Jane sat back in her cruiser after re-interviewing the last of the people on her list. She spoke with two of the men who played poker with Dunn and their wives as well as three other neighbours. Korsak had the other two poker players and four neighbours while Frankie had the remainder of the street, which totalled to seven houses. Korsak was already seated in the cruiser when Jane sat down, but Frankie was on his second last house.

"Anything?"

"Jack Ford-"

"One of the poker players?"

"Yeah; he said that a couple of months ago, Thomas Dunn started betting with some, as he put it, odd looking money."

"How so?"

"He said that it looked as if it had never been folded or creased or even used; almost like it was counterfeit."

"Was it?"

"He swiped a fifty and swapped it for one of his better looking notes hoping to check it out later, but Dunn apparently blew up at him, saying that he had to keep that money to himself. Ford asked why he was even betting with it then to which Dunn replied, 'it's all I have.'"

"So he was hooked on gambling, so much so that all the money he had was counterfeit, or something?"

"Yeah... It's confusing me too. What did you get?"

"Nothing; just the same stuff we got the first time we interviewed them. Hopefully Frankie gets something." Jane rested her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes. The sigh that left her told that it was too late to be working. She looked at the car clock and grumbled as she closed her eyes again, knowing that Maura would be wondering just how late Jane would really be. She pulled out her phone and dialled Maura and put her phone on speaker.

"Hello, Jane."

"Hey, babe. I'm sorry to say this, but this is going to be a late night, so why don't you just go to bed and I'll let you know when I get in."

"Alright. Have you had dinner?"

"No, but I think we'll grab something on the way back to the precinct," Jane said looking at Korsak, to which he nodded.

"Just as long as you do."

"So, how was your day?" Jane could hear Maura sit up in bed and slap her thigh excitedly, which made her smile through her tiredness.

"Angela and I played Monopoly, and Life, and we had pancakes for lunch and then we watched a few movies that were on T.V, and then we played Monopoly again tonight, because I won the first time, and she wanted to beat me." Jane's smile widened at how happy her girlfriend sounded. She swore that she could fall asleep listening to Maura telling her about her day all the time.

"Sounds like you had a great day."

"Oh, it was. It would've been even better if you came home earlier, because then we could have a little fun of our own."

"Maura! You're on speaker!"

"Oops. Who's there?"

"Just me," Korsak said, even though he was chuckling too much to make it understandable.

"Oh, hello, Vince. Well, I'll let you two get back to your work and Jane, I'll see you later. Love you."

"Love you, too, Maura." Jane finished off with blowing air kisses to Maura, then hang up to nudge Korsak who was still in a fit of laughter next to her.

"Hey... what's so funny?" Frankie asked as he flopped in to the back seat.

"Nothing," Jane said sternly. "What have you got?"

"Well, are you ready for this?" He paused and looked at Jane, waiting for her to say so.

"Yes!" she grumbled.

"Okay; the house down the end; four friends live there. Two guys and two girls."

"Yeah," Jane said, trying to wait as patiently as she could for Frankie to get to whatever was so interesting.

"Now one of the girls, Vicki, was a little nervous while I was asking about where they worked and what not, so I spoke to her for a minute outside when she was seeing me off. As far as her roomies know, she works at a florist, but it doesn't pay a lot. She did a delivery a while back which led her to meet this guy who suggested a job for her as a waitress... at a club... a poker club... in Southie... where they gamble obscene amounts of money... and like to have pretty ladies to keep them company."

"And she's a pretty lady?" Korsak asked.

"Yeah, and she never really took notice of any of the guys; just waited their tables, flirted a little, got some good tips, but one night, she waited on this table and one of the guys just stood out, because he was serious, as she said. Like he didn't want to have fun or something, just win his money and go. She didn't think any more of it, but when the four of them moved into this new place, she ran into this same guy."

"Thomas Dunn."

"Yep; and he freaked. He kept coming by the house telling her to keep quiet and not tell anyone that he was going there. Now she knew that this club did some pretty shifty things, most of them illegal, but it was Southie, so she let it go, but she said it was like 'he didn't want anyone to know that he went to that end of town."

