She had lost feeling in her arms the next morning after a night of barely any sleep. Samantha undid her restraints and allowed her to go upstairs to use the restroom. When she was brought back down, Samantha used two straps similar to what she was using on Jane to secure Maura to a gas main pipe instead of putting her back in the chair. At least now she could walk around a little bit.

"How did you do it?" Maura asked as Samantha forced her to lock her own straps. One was on her ankle, the other on her wrist.

"Knowing now that I pulled this off do you really think I am stupid enough to say how I did it? This isn't some hour-long cop drama where the criminal confesses."

"You had to have had help," Maura said. She had been thinking about it all night, and she knew there was no way Samantha could have done this on her own without assistance.

"I did," she conceded. "Having money opens many doors, wouldn't you agree?"

Maura didn't respond.

"You can't honestly believe you can keep Jane locked up like this forever."

"That's not my intention," she said. "I have plans for me and Jane. We are going to be married. We were going to do this while you were in jail, but that has now changed. The only reason you are alive now is because I don't believe in making rash moves. I am thinking suicide will be most appropriate manner of death. You couldn't live with what you did to Jane and ended your own life. It will be easy enough for people to believe since you voluntarily jumped bail. It's amazing how we as humans are so eager to believe the easy explanation. Take for instance you believing Jane cheated on you. It had to go against everything you believed yet you believed it because the evidence made sense to you."

"Would that be like you believing that Jane would have anything to do with you?"

She saw the slap coming but it wasn't like she could dodge it.

"Jane loves me," Samantha said.

"She loves me," Maura countered but Samantha just laughed.

"Do you really think after all of this, she loves you still? You are delusional if you believe that," Samantha said.
Maura had to believe that Jane still loved her regardless of what she had done. That belief was the only thing keeping her going at this point – that and her hatred of Samantha. She had never truly wished someone dead before, but she realized she wanted Samantha dead. She wanted her to suffer first though.

Despite her puffy eyes from crying most of the night when Samantha first came into the room that morning, Maura glared at her. It didn't faze Samantha in anyway, but Maura still did it.

"I need to make arrangements for a few things, namely your death," Samantha said. "I am going to trust you to stay here and keep an eye on Jane for me."

She gagged Maura again, and then entered the room where Jane had been lying on the bed all morning after she had her breakfast, which Samantha had spoon-fed her due to her hands. Maura heard Samantha telling Jane she had to go out but would be back in a couple of hours. She turned on the TV, thankfully to a Boston Red Sox game from the DVR and then she kissed Jane, who kissed Samantha back this time.

From Samantha's lack of reaction, Maura was guessing this wasn't the first time she had kissed back. Samantha had given her more injections that morning and Jane just laid there on the bed.

It was if the Jane she knew was really gone and had been replaced with this replica who couldn't do anything.

Samantha left the room and waved to Maura before leaving.

Maura immediately began to assess the lock on the straps trying to figure out if there was a way to get free. The locks were small but that didn't mean they would be any less easy to get off. She would need to find something sturdy enough to stick into the lock first. There was nothing around her though.

Two innings of the baseball game passed when Jane slowly got up from the bed. She walked over to what Maura guessed was a mirror on her side of the glass. She was still attached to the bed from the strap but Samantha had loosened it to give her more range before she left. Maura assumed that was in case Jane had to use the restroom.

"Sam," Jane called out. She did it again, louder and Maura tried to block the sound from her ears. Jane called out one more time and continued to stand there for several minutes. Maura wondered if Jane was sick again. She didn't look well overall, but after a while Jane walked around to the other side of the bed and ducked down. Maura could only see the top of her head and back for a moment before she got up back up and on the bed.

Again she appeared to be waiting, but after a few minutes, she brought her knee up – the one with the strap on that ankle.

Maura wanted to cry out for joy when she realized what was going on. Jane was working on the lock – she was trying to free herself, which meant Jane wasn't as drugged up as Maura had thought she was, and not as much as Samantha thought she was.

She must have been calling out to Samantha to see if she was still around to see if it was safe to get down to work, Maura thought.

For the next couple of innings Jane worked on the lock. Maura couldn't see what she was trying to use to pick the lock but it must have been small. And Jane was struggling with it, mostly because of her bandaged hands. Her fingers were still free but there were several layers of bandages wrapped around the rest of her hands. Handling something so small must have been an added torture to her hands. Still Jane continued to work.

Whether she was tired, frustrated or merely concerned that Samantha would come back, Jane gave up on it after two innings of work. She hid her lock pick again under the bed and then sat up on it watching the game.

Maura wished there was someway for her to let Jane know she was here, that she wasn't alone.

