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See Author's Note (Chapter one)

A nonexisting baby was already interfering… Though nothing of that mattered anymore as she was being woken by her beauty, performing cunnilingus, half an hour before they had to get out of bed.

If walls could talk…

they would tell that whatever was going on sometimes, it would just make them stronger…

Marcus was his own boss, he had called his friend and employee. He trusted Matt enough to keep the firm running. Nothing mattered but Anna.

Waiting in the hall, for the doctors to finish examining his wife, his look felt onto a paper, sitting on a chair. He wasn't sure, but the picture had a lot of resemblance to Julie. But that couldn't be… could it? She had left for South America after high school… why would she end up dead in Boston? The whole thing was forgotten the moment he was allowed to re-enter Anna's room.

Maura never loosened the grip, pulling raven locks and the body attached to them up to her. She had never before Jane acknowledged how sexy it was to taste herself on someone else lips. Although she was eager to reward Jane for this amazing wake-up call, she was also thankful for the detective's need to just hold her close, afterwards. They kissed and caressed and suddenly their alarm went off.

She pressed Jane into the wall, sinking down on her knees. She hadn't planned for it to go this way, but they had spent too much time on cuddling, though Maura loved shower-sex with Jane.

Pleasuring Anna was the last thing on Marcus mind at the moment. He remembered how they had met in the small café, over a book. Anna was always good with words, even back then.

He remembered how sensual and erotically he had found her voice and how she had described the book she was reading. Without going into detail she had told him about the beautiful romance going along with the story. He remembered also the moment Anna had leaned over the table and had whispered into his ear.

"I really love this book, but now I am sure I can never read it again without thinking about how much I would like to run my tongue along all those muscles."

They had barely made it into Anna's apartment, a block away. He had been what people called a bad-boy, not criminal, but a womanizer, but after shredding their clothes and a look into Anna's deep blue eyes he suddenly had lost the interest to fuck this woman.

He needed to love her and so he had brought a woman to orgasm with his tongue for the first time in his life.

Marcus had never seen something more beautiful. The relationships he has had before only had one goal, sex. He was an asshole and he knew it the moment Anna climaxed.

The moment she had looked at him, standing there, vulnerable and bare, Marcus had fallen in love with Anna and he had fallen even more as he looked again at her, lying down there. And Marcus had changed.

He had been anxiously and ashamed, but he had told Anna every dirty little detail, while he held her. It just had bubbled out of him and afterwards it had been Anna, seducing him.

Anna had taken the lead and she had made love to him and if he wasn't before he would have fallen for her then.

They barely made it into work, on time. Maura had enjoyed teasing Jane a tad too much, though the reward had been amazing… Jane had come hard in her mouth. The doctor had grabbed Jane's lapels and had pulled her into the elevator, they had kissed sensually and Maura bit her lower lip, catching her breath, barely room between their faces.

"I love you," she whispered into Jane's ear before she left her standing, reluctantly.

"Well good morning to you, partner," Frost grinned as Jane came into the pull pen. "Late night?"

Jane lifted her right eyebrow, looking at the clock. "Late morning, but I am not that late." She sat down firing up her computer. "Where's Korsak?"

"Don't know, flirting with your mother, maybe…"

Jane made a gagging noise. "Please, my morning was pretty good until now…"

"Aw come on, Daddy Vince would be better than some of the others, parading around your mother."

"Remind me to ask Maura if she knows a place to get rid of your body," she smiled without looking at him.

"We could probably hide him beneath our roses," the blonde doctor chuckled walking up to Jane's desk. "The bed has the perfect size for Barry."

"Thank you Dr. Isles," Barry made a perfect curtsy. "I liked you, before your niceness was violated by badass over there."

"Thank you," Maura smiled. "Well, why I came up here. Some of the fingerprints in Alice Smith apartment matched the fingerprints we found on our Jane Doe."

"So she was murdered?"

"Looking at the evidence I would still say it was suicide, but that wouldn't rule out that she was being forced to jump."

Jane groaned. "This case is a mess."

Maura sat down on the edge of Jane's desk, taking the detectives right hand into her left.

"We will figure it out. I am going to look over it again, maybe I can find something."

