The lack of updates from their team was driving Frankie nuts. He had come back from his honeymoon a few days earlier so he and Nina could help out, but it felt as if nothing was going anywhere. Frost was still trying to track down the sender and Frankie had looked over every file that they had about the case multiple times. His coffee table was beginning to become non-existent, with stacks of open folders and photographs littered throughout the entirety of his apartment. He felt hopeless not being able to do anything, so he booked a one-way flight to Paris after checking in with Nina. She was supportive and Frankie had shown his appreciation, knowing that he married the right woman. As he packed his suitcase, his worry for Jane begins to diminish as he thinks about how he will be close to her soon. Telling his mother had been easier than he thought, as Angela had been relieved to hear that Frankie was planning on going over to where Jane was. She had hugged him tightly, telling him to be careful and bring all three of her babies back to her. With a kiss from Nina, he was on his way to the airport.

Having to sit down in front of Maura's mother after what had just happened in the bedroom was awkward. Jane's eyes dart between her toast and Maura, and it isn't until Constance clears her throat that Jane realizes that she has been stuck inside of her own head.

"Is everything alright, Jane? If the food isn't up to your standards, I can request that the kitchen make you something else," Constance offers, noticing how Maura is acting weirdly as well.

"Sorry?" Jane says, looking up, "Oh, no, no. The food is delicious, Constance, thank you."

Maura joins in, hoping to take some of the spotlight off of Jane. "Yes, mother, this jam is one of the best that I have ever had. Did you make it?"

As Constance rambles on about the canning process and how she chose which apricots to use for the jam, Jane takes several sips of her coffee, hoping it will clear her mind.

"..and I will be back next month when Jane has already left Paris. Does that sound alright?" Constance says. Jane nods, having missed the first part of that question but wanting to be a polite guest. The coffee has opened Jane's appetite up and she quickly devours the eggs, toast, and sausage links in front of her. Constance looks pleased and offers Jane another plate, which she gratefully accepts.

Maura is an avid lover of Gothic architecture, so the two women had plans to visit the Notre Dame Cathedral today, plans which Jane was eager to get to as it meant she would have alone time with Maura. As Maura finishes eating, they excuse themselves from the table and return back to the room to get dressed.

"Why are you bringing your gun, Jane? It's a trip to a cathedral, not a shootout," Maura says, shocked that Jane was going to a cultural landmark armed.

Jane checks the safety on her police standard issue before putting it in its holster. She swings a jacket around her arms, zipping it up halfway to hide it from plain sight.

"You can never be too safe, Maur," Jane says as she bends down to tie her shoes, making sure that she wore her tennis shoes instead of her boots. Today was going to be filled with lots of walking and Jane was still somewhat out of shape after being shot.

Maur stops getting ready as she walks in front of Jane. "Is there something that I need to be worried about?"

Jane bites her lips, contemplating whether she should update Maura about what Frost found from Olivia. She decided against it, not wanting to begin today with a bad start. "No, Maura. Just a little stressed considering everything we have gone through lately. I just want to be extra sure."

Accepting the answer, Maura turns away as she slips on boots with heels. Jane groans at the sight of this. "Maura! You are insufferable. We are going to be walking around and I already know you're going to be too proud to admit that your feet are hurting by the end of the day."

Maura gasps as she pretends to be offended, clutching her chest. "I will not! We are in Europe, Jane. I need to look presentable, especially in the city considered the epitome of fashion."

Waving her hand, Jane decides to give it up. Her suggestion would fall on deaf ears, as Maura was incredibly stubborn when it came to her sense of style. "Okay, but when your feet hurt too much at the end of the day, I can't give you my shoes because my feet are way bigger."

Maura shrugs, having accepted her fate. With that, the two women head out, walking with Maura's hands holding onto Jane's. Jane loved it when she did that. She felt protective, wanted, and honored to have such a beautiful and brilliant woman in her arms. Everywhere they went, they turned heads, capturing the attention of those around them with how attractive of a pairing they made. As they walk past a cafe, Jane begins to feel uneasiness creep up her neck. She looks around, scanning the crowds around them for Olivia, but doesn't find any potential threats. Picking up the pace, she begins walking faster and Maura struggles to catch up.

