She lies to her mother, and tells her that she has an eye doctor's appointment. Angela picks the kids up, to take them to school, and daycare, the following Friday. Jane sits in the parking lot, in front of the doctor's office, for nearly ten minutes. Finally she gets out. Before she makes it inside the building, she vomits into the shrubbery.
She tries to block the next forty minutes worth of events out of her mind. Her phone rings as she heads to her car. She shoves pamphlets, and prescriptions under the seat of her car. She turns on the car, and races towards her destination.
She finds her co-workers at a nice brownstone, in a nice neighborhood, at the end of a quiet street. Her boots make a clicking sound as she trots down the walkway, towards the entrance of the house. She flashes her badge, and a uniformed officer raises the tape. She ducks under it, and continues towards the house. She notices several people lingering outside the entrance of the house. She furrows her brow in confusion, but heads in without a word.
She walks through the door, and instantly realizes why so many people are standing outside. Only Korsak, and Dr. Isles are in the living room of the house. She tries not to breathe, as she moves towards them. Maura looks up. Without a word, she nudges Korsak. Korsak grabs a bucket, from the pile, near his feet. He offers it to Jane. Jane shakes her head, and waves him off.
She looks at the two bodies, lying on the floor. She swallows hard, this proves to be a mistake. She backs away slowly, at first, and then turns and runs out of the house. She joins Frost in the bushes. She proceeds to throw up in the bushes for several minutes. Having, finished empting his own stomach, Frost kindly holds her hair out of the way. When she comes back up for air, he reaches into his pocket.
"They were supposed to be on vacation, for two weeks. They were scheduled to leave two and a half weeks ago. They never made it to their hotel. The neighbor, was suspicious, called PD." He holds up a bottle of mouthwash, "Want some?"
She nods. She takes the bottle from him. She swishes and spits.
"It was like a hundred degrees in there," Jane adds.
"That's not the worst of it," he tells her.
"What could be worse than that smell?" she questions.
He hands her a tissue, "You may want to blow your nose. It kind of creeps back up on you, if you don't."
She takes the tissue from him. She blows her nose, and stuffs it into the pocket of her blazer.
"What else is there?"
He points to the doorway.
"How many suitcases do you count?" He inquires.
She tilts her head, "Two big, four small."
"Yep."
"So?"
"Kids," he tells her.
"Oh," her heart sinks.
"We found them upstairs, in their beds."
"Four of them?"
"Yeah, but that's the problem."
"What do you mean?"
"They had five kids. An fourteen year old, a twelve year old, an eleven year old, and three month old twins."
"Whose missing? The fourteen year old?"
"No. Everyone is accounted for, but the three month old girl."
"This is going to be a tough case."
"You don't know the half of it," he tells her.
"What do you mean?"
"The three oldest kids, had wounds consistent with the parents. The infant boy, had no apparent trauma."
"So they just left him?"
"Dr. Isles will have to figure that out."
"We're going to have a long weekend, aren't we?" She questions.
"Yeah," he nods.
Hours later, Jane heads down to autopsy. She finds Maura in the middle of an autopsy. She offers a cup of coffee. Maura pauses, and peels her gloves off. She gladly takes the coffee from Jane.
"I hate autopsying kids," Maura begins.
"I know."
"There are four of them," Maura adds.
"I know."
"I was saving him for last," Maura points to the tiny body on the table.
"Something change your mind?"
"I did the preliminaries, and... I kept thinking that I won't be able to focus, if I do the others first."
"It smells..."
"The others are in the coolers. It cuts down on the smell."
"Can we not talk about smells?" Jane questions.
"Sure," Maura nods, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Nothing. Anything, but this case, or my life."
"Is your mom picking the kids up?"
"Yeah. They're going to stay with her, while I'm here."
"You should go home, and get some rest. You have two kids that need to see you."
"I know, but right now, the best place for me to be, is here."
"What do you mean?"
"Maura, I don't know if I can do this."
"That's ok."
"No," Jane shakes her head, "it's not."
"How was your appointment?"
Maura notices the sullen look on Jane's face, "Terrible."
"Why do you say that?"
"He told me things that I didn't want to know."
"The truth, you mean?" Maura tries to clarify.
"Yeah."
"You'll figure it out."
"I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"It's worse than I thought."
"How can it be worse than you thought?"
"It just is."
"He confirmed?"
"Yes?"
"But you already knew. How can it be worse?"