Jane is sitting on her couch and runs an hand up and down Maura's bare thigh. She looks down at the ME, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "My Red Sox jersey has never looked so sexy like right now."

Maura is smiling mischievously and arches an eyebrow as her eyes are roaming over the Italian's almost naked torso. "And I have never thought that I could wangle it off you so easily."

The only things the detective is wearing right now is only her black sports bra and gray sweats. She rolls her eyes and sips her beer.

Maura decides to take the chance and straddles Jane's hips, smirking.

Jane doesn't move an inch and takes a swig of her drink again. "I don't know what you intend to do, doctor."

The blonde starts to kiss Jane's neck and smirks to herself as the Italian tries to swallow her moan. "Oh, yes, you do." She breathes against skin.

Jane grits her teeth and shakes her head slightly, closing her eyes.

Maura's lips are brushing Jane's lightly and she smirks as the other woman whimpers in protest. "You sure, detective?"

Jane growls dangerously low and captures Maura's lips with her own, almost roughly.

She pulls the Me up and let her hands wander to Maura's butt, squeezing it lightly.

Maura moans and is almost consuming the detective, rolling her hips again.

"Maura," Jane chuckles before she pulls away. "I still don't have a cock."

"Then, stop behaving like a caveman." The blonde whispers out of breath.

The Italian's brows are shooting up high and she lays Maura with her back on the couch. "A caveman, huh?" She replies and let her hand wander over the doctor's left leg as Maura is bending it. "Would a caveman would do that?"

Maura is biting her bottom lip and she her lids are fluttering as fingertips are caressing the outside of her thigh.

She let her hands roam over Jane's back and frowns as she feels Jane shuddering under her touch. "Why are shaking, Jane?"

Jane is looking seriously into hazel eyes and frowns a little. "Are you serious, Maura? Have you ever seen or touched yourself?" She rolls her eyes as she notices her own mistake and sees the amused smile of the woman underneath her. "Okay, scratch that. What I meant is … You are more than beautiful, Maura. Even must in my jersey, panties and without any make-up, and you are on my couch in that state."

Maura smiles softly and runs a thumb along the brunette's bottom lip, holding Jane's gaze. "You are beautiful too, Jane. Inside and out."

Jane is leaning her head down and kisses the ME gently, running her hands under the hem of her jersey that Maura is wearing.

Maura is holding her breath as the tips of Jane's fingers are brushing over her ribs, moaning lightly. And her eyes roll in the back of her head as Jane is kissing her neck now.

She has no idea why she and her entire body is reacting like that when the Italian is kissing of touching her, but it feels like a very first time all over again.

Like no one else had touched or kissed her ever before.

She whimpers as Jane is scratching with her thumbnail along the underside of her breast and arches her back a little off the couch.

Jane is looking amused at the smaller woman and frowns when she sees the need in the doctor's eyes, and she pulls the jersey over Maura's head.

She holds her breath as she's staring at perky breasts and runs a thumb over one nipple, seeing it hardening instantly. Jane frowns before she takes the rosy bud into her mouth and sucks on it gently.

Maura doesn't make a sound or move an inch. She's biting her bottom lips again and has to fight the urge to press her lips together as her arousal gets the best of her. She digs her nails into Jane's shoulders as the Italian is paying the same attention to her other nipple and a deep moan escapes from her throat.

Jane looks up and releases the ME's nipple again, and hooks her fingers with the hem of the blonde's panties, pulling it slowly down.

She hums approvingly and kisses her way up on Maura's thighs and has to struggle with herself before hovers over the smaller woman again.

Maura starts to move her hips in Jane's rhythm as soon as she feels a much needed pressure on her clit and gasps every now and then and is still holding the Italian's gaze.

She whimpers and arches her back again as an unmerciful wave of pleasure is coursing through her whole body. She groans and presses her lips to Jane's as the detective slips two fingers inside her.

Jane sets a fast pace first and freezes when she realize that Maura's hand had sneaked into her shorts and her fingers circles slowly her own clit.

Maura is panicking in the moment and frowns deeply. "I can -"

Jane closes her eyes and her address head drops to the blonde's collarbone, groaning loudly. "Don't stop, Maura."

Maura moans again and a smile plays around her lips as she starts to rub the brunette's clit again in the pace that she prefers right now.

The Italian adjusts her thrust to the ME's pace and stifles her moans that she had swallowed for years. And she buries her head in the blonde's crook.

Maura's whole body starts to spasm as an orgasm forces its way through it like she never had experienced and she digs her nails into the brunette's back without realizing that she's breaking the skin. "Jane," she moans loudly as she falls over the edge.

That's all Jane needs to follow the blonde and she moans, too, deeply. "Jesus." She whispers and collapses on her lover.

"People call me Maura," the blonde chuckles.

"Sssh," Jane replies with a broad smile and sighs relieved.

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Jane lays fast asleep in her bed and groans as soon as her phone starts to ring and the sound reach her brain.

She wants to turn on her back and another groan is filling the room.

"You're squishing me, Jane," Maura whines and gives her lover a push.

Jane sighs heavily and skids forward and turns on her lamp. "Sorry," she mumbles and stretches her arms over her head. "I am not used that the same woman is laying in my bed one night after the other."

Maura is rolling her eyes and stifles a yawn.

The Italian takes her phone from her nightstand and furrows her eyebrows as she looks at the display. "What the hell?"

Maura hears that and leans up on her elbow. "What is it?"

The detective places her index finger on her lips and takes the call. "Hey, Korsak," she says, switches the bedside lamp on and sits up. "You have to be kidding me! I thought that we would've two days left."

The ME is sitting up, too, and can see that Jane's whole body language is changing in the time she's listening to the other detective, and she knows that it is time to get out f bed.

