AN: So, hope the story is going good so far. I know, the first few chapters may seem quite dreary, but I need to get the foundation for this mystery down! Enjoy. :)

"Is this the address where Marianne's parents stay?" Jane asked as she stepped out of the car.

"Yup. Sure does look posh." Korsak replied.

Jane had to agree. The lawn was nicely mowed into a checkered design. The house was comfortably big, with a two car garage. The design had a slight hint of a Victorian era. The two of them walked up the pathway and Korsak pressed the doorbell.

Of all the job requirements, Jane hated this part the most. Having to tell the parents, spouses, or relatives of the victim's demise always called for a certain amount of control over the tear ducts.

A few moments before they heard the shuffling of feet heading towards the door. It opened to reveal an early fifty-ish looking man. He may have looked old, but he had a buff upper body which looked pretty well kept, especially his arms.

Must be whey powder Jane thought.

Jane introduced them. "Mr. Johnson, I'm detective Jane Rizzoli and this is detective Vince Korsak. We are from the Boston police department. May we come in?"

"Okay, come in. What is this about?" Mr. Johnson gestured them in.

"Ummm...is your wife here? I would like the both of you to be present." Jane said.

"Honey! Could you come here for a while?" Presently, a short and slightly plump lady entered the living room and sat next to her husband.

"Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, I am saddened to inform you that your daughter, Marianne Johnson was found dead at a popular hiking and camping trail."

"What? No, no, that can't be true!" Mrs. Johnson gasped in shock.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Mr. Johnson asked somewhat loudly.

"I'm sorry. Truly, I am." Jane replied, already having a hard time restraining the tears that were threatening to spill over. She looked to Korsak to continue the conversation.

Korsak nodded knowingly and took over. "I know this may seem rude, but, we have reasons to suspect foul play and would like to ask a few quick questions."

Mrs. Johnson suddenly burst out into wracking sobs. "No! No! Not my poor baby!" Her husband, wrapping his arms around his wife, tried his best to comfort her, but he too was deeply grieved.

They sat that way for a few moments before Mr. Johnson replied. "I'm sorry detectives. This truly is a shock. Marianne was well loved by everybody. Her colleagues at work all got along with her. She was the baby of the family and her older two siblings all loved her to death."

"I see. Where did she work?" Korsak asked.

"She worked at this florist place. It's called 'The Perfect Rose'. She's been there for two years already."

"Did she have any boyfriend? Was she dating anyone?"

At this question, Jane noticed that Mr. Johnson's face suddenly went rigid with anger before going back to his sad face. It happened so fast, Jane almost didn't catch it. This time, it was Mrs. Johnson that responded. "She didn't have a boyfriend, she had a girlfriend, Claire."

"Did you notice that Mr. Johnson didn't look too happy at the mention of Marianne's girlfriend?" Jane asked as they drove back to the precinct.

"Ha, yeah. Then again, I know of some friends that didn't take it quite will when they found out their kid was gay."

"Man, I hate this kind of cases. Where the victims are so well loved and nobody seems to have no motive." Jane moaned.

Just then, Jane's phone buzzed. "Maura's going to start the autopsy. Can you and Frost go over Marianne's network and everything?"

"Sure, sure, we got this." Korsak assured.

"So, Maur, you got anything yet?" Jane asked as she burst through the doors.

"Well, not much. However, time of death was approximately seven this morning, and I did find out that not only did Marianne suffer from a broken neck, she was also strangled." Maura replied as she examined the cadaver's lungs. "Her trachea was slightly crushed and the lungs showed signs of pulmonary edema. Based on the autopsy I did, I was able to find out that her neck was broken before she landed at the bottom of the cliff."

"This sounds like a brutal killer. Strangling then snapping the neck, like a chicken."

"Yes. I would agree with you. Jane, this killer must have been pretty strong and cold-hearted to do that."

"Hey, Frost, you found out anything about Marianne on the cyber world?" Korsak asked as he walked into the bull pen.

"The common term kids are using this days is 'cyber space' and I didn't really find anything, this girl didn't even have a parking ticket or a fine. However, I found this." Frost replied as he slightly turned the computer screen to face Korsak who was standing behind him. "Apparently, Marianne was assaulted but this fanatic hockey mom."

The monitor showed a YouTube video, titled "Hockey Spat," that was recorded at an ice hockey match. There were two ladies. One was a portly, grouchy, and short lady. The other was an athletic, tanned, but somewhat plain looking Marianne.

"Ya stupid freak, you just blocked my view when you jumped up to cheer for ya stupid team!" The plump lady spoke angrily as she poked Marianne in the shoulder.

"I'm sorry ma'am. But, please, don't touch me." Marianne retorted and brushed the woman's hand away.

"I'll touch who I want and when I want." This time, the lady gave Marianne a slight shove, nearly causing Marianne to slip over the first row of seats and onto the floor.

"I said. Don't. Touch. Me." Marianne gritted her teeth. And this time, she slapped the woman's hard away.

The woman's face slowly turned a bright shade of red before she launched a punch aimed directly at Marianne's noise, causing her to fall over onto the floor.

"Let me warn you, you dare come close to me, and a bloody nose will be the least of your concerns." the woman warned.
"Ooo...ouch. That sure doesn't look good. Have you ran that lady?" Korsak winced when he saw that punch.

"Yup. She has quite a file. Her name's Mary Bigsby. Charged with assault, causing bodily harm, being a nuisance, and that sorts."

"Well, she did say that a bloody nose would be the least of Marianne's concerns. Let's bring her in for questioning then."

PS: Thank you to CalzonaRizzlesLove! You know what you helped me with! :)