Jane nodded to the officer who was on duty outside the house the next morning as she headed toward her car. She had lost that argument with Cavanaugh. Maura had already left – Jane having escorted her to her car about 30 minutes ago.

She had already had two cups of coffee that morning after barely sleeping all night. Once Cavanaugh had left Jane had gone outside to the back porch and sat down. Maura had come out a few moments later, not saying anything at first.

"It's not your fault."

Jane let out a little laugh. "Sam dated her because she looked like me. No other reason for it than that. She looked like me and it got her killed."

"Yes, Sam dated her because she reminded her of you. But Jane, that doesn't mean you are responsible for her death. The only person who is responsible is Sam," Maura said calmly. "If you start blaming yourself, you are going to lose focus. And if I know anything, I know that in order for us to get Sam and make her pay for all she has done we need you to focus."

"Make her pay?" Jane asked, confused that Maura would use that particular phrasing.

"Yes," Maura said. "In a legitimate manner of course, but Sam thinks she is invincible. She thinks she is untouchable. We have to show her that she isn't. You have to show her. It has to be you because she has to see that you aren't someone she can control. You aren't someone who is a victim."

Jane turned away from her, staring out at the back yard. In another time she would have sat out there with her wife and thought about the future. She would think about a child out there playing in the yard – their child.

That kind of life seemed distant to her now.

"Did you know?" Jane asked. "I mean did you suspect that the woman was Penny?"

"No," Maura said. "Being in the water that long … well you saw her and even the hair color and all of that, you know me I don't jump to conclusions."

"I know," Jane said. "I didn't mean to imply … just forget I said anything."

They didn't say anything to each other after that until Maura finally excused herself to go back inside. Jane continued to sit out there for a long time thinking about Penny. She thought again about how it was possible that Sam was someone she had once loved. Had Sam changed that much that or had Jane been blind to the person she really was?

When she finally came back inside Maura was in bed reading. Jane changed into her bed clothes but told Maura she was going to watch TV for a while as she wasn't tired. She turned it on ESPN but after one viewing of SportsCenter which she didn't pay attention to, she turned it to some movie she wasn't paying attention to.

She wasn't aware how long she had been out there until Maura came out.

"Jane. It's past 2, don't you think you should come to bed."

"Yeah," she replied, turning off the TV. "I'm gonna get a glass of water and then I will be right in."

"Ok."

As Maura headed back to the bedroom, Jane went to the kitchen. She poured a glass of water and drank a bit of it as she was leaning against the counter looking toward the hall to the bedroom. She lifted the glass to her lips again, but her hand stopped part way up. She stood that way for several moments before putting the glass down and rushing into to the bedroom calling out Maura's name.

"What's wrong?" Maura asked as she entered the room. Whether she had gotten out of bed or hadn't yet returned to bed Maura was on her feet.

"That morning, the morning you … the day I was taken, was there a beer bottle next to the divorce papers when you left?"

"Did you remember something?"

"I don't know for sure. Was there a beer bottle?"

Maura didn't answer immediately, thinking about the answer so she could be as sure as she could possibly be before answering. "No," she said, there wasn't.

"The crime scene photos," Jane said, whirling around and heading to the guest bedroom. She had her laptop in there with her case information on it. She got it out and booted it up, aware that Maura had followed her. "Come on, come on," she said as it felt like the computer was going extra slow.

Once it was up, she clicked into the folder where she kept the information and found the sub folder marked photos. Bringing them up, she began to scroll through the ones that had been taken of her apartment once they had determined a crime had been committed.

She stopped on one where the divorce papers had been that morning. But there was no bottle.

"I think I opened up a beer that morning," Jane said. "I think I was drinking it while I was looking at those papers. I couldn't believe you had done that, that you would leave like that after we had spent the night making love. I was going to call you. I had the phone in my hand to call you and then … then there was a knock at the door."

Maura could see from Jane's expression that as she spoke she was remembering.

"Who was at the door?"

"I don't know," Jane said looking at her finally. "That's all I got."

"There had been no sign of a forced entry or a struggle inside your apartment," Maura said. "Is it possible that it was Sam knocking on your door and you let her in?"

