criminals don't say a word.
Maura and Cavanaugh turn their heads to the entrance in the same time.
Korsak and Frost have a woman in her mid-fifties between them.
She has grey hair and ice blue, empty eyes. Her face is an stony mask.
Maura can feel that all color drains from her face and a lump forms in her throat. She will never forget those eyes.
Angela comes out of the Café and she opens her mouth but nothing comes out of it.
Cavanaugh sighs heavily and glances at the smaller woman. "I'm sorry. I thought that they would need more time."
Maura licks her lips and raises briefly her eyebrows. "I am late for work. Would you please excuse me."
"I am really sorry, Dr. Isles." he says again.
Maura smiles a little and decides to take the stairs down to the lap. She opens the metal door and as soon as it falls shut behind her she braces herself on the banister. She tries to breath in deeply but her lungs won't fill themselves with air. She slumps down on the floor and starts to sob bitterly. She wasn't to see Vera Flynn.
She knows that Cavanaugh meant it well as he tried to warn her. This woman is probably the reason why her whole life has crumpled down. No, she really wasn't prepared to meet this ... person. Not at all.
Maura takes a deep breath and wipes her tears away. She closes her eyes to compose herself again. She needs to keep herself together when she is in this building.
At home, it doesn't matter when she breaks down.
Here, she has to keep herself together. Here, she is Dr. Maura Isles, the Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.
She takes another deep breath and nods to herself before she starts to walk down the stairs.

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Jane groans as her phone starts to ring. She turns on her back and runs an hand through her hair. She sighs as her sleeping wife places an hand on her shoulder. She switches on the bedside and makes an face as Maura whimpers. She takes the device in her hand and blinks a couple of times before she takes a look at the display.
"Who is calling you at such a ungodly hour?" Mayra mumbles.
Jane rubs her eyes with one hand. "Work." she answers before she accepts the call. "Rizzoli."
Maura groans as her phone starts ringing as well. She turns to her bedside table and takes the phone in her hand, accepting the call too. "Isles."
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Jane has an stoic face as the married couple arrives at the crime scene.
Maura's face isn't any different.
Korsak comes up to them and frowns.
The Italian furls her eyebrows as she sees the expression of the older man. "That bad?"
"Worse." Korsak answers immediately. "The victim is one of us."
"Oh no." Maura says and looks at her wife.
Jane clenches her teeth and swallows hard. "Someone we know?"
Korsak nods his head. "Stella Banks."
Jane closes her eyes. "Damn it." she whispers.
"Who is Stella Banks?" Maura asks and glances at the two Detectives.
Jane puts on her gloves and sniffles. "Stella Banks is an old friend of Frankie. They graduated academy together. They also were in a relationship."
"Poor Frankie." Maura replies as they walk toward an old factory building.
Jane frowns deeply. "Who has found her?"
Korsak thrusts his chin to an older man and woman who are standing with an officer. "Ryan and Vera Flynn. They say that they walked their dog as they found the body."
Jane eyes the couple skeptically. "Odd vicinity and odd time to walk the dog together. Even I just open the poor door at such a time when Jo really needs to pee."
Maura turns her head to the Italian. "What?"
Jane gives Korsak a sideglance. "Uh ..." she says and points at their dead co-worker. "The body, Dr. Isles."
Maura glares at her. "We will talk about that, Detective Rizzoli. To plant the roses did cost me a lot of effort."

Jane squints at the ceiling and bites back a groan.
"I saw that." Maura says as she kneels down next to the body.
Jane lowers her eyebrows. "They are only roses. What Jo is doing is called ... Biological fertile."
Maura looks over her shoulder. "No. It's called disgusting."
Korsak chuckles amused. "How is the married life."
Jane turns with her back away from her wife and rolls her eyes. Annoying, she mouths.

He smirks broadly.
Jane smiles too and turns back to the corpse. "Okay, lets focus on work again. We have a dead cop. I want to catch this son of a bitch as fast as possible. Where the heck is Frost?"
"He takes care of Frankie." Korsak answers.
Jane looks around and frowns. "Okay, good." she crouches down. "What can you tell me, Maura?"
Maura points with her gloved finger at the neck of the young woman. "She has strangulation marks on her neck."
Jane furls her eyebrows. "These are deep cuts in the skin. Could she be strangled with an wire?"
Maura raises briefly her eyebrows. "Possible. I can't say that now. But she has defensive wounds on both of her hands."

