After her visit at the prison, Jane had spent an endless seeming day at the precinct, working on the case. She hoped that Maura would keep her promise and sent her an email. They had used all their time for their talk. Moreover, none of them had been keen on revealing the fact that Jane had given Maura the chance to read the autopsy report.

When Jane was sitting at the café for a quick lunch her mother had eyed her suspiciously and Jane wondered how her mother always knew when something was up.

"Have you heard or seen Maura?" Angela asked while serving the brunette her sandwich.

"No." Jane gave a short reply, grabbing the food in hunger. Despite Mauras advices she hadn't eaten much over the last days as the questions had ironically eaten her up.

Pike who was sitting at the table next to Jane leaned over to state, that they wouldn't see Maura for a long time. His smirk was almost insupportable for Jane who reminded herself to stay calm. Which was really hard, when Pike added that he was about to be called the new Chief ME of Massachusetts.

Angela, obviously not amused, took his plate away stating that he was probably finished and almost punched him, when he mentioned with a smirk, that he had already adjusted Mauras chair in her office. Before he could spill more offenses, both Rizzoli women gave him their best glare.

Jane still chuckled about him leaving quickly with a blushed face, when walking into Mauras guest house. She was still hungry and the relieve about her talk with Maura had put her into a great mood.

Bouncing on her feet she waited impatiently for the chicken cheese Canolis which were still simmering on the oven, while her mother cleaned the countertops.

"What has you in such a good mood?" she asked and then held up her hand. "Let me guess. You found a fish."

Jane nodded with a grin. "I asked her out on a date."

"Oh Jane, that's wonderful!" Angela padded around the island to hug her daughter who chuckled.

Of course, the matriarch had many questions, but Jane kept her mouth shut, mentioning though that Angela and the family would hopefully get to meet her soon.

R&I

Filled up with Canollis, Jane dropped to the couch with the laptop in her lap.

Hey babe,

I have one last question about something I don't understand. Why did you sob when hearing that Garett was dead?

X - J

It was almost midnight when her laptop pinged and Jane sat up in excitement.

One new message from bhboston. No subject, just a message. Anxious she opened it and growled when the internet seemed to be slow. Her hands were shaking slightly when the text appeared on the screen.

Hey honey,

Im sorry that it took me so long to reply but the connection isn't so easy here as you can imagine.

To answer your question is relieve. I cried in relieve because I thought that he wasn't there to harm people anymore.

Here are the results of my reading and thinking over the last days.

Garrett is alive (unless he has been murdered in the meantime)

Proof: the autopsy report says alc. Level 0, but the night Garrett came home from his golf play he was very drunk. He was an alcoholic.

Conclusion: he is on the run.

That's probably why he has been stealing money from my account for months

Theory: he framed me for his own death as sort of punishment for my confession about loving you and knowing his secret. He killed another man after coming out of prison. I have threatening letters from the victims family hidden in my secret hiding place.

I hope this helps.

X – bh

PS: Thank you so much for your visit. Everything seemed so much easier from there on. I hope to see you soon.

Jane paused and hitched a breath before dialing Korsaks number. "Who the hell identified Garett's body?" she yelled in excitement at Korsak who had just woken up. "What? Jane are you drunk?" he sounded sleepy. "No, I'm not drunk." She replied and her eyes wandered to the barely touched beer on the table next to her laptop. "Who identified Garett's body?" she asked again. Rustling sounds in the background told her that Korsak was sitting up in bed. He left the room, presumably not to wake Kiki.

"You think that the body isn't him?" Korsak asked widely awake now. "I'm just saying that we have to check that." she said and listened into the silence. "I'll take care of it tomorrow. Anything else?"

"Tell the lab to rerun the tests. Garett was an alcoholic. Maura said so during the interrogation and Phil did too, remember? The autopsy report states that the body had zero alcohol in its system. This would be impossible for an alcoholic, right?" the brunette was every bit excited and felt Korsak warming up to her research. "You get it done. Something else?"

"Not yet. Go back to bed. If I find something else, I need to know I'll take care of it myself or text you."

The smile and hope were evident in his voice as he said goodbye. Jane smiled too. The smile fading quickly though when she tried to imagine Maura's life with him. Her last weeks. A question formed in her mind: why hadn't he killed her and if vanished just like that?

If this all was true, the blonde would be out of prison tomorrow. What remained a mystery was the secret hiding place.

Jane, highly paranoid hid her computer and ran to the bowl where she kept all sorts of keys to search for one special. Having found it at the bottom of the bowl – where else? – she ran out of her apartment.

R&I

An eerie silence lingered in Maura's house in beacon hill. It was dark and cold. After its owner had been gone for almost a week now it smelled musty.

Focus on your task! Jane thought as she tried not to step on the debris of a smashed wine bottle before circling around the remains of one of the bar stools. This must have been the hell of a fight she thought as she stopped to glance around. She hadn't noticed the night Korsak had called her for help.

