Maura sighed, leaning against an empty autopsy table and staring at the body across from her. "I don't know what happened, but let's find out." She crossed the small space, picking up a scalpel and making the expert, precise incision on the woman's chest. It's almost some sort of joke, cutting into her chest when her abdomen's already been slashed open.

An hour later, as she cleaned and poked the wound in the victim's neck, her eyes widened. She set her cotton swab down and backed away from the table, peeling off her gloves into the trashcan. Picking up the phone in her office, she made the call upstairs, then moved back into the morgue, donning a fresh pair of gloves as Jane and Frost entered.

Jane's eyes were wide with anticipation. "What is it, Maur?" She crossed the space, standing to the side of the table. Maura held out a box of gloves absently. "I haven't completed my autopsy, please put on a pair of gloves." She leaned down with a pair of tweezers, straightening with a shard of metal in the instrument's grasp. "I wanted you to be here when I extracted this. It's from the neck wound."

Jane nodded, pulling on the gloves and gripping the edge of the table once more. "What is that?" She peered at it, brow furrowed in concentration and gasped softly, eyes widening again. "Is that…?"

Maura nodded. "It's a shard of a disposable scalpel blade. Now, if you'll come with me…" She set the shard in a dish and placed her tweezers on the small tray carefully, then crossed the morgue to the cold storage chambers and opened a door, sliding the first victim out. "I'd like to re-look at the neck incisions here." She beckoned an assistant over, and they lifted the tray off the railing and set it on a nearby table.

Jane moved with her, Frost stepping up behind her, both peering down at the sutured neck wound of their first victim. "It's a scalpel wound, isn't it? The second cut." Jane's tone was flat and she worried the palm of her right hand through the glove. "That's what was poking at me."

Maura studied the wound for a moment then straightened, nodding. "The thickness of the second cut is nearly the exact same width, and it's been placed just under the first, longer cut, so as to be mistaken for an errant slash with the amputation blade. However, now that I'm looking at it once more, it's most certainly a scalpel wound."

Jane felt sick. She backed up from the table into Frost's arms. "I gotcha, partner. C'mon, let's take a seat in the doc's office." He walked her into the office, letting her down easily into Maura's desk chair. He squatted next to her, peeling off the nitrile gloves and taking her hands. "Rizzoli? You still with me, Supafly?"

Jane nodded, eyes far away. "You did not just call me Supafly." Her voice sounded absent, hollow. She rubbed the scars on her palms, her hands aching. "It can't be, he's behind bars."

Maura entered the office quietly, laying a gentle hand on Jane's shoulder. "It could be a coincidence. I heard you mention at the scene that you thought the unsub was bringing the victims elsewhere to mutilate them before depositing them at the crime scene. Perhaps the amputation blade was not to their liking for the particular incision. I reiterate my words from dinner at your parent's house last week. The criminally insane mind is nearly impossible to truly understand."

Jane nodded, her complexion beginning to return from its recent sallow state. "You're right. I'm being paranoid." She shook her head to clear it, looking from Frost to Maura then back with a slightly horrified, embarrassed expression. "Uh, listen…"

Frost held up a hand. "If I'd been through what you'd been through, I'd have wigged too. Chillax, partner. We're cool." He grinned as Jane groaned at his language. "Seriously, there's nothing to worry about. Let me buy you both a drink tonight at the Robber. We could all use some downtime."

Jane smiled gratefully and nodded. "That sounds really great, actually. Maura? You in?" She turned, looking up at the doctor, eyes pleading for the company. Maura could do little but nod her head in agreement. "Yes, that sounds fine. Jane, if you're alright, I need to complete my autopsy."

Jane nodded, standing up quickly. "Yeah, sorry. I, uh… I'm gonna go get some coffee. I'll see you later." She lay a gentle hand on Maura's arm as she slid past her through the doorway, Frost following close behind her.

"Just like the other, with a larger scale of mutilation." Maura dropped a folder on Jane's desk, leaning against the corner, having changed out of her black scrubs into her street clothes, a designer dress and stiletto heels. "Nothing new, other than the scalpel fragment I retrieved, no signs of a struggle. Cause is asphyxiation."

Jane skimmed the report and nodded, closing the folder and holding it out over her computer monitor for Frost to take. "Something tells me that fragment wasn't an accident." She leaned back in her chair, eyes trailing over Maura's form. Somewhere inside her she felt a spark of longing and pushed it away, forcing her thoughts back to the case.

"The lacerations were made by the same weapon as before? What about the… removal of the organs?" Frost looked queasy just saying the words as he stood behind Jane's desk, flipping through the report.

Maura nodded. "All of it was done with the amputation knife, save the scalpel wounds on the throat. The near-decapitation was done with the amputation knife as well. The only deviation was that the inside of the vaginal canal was shredded by a…"

"That's okay. I don't need to know that right now." Jane interrupted her with a wince and crossed her legs.

"A little uncomfortable, Rizzoli?" Frost grinned, holding the folder closed in front of him.

Jane arched an eyebrow and smirked, looking up at Maura. "Maur, why don't you tell Frost about that one guy whose testicles exploded?" She grinned and laughed as Frost paled and ran for the men's room.

"Jane, there was no such case." Maura looked at her curiously, brow furrowed in confusion.

"There didn't have to be. His face was priceless." She sat up, reaching for her coffee, eyes twinkling with amusement.

