They still weren't really talking in the evening. And this wasn't du to Maura working on the fingerprints of the bottles. Jane had been able to gather water bottles from almost every suspect and watched mesmerized how the blonde worked swiftly to take off any forensic evidence possible while she was talking to Frost who had managed to come up with some possible matches to the names. Maura who was busy dusting a bottle with the powder listened as they discussed Mrs. Cane.

They had a suspect that looked like a possible match. But they hoped that they could proof it.

When it came to Janes Mrs. Marple idea Frost chuckled. "So, you really think that her walking stick is a weapon?"

"Sort of. We have two people who died of small caliber shots. What if there is some sort of small pistol in her walking stick?"

"It would be more like out of a James Bond movie. But I think it could work." Frost said with a pensive look. Maura turned her head with a raised eyebrow. Jane gave her a small smile.

"Almost done here. You can send Frost the fingerprints in a few minutes." Maura mumbled.

"Frost rolled his eyes. That means that we might have some identities soon. That would be good because so far we only have speculations." His words reminded Jane of Maura who kept saying that they had no solid proof so far. And both were right. Jane scratched her head.

"Okay. So, I'll send them to you as soon as Maura is done. And then we'll see how to continue."

Frost agreed and cut the connection. There was a knock to the door and Jane slipped of the bed to open it. A courier was standing in front of her, holding out a package. The gun had finally arrived, and Jane took it with relieve. At least they could protect themselves now with a weapon.

The small box didn't only contain the gun but also a badge, an official permission to carry the gun in Nairobi and a box of her mother's cookies.

Her hands were shaking slightly when she opened the attached letter of Angela not knowing what to expect. Some bad words? Hardly, she thought. Otherwise her mother wouldn't have sent her cookies, right?. There small note read:

Janie, I love you. No matter what. Please be careful. – Angela

She swallowed hard and glanced at her favorite chocolate chip cookies. A smile spread on her face as she took one and ate it. Her heart warmed at her mother who had undergone the trouble to pimp up the package with a small present.

Her hand reached for another one and she put it into her mouth before grabbing the gun. She cleaned it while Maura was finishing her work.

"Do you want a cookie?" she asked the blonde when she took off her gloves and closed the kit. "They are from my mom."

"You are not seriously eating cookies in bed, are you?" Maura sounded tense. "I hate crumbs in bed."

Jane glanced at her and saw that the doc was angry. "Come on, I already excused for yesterday." Jane said, trying to sound cheerful.

"This is not about yesterday Jane." Was the short reply of Maura before she vanished into the bathroom after handing her the fingerprints and DNA samples.

"All right." Jane mumbled taking another cookie. She's been a lesbian for almost what? 9 days and she began to see the problems why women shouldn't be together as they were very complicated.

Another knock to her door startled her and she quickly shoved the gun under her pillow and hid the fingerprint kit in one of the drawers before opening it.

This time it was Mrs. Cane who was standing in front of her with a smirk. The old woman walked into the room without waiting for an invitation and sat down to the chair where Maura had been sitting for the last two hours.

Jane watched her with a raised eyebrow. "Uhm. Isn't it a bit late for a visit?" she tried to sound polite. The elder woman shrugged and leaned her walking stick against the counter. Jane eyed it closely, looking for a way to examine it closer.

"You should be more careful." Were the first words she spoke, her piercing blue eyes reaching Janes. "You have no idea what you stumbled into." The voice was warning and firm. Jane crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Who are you?" she asked in her dark voice and the woman's eyes gleamed. "I could ask you the same question."

"Jane Rizzoli, Boston Police Department." Jane said and the woman nodded. "I had a suspicion. You and your friend are detectives?"

"I don't see why I should answer your questions." Jane snapped not willing to be interrogated by an old mysterious woman.

"I see." Mrs. Cane mumbled. Then she searched Janes eyes again. "My name is not important. But let's just say that I want to warn you. There are dangerous people among us. And they know who you are. If they feel threatened by you, they won't be shy to solve the problem in their own manner if you know what I mean? Be careful!" The woman said and got off the chair. She was about to grab her walking stick to leave the room when Maura opened the bathroom door.

The blonde stood in the threshold, giving Jane a questioning look. Jane shrugged. "This nice lady wants to warn us to be careful." She said.

"You two should take my words serious. Otherwise you might not live to see your families again!" Mrs. Cane whispered fiercely leaving them behind. Jane had still her arms crossed in front of her chest and grunted.

She had given the woman her name and her profession, but she saw by Mrs. Canes reaction that she had already known all that which made her wonder what was going on.

This was getting interesting she thought and slumped back onto the bed, followed by Maura. "Who is she?" the doc asked but Jane shrugged. "I dunno. But I think that her visit was very interesting."

"Is she threatening or warning us?" Maura asked another question.

"That I don't know either. But things are heating up and I think that we should take her advice seriously and be more careful."

"We are not going to stop investigating, are we?" the blonde sounded mischievous.

"Hell, no! No one threatens Jane Rizzoli." The last sentence made Maura hitch a breath.

"You're swagger. I swear!" the doc mumbled and shook her head.

"Why were you mad at me earlier?" Jane finally dared to ask, once the lights were dimmed in the room. Her head turned to gauge Maura's reaction to the question. Hazel eyes met hers briefly when Maura also turned her head.

"Because you didn't tell me about your suspicion with the walking stick. I thought that we were partners."

Jane sighed but resisted the urge to take Maura's hand. "I never tell Frost everything right away."

"You did today. But it doesn't matter. It's okay Jane. I'm being childish because I'm scared to be left out like so many times before. This is my problem not yours." There was a genuine and at the same time apologetical smile on the blonde's face and Jane believed her.

"I know how that feels and I'm sorry." She said. Maura's eyes met hers again. "I know. I'm sorry to for being so sensitive." They exchanged a small smile. Jane wanted to kiss her and looked away.

This crush was clearly getting annoying to her. Her hand reached for the light switch. "Time to get some rest." She said, sounding as sore as she felt. The blonde didn't protest.

"Good night Jane." She said, rolling to the side which made her face away from jane.

"Night." Jane replied doing the same.