"No," Jane said. "We know Sam was at work. There was no poking a hole in that alibi. We know she was working with at least one of other person if not more. Maybe someone she hired."

"Yes, but it is not likely that you would open the door and let someone in that you didn't know."

"Maybe I didn't let them in. Maybe I answered the door and they caught me off guard before I could do anything."

"Then why is the beer bottle significant to you?"

Jane thought it through. They had talked about various scenarios over and over again – as had Korsak, Frost and Frankie. They had discussed how someone had gotten her out of the apartment without someone seeing something and reporting it as suspicious and they had come up with nothing beyond conjecture. She had even gone back to the place she had been living at the time in hopes of it jogging her memory and while there she had talked to people. The problem was it wasn't a nice place to live and people tended to not stay living there for long stretches.

The only reason she had been staying there was so she could pour her money into finding something on Sam.

There was no security, no outside lock to the main doors, and no cameras.

"It wasn't there when the crime scene photos were taken, and if I am remembering it right that I was drinking a beer, it means that it was thrown away sometime after the knock on the door."

She paused.

"Maybe I wasn't taken at my apartment."

"What do you mean?"

"What if I left willingly and was taken afterward?"

"It's possible. We really have no idea where you were taken," Maura said. "Do you think you left with the person who knocked on your door?"

"I don't know. Maybe the knock on the door was a mistake. Maybe it has nothing to do with any of it."

"Ok, let's say it doesn't. Then where would you have gone of your own accord?"

"Here," Jane said. "I would have come here to try and talk to you."

"I wouldn't have been here," Maura said. "I had left immediately that morning for Maine. If you came here, you would have found the place empty."

"Sam had someone following you and most likely me," Jane said. She began to pace as she worked it through in her mind. "Grabbing me here would be too risky. The neighbors, they would have noticed anything out of the ordinary. No, this had to have happened at my apartment. Damn it," she said shutting the laptop hard. "Why can't I remember?"

"You can't force it to happen," Maura said, tentatively reaching out and touching Jane's arm. "It will either come back or it won't, but you can't make it happen. Come on. Come to bed. Whether you feel like sleeping or not, come to bed. It's been a long and emotional day. You need to rest."

Jane knew she wouldn't be able to sleep now but she let Maura lead her to the bedroom. Both women got into bed, and both laid there in the dark with their own thoughts for a long time before either fell asleep.

Jane got into work, checking first that Maura was down in her office. There was an officer stationed outside of the morgue as a precaution. She didn't linger for very long, just long enough to make sure Maura felt safe.

When she got upstairs she reviewed what she remembered or thought she remembered with Korsak and Cavanaugh. Frost was off with Crowe, bringing him up to speed with the Penny Moscot murder. He was now lead detective since Jane had been pulled off the case and Cavanaugh thought it best if Crowe took it over instead of Frost given that he was Jane's partner. Frost would be working on the case in a support role. Jane had been warned once more that morning that she was not to be active with the case.

While she knew Cavanaugh was right in taking her and Maura off of it, she still wanted to be a part of it.

She spent most of the day in Cavanaugh's office as she and Korsak went over plans for the recommitment ceremony which would be a week from Saturday. Their wedding had been at an outdoors venue at the botanical gardens but they nixed the idea of having it there because it was too accessible. Above all else Jane was emphasizing that Maura had to be protected.

While she knew it was her that Sam was obsessed with Jane worried that she wouldn't be the one being targeted. She worried that Sam would go after Maura. Already feeling guilty about Penny, Jane knew that if anything happened to Maura it would devastate her.

Since the botanical garden was out – and frankly most wedding venues had already been booked – they had settled on having the ceremony at a reception hall that could easily be equipped for surveillance. They had hired decorators and caterers so most of those details were being handled for them so they could concentrate on security.

They expected that if Sam was to try anything it would be in the time leading up to the ceremony in a bid to stop it from happening. But determining what that might be was nothing more than guesswork so they had to have an overall plan that allowed them to react. Cavanaugh insisted on the officers being stationed outside their home up until the day of the ceremony. But he did relent to them not be followed by officers otherwise. Jane had argued that Sam might be too skittish to try something if she saw they were constantly under guard. She took full responsibility for Maura's safety.