Not even a minute later they were called out to another body shown up. Another jogger had found a woman, badly beaten. She also had been a Jane Doe at first, but halfway through the autopsy Frankie informed Jane that there was a woman gone missing that matched their victim.

"Frost, can you dig out whatever there is to find about Gina Conti."

"At it." Barry's fingers worked over his keyboard and after some minutes he looked up.

"Well there is nothing too exiting. Born and raised in Syracuse, Henninger-High, Columbia-College, moved to Boston five years ago, working as a simple tax adviser in a cube farm, nothing big, nothing worth looking at, not even a parking ticket."

Jane leaned back in her chair, letting her head roll, thinking.

"Mhhh… wait, wasn't Anna Woodrow's husband from Syracuse, too?" She nodded at Frost. "Check him, too."

"Henninger-High," Frost said, something Jane had somehow assumed already, either high-school or college.

"Maybe we should try it with our Jane Doe in Syracuse too. I mean three bodies in two weeks… one of them going to school with her husband."

"You think Anna has something to do with it," Barry asked.

"No. Call me stupid but I don't think so, but we have to start somewhere."

"Okay, I am going to contact Syracuse P.D. Lunch?"

"Sure."

Maura had suggested that they asked Marcus if he knew all three dead women and so both cops ended up standing outside of Anna Woodrow's hospital room. Marcus hadn't been sure about the Jane Doe at first, Gina Conti he new immediately, he still gave them a name. Julie Walker and for the jumper he was sure he knew her from somewhere, but didn't remember.

It brought their investigation into overdrive.

Julie's sister identified her, based on the picture Maura had created and Maura confirmed it through pictures of a younger Julie Walker and the birthmark Marcus had said she had on her left inner thigh.

It didn't make sense though. Marcus had been working while Alice fell or jumped out of her window, a witness had seen Anna crossing the street minutes before, as for Julie's death the couple gave each other an alibi. Julie Walker had been dead at least two hours before Anna had found her and for Gina they sure as hell had an alibi.

As a matter of fact, two women Marcus had dated in high-school were dead now…

So they ended up in the hospital again, questioning Marcus. They didn't come any further, apart from learning that both women had been friends, members of the same girly-gang, seven girls altogether, six of them had been in some kind of relationship with Marcus. The idea of a woman on a vendetta hadn't been far… and there was still Alice, Marcus didn't remember, but he swore that he didn't know her more precisely than having met her somewhere, per accident.

But that didn't make sense either… until Frost checked them up. One of the five remaining school-friends was missing for month already, two of them lived in Europe and one had been in a psychiatric ward for years. Nicole Cooper, her sister Andrea had committed suicide barely after high-school.

The motive?

Though that would explain nothing, it didn't make sense either.

Jane rubbed her face with both palms, groaning. Nothing made sense. They probably had found the connection, though there still was Alice Smith. Just coincidence? It was possible, but the fact that Anna had been there was a little bit too much coincidence for Jane's liking.

They had to find out if Nicole blamed Marcus for her sister's suicide. Marcus didn't know about any of that. His parents moved to New York City as he had graduated high-school. No family left in Syracuse he never was there again. That was what he told them, anyway and as long as they couldn't prove it wrong they had other things to do.

An old Detective at Syracuse P.D. with whom Jane talked remembered that there had been some crudities with the suicide of Andrea Cooper, but it had been long forgotten as her parents asked not to be bothered anymore, they wanted to burry their child and had another that obviously could not cope with her sisters dead.

Nicole Cooper after all was their main suspect and she had disappeared from the face of the earth on top of that.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," Maura had whispered while they finished their nightly routine.

She had no idea where that had been coming from, but it had taken aback Jane immediately.

"Oh my god… I am so stupid. Bet Nicole was the one Marcus didn't have a roll in the sack with."

Maura looked at her sternly.

"Oh come on Maura. He was a Casanova, he told us so." She grabbed her phone. "Hey Frost, can you look up all suspicious death or missing woman since Nicole Cooper has been released from the funny farm, first thing in the morning."

Maura slapped her shoulder.

"Ouch," Jane breathed.

"Could you please not talk to me when you are at it," Barry laughed on the other end.

"Usually you are the one calling me when I am occupied otherwise."

Jane groaned annoyed. She had spoken of the devil.

"I told you so, Barold!" she answered her phone.

