Jane showers quickly, and gets dressed. She doesn't bother to dry her hair. She pulls it into a pony tail, and leaves the bathroom. She walks down the hallway to the stairs. When she gets downstairs she heads into the kitchen. She finds her father rinsing plates in the sink.
"They're in the laundry room," he tells her before she can ask.
She doesn't reply. She simply leaves the room. She goes to the base of the stairs, and opens the door to the basement. She makes her way down the stairs. She can hear her mother talking as she walks. Finally she gets to the bottom of the stairs. She makes a left hand turn. She finds Angela putting clothes into the washer. Peyton quietly sits on top of the dryer.
"When did you get a new washer, and dryer?" Jane questions.
"I don't know," she shrugs, "a year and a half ago."
"A year and a half ago?"
"Your father got them for me for my birthday."
"Daddy broke down and bought you a new washer and dryer?" Jane quizzes in disbelief.
"It was time. They were twenty years old."
"I know, I'm just surprised," Jane admits, "you guys never replace anything until it stops working."
"Well the washer died, and your father said that we weren't going to replace it unless we got the set and..."
"So you killed the dryer?" Jane accuses.
"No. I just let your brother try and fix it."
"Clever," Jane admits.
"I thought so."
"Why are you sitting on the dryer?" Jane asks Peyton.
"Grandma put me here," she answers.
"Ma why would you put her on top of the dryer?"
"I don't know if you noticed, but there are piles of laundry down here. I didn't want one of them to eat her. Plus she always sits on the dryer."
"No she doesn't," Jane argues.
"Jane do remember when she was four days old and..."
"No ma I don't remember because I hadn't slept for five days."
"Right. She was crying, and there wasn't anything wrong with her. You were exhausted so I took her. I brought her down here, because your father was growling about not having any clean clothes. I put her in her bouncy seat, and sat it on top of the dryer. She fell asleep the second I turned it on."
"I don't remember that."
"I always wondered why you never asked about the bouncy seat sitting on the dryer."
"I wasn't allowed to do laundry until I was twenty five. You were afraid I'd mess the clothes up."
Jane's phone starts ringing. Angela looks at her, "Don't answer it," she warns. Jane takes the phone out of her pocket. She pulls it to her ear.
"Rizzoli," she answers.
Angela listens closely to Jane's end of the conversation.
"You're sure that's what he said? Isn't there someone else? I don't know if I can. I'll try to figure something out. Ok, bye," she hangs up.
"Work?" Angela questions.
"Yeah," Jane nods.
"Are you leaving?" Angela asks.
"I don't want to."
"But?"
"We've got a quadruple homicide. They need me," Jane admits.
Peyton and Angela remain silent. Jane moves over to the dryer. She reaches out for Peyton. She slips her arms under Peyton's armpits and lifts her off the dryer. Peyton clings to her. Jane kisses the top of her head. "I'm not going to go," she reassures her.
"You have to," Peyton replies.
"No I don't," Jane argues.
"I'll be fine. You should go. I don't want you to get in trouble."
"I want to stay here with you," Jane answers.
"You've got to go to work. I'll be fine."
"Peyton..." Jane tries to reason.
"I don't want you to go, but you have to. I'll be fine with gramma."
"I..."
"Go!" Peyton insists.
Jane leaves the basement. She grabs her keys, but doesn't head for the door. She goes into the living room where Peyton and Angela are folding laundry. "I thought you were leaving," Peyton points out as she sits on the couch. Jane bends down and hugs Peyton. She kisses her forehead. "I love you."
"Bye, love you," Peyton replies.
Jane gets into her car, and slowly pulls away. The whole drive she fights the urge to turn around. Finally she arrives at her crime scene. Maura waits for her inside the house.
"Can we make this snappy?" Jane questions.
"You got a hot date?" Korsak teases.
Jane doesn't say anything, she simply shoots him a look.
"Where are the victims?" Jane asks Maura.
"Living room, kitchen, and upstairs in a bedroom."
"Four?"
"Husband, wife, and two kids."
"COD?"
"GSW."
"Is that a fact or conjecture?"
"More like a theory, but I think that it's safe to say it's the cause of death."
"What makes you think that?"
"You'll see," Maura answers.
"Where's Frost?"
"He's outside somewhere. He's been vomiting for the last half an hour. I'm going to head upstairs if you want to come."
Jane follows Maura up the stairs. She slips on a pair of blue gloves. At the top of the stairs Maura makes a left. Jane follows her into the room. Maura flips on the light. Jane watches quietly as Maura examines the victims.
"I hate people," Jane admits as she stares at the lifeless bodies lying on adjacent beds. Immediately in front of her is a four year old little boy. To her left is a six year old little boy.
"I know."
"I'll be downstairs if you need me," Jane tells her.
Jane leaves the room, but she lingers at the top of the stairs. For some reason she decides to go across the hallway. Across the hallway she finds the master bedroom. The bed is made, and the blinds are closed. The room seems unusually quiet. Jane turns on the light to illuminate the room. She looks in the master bathroom, and finds it just as tidy as the bedroom. She opens another door, and steps into the walk in closet. She immediately looks up, but finds no opening for an attic. She finds racks of clothes on her right, and immediately in front of her. She flips the light switch on the wall next to the door. The light reveals nothing new. She leaves the room, and walks down the hall to the next room.
She twists the knob, and pushes the door open. She flips on the light, and finds that she's in a nursery. To her left, against the wall is a changing table. To her right is a closet. In front of her is a crib. To the left of the crib, in the corner is a floor lamp, and a rocking chair. Jane takes a deep breath, and walks across the floor, to the crib. She peers inside, and finds it empty. She exits the room, and goes into the hallway. She walks to the stairs.
On the staircase she meets Korsak. "Where's the fire?" he questions. She looks up at him. "Where's the baby," she answers.