When she finally emerged from Cavanaugh's office, Frost had returned to his desk although Crowe was standing beside it speaking to him. As Jane approached, Crowe stood up straighter.

"Hey Rizzoli, I just wanted to let you know we're going to get her," he said.

"Thanks," she said. "I know I'm not on the case but…"

"We'll keep you informed," Crowe said.

She nodded, not used to having too many civil conversations with Crowe, and sat at her desk.

"Did you guys get anywhere?" she asked Frost.

"Nah, her father is coming down tomorrow. We'll talk with him then," Frost said.

"We're hoping he might be able to shed some light on what kind of contact Penny had with Sam after they broke up," Crowe added. "The NYPD went through her apartment for us. We should have the emailed photos and report within a couple of hours and we started the process of requesting her cell records."

She got him up to date with all that they had discussed with Cavanaugh and what she thought she had remembered about someone having knocked on her door. She had her next appointment tomorrow with Dr. Peters and she hoped that this might be seen as a good step toward her remembering all of it.

….

Maura didn't like the idea of having an officer on guard in her morgue. There were often people in there observing autopsies so it wasn't as if the extra person bothered her, it was what the officer represented.

She too hadn't slept much last night. She could tell Jane was awake next to her for the better part of the evening, but they didn't have words to speak to each other. It was one thing for their lives to have been shattered by Sam but to have an innocent woman killed added a whole other layer to it. Even before all of this she worried about Jane ever fully recovering from the experience and now she wondered if it was even possible.

She knew her wife would hold on to the guilt of Penny's death.

It was why they needed to bring Samantha into custody. That was the only thing that would make any of this more palatable.

Yesterday had been a wonderful day up until Cavanaugh coming to their door. She knew why he had to come see them, but a part of her wished he had waited until today to tell them. She wished they could have had just one good day.

She also knew Jane would be more worried about her than anything else. While she appreciated it, she wished Jane would save some of that worry for herself. She wanted Jane to be careful. She wanted Jane to be safe.

But Jane would probably go all out in her pursuit of Samantha, regardless of her own safety. It was just how Jane was. Maura had to accept that as Jane's coworker, her friend and finally her wife. Accepting it as her wife was the hardest. She thought being part of the job that she wouldn't be like Angela, who often worried if her two children would make it home when called out. As it turned out, Maura shared those fears.

Thinking back to Angela calling her while in Maine to ask her if she had heard from Jane, Maura hadn't just been worried, she had felt fear – the fear that Jane wasn't coming home. Even in divorcing Jane she knew there would never come a time that she didn't worry about her well-being because she had still loved Jane and knew she always would.

She still held onto her own fair share of guilt in all of this. She had made it easier for Samantha to get to Jane. If she had only been less worried about her own hurt maybe things would have been different. Logically she knew that even if she had made different decisions Samantha would still have come after Jane in some other ways. There was no reasoning with this woman.

Her office phone rang and she answered it – it was from the officer upstairs on duty at the main doors. She had a visitor – Gary Stipling. She gave the go ahead for him to be allowed downstairs and then waited for him at the elevators.

"Hello Maura," he said after stepping off the elevator. He immediately asked her if there was some place they could speak in private and she led him to her office.

"What is this about?" she asked.

"I found Madilyn Stanwick's grandson," he said.

"But I thought you said she didn't have one."

"She doesn't, at least not in the familial sense. The person she considers her grandson isn't related to her. I guess you could call him a non-formal adopted grandson," Stipling said. "In the report I gave Jane, I noted that Mr. Stanwick received a commendation for rescuing a man from a fire that he came across one night. Turns out the guy had a young son who from that moment on idolized Mr. Stanwick. Idolized him so much he too became a cop."

"And you know who this person is?"

He handed over a file folder which she opened. Her eyes went to the picture of the officer – not just an officer now but a homicide detective.

She was looking at a photo of Detective Darren Crowe.