Hey, guys. I and this story's finally back. Hurray

I am so, so sorry that it took me so long. Anyway, I hope that you will like this chapter, and you're welcome to tell me what you think of this.

Enjoy,

T73.

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Jane stands in the middle of Hannah's cell and stares at the lifeless body that's dangling two meters over the ground, furrowing her brows thoughtfully. She's more than sure that something is wrong with the picture. Sure, it wouldn't be the first time that someone commits suicide instead of going in jail for being an accessory to murder, she thinks to herself and starts to chew on the inside of her cheek. And a pregnant woman wouldn't hang herself just like that.

She turns her head when she hears how Korsak's about to ream the warden and some of the staff. She doesn't feel sorry for them because even she can't understand how that could happen.

"This doesn't feel right," Jo states but gives Maura the space she needs. "Don't you think?"

The detective takes a deep breath and presses her lips together. "Something feels not right, yeah," she agrees and opens her mouth to ask Maura directly, but then she shuts it again because the doctor doesn't even look at her. She goes to a small bookshelf but can't find anything there that would answer any of her questions.

Frankie frowns deeply and lifts the thin mattress off the bed. "At least, they didn't touch anything after they found Hannah." He states and the two women nod approvingly.

Maura stops her patting down and pulls a folded piece of paper out of Hannah's overall. She takes a look at it and looks slightly worried at the Italian. "Jane, maybe you take a look at this."

Jane takes a deep breath and steps up to the doctor, taking the paper from Maura's hand. She reads the note and her eyebrows shoot up, handing it to her cousin. "The ninth commandment." She says and heaves a sigh. Something tells her that this is anything but a good sign.

Jo looks at the note that reads Thou shalt not bear false witness. The voice in the back of her mind tells her instantly to be more careful then she was before.

Jane can hear the wheels in her head turning and looks long at her. "Care to share, Jo?"

Everyone turns their heads to her and the agent and she chews on her bottom lip. "I don't wanna be overhasty. "

'But you have a thought." Frankie throws in and shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

"I have." Jo agrees and nods at him. "But one step at a time. Firstly, I wanna take a look at the security system and the surveillance footage. Frankie, how food are you with computers?"

His eyebrows shoot up and he doesn't answer right away what makes Jane smile amused.

Jo chuckles and starts to lead the way. "Well, that's still better than me."

He rolls his eyes and follows her without objection.

Maura looks after them and then she glances at the detective.

Jane scoffs but turns serious as soon as she eyes the dead woman that's hanging from the bars.

The doctor's sensing what the detective thinks and takes a deep breath. "You don't think that this is a coincidence, do you?"

Jane takes a moment before she answers, "You know what I think about coincidences. It's just ... Sure, there are people who don't wanna spend the rest of their lives in prison, but none of them were expecting a child. And Hannah seemed to be thrilled about her pregnancy, she was willed to foist the mailman's on Bradley only to consolidate its fortune."

"Sometimes people change their minds for reason we don't understand."

Jane let the words sink in and nod slowly, but then she shakes her head. "Not Hannah. Anyway, what can you tell me?"

Maura takes a deep breath and licks her lips. "Not much yet."

"I know, I know." The detective says before the blonde can continue. "I go and talk to the guards and give you time to do your job."

Maura smiles a little but frowns after the Italian leaves the cell. Even she doesn't have a good feeling and a voice in her head tells her that Hannah's death was just a warning.

She closes her eyes briefly and forces the thought out of her mind. All she needs to do right now is to stay objective and do her job. She nods to herself and starts the external examination again.

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Obviously, Korsak's still pissed but at the same time glad that he still has an ace up his sleeve, an ace named Jo. She helped him to get access to the security system and the surveillance footage as the director was about to put his foot down. He rubs his tired eyes and points at the handwritten note that Maura has found in Hannah's overall. "It's handwritten, can't we compare that with something she wrote in the past?"

Jane presses her lips together and crosses her arms. "I already compared it with her confession she wrote down, it's not Hannah's handwriting, Vince."

"Someone plant the note on her," he asks and Jane nods warily.

Jo clears her throat and looks long at the detectives, pointing at the note. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but who writes down Thou shalt not bear false witness before they hang themselves?"

"Someone who has a bad conscience," Korsak says back and shrugs.

Jane looks at him skeptically and frowns a little. "Come on, Korsak. Even I wouldn't write that down before I swallow my gun. She didn't write that and even you know it. That's not Hannah's style."

He sighs heavily and walks to Frankie. "What does Maura say so far? Suicide or murder?"

"Nothing so far," the Italian replies and follows him. "She hasn't finished the autopsy yet."

"What about the footage?"

Frankie hesitates but then he looks at the older man. "There is nothing. Only prison staff. None of them went into Hannah's cell, and even if. They haven't been longer in it than five minutes."

"Why five minutes," Jane asks and furls her eyebrows.

He looks at her and shrugs. "I read the protocols. She complained a lot about the conditions."

Korsak points at Frankie's monitor and leans a lite closer. "What about this guy? He's about ten minutes in Hannah's cell."

Frankie sighs and wiggles his brows. "I noticed him too and followed his trail, but he's good and avoided every single cam. We don't have a clear view of his face."

Jane follows the man with the cap on his head. Its one that every guard wears and he also wears the uniform. She hopes that she at least gets a little glimpse of his face, but is hoping in vain. It seems like the man knows exactly where the cameras are. "Damn it." She mutters under her breath and clenches her jaw. At least now they now that they're really looking for a man. "What about the keys he used?"

