Maura was tossed out of the car and marched forcefully to a lonely grave. The woman stood next to her whose face has remained steely calm all the time in the warehouse now cracked with emotion. Maura took her distraction over the grave to assess her surroundings; the grave was at the back of an old church which was now derelict, she could see no other forms of life around them and she felt dread swirling in her stomach against the already persistent chills of the evening air in her pyjamas. Maura could see the fire begin to spark in the other woman's face and she knew she had to stall as long as she possibly could. Jane will come for me...won't she? "Paddy Doyle doesn't care about me, he won't care if you kill me."

The other woman scoffed "That why he's dying in hospital coz he shot the guy who tried to kill you and got shot by the cops?"

Maura bit the inside of her cheek at the memory and consequences of that day in the warehouse. "If you know that then you must know that he hasn't been a part of my life at all until very recently. I didn't even know I was adopted."

The woman turned to face Maura with a grim expression "Aw poor little princess. Am I supposed to feel sorry for you is that it?"

"No. I am simply stating that killing me won't get you the reaction you want because Doyle won't care." Even as she said the words she tried to fight against the hives spreading across her chest.

The laugh let Maura know that her lie was not convincing. "You are an awful liar. That's something you didn't get from Daddy." She circled the medical examiner like a predator stalking her prey. "You know I was just going to kill you and let Paddy live with his choices and mistakes...but as it doesn't look like dearest daddy is gonna make it I might let you live after all...with all of the guilt, disappointment and the consequential hate for your adoptive mother."

"She only did what she thought was best for me." Maura took a deep breath as the memories from her childhood floated to the surface.

"She's the same as your real mom."

Maura eyes flew up in desperation at the mention of her birth mother. How does she know?

"Your real mom didn't care, didn't want you...gave you up for dead."

Tears filled Maura's eyes as she shook her head in disbelief. Ever since she found out about her adoption she had been curious about her birth mother, what she was like, what she did...whether she was still alive, but to hear that her own mother didn't want her was too much to handle.

The other woman looked at the ME triumphantly, she could see the heartbreak on her face but it wasn't quite enough, she wasn't completely destroyed yet...she smiled as she hatched the next stage...Hang on Doctor, your punishment is only just beginning...I'm gonna have you in pieces at my feet begging for the release of death before this night is out.

Maura tried to get a hold of her emotions and convince herself that this woman would tell her anything to try and break her and she couldn't let that happen. She stood up tall and held her chin up defiantly.

She could see the small flicker of hope pass across those hazel eyes and she grimaced. "Don't believe me doctor? We'll see about that." She held the knife at the ME and gestured across the graveyard.

As Maura started to walk thoughts were racing and jumbling in her mind. What does she mean? Where is Jane? What's going to happen to me? I'm not ready to die. Please help me Jane. I have so much I want to do. Jane...

Jane sped to the address not giving a fuck about traffic laws nor about anyone who got in her way; she would have mowed over an elderly woman if she got in the way. She felt sick as that thought crossed her mind but there was something that had begun to grow inside of her and it was a dark beast who cared about one thing, and one thing only; Maura.

As Korsak neared the warehouse where the two men had entered he drew his gun, checked his ammo and began creeping his toward a dirtied window. As he snuck forward he could hear voices inside but was too far to make any words or people out. As he reached the window he heard screaming and his grip on his gun tightened; all he wanted to do was burst in there and take everybody out, but he had no idea how many he was up against nor how many were armed. He poked his head up and quickly peeked in the window; all he could see where the two men from the pub, Frost and Angela who appeared to be tied up. Just as he was about to make his move he heard the skidding of tires and he span to point his gun at the offending car.

Jane flew out of the car, armed with her gun like a bat out of hell, she narrowly stopped herself firing at Korsak who jumped out in front of her with his arms held up. "Fuck! Korsak! You got a death wish or something?!"

"Shh!"

Before Jane could snap at him for shushing her he grabbed her by her lapel and threw her under the window. She glared at him fiercely and opened her mouth to yell again when he began signing at her. He indicated to her that there were two visible perps inside along with Frost and her Ma. At the thought of her Ma in danger it split Jane in two; the cop side of her was hurriedly formulating plans and was burning to spur her body into action. The other half of her was the daughter, the little girl, the teenager, the woman who, as much as her Ma annoyed the hell out of her; putting her in dresses, setting her up with boys, walking in on her, she was her Ma, the one steady in her life, her rock. The tears were there but Jane couldn't let them fall, not yet.

Korsak could see the emotions playing out on the younger detective's face and he had to force himself not to get emotional too; they were victims inside, not his close friends. He steeled himself as Jane did so visibly and she began signing out their plan of attack. Korsak nodded firmly as Jane snuck around the building to find another entrance.

All four people inside heard the squeal of tires and scattering of gravel outside and the pair of heavies drew their concealed weapons and pointed them at the main door they had just come through. Both Frost and Angela exchanged glances of merged emotions; hope and fear. It could be more of the enemy come to help out, or it could be the cavalry. They could only wait to find out. One of the goons gestured to the bigger of the two "Get them up. We do this now." Frost watched as he eyed up the pulley in the ceiling and Frost felt fear begin to rise in his stomach.

As the other goon grabbed the tied pair up off their feet he frowned at his partner "What 'bout the car?" He proceeded to drag Angela and Frost over to the pulley controls and began lowering the large hook.

The smaller guy walked over to the window and grimaced as he saw the unmarked sitting outside. "Cop." Both Angela and Frost shared a look of shared relief. He turned back and barked out an order "Get them hooked onto that thing."

The bigger of the two men did as he was told and hooked the hook of the pulley under the rope holding the two captive before wrapping another length or two of rope around their bodies to secure them. As smiled and waved at the struggling pair as he pressed the up button and watched as their feet left the ground.

"B-Barry..." Angela's voice shook with fear as they rose off the ground.

"It's ok Mrs Rizzoli...you heard someone's outside for us." Frost pretended not to see the dark water at the end of the warehouse, he tried his best to stop the images of drowned corpses he had seen crossing in front of his eyes, he was thankful that Angela couldn't see his face in that moment, she would have immediately realized that everything wasn't ok. Come on guys, whoever it is out there we need you in here!

As the larger goon began to lower the pair on the hook down toward the water the smaller one spun at the sound of a door opening. He held the gun out steady in front of him and laughed sinisterly. "Hey Bobby! Check this out!"

Bobby turned away from the controls, leaving Frost and Angela slowly falling toward the black water, as he saw the figure in the doorway he too chuckled as he raised his gun. "Hey ain't that the old timer who warned us off in the pub?"

"Yup. All alone." The smile he gave Korsak was smug "Hey old man, next time you wanna follow up a threat bring back up." The two goons cocked their guns and prepared to pull their triggers as a loud bang rang out from behind them.

"He did."

Gunshots rang out around the warehouse and as two bodies fell to the dirty floor the two left standing threw smug satisfied smiles at Frost and Angela who by this time were up to their chins in the ice cold water.