"Why?"

"She didn't know, but she still kept seeing him at the club and he still came around the next day making sure she was keeping it quiet."

"Okay, so maybe he was just worried about getting in debt with these guys."

"That's what I thought, but his bank accounts say he had enough money for him to stay afloat and pay back anything he owned."

"Ah, this case is annoying me," Jane grumbled as she started the car and pulled off into the dark of night.

Half an hour later, Jane and Korsak were at their desks staring at the murder board trying to piece it all together. "Frankie went to the bathroom twenty minutes ago; where is he?"

"Beats me," Korsak answered before taking a long drink from his coffee cup.

"Maybe he fell asleep on it," Jane suggested, to which Korsak pulled a face.

"I didn't need that image," he grumbled. A second later, Frankie burst back into the room with an evidence bag. "Where were you?"

"Okay; so I was thinking after you said about the counterfeit and that it was all he had, that maybe it was actually counterfeit and it was all he had."

"How very clever of you," Jane dead-panned.

"Well, I thought that if it was all he had that it would be in his wallet which was on him when he was dumped, correct?"

"Correct." Frankie held up the bag and shook it and then held up a manila folder and shook it too.

"Thank goodness some lab techs have no life, right?" he said as he handed Jane the folder. She shook her head at him and opened the folder.

"It's counterfeit."

"So, he had to keep it to himself and not let any of his group win, like we thought, and the same goes for at the club."

"Now, here's what I also found out while the lab tech was checking that," Frankie said as he pointed to the evidence bag that sat on the edge of Korsak's desk. "You can make counterfeit anywhere, right? But this also had trace amounts of some chemical which is too long for me to say, so I'll just say this: the co-owner of the club's son is a pretty clever scientist dude who's working on something, I'm too tired to open the folder and look, but he's working with that chemical."

"So he's making counterfeit and somehow Dunn's gotten his hands on it and... Arthur Finnigan has found out?" Jane asked as she read through the folder's contents.

"Dr. Arthur Finnigan."

"Sorry," Jane sighed. "Okay, so we have a suspect, right?"

"Yeah," Frankie said looking over to Korsak.

"It seems so."

"Awesome; let's go home and do this tomorrow," Jane said standing up and grabbing her jacket. Korsak and Frankie followed, the latter tidying his desk quickly so that it would be easier to start in the morning.

"Why did they dump him, though?" Frankie asked as they stepped into the elevator.

"Maybe he felt guilty for killing him."

"And knew his work was too important for him to be selfish enough to kill himself out of guilt, so he gave us the dead body," Frankie finished.

"What do you think, Korsak?"

"I think this can wait until tomorrow." The two Rizzolis chuckled at the elder detective who was almost asleep already, leaning up against the wall of the elevator.

Jane took her boots off before she stepped into Maura's house, not wanting to disturb the pets downstairs, and quickly made her way to Maura's room. She slipped into the bathroom and stripped before jumping in the shower and rinsing off the day's sweat and frustration. She tried not to get her hair wet, even though it could use a wash, but decided to leave it, too, until tomorrow. She let the hot water wash over her sore and tired muscles and imagined how it would feel in the next few minutes to be curled around Maura, smelling her hair and drifting off to sleep.

She turned the water off, stepped out, and dried herself slowly. She could have gone faster, but she was already too far past exhausted to find the effort. She shook her head at herself for forgetting to bring her pyjamas in with her and so thought that she'd quickly pull them on before jumping into bed. She opened the door just enough to see Maura, but noticed that her skin was showing over the top of the sheets. Jane smiled as she turned the light off then walked over and crawled into bed with her naked girlfriend. She wrapped her body around Maura's, and tucked her nose into the blonde's soft hair.

"Hi," Maura whispered as she entwined her fingers with Jane's in front of her.

"Hi," Jane mumbled back.

"Goodnight," the doctor hushed, pulling Jane's hand up to kiss the back of it before the brunette replied, but she didn't, for she had already fallen asleep.