They entered the gym. Jane was wary. She gripped Maura's hand just a little tighter and pulled her in just a little closer. She had missed the last reunion for a reason: she vowed never to come back here again.

They signed in and Jane got a nametag with her senior year photo on it.

"That's what you looked like in high school? I've only seen the baby photos." Maura said, smiling at the picture.

"I know… I looked dorky." She was tempted to hide the picture.

"No… it's cute…" She laughed and then saw the look on Jane's face. "Okay… it's a little dorky." She conceded.

They went and chatted with a few people before Jane heard the voice of someone she was hoping to avoid for a large part of the evening.

"Well if it isn't Frog Face."

"Shut it, Grant."

He ignored that. "And…Maura? Couldn't find a real date? You had to drag her down here?"

"She is my date. My fiancée, actually."

He laughed. "Alright, I deserved that."

"She wasn't kidding." Maura said, showing the man her ring.

"Wha-? How?" He was stunned to say the least.

"I proposed to her, she said yes. Not that complicated." He was starting to wear on her nerves. She really didn't want to be here.

"When did this happen?"

"A couple months ago." Maura answered for Jane. "After that incident at the station."

"Oh, yeah. I heard about that." His look turned to one of concern. "Everyone's okay, right?"

Maura shook her head. "A couple of people died and some were hospitalized, including Jane and Frankie."

"Really? Wow." Everything seemed to happen when he was gone. He wasn't sure if he was glad to be out of the death trap that workplace happened to be. Either way, he was happy that the two of them got out of it alive even if there were others who didn't.

They chatted for a few minutes, Jane doing her best to ignore him and his teasing. Normally she would be able to throw some playful jests back but she was still not too happy about being here.

"Jane," Maura said, sensing her fiancée's discomfort. "Why don't you go test the punch."

"Sure thing." She chimed, grateful for the escape.

The detective quickly made her way over to the refreshments table and grabbed a cup. She dipped the ladle in and poured it in her cup. She gave it a couple wary sniffs before taking a sip.

"Jane Rizzoli? Is that you?" A grating, high-pitch voice sounded from behind her.

"Hey! Maggie Brown!" She plastered on a smile and faced her.

"Oh! Or is it not Rizzoli anymore?" She asked, spotting the ring.

"Nope… it's still Rizzoli." That brought a question to her mind. Were they going to keep their names? She couldn't ponder it for much longer when more chatter spewed out of her mouth.

"Oh? So you're engaged? Hmm… let me guess… Joey Grant?" She pointed at the man who was currently talking to Maura.

"No. Well, I am engaged but not to him. And what about you? Still scaring off every guy you meet?"

Maggie narrowed her eyes at her as she hid her ringless hand behind her back. "No…" She mumbled. "But anyway, your fiancé couldn't make it here tonight?" He was no doubt some pathetic loser, Maggie thought. There was no way Roly-Poly Rizzoli turned out better than her.

"No, she's right over there."

"She?" Maggie turned to where she was pointing. "Emily Davis? You're engaged to the prom queen?" She asked incredulously.

Jane snorted. "No. Past her. Talking to Grant."

"You're kidding." Even she could acknowledge the fact that the woman was gorgeous. Damn, looked like Jane was winning so far.

"Nope. That's my Maura." Jane beamed.

"Congrats, then." She replied curtly.

"Thanks." Huh, it looked like Maura might be right. This could turn out to be fun after all.

They chatted for a few minutes about the past when Maura came up to them. "Hey Jane! Are you going to introduce me to your friend?"

"Of course. Maura, this is Maggie. Maggie, Maura."

"Nice to meet you." Maggie said unenthusiastically as they shook hands.

"You as well."

"So Jane was just telling me you two are engaged." She asked, hoping this was something Jane was lying about.

"Yep!" She showed her ring as proof.

"How… great!" Her tone, and facial expression, gave away her displeasure. Looking for a way out, she spotted one of her old boyfriends. "Oh, look, there's Adam! I should go say hi! Great catching up with you!" She could barely keep back her eye roll before she ran off.

