Jane walked into the bullpen, well-rested. "Frost, see if you can get me the records of all the recently released prisoners from where Hoyt's been stashed. Cross reference them with any sort of medical background. Doctors, EMTs, even medical school." She sat down at her desk, sipping her coffee with a smile.

"I'm on it." He began typing furiously, eyes flicking back and forth on his screen. "You look… well, you look good. You and the doc round up some hot young studs last night?" He chuckled, sending the documents to the printer.

"Nah, Doc and I had a good long chat, that's all." She crossed her legs loosely, continuing to sip her coffee. "Sometimes that's all you need."

Korsak nodded, sipping his own coffee. "A friend is the best thing in the world during a big case. You just need someone outside to tell you you're still human, am I right?"

Jane nodded, taking a deep breath. "Got it in one." She stood, moving to the printer and scanned the list of names. "Any of these cellmates with Hoyt recently?" Sitting back at her desk, she lay the sheets down and studied it a bit closer.

Frost clacked at his keys, then shook his head. "Not one. Hoyt's current cellmate is the same as since we put him away." He shrugged. "Dead end."

Jane nodded. "Alright, well, come on." She stood, picking up her blazer and sliding it on, clipping her gun and badge to her belt. "Let's go see if we can make the cuckoo sing." She picked up her cup with an eye in Korsak's direction. He simply nodded imperceptibly. "Have fun," he said absently, chuckling at a video of a puppy rolling around on a floor.

Jane pulled up in front of the prison, shutting the engine. She lay a hand on Frost's arm as he moved to get out of the car. "Wait. Listen, I need to fill you in on something. There's no way Hoyt's going to give it up without getting what he wants."

Frost nodded, turning back to her. "We know what he wants, Jane. He wants you." He looked at her, his gaze intense.

Jane nodded back, swallowing. "I'm going to give him what he wants, Frost." She licked her lips.

"What? You can't be serious!" Frost's hazel eyes shined gold with fury. "I'm not letting you give up your career, your family, hell, your life to him!"

Jane smiled at Frost, deeply touched. "Frost, I'm not an idiot. Here's the plan…" She trailed off as the radio crackled, then her phone rang, Frost's own sounding. "Rizzoli."

Jane and Frost walked into the alley, brow furrowed in confusion as she stepped toward Maura, crouching next to a remarkably whole body. "This doesn't look like our Ripper… why'd we get called in?"

Maura nodded, pointing to the throat. "Scalpel incision, same length and depth. Same scarf, multiple contusions surrounding it on the neck, cause of death, asphyxia." She looked up. "And it's a break in the cycle."

Jane nodded, staring at the body. "I don't get it." She pulled out her phone, typing furiously, the sighed. "Oh, now I do."

Maura stood, peering over Jane's shoulder, Frost on her other side. "There'll be another. The Ripper's first of two vics, on the same day, was only a throat incision. They called it the double event." She sighed again, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Those murders broke the cycle, too. I should have seen it."

Maura rubbed Jane's shoulder gently as Frankie came running into the alley. "Janie, there's something you gotta see, a couple streets over."

Jane nodded, looking at Maura. "You done with her?" She crooked a thumb toward the body on the floor. "Cos here's two of two."

Maura nodded. "My preliminaries are finished, yes." She picked up her bags and moved to Jane's side. "Let's go see."

Walking into the alley with Frankie, Frost immediately recoiled, retching in a corner. "What the…?" Maura moved to the corpse's side, crouching down and inserting a thermometer. "Jane, these mutilations were performed here."

Jane's eyes widened. "Frankie, get the crime unit in here. Radio for backup. He can't be far." She moved to Maura's side, a hand clamped over her mouth and nose. "Jesus Christ."

The woman lay in a large pool of blood, her throat cut. Her face was shredded, a torn scarf wrapped tightly around her neck. Her abdomen was open, intestines drawn out and draped across her right shoulder, blood and feces smeared along their length. Maura removed the thermometer and began poking around inside the gaping wound. "Her kidney's missing as well as part of her uterus, and there's this piece of her intestines here, next to her body. Both eyelids have been cut through, the tip of her nose has been removed and her earlobes have been sliced." She blinked and gazed up at Jane. "He's enjoying this."

Jane nodded, relieved when Frankie returned with the crime scene unit. "Nothing?" She crossed her arms, turning away from the body.

Frankie shook his head sadly. "This is on my beat. I came through here about an hour ago, then again ten minutes ago. That's when I found her. I'd heard your call on the radio, so I came running over." He swallowed hard, looking over his shoulder at the body. "She looks just like…"

"I know, Frankie. I know." Jane rubbed the scar on her right palm, her foot tapping. "Listen, can I talk to you about something?" She pulled at his arm, leading him to the other end of the alley.

"Course, anything. What's up?" He looked at her curiously, thumbs hooked into his belt. "Are you okay?"

Jane nodded, watching the other side of the alley, thumb still working over her scar. "I'm fine… Frankie, would it freak you out if I… batted for the other team?" She watched Maura working, unable to look Frankie in the eyes.

"If you… Janie, do I look like an asshole? You're my sister, what do I care who you're into? We live in Massachusetts for chrissakes. Who…" He twisted, looking over his shoulder at what Jane was staring at. "Is… it's Maura, isn't it?"

Jane met his gaze and nodded silently. Her face betrayed nothing, her eyes told him everything. "It's been a long time coming, I think."

