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Two weeks had passed after the case of the murdered lesbians, and the team has gotten almost nowhere. They had found little information about the two murdered women, and none of their family or friends knew anyone who would want to hurt them. It almost seemed like they were the victims of a non-personal crime. The killer left nothing behind at the crime scene. Not a hair, not a fingerprint, no sign of a break-in and nothing was stolen. Many possibilities crossed Jane's mind; perhaps the killer was a professional, perhaps it was an accident, perhaps it was a hate crime. She didn't know.

That was, until the call came. Jane's phone buzzed on her hip, jolting her awake and almost making her fall off Maura's couch. The doctor's phone could be heard in the kitchen, making its owner sigh and put the documentary she was watching on pause.

"Rizzoli," the detective mumbled after she finally dug the phone out of its holster. In the background she faintly heard her friend answer her phone with her always professional, "Doctor Isles."

She toke note of the address of the new crime scene and hung up the phone. Maura came back into the living room, a small pout on her lips. "Just when the documentary about 'Genetic Aspects of Inflammatory Bowel Diseases' started to get interesting!"

Jane looked at the TV screen where the documentary was paused on a not so very pleasant sight. "Oh what a bummer." she mumbled, "Well, let's get moving, shall we?" she stood up and stretched her body, reaching down next to Maura's desk to pick up the ME's bag and handed it to her best friend.

The doctor sighed when she was handed the bag, "Your car or mine?"

Jane openly yawned and, after seeing Maura's disapproving look, she slowly raised her hand to cover her mouth. "Oh please, let me drive. I don't think I can handle your precision driving today."

"What? I only follow the traffic rules." Maura argued, "As an officer of the law you should be a good example for the citizen of Boston."

The detective yawned once more, "Yeah, blah blah blah. Let's just get moving, shall we?"

Once they arrived at the given address they saw the same as what they had seen two weeks ago. The crime scene was in a hotel room, and had two half naked bodies with multiple stab wounds. The only difference that they spotted was the sex of the victims. The last time there were two women, yet this time the victims were two guys.

"Same MO as the lesbian lovers case, what do ya think, Maur?" the detective asked.

"What I think is that our fist John Doe has a wide cut all the way through his pectoralis major of approximately 3, possibly 4 inches deep. From the looks of it the weapons slightly penetrated the ventricle. Death was within seconds." Doctor Isles stated.

Jane rubbed her eyes, "Ventinicinicle. Wikipedia. Go."

Maura pursed her lips and walked towards the detective, "The Ventricle." she repeated, raising her hand to poke her finger at Jane's chest, "Is one of the chambers that collects or expels blood received from an atrium towards..." One look of the sheepishly looking detective made her stop her explanation. "Heart, Jane. The ventricle is a heart chamber."

Jane yawned loudly, "Thanks. So he bled out. What about the second guy?"

The medical examiner returned to the victims and spoke while she examined, "Multiple stab wounds, most of them in the upper area of the body, a couple stabs in the lower body and, surprisingly, one in the lower leg. My hypothesis is that the killer acted out of anger or frustration."

"Hypothesis?" Jane exclaimed, "Really? Well, then my hypothesis is that the killer was being an ass."

The doctor gasped, "Jane! You can't say that!"

Jane looked back at her, "What?! He is!" she closed her eyes and let out a big sigh. "Honestly, I think we might be dealing with a serial killer. One who targets gay couples. "

Maura's eyes widened for a second, before she asked her, "Are you alright, Jane?"

The detective frowned slightly, "Yeah.. Why do you ask?"

"Because you just sat down on a chair that is part of the crime scene."

Jane looked behind her, "Oh crap." She jumped back on her feet. She looked back at Maura, who was looking at her with a concerned look on her face. Her shoulders slummed on their own account. "I'm just so tired; I can't get this case of my mind."

Maura walked to her friend and put her hands on her shoulders. "Let's get you home, Jane."

The detective nodded slightly before she looked at the victims. "What about the bodies?"

One look back over her shoulders, and Maura slightly shrugged, "They can wait until the morning. It's not like they will suddenly walk away."

Jane chuckled. "That is quite funny, Maur." Maura smiled brightly.

Together they walked out of the hotel room, however not before the doctor ordered the morgue techs to bring the bodies back to headquarters and put them in the body freezer. Once they arrived at the brunette's car Maura opened the passenger door and waited for Jane to enter. The detective, of course, argued that she was very capable of driving her own car; Maura had nothing of it and patiently waited till her friend gave up and sat herself down on the passenger seat. The blonde chuckled and closed the door, before walking around the car and getting in the driver seat herself.

"Just drop me off at my apartment, I'll be fine." Jane mumbled.

Maura, however, decided to drive towards her own house. "Nonsense, Jane. You should be able to get a good night's sleep. Knowing you, you will probably dispose a couple of beers before retreating towards your bedroom, where you will toss and turn all night and not get any sleep. Therefore, we are going to my house, where I will allow you to drink one," She put up her index finger and waved it in front of Jane's face, "and only one, beer. And I will allow you to sleep in my bed, on the 'mattress made out of angel butts', as I remember you called it once. Okay?" Jane just hummed in agreement.

Once inside the Beacon Hill house Maura grabbed the promised beer out of her fridge. The detective gratefully accepted the cold bottle and took a big sip.

