Jane sat on the deck later that night, glancing at the stars. It was getting cooler which day it rained. And it had rained a lot in Boston recently. She smiled when she felt a soft hand touching her shoulder and Maura sitting down next to her onto the stairs. The blonde held a glass of wine in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. They smiled at each other as Jane took the bottle out of Maura's hand. She was curious about the boy and his parents. Yet, she didn't want to push the doc.

The brunette sensed that it must be something bad as no one really wanted to speak about it. A few hours earlier she had wanted to know, hoped for them to be alone so that they could talk. But there had been no such luck. She recalled how another woman had brought the boy into the room where they had been signing the papers.

She remembered turning to see him standing in the doorway, his eyes averted shyly. It was indeed the boy she had seen glancing at them when they had arrived. He still held his teddy bear firm to his body, and Jane had hitched a breath when he had finally lifted his head to gaze at her. His eyes were hazel colored. And his hair blonde. His facial features reminded her a lot of … yeah…. She had taken in another sharp breath, had glanced at the doc who had looked away.

What on earth?! She mumbled, shocked by the resemblance of both. Maura had avoided looking at her for the rest of the day. It had been Maura who had spent most of the time with the boy, Jane feeling out of place and left out at that. She could feel both sharing a secret and the boy rejecting her. Whenever she would come close, he would run or cry. But he was different with Maura. He didn't smile or talk, but he stayed put and had watched silently when Maura had shown him his room. Jane had followed from outside, hiding in the hallway, feeling sad.

Yet, she smiled when Maura sat down next to her and handed her a fresh beer. She watched the docs eyes stare into the sky, like hers had done just a moment earlier.

"He's asleep or at least pretending to be." Maura stated softly, taking a sip from her wine.

Jane reached out to touch Maura's hand, touching it slightly. The doc somehow quickly pulled away though. Jane's heart began aching. She took a deep breath. She understood nothing, literally nothing. And Maura's behavior and the boy's resemblance to Maura made no sense to the brunette. She wanted, no needed, an explanation. Had Maura once had been able to have children she wondered.

Her eyes went back to Maura when she heard her take a deep breath and sensed her shaking her head. She felt the docs soft fingers entwine with hers and gave the blonde a questioning look. Maura sighed. "Tell me." Jane whispered in her deep voice and caught a confused look on Maura's face. "I don't know what to say Jane." She whispered back, sounding scared.

"Did you…" Jane paused and swallowed hard. "Did you have a kid?" she finished her question bravely. Maura vehemently shook her head. "NO!" her voice was firm, and Jane studied her. "Actually, I'm pretty shocked myself at out resemblance. I want to run a DNA test."

Jane smiled tiredly. Yes, Maura was a scientist, and she needed proof of things she thought to herself as Maura citated a statistic of likelihood of non-related people to resemble each other so much. The chance wasn't very high, that was the bottom line and Jane squeezed her hand. "Maybe you have a brother or sister. I mean your adopted. Who knows?" Jane suggested, feeling that Maura was telling the truth.

"He was adopted too." Maura said, eyes wide. Jane should have really become a detective she thought. It had never occurred to Maura that Brian could be her little brother or rather nephew. She had only been looking for explanations in medicine. But it could be just as simple as that she mused.

"How do you know?" Jane asked, pulling their entwined fingers into her lap and Maura closer with it.

"The Shirt family…." Maura glanced at the sky again, as if searching something. "I did their autopsies." She finished. "It was a huge thing in Boston when they died half a year ago, because of the cruelty of their death. They have literally been hacked into pieces by an ice pickle or so. The detectives never found the murder weapon. But I did research and I found that it could only have been done by an ice pickle." Maura slightly shuddered. "Word was that the boy was the killer. Especially after detectives found out, that they treated him badly. In their eyes it was a motive. They assumed that he must have gathered so much hatred that he developed the power to kill them that way."

Jane whistled. "And now he's sleeping under our roof…. " she glanced over her shoulder towards the door. "We couldn't proof that he was/is the murderer Jane. Personally, I think that he isn't."

"Why?" Jane asked, sharing Maura's opinion of this boys' innocence. "Because there was no evidence. Nothing. I highly doubt that he would be so knowledgeable to erase fingerprints, get rid of the murder weapon and even hack them into pieces in the first place."

Jane nodded, asking about Brains whereabouts during the massacre, thinking that the boy might be a witness. Maura shrugged. "No one knows. He wasn't there and suddenly reappeared." Jane who fancied good true crime was intrigued and scrunched up her nose. She thought about the boy, who was hopefully sleeping peacefully in their guest bedroom. Although she doubted that he would be able to, after what had happened. She tried to put her feelings into words. He was shy, maybe this was what made him kind of creepy. He had a creepy aura for sure, and a way of appearing and disappearing without any noise. Just like a ghost she thought, biting her lower lip.

She could very well imagine him witnessing the massacre and all. But if she was honest, she had to say that she couldn't believe for one second, that he was the murderer. Of course, she had only her gut which told her so. But she sensed that despite being abused, he wasn't the murderer. Someone else had done it. But who? And if her gut was right and he had seen something, why didn't he tell? Was he afraid to be killed as well or did he know and like the person who had done it?

When becoming aware of Maura's eyes studying her, she leaned a bit closer to kiss the doc. "Lets go to bed." She whispered and stood, holding her hand out to Maura who followed silently up the steps. A little bit later, Jane stood at the door listening into the hallway. Brian's door was open, but it was completely silent. She decided to push their door a bit close and just to leave it slightly open. In case he had a bad dream they could notice and rush to help him. Or if he decided to creep into their room to hack them into pieces Jane thought for a second, scolding herself for doing so.

She walked to the bed, shaking her head while Maura was still in the bathroom to finish her nightly routine.