"Jane? What's going on?"

Jane continues to look around them, putting her hand on Maura's to have Maura hold on to her tighter. "One sec, Maura." Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a man with a baseball cap on, stalking towards them with his head down. "Follow me," Jane commands as they disappear down an alleyway, pressing against a wall behind of a dumpster. The man walks past them, looking as if he is in a hurry. Jane waits for a few minutes to pass, counting the seconds in her head. Maura is confused, but she knows better than to make a sound in the middle of something like this. When Jane seems to relax, Maura opens her mouth.

"Why are we hiding? Is someone after us?"

Jane peeks around the corner, satisfied that the man is no longer in sight. The two women begin walking down the street again and Jane pats her holster, making sure that her gun is still close by. "No, I don't think so. Sorry. I thought I saw someone following us."

Maura rubs Jane's back, knowing that she often struggled to turn off the detective part of her identity. It was so ingrained into her, but most times, it was harmless. It made Maura feel safer that Jane was always on the lookout, but she worried about Jane's anxiety levels. Jane stiffens as she sees the man head down the street again, this time facing the two women instead of being behind them.

"Shit!" She says as she pushes Maura to the side where she will be safe in the midst of a sea of people. Jane takes off in a full sprint, pumping her arms as she finds the power to catch up with the man and catch him off guard. She tackles him full force, knocking both of them into the ground as people around them quickly clear a space with loud screams and gasps of surprise. As Jane sits up, she hears whispering around them and the distinct sound of Maura's heels clicking against the ground as Maura runs towards her. The man had the wind knocked off of him and he lay on the ground, taking more time to recover. In the heat of action, the force of Jane's tackle had knocked the hat off of his hair.

Underneath, was a familiar face.

"What the hell, Jane!" Frankie's voice exclaims as he rubs at the shoulder that he landed on. Jane looks at him bewilderedly, not able to believe her eyes.

"Frankie? What are you doing here?" She says, grimacing as she struggles to stand up. Swiping the dust off of her pants, she reaches out a hand for Frankie. He takes her hand, straining as he returns to a standing position as well.

"What does it look like? I'm looking for you, Jane. But if I had known you woulda tackled me like a perp, I wouldn't have flown across the world for you. Uptight much?"

Jane rubs at the back of her hair, embarrassed that she had tackled her brother in the middle of a very busy street. Maura looks equally as shocked, her body still recovering from the surge of epinephrine that had just been released.

"Well, why did you have to come looking for me like a stalker, Frankie? I almost pulled my gun on you."

Frankie shakes his head at his sister. "I saw two women on the street that looked like you and Maura but I wasn't sure so I wanted to get closer for a better look before I approached you guys! All I have is Maura's address and I was a little lost so I have been wandering around the area for a while."

"Oh," Jane says, giving her brother a side hug. "I'm really sorry about that. I would have never thought that it was you."

Maura looks at the two siblings. "Is someone going to tell me why Frankie flew all the way from Boston? What are you not telling me, Jane?"

Blowing a sigh out of the side of her mouth, Jane brings them closer, leaning in. "Not here. Let's go find somewhere else to talk."

The trio sat at a café, with Frankie stuffing a croissant down his throat as Maura sipped her a café allongé, the French equivalent of an Americano. With big bites, Frankie was attempting to relieve himself of the burden of explaining things to Maura. Maura looked at the two Rizzolis in front of her, not knowing who she should interrogate first. Jane is looking down at her own coffee, seemingly very interested in the color of the liquid. Her leg is shaking, which makes the porcelain platters beneath their coffees rattle softly in response.

"I'm sorry, Maura. I wanted to tell you but there weren't any updates so I didn't want to ruin the start of our time together here. Frost called me yesterday saying that he had received an email," Jane says, looking at her brother for reassurance. When he nods, she continues. "It turns out that Olivia, or at least someone involved with her, had sent an email to you about a week ago and when they failed to get a response, the same email was sent to Cavanaugh."

Maura brushes away the crumbs on the surface of their tabletop. "I don't have access to my BPD email accounts right now, they're only accessible through the department's server."