The mobile which served her as torch shook in one hand, while her other was close to the gun which was still attached to her belt. Who said that Fairfield was really out of town she thought, her ears strained to make out any noise. Nothing. There was nothing but darkness.

Her legs needed a bit enforcement to move on. More debris, more glass… this place was a disaster. If Garett was hiding here, she should hear him coming as it was impossible to walk around without anything cracking. Which also meant that if he was here, he knew that someone was in the house.

Moving forward took a long time with her pausing and listening every few steps. Her heart was pounding as if it wanted to jump out of her ribcage, her hand still shaking slightly. Why on earth hadn't she waited for Korsak to join her?

Oh yes, she thought, because she had been anxious that Fairfield would try to find the letters too. And be quicker than her. Then she heard it, a loud thump, close to her. Her hand moved quickly to her gun. Almost without any noise she took it out of the holster holding it so tight that it almost hurt.

When she let the flashlight wander around the room, she noticed that the thump had been caused by a framed picture which had fallen from the wall. Fuck! She mumbled, moving on with gun in her hand.

Maura's secret hiding place. It was simple and Jane almost had laughed when she had realized it during her drive to beacon hill. Simple but clever. A box under her bed. Which meant that she had to move far into the house.

While she climbed the stairs cautiously she thought how she had discovered the box one day when Maura had been sick. Jane had offered to put fresh sheets onto the bed and while doing so her feet had tipped against something hard. When she had bent down to see what it was, she found a wooden box with a lock.

Shit, I have no key. Hell, I'm certainly not going to look for the key she mumbled to herself feeling somehow stupid because of her thoughts. Insanity was probably close. For all she knew she would soon see a clown and shoot him like in one of the horror movies she had made Maura watch.

Once in the master bedroom, Jane checked under the bed, the closets and the bathroom. No one was there. She exhaled. Grab the box and run she thought. And that's what she did.

I swear to you Maura, if this isn't your secret hiding place, I'm going to shoot you. She spoke into the silence of the car and giggled. Adrenaline was rushing through her system and she felt overwhelmed.

Back at her apartment she checked every room feeling stupid, but she had seen too much in her career and thought that it was always better to be save than sorry. Only when sure that no one was there she sat down onto the couch and opened the laptop.

Hey Babe,

I think I found the letters. We'll have to check yet though.

I hope you are doing well where you are and people are nice to you, because I have a gun and after tonight I'm not shy to use it, believe me.

Presuming that this might be our last message for tonight I want to tell you about the dream I had while waiting for your reply tonight.

I dreamt that it was weekend, we weren't on call. And I awoke sore but happy after a beautiful night of making love with each other. The side of the bed next to me was empty so I decided to see where you have gone. Maybe the yoga room?

When I came downstairs I could hear you making coffee in the kitchen. You were just wearing some panties and one of my shirts. My arms slipped around your midsection and I kissed your neck, wishing you a good morning.

You turned in my arms and our lips found each other for a long kiss. Your hands began fidgeting with the hem of my tank top and I smile. Who needs coffee or breakfast I thought as I lift my arms for you to pull the fabric over my head.

We smiled at each other and I swiftly lifted you up to the kitchen counter to leave a trail of kisses along the line of your jaw while stepping into the room between your spread legs.

Your hands pulled through my hair as I bent down to take care of your breasts, pushing the shirt up. I was already aroused and felt your hips pushing against my body. Now I could feel your wetness too.

I let one of my hands stroll all the way down over your stomach and paused short before the waistband. My eyes searched yours as I passed my hand through it to feel your apex. Further down I dipped into the wetness while I took the other nipple into my mouth.

I could feel that you were worked up and hot by the way your thrusts against me became more urgent. Your head fell back when my fingers circled your clit. I bite gently into your nipple when pushing my fingers into you.

I thrust my hips forward as I pumped you until you came with a satisfied moan.

Good night and sweet dreams x

PS: I wonder what you sound like

By now it was almost 3am. Ghost hour she thought. The hour when her adventure had begun almost a week ago. The beer from earlier made a funny noise as it disappeared in the drainage of the kitchen sink. Then she opened the fridge to fetch a new one.

A ping made her listen up. Something was definitely wrong with their prison system if Maura could write her one email after the other she thought and chuckled. She took a big gulp and sat down to open the new mail, curious about Mauras response.

Oh, that was uhm mean. Mean but hot. *lol* Can you please make sure that the letters are safe?

Jane typed one word. DONE and glanced around her kitchen for something to eat.

I don't deserve you. Five words which made Janes heart ache somehow.

Who says that I deserve you? She typed, sipping more beer.

Me? Jane smiled at Maura's mail, which was followed by another sentence.

Good night my love. X

Good night babe. Hope to see you soon. X