Frankie looks briefly at his sister. "They were reported as stolen.

"I'd like to have a talk with its owner."

Jo looks confused at the detective. "Why?"

Jane blinks a couple of times at her cousin and turns on her heels without answering the question.

The younger woman rolls her eyes because she knows perfectly well that her question was beyond stupid, and that Jane perhaps is going to hold that against her for a while.

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The detective enters the morgue and stops as soon as she sees the lifeless, pregnant woman laying on one of Maura's table and tries to understand what the person who's responsible for this is thinking. She knows all too well that no answer's going to ease her mind. She heaves a sigh because the autopsy room is empty and makes her way into Maura's office. She enters the room and sighs once again as the doctor looks up from her laptop.

Obviously, Maura's writing down the autopsy report and her eyes mirror concern. She immediately stops typing and closes the lid of the device without saying a word. Jane's expression tells her to wait until the Italian breaks the silence. And she knows Jane better than to push her right now.

The detective takes a seat onto the small couch and stretches her back with a groan. She keeps her eyes closed and her head leaned back. She cracks an eye open and states up at the ceiling, shaking her head. "Why on earth would someone kill a pregnant woman that just has been arrested for murder?" She asks more herself then the blonde. "I mean, we got her for staging her husband's murder, and she would have been punished by not having a part in her baby's life." She finally looks at the doctor and furrows her eyebrows. "And what the hell should this note in her cell mean? The guy Jo's looking for never did that before. Are we looking for another copycat? It wouldn't surprise me, though. People do crazy things to get their 15 minutes." She's quiet for a second and Maura is about to open her mouth but then she thinks better of it and closes her mouth again.

Jane sighs heavily and continues, "Thou shall not bear false witness. That's a religious aspect. Is it a clue why he killed Helen at the same time? Was it punishment because she and her lover pretended to be Jo's serial killer?" She pauses and finally glance at Maura. She can see that the ME right now exercises restraint which means that it looks like Maura's not breathing anymore. "Wanna tell me something?" She asks with a slight smile.

"Yes," Maura breathes and gets up from her chair, and walks over to her small couch. She sits down right next to Jane and hands her some photographs that her assistant has taken during the autopsy. They're showing some different ankles of Helen's neck and Maura points on them. "Can you see the strangulation marks, Jane?"

Jane crowns a little and bids slowly. "It's hard not to. But what do you wanna tell me with this?"

"That someone stood behind Helen and strangled her before they hung her. That's what the different ankles of the bruising are telling us."

"How long has it taken?"

"It took quite a while. She was fighting back hard. Almost all nails of her right hand have been snapped off."

Jane's clenching her jaw and she runs a hand through her hair. "Probably because in her last moment she tried to save the life of her unborn baby."

"Perhaps." Maura agrees sadly and isn't quite sure what to say at that moment, or what to do. It was always Jane who comfort her when she had a hard time. She licks her lips and looks briefly at the Italian's hand that's laying on Jane's thigh, and then she places her own over it just to give Jane the feeling of comfort.

Jane looks down at the hands before turning her own and intwining them, and then she gives Maura's hand a light squeeze. She contains a smile as she sees Maura's surprised face, but then she becomes serious again. "I really was hoping that all of this stays Jo's ... thing."

"You mean that this would be her very own serial killer!"

Jane doesn't answer right away and considers her answer, but then she hunches her shoulders."Yeah." She furrows her eyebrows and looks questioningly at the smaller woman. "Does that make me a bad person?"

"Yes," Maura snickers but places her head on the detective's shoulder. "But I still -" she trails off as Jane's eyebrows shoot up.

The other woman smiles softly at her and kisses Maura's forehead. "I like you too, Maura. Very much." She cringes as she feels her phone buzzing and looks apologetically at the blonde. "I guess it's time to go back to work, even though it feels like it only has been ten seconds I've been down here." She gives Maura a peck on her lips before she gets off the couch. "Give me a call in case you find something else."

Maura smiles a little and bids without saying a word. She knows all to well that she doesn't need to confirm Jane's request, she'd contact the Italian anyway. She takes a deep breath before she gets up to her feet. She wiggles her brows and gets her white coat from the hook so she can join her employees in the lab.

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Jane's arriving on the third floor and looks puzzled at Korsak, who appears to be waiting for her already. She blinks at him a couple of times before she asks, "What's wrong?"

It seems like he doesn't know how to break the news, scratching his chin. "The owner of the missing key card is Kevin Barber."

"Okay," she replies slowly and frowns. "Is he on his way already?"

"Here's the problem. We sent two officers to his house to pick Kevin up. They kicked the door in after they saw someone laying on the floor in the living room. Kevin has been beaten to death."

The Italian stares dumbfounded at the older man before she barked angrily. "You have to be kidding me!"

Korsak wiggles his brows and can understand her frustration. Every time they seem to make progress and then there is another step back. "Frankie's already on his way to the crime scene."

"I need a break," Jane replies and closes her eyes. "If someone's asking for me, tell them that I'll be back in a bit."

Korsak heaves a sigh and walks to his desk. Then, he suddenly turns to the leaving brunette. "And, Jane?"

She slows her steps and turns her head to him. "Yeah."

"Don't do anything stupid, alright."

A small smile plays around her lips and she nods once. "I simply wanna go somewhere where I can scream at the top of my lungs without bothering or scaring someone." She says and turns to leave. "Like we have a suspect that I could beat up." She mumbled under her breath and puts her jacket on.