"What the hell Gi-" Jane started to get up, but was pulled back down by the hand that was connected to Maura via the handcuffs., "Maura, in my right front pocket is a handcuff key, could you get it?"

Maura didn't pause as she reached into the pocket and pulled out the key. She handed it to Jane, who tried unsuccessfully to use it once, then again, "Damnit Giovanni. What are you playing at?"

Giovanni shrugged, "The key'll come out, Greg-o said so. Don't worry."

Jane stood again and Maura stood with her. "No… we're going to get these cut off right now."

Giovanni shook his head, "Ah, no, it's somethin' or othah special metal, gotta burn it off, but they'ah also closah than your average cuffs, so, you'd get all burned and shi… stuff. Hey, I left your left hand free."

Both Jane and Maura's phones went off. Maura handed Jane her and they both answered. "Rizzoli."

"Isles."

Jane sighed and nodded, "Yeah. Dead body. We're…" She looked down at their handcuffed wrists. "..on our way."

Jane hung up, followed closely by Maura. "We have a body." Jane looked over at Giovanni. "Gi-"

Maura put a hand on Jane's, "If all he says about the construction of the handcuffs is true and we can't cut or otherwise get them off then, as long as the key makes it into the stomach and through his pylorus and ileocecal successfully it could be anywhere from six hours to three days before he passes it."

Jane took a step towards Giovanni and grabbed him by the neck of his shirt, "If you so much as make an absent minded move towards the toilet handle I will hunt you down and make sure you don't crap into anything but a bag for at least a decade."

Giovanni nodded quickly.

Jane waited perfectly still as Maura gathered her things and they left the bar. "Guess I'm driving, huh?"

"Yes, and while you're doing that I'll call my locksmith and see what he can do about our-"

"-situation. Thank you. Sorry about this-" Jane shook her head as she started her car, "I think there's something profoundly wrong with Gi."

oOOOOo

Angela glanced out of the window of the guest house with a frown. She'd thought Jane was staying at her own apartment. So that she could have her private chats with Casey while he was still in Afghanistan. She had nothing against the man, he was serious enough and a good man, but her mother's intuition told her that he was totally and utterly wrong for her daughter.

She entered Maura's house proper slightly after the two women. "Jane, Maura. Is everything alright?"

Jane mumbled something and Angela looked towards Maura, who translated. "I believe she indicated that she's planning on killing Giovanni Gilberti."

Angela sighed, "What did he do now?"

Jane held up held up their joined wrists as she took off her holster with her left hand. "This-" Angela was silent for a moment before she burst out laughing. "Yeah, thanks Ma."

Angela finally got ahold of herself, "I'm sorry Jane, but… Will you two be alright?"

Maura nodded, "Yes Angela. We'll adapt. Thank you."

"I'm just…" She pointed to the guest house, "Right there. Goodnight."

"Night Ma."

"Goodnight Angela."

And she was gone, leaving Maura and Jane alone. "I don't think that I'll ever live this down."

Maura put her hand over their conjoined wrists. "Are you hungry?"

"No, just… tired. Oh, are you hungry? I'll be okay, I'll…"

Maura cut her off, "No, no, I was just…"

Jane smirked just a bit, "The Constance programmed part of you bubbling to the surface in your uncomfortableness. But, hey, we've passed out in the same bed before right?"

"That's not really my…"

Jane gave Maura a gentle jerk towards the bedroom, bathroom area of her house. "C'mon, I'm betting you have your routine right and boy do I have to pe… oh… that's what… oh, no."

Maura winced and nodded, "As I told your mother. We'll figure it out."

oOOOOo

Giovanni lay in his own bed and stared up at the ceiling. All he wanted was for someone to appreciate him, maybe even love him. He knew he wasn't the smartest or the best looking, or even the most charming, though he was at least top five in the world at the charming part.

So, his thought process was that if maybe Janie could finally get with her true love, and Giovanni was totally sure that it was Maura, maybe that meant that he had a chance at the crazy true love thing too.

He winced. It felt like someone had just kicked him in the guts, or like they were squeezing him and wouldn't let go.

oOOOOo

Maura didn't know what to do. Jane was having a nightmare. She was pretty sure that it was about Hoyt. Maura had heard Jane having them before of course, but Jane hadn't been so close by, they'd been in different rooms. But with them cuffed together Maura didn't know what to do, or if she should do anything. Jane was asleep on her left side, she'd thrashed herself into that position at some point.

Maura hated hunches, they usually made her break out, but, she was tired and she needed sleep so she wouldn't make mistakes, and quite honestly she couldn't bear to see Jane in so much psychological pain. She draped her arm, the one that was still attached to Jane's wrist over Jane's side and became, according to the colloquial saying, the big spoon.

Maura was more than a bit surprised when almost immediately Jane's breathing evened out and her nightmare seemed to stop, or at least change to a less aggressive one.

She sighed and closed her eyes, her mind was still whirring, something that often kept her up at night. So, she put her brain to good use and wondered why Giovanni had handcuffed them together. He hadn't done anything special after everything in the diner. He'd just gone home, the guy Jane had called had double checked that.

Why had he done it. She'd seen the look in his eyes when he'd snapped on the cuffs. His eyes had said that it hadn't been a joke. But, had he done it with malicious intent? Was it about he and Maura? Probably not because then he would have cuffed himself to her instead of to Jane.

Her eyes popped open. She had just realized a reason why Giovanni may have cuffed them together. The next question that she had to ask herself though was, why did that reason fill her with both hope and dread.

oOOOOo

Giovanni was pretty sure that the pain he was in wasn't good. Not good at all. At first he'd thought it was something he'd eaten. But not now. He collapsed to his knees as another wave of pain hit him. "Gonna smothah Greg-o."

He slowly made his way over to the phone's handset and punched in three numbers.