"Right. So Frost has assembled a team and they have been trying to track down who sent the email," Jane says.

"What was in the email?"

Frankie speaks up, having found the courage to do so after Jane initiated the conversation. "A video of you, Maura. The one from when Olivia and Sarah had you all chained up. So far, only Frost and his team have seen the video. But they're threatening to release it to the public if we don't respond to their demands within 72 hours."

"72 hours? But since this all happened yesterday, that means we likely have closer to 48 hours, correct?" Maura asks and Frankie replies with a grim nod.

Jane leans forward, placing a hand on Maura's for support. "We're not going to let them leak the video, Maur."

"If letting them do as they wish would be for the greater good, then it's something that we need to consider," Maura says. "What were their demands?"

Taking a sip of his water, Frankie wipes at his mouth before he speaks. "They wanted to know your current location. Well, yours and Janes. I'm sure they are assuming that you both are together in the same place."

Maura takes the news in stride, subconsciously glancing at the people around them as she looks for Olivia.

Jane catches her doing so and frowns. "See? This is exactly what I wanted to avoid. You came to Paris to get away and you're still having to look over your shoulder."

"Which is why I got on the first flight over. I know Jane has things handled but it was killing me to not be able to do anything other than look over files that we have already been through a thousand times. At least here, I can be near you guys and fight if needed," Frankie says. Maura is touched by how much he cares for them, especially since he had flown over without any hesitation.

"That's very kind of you, Frankie. Thank you." Maura straightens up, sorting through the millions of questions that were racing across her mind. "What makes us think that someone else other than Olivia may be involved?"

Jane puts down her coffee, the bitter taste leaving its imprint on her tongue. "The hacking stuff that they did to prevent us from tracking them down was pretty advanced. Frost thinks that there is someone else behind all of that, someone with a lot of coding experience who knew how to get around all of the traps we had set. I mean, whoever it is, they had the guts to send a message to the Chief Examiner via her official police department email account."

Frankie bobs his head up and down, agreeing with Jane. "You guys have a long list of enemies. No offense. It wouldn't be too ridiculous to assume that one of them reached out to Olivia. When Korsak had finished interviewing her, she had requested a public defender. Next thing we know, Liam freaking Santos is waltzing into the room."

"Liam Santos? The corporate lawyer that is on retainer for every major company on the east coast?" Maura asks. "Why is a white-collar man inserting himself into a homicide trial?"

Neither of the other two had an answer for her, as they were just as astounded to learn that Liam Santos had picked up Olivia as a client. Jane was working her jaw, frustrated that they had been so close to being done with this entire mess. If Olivia had gotten involved with someone bigger, it was not going to be a good time. Frankie places several bills down, pushing up as his chair scrapes along the tiled floor. "Maura, if it's okay, I was hoping I could check out the security system at your place. I wanna make sure that it's up to date and hasn't been messed around with."

Maura nods numbly, unable to believe that they had managed to drag Boston's drama all the way across the ocean. "Sure, Frankie." She opens her purse, looking for the key ring in the spot that it was always in before grabbing it and handing it to him. He adjusts the baseball cap on his head before waving goodbye, leaving the two women alone again. A few tables over, a man is smoking a cigarette, distracted by the newspaper laid out in front of him. The smell travels through the air and Jane has never smoked, but damn did a cigarette sound nice just about now. She watches as the man taps his cigarette against the ashtray, which has accumulated tiny mountains of grey, flaky ash. After giving Maura a few minutes to process, Jane speaks.

"Still feel up to the Notre Dame? There's nothing some good old gothic architecture can't fix," she says, offering Maura an overly excited smile in hopes of cheering the woman up. When Maura doesn't perk up at the idea, she decides to try again. "Come on, Maur. There isn't anything that we can do from here other than be careful and wait it out. Besides, they have no idea that we are all the way over here. We might as well enjoy the time we have together."

With a sigh, Maura agrees. Jane had a point and especially considering that she was set to leave for Virginia in a month, Maura wanted to savor every moment with the other woman. Olivia had ruined both of their lives for far too long and it was time to take back some control. Jane places a few bills down, covering the rest of their order as the two women head back in the direction of the Notre Dame.