Frankie shrugged and smiled. "You two'd look cute together. You act like it already anyhow." He lay a gentle hand on his sister's shoulder. "Does she know?"

"Yeah, she knows. We've been talking about it since this case… all the vics looked like her, and I realized I couldn't let anything happen to her without… trying." She smiled a bit and shrugged, looking away. "I'm pretty sure she's game."

"Well, alright then." He grinned, shifting on his feet a little, gravel crunching under his boots. "You gonna tell Ma and Pop?"

"Not yet. Not until this is over, at least. Shit, Frankie, I'm not even sure what I'm doing." She stared at her feet, realizing the truth of her words.

"Neither did I, the first time," he admitted softly. "I don't mean sex, perv," he added, seeing Jane's face, features twisted in disgust. "I mean dating. Susie Mclanahan, remember?" He grinned again, remembering.

Jane nodded, smiling. "Yeah, I remember. You tried to give her a frog." She laughed, shaking her head. "Well, Maura would probably find that endearing, but I get your point."

"Good. I gotta write up my statement, you guys good here?" He looked over at Frost, his natural complexion three shades paler.

"Yeah, we're good. I love you, Frankie."

Frankie leaned up, kissing his sister's cheek and hugging her quickly. "I love you too, sis."

Jane watched him walk away, then stepped over to Frost. "You okay, man?" She lay a hand on his shoulder, rubbing gently for a moment.

Frost nodded, breathing deeply through his mouth. "Yeah, I'll be okay. I didn't eat lunch, lucky for me… and our crime scene." He took another deep breath, then looked over at her. "So what do we have?"

Jane's brow furrowed in frustration. "The rest of the day to go talk to Hoyt."

Jane turned to Frost as they locked up their guns inside the prison. "So remember, follow my lead. You want to get angry at me for offering it, go ahead. Yell at me. It'll be more convincing." She accepted the ID card from the guard and the two of them began walking through the security doors.

"Oh, I will. I'm still not happy that I've been left out of the loop." He walked into the interview room, leaning against the wall. "Or with your offer."

Nodding, she glanced at the door. "Save it." She moved back as Hoyt was brought in, four guards holding him. Once he was seated and shackled, he looked up at Jane and smirked.

"Hoyt." Jane crossed her arms, looking down at him.

"Jane," he said, delight on his face. "I've missed you so." He leaned his head back, looking at her through lowered lashes.

"I know the Ripper's yours." She stood her ground, a foot from the table, voice dry. "Call him off, you've had your fun."

"Now why would I do that? He's doing such a lovely job of re-creation." He grinned, shifting as much as the tight chains would let him.

"You and I both know Dr. Isles is his intended target. Stop him." She allowed a tiny bit of plea creep into her voice, the ease with which she did so startled her. Filing it away in the back of her mind, she narrowed her gaze on the monster across from her. "I'll do whatever you want."

Hoyt narrowed his own eyes, staring at her coldly, face devoid of emotion save wariness. "Whatever. I. Want." He punctuated his words pointedly, reaching up with his right hand, craning his neck to scratch his cheek. "Now Jane, what is it I want?"

Jane grit her teeth. "You know what you want. So do I. Let's cut the crap. Call him off. I'll arrange it."

"Ah, the gallant detective gives herself to the monster in order to save the fair damsel." He grinned once more, enjoying the interaction. "How do I know you won't lie to me?"

Frost's eyes widened as he realized the depth of Jane's words. "You're fucking serious! You're gonna give yourself in her place? What are you, crazy?" He pushed himself off the wall, his hazel eyes golden with fury.

Hoyt's lips twitched with a smile. "Your partner didn't know? How naughty of you, Jane." He leaned back in his seat again and smiled smarmily. "Give me a phone."

Jane nodded to a guard, who left the room, coming back with a telephone. He plugged it into the wall and turned on the speakerphone. "Go ahead. Do it."

"A show of faith, Jane. Show me." He lurched forward, causing the guards and Frost to reach for their respective weapons, Frost fumbling at the empty holster, the guards gripping their nightsticks tightly. Holt laughed as he made contact with the buttons.

Jane sighed and nodded, calling out the door for the head guard. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she rubbed the scar on her palm with her left hand. "Unlock the conjugal trailer. Leave me the key, and make sure no one goes near it for the next two days." The guard looked dubious but nodded. "It'll be done in ten minutes."

As soon as he left, Jane turned to Hoyt, nodding. "You heard the man. You call off the Ripper, and I'll be waiting for you in that trailer. Unarmed." She swallowed, eyes closing again.

Hoyt smirked, letting it stretch into a grin. "I knew you couldn't escape me for long, Jane. Checkmate." He dialed the numbers, a gravelly voice on the other end. "Hello?"

Hoyt leaned down, speaking low, but loud enough to be heard by everyone in the room. "Enough, Jacky boy. You're finished. The job's done."

"I'm done? No more?"

"No more, Jacky boy. You've done everything I could have wanted." He grinned as the call disconnected from the other end. "I'm sorry, was that too short for you to trace, Detective Frost?" He turned his head slowly, locking his gaze with hazel eyes. Turning back, he focused on Jane. "Shall we?" He raised an eyebrow and she nodded. "I'll be there waiting." She walked out the door without another word, Frost running after her. "Jane, no!"