Maura turned to Jane. "I sensed some animosity there. What happened between you two?"

"Simply put: we were arch-enemies. I didn't let her cheat off my papers and she started spreading rumors and creating horrible nicknames."

After catching up with more of her classmates, and downing a few glasses of punch that was no doubt spiked, Jane eased up. Eventually, she actually dragged Maura out to the dance floor.

"C'mon, Maura, do it with me!" She shouted as she started to do the electric slide. Her movements weren't as well choreographed as much as they were just a mass of flailing limbs.

Maura looked on, amused yet slightly embarrassed for her. Her amused look turned horrified, however, when Jane dragged her out there with her.

"Jane? How much punch have you had?" She asked as her body was forced from side to side, as Jane had taken a hold of her hands and was twisting her body back and forth.

"Only a few glasses…"

"A few?" Maura questioned. Normally she would do anything in her power to get out of such a position, especially considering they were being stared at, but for some reason she felt okay. More than okay, actually. She was having fun.

A few dances in and Jane began to sober up. People in the room began to pair off as a slow song started.

Maura's arms went around Jane's neck while Jane's hands went to Maura's waist. Their eyes met and their soft stares allowed everything else to fade into the background as they gently swayed to the music.

"You know what I just realized?" Jane said suddenly.

"What?"

"This is the first time we've danced together."

Maura smiled as she tenderly caressed the back of Jane's neck. "It is."

A few dances later and the music stopped as someone went up to the stage.

"Hello. I want to thank everyone for coming here tonight. We've tallied your votes and now we're ready to give out the awards. And to read off the names is your very own Prom Queen: Emily Davis!" The head of the committee that organized the reunion said into the microphone.

A few moments passed and everyone in the room realized that no one was going up there.

"Emily?"

A loud scream caused everyone to look to the doors that were slamming open. A woman was covered in blood and crying hysterically. "It's Emily… she's dead!"

Jane took action, running up to the woman. "Where? Where is she?"

"B-bathroom." She looked just about ready to collapse.

"Maura!" Jane called out, but she was headed over there anyway.

"Hey, wait, who made you in charge?" A nearby man asked, causing the duo to stop in their tracks.

"Homicide detective." She flashed her badge and took off towards the nearest bathroom – the one she presumed held the deceased. Maura followed closely.

"I'm coming with you!" Grant called out and then ran to catch up.

Jane took out her phone and dialed her partner. "Frost, we're gonna need a car down here. And Maura's supplies."

She hung up and entered the room. They immediately noticed the familiar pungent and acrid smell of death permeating the room. She saw her former classmate in the corner, torso slashed open and blood still seeping from the wound. The body was still warm – she was killed only moments before.

"Whoever did this might still be here. Grant, make sure no one leaves."

He nodded and left the room.

Maura leaned down to examine it, a few moments later she spoke. "Wow. I haven't seen this since my graduate work."

"What is it?"

"And the accuracy is exquisite."

"Maura!"

"Oh, sorry. Aztec heart extraction. You cut below the ribcage and then reach up and grab the heart. It's very effective."

"Maura," Jane whined. "You know I hate it when you compliment the murderers."

"Sorry." Maura said sheepishly. "I just admire their technique."

She rolled her eyes. "Got anything else? Time of death?"

"Well… I can't be precise but I'd say sometime in the last thirty minutes. She was probably killed just moments before she was found."

"What? Really?"

"Yes, Jane. She's still warm and has no hint of decomposition." She stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"So it had to be someone here…" She thought for a moment. "Maura, stay with the body, I need to help Grant."

Maura nodded. She watched Jane leave before getting back to examining the handiwork on the body.

Out in the gym, Jane flashed her badge again. "Nobody's leaving!" She turned to Grant. "Do you know if everyone is accounted for?"

He shrugged. "I didn't see anyone leave. As far as I know everyone is in here. Except the dead girl."

