Maura declined Samantha's offer of something to drink as they sat down in the living room of the home.

"Please forgive the décor, I haven't been here long and I am still making decisions on things such as color schemes," Samantha said as she saw Maura look around the room.

"I am sure you can guess why I am here," Maura said.

"Actually, I can't think of a single reason why you would be here, especially so close to your murder trial."

"I didn't kill Jane. I was set up."

"That should be an interesting story for the jury."

"It will feature you prominently."

"You think I set you up?"

"You personally, I don't know, but you had a hand in it. I know about the emails, the picture – all faked to make me believe Jane cheated on me. I know she didn't cheat on me."

"But you believed she did cheat on you, so what do you think the jury will think about that?"

Maura had never really wanted to punch another woman but seeing that smug look on Samantha's face was enough to make her want to.

"Why did you do it? Why did you … why did you tell me you were sleeping with Jane, having an affair with her when you knew that wasn't that case? You can tell me now or you can wait until the trial. You are a witness called by the prosecution which means my attorney will get to question you and that will be one of the questions."

"Oh I fully expect the prosecution will ask me that as well as they present their case against you. The wealthy, socialite, chief ME who in a fit a rage at her wife's betrayal killed her. The media will have an even bigger field day with that than they are already. As for me, I simply used poor judgment. After sleeping with Jane that night at the hotel I thought she would leave you for me and when she didn't, I got angry and told you that we were having an affair. I had no idea it would lead to you killing her. The emails, the picture, go ahead and have them entered as evidence, I don't care. That was only my way of getting you to speed up the divorce so Jane could move on from her loveless marriage. Believe me Maura there isn't anything they can ask me a trial that I don't have an answer for, a convincing answer."

Maura had to hold back the rage she was feeling. This wasn't going to get her anywhere and it wasn't why she had come there. But even so, she had to ask.

"Did you kill her?"

"As you know, I have an alibi. I was in New York, had several Skype conferences back to back."

"I don't care about your alibi. Did you kill her?"

"No."

Maura didn't know why, but she believed her. Maybe it was the straightforward way in which she answered it. Maybe it was because she didn't think her capable of killing the object of her obsession. Either way, she believed her.

"I came here because I was hoping I could appeal to your humanity," Maura said. "Jane … she deserves to be put to rest properly. I am asking you that if you have any knowledge as to where her body may be to tell me."

"Now why would I know that? I just told you I didn't kill her."

"Yes, but if you think I believe that you weren't involved in someway then you are crazier than I already think you are."

"You think I am crazy?"

"I know about the women you have dated. I know how they all looked like Jane in someway. I know you have tried to recreate your relationship with Jane through these women but it didn't work. It didn't work because there is only one Jane Rizzoli, a fact I am sure you are more aware of than maybe you want to admit. Each of those carbon copies of Jane were pale reproductions of the real thing. They couldn't have come close to her."

"They didn't," Samantha admitted and Maura saw a slight softening in the rigid posture the woman had held since Maura had stepping into her home.

"If you really cared for her, you shouldn't want her body to be rotting somewhere."

"Are you sure I can't get you a drink?"

"I am sure."

"Well I am thirsty, if you will excuse me a moment," Samantha said as she got up and headed to where Maura presumed the kitchen was located. Maura again looked around the room. The one wall had color palettes taped up to it. Apparently, she really was trying to figure out the color scheme.

She noticed none of them were a shade of white, which the walls were currently painted. She had spent one night debating shades of white with Jane once – Jane was of the opinion that white walls were for hospitals and prisons.

Samantha returned with a pitcher if iced tea. She put it down on the coffee table. "In case you change your mind," she said, as she poured herself a glass. Maura wondered if she purposely did that to show her that the tea was safe.

"Now where were we?"

"Jane's body."

"Ah yes. Tell me Maura did you ask Jane out first or was it the other way around?"

The question caught Maura off guard. "She asked."