"Really, damn, I am sorry, Rizzoli. We found another body. Is Maura on call, too?"

"Sure."

"Well, see you there."

Jane groaned anew, snuggling back into Maura, kissing her neck. "Just another minute," she whispered. If they would be quick they could be home again before midnight, that was if it wasn't too much of a mess. Barry hadn't actually interrupted them, at least not while having sex. They had spent the evening in bed, cuddling and kissing and were rather falling asleep as their respective phones went off.

The thing nobody really understood was the different m.o's. Stabbed, beaten, probably even forcing to suicide. Usually, serial killers stick to their routine, at least if it wasn't by chance encounters…

Although the victims face had been equally destroyed it wasn't as much as hard to identify her. Sarah Alvarez, a nurse working at the ward Anna Woodrow was actually staying at. Jane ordered an officer for Anna's protection

At least they knew now that Nicole Cooper had definitely something to do with them as fingerprints from some artwork, she had done while in the psychiatric ward, matched the unidentified prints.

Now it was on them to find Nicole Cooper.

Marcus was being woken by a breath on his neck and before he could say anything someone whispered into his ear.

"You are going to be silent, you are going to accompany me or otherwise Anna is going to die."

She didn't look anywhere near the person he had knew back then in high school, but he recognized her anyway. It was the same thing that had stopped him from pursuing her, aside the fact that she had been only fourteen. She was a beauty, like her sister, but she had these cold eyes. Eyes that showed off some very sick soul behind them. Marcus shuddered.

He knew immediately that she was being seriously. If he wouldn't do what she said Anna would die.

She had cut her hair and also had dyed them, dressed in a doctor's coat.

Nicole Cooper was definitively a psycho, Marcus thought. Apart from the women she had murdered it never dawned clearer to him as they drove through the night.

As soon as they hit the road her demanor had changed. She had grabbed his hand over the center console and it made him instantly sick.

"Please Nicole let's call the hospital and tell them what you did to Anna, there is no need for her to die too."

"As soon as we are in Mexico."

"That's over two thousand miles, maybe it's to late then."

Then she lost it. She screamed and hit the steering wheel repeatedly. "That shouldn't be your concern. You decided to be with me, so you'll have to forget Anna."

Marcus was never closer to vomit. The drive was like hell. Switching between sweetness and outbursts, uncontrollably. Marcus wrecked his brain how to move Nicole to tell anybody what she had injected Anna, he would find a resolution for himself later. Anna was his only concern.

"You were a kid, Nicole. Back then in high-school." He didn't know if he would make it all the worse, but there was not much he could do anyway.

"I was in love with you," she whispered but then she screamed anew. "And you had nothing better to do then fucking my sister and half of the other girls in high school."

Calmly. "The night you left for New York Andrea told me. She told me she would go after you. That she loved you and she told me in every detail about your little dates in the backseat of your car. I had been naïve. I was young and I didn't know you were with her. I couldn't take her words anymore and when she was taking a bath, still blabbing how she would bolt from home, going to live with you, I dropped the hair dryer in the tub."

Marcus could taste stomach acid creeping up his throat.

"My parents never said anything but I know that they knew something was wrong. So they locked me up, maybe they were afraid I would kill them too." She laughed. "I was stupid too. I refused to speak for years and so I had to waste away my time with a bunch of wackos."

"Why the three other woman? I don't even know one of them."

Nicole laughed again. "Three? There are a lot more. Because they were sluts. You shouldn't hit on married men."

Marcus looked down at his wedding band and then he noticed her wearing Anna's. He shuddered.

"You made her jump, didn't you?"

"Oh I did. She begged for her life, she even didn't know what she had done. You see, it took thirty minutes for her to remember you. That's what you get when you go after the wrong kind of woman, Marcus."

"I don't remember her either."

"Well… You helped her up after she fell."

He remembered. Matt and he were having their break, sitting down on a row of bricks when a woman toppled with her inline skates. While Marcus watched the sun rising, he suddenly decided that he had to make it right. Maybe it was now time for him to die, time to suffer for all the things he had done wrong in his life. If Anna would be okay until they reached Mexico the doctors would have enough time to safe her, didn't they?

"You promise Anna will be safe until we reach Mexico?"

She looked at him. "I don't know what's you concern about her."