"Would you like to move to the bedroom?" Maura asked softly.

Jane nodded. "Yeah, I'll go to the guestroom." She mumbled, taking another sip from her bottle.

"What? Don't be silly!" Maura exclaimed, "As I already told you, you'll sleep with me, in my bed."

Jane shook her head, "Nah, I'll be fine in the guestroom, really."

The blonde pursed her lips and took Jane's bottle out of her hands. She took a long sip and handed the almost empty bottle back to her friend. "I didn't make the guest bed."

The ever detecting detective squinted her eyes, "Yes, you did." Maura just shrugged her shoulders and raised one eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. "Why do you so desperately want me in your bed?"

"So that I can keep an eye on you." Maura simply shrugged. "Plus, I know you really like to cuddle, you big softie!" She added with a playful smile, softly hitting Jane on her arm. She turned around and made her way to the stars to go upstairs.

Jane puffed. "Ha, you wish." she yelled to Maura's retreating form. She heard a giggle coming from upstairs before following her friend upstairs to the bedroom.

A couple of days passed, and even though Jane finally managed to get a good night's sleep, the cases were still on the same dead end. Jane was working at her desk when Korsak walked into the bullpen, calling out her name. "Janie."

The brunette turned in her chair, her lips turning in a small smile. "Hey, old man. What's up?" One look at the older man's face and her smile fell.

"I just came back from an operation call. You're not gonna like this." He dropped a file on her desk and showed her the pictures inside. "Two guys murdered in a hotel room. No indication of a break-in, a struggle or any other indication of violence."

Jane slummed back in her chair. "Same MO as our killer."

A light bulb went off in Frost's head. He leaped out of his chair and took the pictures. "Where was this?" He asked.

"Frost, you don't think he is randomly picking his locations, do you? Perhaps there is a pattern." Jane said, standing up as well.

Frost nodded his head, "My thoughts exactly." He said.

They moved to brick, Frost immediately seated behind a computer. His fingers rapidly tapping on the keyboard. "All the victims were murdered in a hotel room, where all the couples had been staying for approximately a week. Each time the murders were committed in a different hotel. The first was the Hilton hotel, the second was the Lenox hotel and lastly the Boston Harbor hotel."

The three detectives looked at the screen, "It's not alphabetical." Frost started, "or geographical."

Jane nodded, "There is no connection with the names. Perhaps the exterior of the buildings?"

"Or," Korsak said, "The owners. Look!" He pointed to his own computer screen. "The Lenox Hotel is owned by David Lenox, who also has a 1/5th share in the Hilton hotel."

"What about the Harbor Hotel?"

Korsak tapped on his keyboard and let out a surprised "Oh. It seems like the Harbor Hotel is owned by Marcus McFarlane. Or as he prefers, Marcus Lenox. He is David Lenox' husband."

"Well, that makes sense." Frost said, "Gay couples get murdered in hotels that are owned or partially owned by a gay couple."

Jane walked back into the bullpen when she saw detective Riley Cooper sitting on her desk. They stared at each other for a couple of seconds before Jane spoke, "Riley, what are you doing? "

Detective Cooper shrugged her shoulders, "The Lieu told me to wait here, so…" she trailed off.

Jane kept looking, her eyebrows raised. "The lieu told you to wait.. On my desk?"

Riley slowly moved onto her feet, "No, but..."

"Detectives!"

Both Jane and Riley looked to the place where they heard the deep and insistent voice of the lieutenant. "Detective Frost, Sergeant Korsak, you too." The two addressed men moved to stand next to their female co-workers.

"We got six dead bodies in the morgue because of that psycho killer. It's time we put an end to his killing streak." The lieutenant spoke in his deep voice. "We need one of our own to go undercover and catch this son of a bitch. Rizzoli, you're fit for the job. I want Frost to arrange the hotel room and the camera equipment. Get everything ready and we will start the assignment tomorrow."

"Wait, so if I'm going undercover, what is Cooper doing here?" Rizzoli asked.

The lieutenant pointed from Riley to Jane and back. "She will be your undercover girlfriend, lover or lesbian friend, however you want to describe it."

"What?!"Jane turned around quickly, the shock clear on her face, "Noooo.. no.. noho.." she shook her head.

Riley turned her head towards the other female detective, a small frown on her face. "Rizzoli, I'd be happy to help you guys, you know that."

"You made out with my brother. You made out with Frost! You had their.. their.. spit in your mouth and that is just.. uuuuhrg, no. There is no way in hell that I am going to put my mouth on your mouth that has touched their mouths. No!" Rizzoli exclaimed while waving her hand in front of her face, as if the air around her head was disgusting.

Cavanaugh stepped forward with his face as strong as steel. "You are going undercover."

"Yes, sir.. but I.."Jane started saying but was interrupted went the lieutenant started speaking again.

"No buts, Rizzoli! Detective Cooper is the only one in this unit who is capable of doing this job with you."

The brunette opened her mouth to say something, but the lieutenant interrupted her once again. "Unless you can think of something or someone else, Detective Cooper will be your undercover companion." he rasped, turned around and moved back to his office.

The detective stared at his back in mild shock. She ran multiple possibilities through her head, thinking of anything or any way to not get Riley as her girlfriend. Her eyes snapped up.

"Maura."

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