"I had to ask her out because I didn't think she was ever going to get around to it. My sister had gotten arrested, and while I was more than capable of dealing with it myself, there was Jane offering to help. As a detective she doesn't wear the uniform, but let me tell you Officer Rizzoli looked extremely sexy in it and getting out of it. I could tell she was interested in me, but she wasn't making a move so I had to. She admitted later that she wasn't sure I was gay which held her back from asking me out. I kind of thought it would have been cute to hear her ask me out because back then she was a little shy. How did she ask you?"

This was not the kind of conversation she was looking to have with Samantha but at the same time she felt like if she played along that she might get what she was after.

"We had just finished up a case and were at the Dirty Robber having a couple of drinks with the rest of the team to celebrate. I had gone up to the bar to get a drink and this guy started to hit on me. He was drunk and his advances weren't welcome and Jane let him know that. I thanked her and she just looked at me with that smile on face and said she had a sure fire way to keep guys from hitting on me. I asked her what that would be and she said, 'go out with me.' I accepted immediately. I had thought there was more than friendship between us, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship so I never said anything."

"She looked beautiful on your wedding day," Samantha said. "If you didn't know they used the photo in the newspaper for the story on you being charged with her murder."

Maura was painfully aware of the use of the photo under the headline, "Chief ME charged in Boston detective's murder," with a secondary headline of "Couple had recently divorced."

"She was beautiful. It was the happiest day of my life."

"Yet it was so easily destroyed. Why was that?"

"Because of you."

"No. I mean why were you so willing to believe it?"

Maura had asked herself that question ever since she found out it was all a lie. She didn't have a satisfying answer to it either.

"I don't know."

"Come on Maura, just between us."

"I don't know. I just … it seemed plausible to me. Not that she would cheat, but that there was someone better out there for her."

"That being me."

"If you want to prove you're the better person tell me where I can find her body. Please."

"We are back to that are we?" Samantha said as if she was bored.

"Please Samantha. I won't tell anyone where I got the information, I swear. I will pay you if that is what you want, just … just don't let her have an empty grave."

"I don't need, nor want your money. And let's say I did know, I wouldn't trust you not to tell someone. You are charged with murder after all."

"Then what do you want?"

"Right now, I want to continue talking about Jane. We both loved her, it should be natural enough for us to talk about her."

Maura looked away for a moment. She couldn't tell if Samantha was just toying with her or what. If Jane was there she would know. She had a way of reading people that went beyond the facial patterns Maura studied in people. Jane had an instinct, an ability to know when someone was being truthful or hiding something. With Samantha she couldn't tell.

Maybe it was time to change tactics.

"You say you loved her, but I've been wondering, if you loved her so much why did you break up with her in the first place? I haven't been able to figure that out."

This time Samantha looked away, her face showing signs of regret. "I didn't consider that she would choose Boston over me," she said finally. "I needed to be in New York if I wanted to further my career. I had asked her to come with me, but she refused. I broke up with her thinking that a little time apart would show her that she couldn't live without me. Then she came to New York and I thought here it is; she'll see that she loves me and see the only way for us to continue on would be in New York."

"But that didn't happen."

"No it didn't. I even considered coming back to Boston, but I didn't. And I lost her. But when that bastard Hoyt got her, I rushed back as soon as I heard. I had to see her and know she was ok. Even after all that time, the thought of her coming close to death at his hands – I would have executed him myself if given the chance. And it was nice for awhile and I was established enough in my career that I could have come back to Boston and been with her, but she just refused to see that she needed me to take care of her."

"She felt bad about the things she said to you that night when she kicked you out. That guilt was the only reason why she agreed to see you again. She wanted to apologize. She wanted you to know that it wasn't you she was angry at when she said those things, not really. She was a different person then and it took her a while to heal – not just physically from what Hoyt did to her."

"She came to see me because she wanted to see me. You can think it was about guilt all you want, but Jane and I had a connection that you couldn't understand."