Jane makes an gesture with her hands on her neck. "Stella tried to loosen wi ..." she pauses as she sees the blonde's face. "Murder weapon. She fought back." she frowns as Maura still glares at her. "What? Do you disagree?"
Maura licks her lips. "Well, I can say that she did fought back. But I can't confirm that she was strangled with a wire."
Jane exhaled slowly through her mouth. "I am sure that she wasn't strangled with an extra thin shoe lace."
The blonde frowns slightly. "I only can say what the murder weapon was after I've performed the autopsy. It can happen that there are bleedings in the tissue that only gets visible after a amount of time."
Jane furls her eyebrows and points at Stella's half-closed. "There are petechial hemorrhages in her eyes."
Maura nods her head. "Because of the strangulation. The capillaries burst because of the pressure. An horrible death. You fight back until your last breath. In the truest sense of the word. That can be worse than drowning."
Her wife frowns. "Really?"
Maura presses her lips to a thin line together.
Korsak holds an wire up and furls his eyebrows. "Jane?"
She turns her head to him and frowns. "What's that?"
Maura looks at him too and holds her hand out. "Can I have a look please?"
He nods his head and hands the object to her.
She furls his eyebrows as she inspects the wire. "It's an garrote."
Jane furrows her eyebrows. "A what?"
"A garrote." Maura repeats and frowns. "It can be made out of many different materials, including ropes, cable, ties, fishing lines, mylan, guitar strings, telephone cords or piano wires. A stick may be used to tighten the garrote; the Spanish word actually refers to the stick itself, so it's a pars pro toto where the eponymous component may actually be absent. In Spanish, the term may also refer to a rope and a stick used to constrict a limb as a torture device or to strangle a person. Since World War II, the garrote has been regularly employed as a weapon by soldiers as a silent means of eliminating sentries and other enemy personnel. Instruction in the use of purpose-built and impro ..."
"Okay." Jane interrupts her and Korsak chuckles amused. "Thanks. We got it. So, this thing could be our murder weapon?"
Maura nods agreeing her head and seizes the evidence. "Yes. I'll compared the patterns in the morgue."
Jane nods her head once and gets up to her feet.
Maura does the same and follows the Italian. "Jane, I have something to tell you." she whispers.
Jane looks long at the smaller woman. "Is it important?"
Maura licks her lips. "Yes."
Jane takes a look around to make sure that they are out of earshot. "Okay, shoot."
"I don't want to talk about it here."
Jane furrows her eyebrows. "Uh ... All right. We meet you at the morgue."
Maura takes a deep breath and nods her head.
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Maura enters her ... their house and locks the door.
It became a habit because her always lectured her about locking the door when she is alone at home.
She sighs and feels the urge to drink a glass or ...or a whole bottle of wine. It is pretty tempting but she knows that Jane would as her a thousand questions if this would be healthy in her temporary state. That's why she denies it to herself.
She sighs again and places her purse on the end table before she walks into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water.
Tomorrow, she is telling herself. Tomorrow she is going to visit her wife. Tomorrow will be a hell of a day.
Maura gulps down the water and puts the glass down on the surface of the kitchen island. She braces herself on the counter and frowns deeply.
All of a sudden flashbacks invades her mind.
She can see all the chaos that broke loose on that day again. She can smell all the odors and hear all the yelling. She is back in that day that changed everybody's lives.
She winces as something circles her legs. She looks down and spots the little dog who glares at her.
Maura crouches down and ruffles Jo Friday's fur. "Oh, sweetie. I've been neglecting you the last few months, didn't I?" she looks over to the moving rock formation. "Just like Bass. Shall we take a little walk?"
Jo snorts and bark at the spot where Jane normally sit.
Maura holds her keys in her hand and freezes. She sighs heavily and takes the dog leash in her other hand. "I know, sweetheart. I am missing her too." she says and walks over to the front door. She opens it and glance at the dog. "Come on, Jo Friday. Let's take a walk."
The little dog hesitates for a moment but then she finally follows the blonde woman.