Samantha returned sometime after the game was over. By then Jane was sleeping again. She brought down some food for Maura to eat and water to drink. Maura wondered why she bothered but Samantha hadn't made a move to kill her yet, so she must still be considering how to do it. She was being methodical in her approach, just as she must have been in planning all of this out.

This was a woman who didn't leave things to chance.

She was confident, but not cocky about it. Maura doubted Samantha would ever come clean about what she had done in part because she thought she was justified in doing it. She really believed she could have Jane as she wanted Jane to be. It may also be her Achilles heel.

This time Maura watched the interaction between Samantha and Jane more closely. She watched them as she might observe subjects in an experiment. In particular she was paying attention to Jane's body movements. Whenever Samantha got near her she would move ever so slightly in the opposite direction. Her body was stiff and forced whenever they were close. Jane wanted nothing to do with this woman, but she was making herself play along – probably waiting for her moment.

Jane was strong, and the fact she hadn't just taken on Samantha head-to-head was a mystery to Maura. Maybe the drugs kept her too weak physically, or maybe it was because of her hands, either way Jane hadn't made a move.

Samantha did most of the talking as they sat on the bed together with the TV on the news. About the most Jane contributed to the conversation was the occasional agreement with whatever Samantha was talking about. There was a rather ridiculous conversation including color palettes on what they should paint the rooms upstairs as if Samantha had any intention of letting Jane up there.

It appeared that Samantha was keeping a routine up. She kept looking at her watch as if she had planned out how each minute of the day should go.

Maura noticed she never had a phone on her or really anything else that would be of use to Jane if she could get free. Samantha wasn't totally naïve then about what Jane might be capable of. She thought about the bruises on Jane's arm and wondered if Jane had already tried to escape and failed.

Samantha would go upstairs for stretches of time, but during those times Jane didn't work on the lock. But then again Samantha said she would be right upstairs so Jane apparently wasn't willing to risk it.

During one of these times she put the video on once again.

Maura couldn't watch again so she sat on the floor so she couldn't see it from that angle. But after awhile, she couldn't stand not seeing Jane so she stood up. Jane was now sitting on the edge of the bed watching the video. Maura couldn't see her face but she saw her hands were in the best form of a fist that she could manage – her knuckles pressing down into the bed.

She didn't know why Jane was actively watching it, but she wished she wouldn't. She couldn't imagine why she would want to watch it especially so intently. She had witnessed Jane obsessively go through video during an investigation looking for clues or evidence but this wasn't the same – or was it?

Maura forced herself to watch the video. Then she watched again and again.

The video was clearer than her memory of that night, but she still wasn't seeing any reason why Jane would be watching it. Whoever had shot the video was at a perfect angle to show her interaction with Mark. She watched as Mark took a drink from the bartender and handed it to her. At that moment Jane got up in a huff. She paced a little bit –something she did to calm herself down generally.

She thought back to that night but it was through a haze from the alcohol she had drank. She had been drinking wine most of the evening. She vaguely recalled Mark suggesting she drink something else and everything after that was pretty much a blank. She sort of recalled going to the hotel room, but after that …

She moved as close as she could to the window and watched the video again.

…

Maura was sitting on the floor again when Samantha returned. She went right over to Maura and tore out the gag. "Who knows you came here?"

"No one."

"Lying to me at this point would not be in your best interest."

"Why you've already destroyed my marriage and are going to kill me anyway?"

"Yes, but how Jane comes through this can be swayed by your cooperation."

Maura nodded. "Fine, I will answer your question if you answer one of mine."

"Deal."

"You had me drugged, didn't you?" Maura said. "Just like with what you did to Jane. I didn't sleep with him, did I?"

"You know I was beginning to think your intelligence level was greatly exaggerated," Samantha smiled. "No, you didn't sleep with him. Not that it matters. I set you up completely to take the fall for Jane's murder, and I ensured that with Mark that you wouldn't have a support system like the Rizzolis to fall back on even if they were willing to speak to you after you killed her. Your destruction was going to be complete."

"Why?" Maura asked. "Why do you have this hatred of me? We'd never even met before this."

"You took her from me," Samantha said getting in her face. "You stole what belonged to me. Did you think you could get away with that without having to face the consequences?"

"You're insane."

Samantha merely smiled again and backed up. "Who knows you came here?"

"No one knew I was coming here, that is the truth, but as you pointed out before I did voluntarily jump bail so it was only a matter of time before someone came looking for me."

"But why would they think to come here to Seattle, who did you tell?"

"No one. I had hired a private investigator who help collect background on you. He is the one who found out you quit your job and were moving to the West Coast. He mentioned that you had flight layovers in Seattle for no apparent reason. I found out you had property out here and came looking."

Samantha backed up again, considering. She gave that smile one more time and then put the gag back in Maura's mouth. "By this time tomorrow, you will be dead."