"Anna is a good person. She never did anything wrong. It's just a sense of responsibility, after all I was married to her. Promise me she will have a chance to live her life."

"Nothing is going to happen to her, I promise."

The moment those words left Nicole's mouth Marcus grabbed the steering wheel and turned it with a jerk. They moved fast and he knew they would loose control after that. He was probably going to die and it was okay. The vehicle overturned many times, Marcus couldn't count how often exactly, Nicole screamed and he felt himself a burning pain in his legs, then he felt into darkness.

He didn't know if it was seconds, minutes or hours that had passed by. The pain ripped him from his unconsciousness. He squinted into very bright light. Full of wonder her thought; I'm still alive.

The pain was killing him. Feverishly he tried to open up his eyes fully, wanting to check the situation. His legs were full of blood. The car was yet too old to have airbags or something. Nothing had softened the crash. Groaning he sat up straight in his seat. The seatbelt was cutting deep into his body. He pulled to loosen it up a bit. The windshield was nothing but a thightly woven cobweb composed of fissures. I have to get out of here, he thought.

In the same moment he heard his name.

"Marcus." Her voice clear and strong.

The memory, for a short time hidden in the deeps, came back. It had been in vain, she was still alive. Tears welled up in his eyes

"Marcus," she repeated urgently.

He finally brought up the strength to turn his head and look at her. It looked like the outside of the car had been turned to the inside. The windshield was missing on her side, split in half, the frame was splintered and rods were sticking out everywhere. The steering wheel seemed to disappear in her stomach. Seemed? Where should it haven been gone elsewhere… He fought down the urge to throw up.

"Marcus."

Swallowing hard, he forced himself to look at her again. Her face showed waxen paleness, not even a scratch, it was beautiful and unharmed, but in her eyes there was the certainty of dying.

"Marcus, please. Please help me to get out of here. I don't wanna die this way."

Things you do on instinct suddenly needed to be done with a great amount of force, like moving your legs. It seemed to take an eternity to free his legs and to crawl through the window. He knew it was warm outside, even hot but he was freezing to death. His fingers felt numb as he touched for the metal, half crawling, half pulling his body around the wrecked car. Sickness and freezing got overwhelming stronger each step he made.

He looked around, maybe for a walker or a farmer, but not even the tip of a church could be seen. The highway reached until the horizon and above. Bees were humming, under his feet there was grass and clover and dandelion.

"Marcus, the pain."

He didn't know if the steering wheel was really sticking in her stomach or if it was her distorted position causing her so much pain, but he realized it was the last wish of someone dying. To lay flat on the ground, to strech out to die.

"What did you do to Anna?"

"Please…," she had gotten even paler. "Marcus…"

He pulled his hands back. "I am going to let you croak if you are not going to tell me what you did to Anna."

She reached for him and he backed away. "You wouldn't… wouldn't do that."

"I will, believe me."

"Nothing. I swear. I did nothing to her. I played with your fear, hoping that telling you so would do it."

She was crying like a child now and he believed it. He reached for her, pulled her bit by bit out of her prison, carefully.

He could hear a car stopping.

"Oh my god, what happened? Listen, you are bleeding terrible, you shouldn't move her until an ambulance can get here."

But he already had Nicole put down on the grass. The moment she smiled up to him she died. He still was holding her hand as ambulance and police arrived. They put him onto a stretcher and finally someone realized how cold he felt, pulled a blanket over him.

"Serious shock," he heard someone say, than he closed his eyes.

Jane, Frost and Korsak had been alerted as the Officer, protecting Anna, had said that upon arrival no one had been by her side. Marcus hadn't left the hospital for days… Nobody knew what had happened, his car was still in the parking lot at the hospital, his friend and co-worker didn't know where he could have been gone.

So there had been nothing with being back home before midnight, not for Jane at least and so had Maura decided to do the autopsy during the night, asking someone from nightshift for assistance, fearing she might be too tired.

The call from a sheriff in Pennsylvania had come as a surprise and shock. At least Marcus would be okay, though there was a lot of work to do for them. Families needed closure and they were sure that there were a lot more of bodies coming the deeper they would dig. Nicole Cooper was a sick-soul person and had done a lot of damage.

At half past two in the afternoon Jane and Maura were dead to the outer world as soon as they both hit the pillow.

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