Maura sighed and shook her head. "You know I don't lie, and I dislike being used for others' lies." Jane looked up at her, chocolate eyes wide with a pout. "I suppose since neither of us actually said anything past your initial invitation to a story it can be overlooked," she said with a sigh as Frost walked back in, glaring daggers at Jane.

"Y'know what gets me?" Korsak asked from his desk, donut poised halfway to his mouth. "Both vics look just like the doc, here." He bit into his pastry, a small moan of pleasure escaping.

Jane stared at him in horror then snuck a glance at Maura. "He's right…" She trailed off, swallowing hard. "Gimme that." She reached for the file Frost held in his hand and pulled out a post-mortem photo of the victim's head and shoulders, digging through her inbox for a photo of the first victim and holding them side-by-side. "He's right." The words were said with a finality this time.

Maura peered at the pictures. "They look nothing like me. Firstly, I have hazel eyes. The first victim has blue eyes, and the second has green." She waved a hand dismissively at the photos in Jane's hands.

Jane wouldn't be dissuaded. "No, Korsak's right. They both look a helluva lot like you. Maura, we've got a serial out there, and he's targeting women that look just like you. "

Maura paled a bit, chewing her lip uncharacteristically. "I refuse to be frightened. I have several seasoned detectives watching over me, as well as an entire force of uniformed officers. I'm sure I'll be fine, Jane." She said the words with far more conviction than she felt.

Jane sighed. "Regardless, I'm going to take Frost and go get some of your clothes from your house, and you're going to stay with me." Her eyes pleaded with the blonde.

Maura nearly drowned in pools of chocolate and simply nodded. "Alright. But in your zeal, you're forgetting that serial killers nearly always have a pattern… a cycle. There's been more than a week between your victims. I'm certain I'll be alright if Detective Frost takes me home to retrieve some clothing."

Jane looked at Frost who nodded. "I'll ride over with her, and we'll meet you and Korsak at the Robber later, alright?" He smiled a bit, trying to ease his partner's mind.

Jane sighed, a hand rising to her forehead. "Alright, fine. I need to go take care of something anyhow. Korsak, you wanna take a ride?"

Korsak nodded, lifting himself from his chair with a groan. "Let's go." He lumbered over to her desk, stretching his hands to the ceiling.

Maura lay a hand on Jane's shoulder. "I'll see you later. Thank you for your concern." She smiled, hoping it reached her eyes. It didn't, though she was truly touched. Well, I seem to have quite a crush on Detective Rizzoli. And such lovely timing.

Jane nodded. "Of course, Maur. I'll see you both later. Frost, take good care of the doctor, alright?" She smiled, patting her partner's arm as he passed, opening her drawer and removing her badge and gun. "C'mon, Korsak."

Jane knocked on the side door of the nondescript house and waited. One…two…three! The door opened, revealing a large man in his thirties, completely bald, and covered in tattoos. "Hey, I'm looking for Paddy Doyle."

"What's Paddy want with you? If I knew where he was. Which I don't." His brogue was light, the shove he was given a moment later was not. "Move outta the way, goon." Paddy looked around and stepped outside. "Make it good."

Jane's nod was almost imperceptible, before grabbing him and shoving him up against the wall, patting him down. "Meet me in twenty minutes. Name the place."

"This is police brutality! Abuse of power!" He shouted, then lower, "McDonnell's, Sixth and Franklin. Park around the corner, walk through the alley behind the pub. This better be good." He struggled a bit, elbowing her in the stomach none too lightly.

Jane grunted and grit her teeth, shoving him harder. "It's about Maura." She shoved him once more, stepping back. "I swear, I'm going to pin it on you one of these days," She said loudly, walking back toward the car.

"Get stuffed, copper!" Paddy flipped her the finger, heading back into his house. He turned to his latest bodyguard and sneered. "Find me a replacement."

The guard looked at him with confusion. "For what, boss?"

"For you."

Jane stepped into the alley, Korsak not far behind. Just behind the pub, she saw the brick wall jut out, affording the dark corner protection from the street. She smirked and stepped into the corner, disappearing. A moment later Korsak joined her and Paddy. "So what kind of trouble's my daughter in that you're comin' to me?"

"There's a serial killer on the loose. Targeting women who look just like Maura." Jane's tone was flat, eyes fixed on Paddy's, the truth of her words written everywhere on her worried features.

Paddy's eyes widened, and they flicked to Korsak, who nodded. "I brought the post-mortems. Wanna see?" He reached into his jacket, stopping when Paddy waved him off.

"So what's it you want from me?" He asked, the defiance gone. He leaned back against a stack of wooden pallets, crossing his arms, looking from one to the other.

"Two things." Jane took a breath and closed her eyes. "The first, is I want your… help. Protecting Maura. I'm worried I'm not enough. Your boys can go where I can't."

Paddy nodded. "Done. The second?" His gaze bore through Jane, unblinking.

"The second thing I'll tell you when the time comes. Suffice it to say I'm calling in a promise… you said you'd always protect Maura, at any cost. Does that still hold true?" Jane closed her eyes, inner voices warring.

"Till the end of my days." Paddy spoke simply, his fingertips drumming on the wooden planks.

Jane handed him a small cell phone and a plastic card. "It's disposable. Not even connected yet, so you know I'm not tracing it or whatever. Connect it tonight, I'll call you with details when I have them."

Paddy looked down at the objects in his hand and nodded, eyes like steel. "I'll wait for your call."