Jane nodded. "Well have to wait for back-up. We can't do anything without it, there's too many people here."

"Yeah." He agreed.

They kept watch over the exits until they heard sirens. Officers took over the duty of watching the suspects while the detectives split up the responsibilities of interrogation, finding a few open classrooms free to do so.

Hours later and they came up with three prime suspects. They had no alibi for the time period before the killing, as they weren't in the gym then.

"Alright. Then everyone except you three are free to go." She pointed to two men and a woman standing by the officers.

"What? I didn't do anything!" One of the men – Jack Wilson, Jane remembered – shouted. "Just because I was using the bathroom!"

"Quiet down. You're a murder suspect, you idiot!" The woman who had found the decedent – Katie Richards – said.

"Yeah. You'll make us all look bad." Carter Webb – the third suspect – added.

With slight protest by Jack, the three were dragged down to the station for further interrogation, where they could make use of police resources.

"What was your relationship to Emily?" She asked Jack, the last person to be questioned.

He took a moment before answering. "We dated in high school. That's it. I haven't even seen her since then."

Well, she knew that first part already. "Right. So did she break your heart?"

"What? No! I know what you're thinking. I've seen those cop shows. I didn't kill her!"

"You expect me to believe that?" Jane asked forcefully.

"Yes! Because I didn't do it!"

Jane put her hand on her temple and sighed before going to meet with the others in the room behind the mirror.

"He seemed to be telling the truth." Maura said, trying to be helpful.

"I know." She sighed. "I thought this would be an open and shut case but no one seems to be the obvious killer."

Unfortunately, they didn't find anything they could hold any of the suspects on so they had to let them go.

Over the next few days, any wedding planning seemed to be put on hold – they even needed to push back their first dress fitting. Some details were hashed out on their way to and from work but any free time they had was spent trying to find the killer of Jane's old classmate. They had already gone through the list of people that had been invited to the reunion at least a dozen times and through lists of people the victim knew personally a dozen more. They were hitting a brick wall.

"I got nothing, Rizzoli. You?" Korsak asked, taking a seat in his desk.

"Not any closer than before."

"And Maura?"

"No evidence left on the body. She said it was incredible, that such a violent attack should have left something of the culprit."

"Guy musta been careful."

"Forget careful, he would have had to wear a full body suit." Jane was aggravated. Why did one of these cases have to happen now? She wished she was in a TV show and the case would be closed within the hour.

"We'll find something." The older detective assured. "There's no way someone can kill someone and not slip up somewhere."

Jane nodded, hoping he was right.

Hours into checking on the alibis of those who didn't show up and Jane finally found something.

"Really? No record of him at all?" Jane was beaming. Sounds like they might have finally gotten lucky. "Thanks for the help."

Korsak and Frost had looked up at the giddiness in her voice.

"Anthony Darby. His alibi doesn't check out." She said when she saw their curious gazes. She typed his name into the database to bring his file back up. She jotted down his address and headed out with Frost, running into Maura on the way.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Gotta lead on the case."

"Ooh, can I come?"

Jane raised an eyebrow at her. "It would be safer if you didn't."

Maura frowned, a pout starting to form. "Please?"

"Fine." She couldn't resist that look and hoped she wouldn't regret it later.

They arrived at his residence and decided to stay in the car and wait for him to come to them; it was a lot easier that way. A few minutes in, Jane spoke up.

"Hey, Maura… I was wondering something."

"Yes?"

"Are we going to keep our names?"

"Hmm… I hadn't thought about that. I suppose so."

"What? Don't want to be known as Maura Rizzoli?" Jane joked.

"Well… we could always combine our last names. It's not very common but it does happen. Hmm… Isloli? Rizzles?" She tried the different combinations but none of them sounded right.

Jane thought for a moment before it came to her. "Well, what about hyphens?"

Maura considered it for a few seconds. "Good idea. But I want your name to come first."

"Why's that?"

"I feel like I belong more to your family than mine. It just seems right."