"You don't even feel guilty about what you've done do you?"

"And what is it that you think I've done? I told you I didn't kill her."

"Oh, I believe you. I don't know why but I do. Still, it was your actions that led to her murder. You can pretend that you didn't have a hand in it, but you did. You claim to have loved her, yet you are just as guilty as the person who did kill her."

"I will not be lectured on my love for Jane from someone who clearly didn't love her. You come here saying you want information on where her body is so she can be given a proper burial, tell me Maura where was all that devotion when you were divorcing her?" Samantha said getting to her feet.

"That is the one positive I have been able to take from all this – when she died, we were still married. The divorce papers were forged, but I am guessing you knew that too. Jane and I will always be married and there is nothing you or anyone else can do about that."

Maura too stood up and faced down this woman who had affectively destroyed her life.

"You know Maura, I was going to be content with letting you leave here. Yes, I would have called the cops the moment you left to let them know they could pick up a wanted fugitive from justice, but I was going to let you leave. I was looking forward to your trial, to reading about it day after day until it was my turn to testify. I was looking forward to the jury finding you guilty, but if I've learned one thing in life it's that when things don't go your way, you find another way to get what you want," Samantha said as she pulled a gun out and pointed it at her. "Now do you still want to know where Jane's body is at?"

"Yes," Maura said staring her down.

"Move that way," Samantha said. She directed Maura down a hall into the kitchen. There was a door to her left which Samantha had her open, there were stairs leading to the basement. They went down, Samantha keeping the gun on her and staying far enough back that there was no chance for Maura to do anything.

They got down to the bottom and Maura looked around. There was a washer and dryer but not much else down there. There was a wooden shelf against the wall directly in front of her, but nothing of note otherwise.

"Interesting fact about this house. It was built in 1917. Do you know why that is significant? No. Well I will tell you. The state of Washington actually had a liquor prohibition before most other states and before the 18th amendment which banned it across the nation. The state's prohibition began in 1916. But the state's proximity to Canada made the city an important market for illegal liquor sales and shipping. One of the most famous people was Roy Olmstead, also known as the Rum King. He was actually a cop. He would bring in shipments from Canada but he would need places to store them as well. One of his associates built this house and one next door, which I also happen to own, just not under my name. That house doesn't have a basement, or so the original house plans would have you believe. The shelf in front of you, push it to the side."

Maura did as instructed. It was actually easy to push as there were runners on the floor. Once moved a door was uncovered. Maura opened it when Samantha told her to and then felt along the wall for the light switch. A series of bulbs illuminated a tunnel. They began walking down it.

"You have Jane's body down here?"

"I do."

The tunnel wasn't that long and ended with another door, which Maura opened. She entered a smaller room which was nearly empty. There was a chair sitting in the middle of it and some cabinets. But no Jane.

"Sit in the chair."

"Where's Jane?"

"Sit in the chair and you will find out."

Maura didn't feel as if she had a choice so she sat down.

"Put your hands behind you."

She did so and Samantha went to one of the cabinets and pulled out a plastic zip tie, like police often use on suspects during multiple arrests. She put it around Maura's hands and tightened it and then attached two more to each of her ankles fastening them to the chair.

"I was honestly surprised when you showed up here," Samantha said. "But I had to take precautions in case someone did show up here."

She stood against the wall now facing Maura.

"I don't care what you do to me," Maura said. "Just let me see her body. Let me see my wife."

Samantha tucked the gun into the back of her pants, and used both hands to remove panel from the wall where she had been standing. It revealed a one-way glass similar to those used in interrogation rooms.

Maura stared through it into another bigger room with a bed, but her eyes were on the figure that was lying on it. She tore her eyes away and looked at Samantha, then back at the room. There was Jane lying unconscious on the bed and she was definitely breathing.

"The idea was never to kill her," Samantha said. "I love her, and now she is mine."