Frost had to restrain himself from jumping over the table and grabbing Olivia by the throat.

After all that she had put Jane through, she had the nerve to sit across from him and pretend to look sorry. The sight of her made him sick, but he did have to admit that he was surprised that she turned herself in.

Her recollection of the events says that Olivia began fighting with Sarah and that the fight escalated until Sarah pulled a gun on Olivia. The two had fallen to the ground and thrown punches, beating each other until they were black and blue. The fight had started when Sarah wanted to put Jane on display in front of the BPD headquarters and Olivia had disagreed, stating that the location was too high profile. Sarah, ever the devout believer of symbolism, had refused to compromise. With two incredibly temperamental women in one small space, the inevitable had happened as one woman ended up dead. Offended and betrayed that Sarah would ever pull a gun on her and consider killing her, Olivia had been blinded by anger as she wrestled the gun away from Sarah and turned it on her. Within moments, it was all over and Sarah lay lifeless on the ground. Olivia had panicked, rushing over to Jane to finish their final preparations before putting Jane in public to display.

However, Jane was still alive. As Olivia saw the way Jane fought the onset of death, she had felt a sudden urge of guilt. After getting so close to Maura, Olivia had come to understand the woman's deep love for Jane Rizzoli and suddenly found herself unable to take away Jane's life. She had dropped everything to begin CPR, which she would continue for the next 20 minutes as the paramedics rushed to her location. When they had arrived, Olivia had turned herself in, asking to speak to Boston Homicide. With Sarah dead, Olivia had felt no sense of loyalty toward their mission anymore. As she mourned the loss of the love of her life, Sarah, her only wish now was for everything to be over. They had been on the run for years, continuing their rampage while hiding from the police. Olivia was tired. After years of looking behind her back and being paranoid about anything and everyone, Olivia had enough. The district attorney had offered her a reduced sentence if she complied with them and told the police which murders the two women had been responsible for.

The detective across from her looked as if he wanted her dead and was willing to make that happen with his own hands. She assumed that he must be someone close to Jane, as his body language gave him away. She had been tempted to play games with him but decided that there was no use anymore considering that Jane was no longer her captive. Olivia told him stories about how they chose their victims, spent months profiling them, and the detail with which they positioned the bodies to be found. She answers the man's questions about how they evaded leaving behind DNA and how they stayed on the run for so long. When he gets to the part where Olivia talks about what they did to Jane, he excuses himself. In his place, an older detective comes in, introducing himself as Sergeant Korsak.

The older man was more serious. He hid his facial expressions well and remained professional, making it near impossible for Olivia to get a read on this man. He had taken her statement about Jane, only asking a few clarifying questions before he thanked her and left. Olivia sat alone in the room now, her wrists placed behind her in handcuffs had been tightened a bit too much. Every police officer had been rough with her, especially after knowing what this woman had done to one of their own. Olivia wondered if Jane was alive and whether Maura had been notified. A little part of her even felt bad that Maura had been hurt. She would have liked to get to know the honey blonde more. As police officers usher her through the rest of processing, she watches as her identity is reduced to 5 bold black letters written on the top left of her orange jumpsuit.

Frankie was conflicted. He was glad that he had been called to take the sidelines on this case, but at the same time, he wanted to do all that he could to ensure that justice was served. He didn't see the video that had broken Maura, but from the reports, he had gathered enough to fill in the blanks. To cope, he had turned to whiskey. He was at the Dirty Robber every night after work now and he had memorized his mother's work schedule so that he could drink in peace. He loved his mother to death, but damn could she be a nag sometimes. As he tosses another one back, he shakes the empty whiskey glass in his hand, heading the ice clink as it shifts around. Holding his finger up, he catches the attention of the bartender who nods in his direction.

"Two fingers of that Jack please, Dani."

She gives him a disappointed look as the two had grown close over Frankie's repeated visits to the bar. "You've got one more before I cut you off, Frank."

Frankie groans, loosening the tie around his neck. He slides a $20 bill across the bar, giving Dani a generous tip. As he polishes off his final glass, he begins to slide off the barstool until a hand touches his arm warmly, stopping him.

"Hey, Frankie." Nina's eyes are full of concern and her smooth voice sounds like honey.

Frankie grins, surprised to see Nina at the bar, as she usually chose to stay out of their after-work trips to the Dirty Robber. "Heya, Nina. Whatcha doing here?"

Nina brushes her curly hair behind her ears. She is nervous about what she is about to do, but she knows that it needs to be done.

"Frankie, I know there's a lot of stuff going on lately. Maura being taken, Jane being shot, and all of that stuff with Jane recently too. I feel your pain and I know you're going through it, but I worry about your drinking."

Frankie laughs as he pats Nina's hand. He pushes down the flash of annoyance that had appeared when Nina had expressed her concern. He refused to be like his father.

"Don't worry, Nina. I appreciate the concern. But I've got it under wraps."

He was glad that the woman cared enough to bring it up, but he also needed to quiet his demons somehow.

Nina doesn't give up, instead offering her hand as she stands up. "Come on, Frankie. Let's go somewhere and talk it out. Drinking isn't going to do you any good."

Frankie hesitates as he thinks about his choice. He could spend the rest of the night having quality time with the woman he had been in love with for the last six months, or he could walk over to a nearby bar and continue to quench his thirst. He sighs, stands up, and stumbles his first few steps.

"Alright, Nina. Let's see what ya got."