Jane smiled. "Alright then, Maura Rizzoli-Isles. Kind of a mouthful though, isn't it?"

Maura shrugged. "There have been longer names."

"Yeah…" She nodded. "I kind of like it. Jane Rizzoli-Isles." She smiled, loving the way the name rolled off the tongue.

Suddenly, Maura jumped up. "There he is!" She yelled, much too loudly for a supposedly stealthy stakeout, while pointing at a man exiting an apartment complex. Luckily he didn't turn around.

"Alright, now stay in the car." Jane said, getting out. Frost, in a car across the street, did the same.

That directive lasted for about three seconds.

"Anthony Darby, you are under arrest for the murder of Emily Davis." She flashed her badge and kept her hand over her gun.

"What? I didn't do nothing."

"That's grammatically incorrect and implies that you did, in fact, do something."

"I didn't know you guys were the grammar police." He laughed.

"Maura? I thought I told you to stay in the car!" Jane admonished.

"I thought you might require my assistance."

"Well I don't! In fact, it'd be a lot easier if I didn't have to worry about you too." She yelled, trying to move in closer to the guy.

Anthony tried to take advantage of this dispute and looked around, trying to decide if it was possible to get away. He spotted Frost moving in on his side and growled under his breath.

When Jane saw he was looking for an escape route, she drew her gun. "Don't move!"

He jumped forward and seized Maura – seeing that she was unarmed – and held her around the waist, effectively pinning her arms at her sides.

"Shoot me and risk killing her!" He shouted.

Jane froze in fear at the thought of him doing anything to Maura. She knew it was a bad idea for the doctor to accompany her. Now maybe next time she'll listen. All and any thoughts of how to get out of this without any harm coming to her love were cut off by a surprising sight.

Maura lifted her leg and slammed her foot down on the man's instep before reaching back and hitting him in a much more sensitive place. When that wasn't enough for him to release his hold she knocked her head back and bashed him in the nose, causing his eyes to water and his grasp to weaken enough for her to scramble forward and seek safety behind Jane.

"Jesus, Maura, were you some kind of special agent in a past life?" Jane asked in astonishment.

"Don't be ridiculous, Jane." Maura laughed. "But I suggest you handcuff him before he decides to run for it."

"Right." Jane said, still shaking her head in disbelief. She moved forward quickly, yanked his hand from his face and the other that was holding his groin, and forced them behind his back. She attached the cuffs and pushed him towards the cruiser, all the while reading him his rights. Soon they were on their way back to the station, happy that yet another murderer was off the streets.

"So… uh… where did you learn that?" Jane asked when they were about halfway there.

Maura shrugged. "Perhaps I did pick something up in that mandatory self-defense class at boarding school after all."

Jane just laughed. Why wasn't she surprised?

When they were a few blocks away from the station, Maura's curiosity got the better of her. She turned around in her seat to face the suspect. "What made you choose that technique?"

"Maura!"

"What? It was extremely accurate and an unusual thing to find at a murder scene!"

Anthony just smiled, choosing to stay quiet the rest of the way there and during most of the interrogation.

About an hour into it, however, he finally broke. He confessed everything and even explained how he managed to do it.

"I just don't get why. Why'd you kill her?" Jane remembered Emily and as far as popular girls went she was uncharacteristically nice.

"She ruined my life!" He yelled. "She made me fall in love with her and then, when I asked her to prom, she just rejected me! I had to get revenge!"

"But that was in high school… why did you decide now would be the time to kill her?"

"Oh, I would have done it sooner but I couldn't find her. Trust me, I searched high and low for that bitch and when I heard there was a reunion coming up I knew I would finally get her back. There was no way miss prom queen would miss it. And I was right."

Jane just shook her head. She would never understand the mentality of these people no matter how many she put away.

She opened the door and motioned for two officers to come in. They took him to what would be what he would call home for the rest of his life.

When the weekend finally came, Jane couldn't be happier. All she wanted to do was relax. But she couldn't as they had far too many things to do.