Jane is sitting on the edge of the bed and runs an hand through her hair, sighing heavily. "Yeah, she's with me. We'll be there soon."

She ends the call and sighs heavily again. She really had the hope that they would have a little more time to spare the city from another victim of that psycho. Obviously, she was wrong and that is frustrating her more and more. She gets up from the bed and follows the blonde into the bathroom.

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Jane is staring at the young woman on the autopsy table and is absentmindedly chewing on the nail lf her thumb. "This isn't the same MO, Maura. It looks more like an overkill. Perhaps an kneejerk reaction?"

Maura takes a deep breath and raises briefly her eyebrows. "Yes, it looks pretty much like a kneejerk reaction. I can tell that she was beaten after she was strangled to death."

Jane is nodding slowly and swallows hard. "But this time he didn't use a wire or a cord. He strangled her with his bare hands. Could you get fingerprints somehow, Maura?"

Maura glances at the brunette and put off her gloves. "I can try the super glue fuming method, but I won't promise any, Jane."

"Just try it, all right? I need something, anything. Something that can tell us who this … man is who is killing these women. The media are going to tear us to pieces if we can't give them answers. At least, can you tell me if she was killed by the same guy, or if we also have to deal with an copycat?"

Maura sighs heavily and is scowling at Jane. She licks her lips and presses them to a thin line together, pointing at the new female victim. "As you already noticed, this is a random murder. I can tell you that she had a very dent formula, and according to that and the signs of a very vivified sexual activities, I can say that she belonged to a at-risk group."

"At-risk group." Jane repeats and looks long at the ME. "Like being a hooker?"

Maura nods approvingly. "Yes, for example."

Jane starts to smile a little. "See, that's something, Maura. So, the higher police presence passed the murderer off and he needed to blow off steam. Well, he can't go and grab his next victim anymore because we're alarmed. We peed on his parade, that would piss me off as well. So, killing a hooker is a lot more easier. They ask no questions as long as they get paid. It will take a while until someone is reporting them missing, if ever someone is gonna report them so."

Maura is nodding again and licks her lips once more. "Yes."

Jane frowns and rubs the back of her neck. "So we have to expand our grid. God, this case gives me really bad headaches. If she is a hooker, maybe she's already in our database. Please tell me that you have a match for her fingerprints."

Maura is passing the Italian a card and raises briefly her brows. "She is registered. The murderer might think that he is smart, but I am smart too."

Jane starts to grin mischievously as the blonde smirks. "I wanna kiss you right now."

The doctor arches an eyebrow. "Tempting."

"We're at work," the Italian replies and steps closer.

Maura is shrugging with a smile. "It's still tempting."

Jane growls low and steps into the smaller woman's personal space, taking the bait.

All of a sudden, the double door to the autopsy room opens. "Dr. Isles, there is a Detective Ky … le -" Susie says and stops abruptly as she noticed the situation.

Jane is stepping back and clears her throat with embarrassment.

Maura is looking at the younger woman and frowns slightly. "Detective Kyle from DCU? What does he want?"

Susie nods with a red face. "Yeah, he has questions about this new street drug. The composition and its effects."

Maura is frowning a little. "You can explain everything to him."

"I said so, too, but he only wanna talk to you about it."

The ME is looking straight at Jane and can see the displeasure in brown eyes. "I, uh, I'll be there in a minute, Susie."

Susie nods again and leaves the two women alone again. She pauses and furls her eyebrows in confusion. She isn't quite sure what she has seen in the autopsy room right now.

Everybody in the whole building knows that Jane has a big crush for her superior, but everyone thought that the blonde would be happily married to the DA.

Well, she never really liked this man at all. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, this isn't none of her business and she won't give too much thought about it now.

Maura takes a deep breath and takes the Italian's hand in her own, squeezing it lightly. "I have to go, Jane. I'll call you when I find anything else."

Jane nods slowly and sighs heavily as the blonde leaves the autopsy room as well. She is aware of the fact that Susie Chang has almost caught them kissing. And she also knows that Susie is anything but stupid. She knows that the younger woman can put two and two together.

She and Maura definitely have to talk about the entire thing that is going on between them.

She sighs once more and leaves the autopsy room, too.

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Jane enters the bullpen and a smile is spreading across her lips as soon as she spots the back of Frost's head.

Frankie is bumping her shoulder with his and smiles. "Hey, there."

Now, she is smiling like an idiot as she looks in her brother's face. She would never say it out loud, but she has missed this little dork even though he was gone for just two days. "Hey."

Frost is turning around and opens his arms. "Hey, Jane."

She walks to him and hugs him with a smile. "Hey, too."

Frankie frowns deeply but laughs. "I'm your brother and I don't get a hug?"

She punches his shoulder playfully and grins. "Welcome back, guys."

Both of the men are rolling their eyes with a smile.

"So, you brought Kessler and Hansen with you?" She asks and takes off her jacket.

Frost goes to the coffeemaker and nods approvingly. "Yes, Kessler is sitting with Korsak in Interview room one. Frankie told Hansen to come in in three hours."

Frankie nods at the glass board. "I can see that a new body turned up."

Jane walks to the coffeemaker and pours herself a cup of coffee. "Yeah, this morning. I let you in after I've talked to Kessler. I want to get this over."

Frost is looking long at the younger Rizzoli and smirks. "I don't wanna miss the show." He says and follows her hot on her heels.

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Korsak looks over his shoulder as the door to the interrogation room and has to fight his smile as Jane enters the room.

She looks at the strange man and put her cup and a couple of files on the metal table.

Kevin Kessler is in his mid-fifties. He has an pale complexion, curly graying hair cut short, and dark gray eyes. He is tall, somewhat thin, and is wearing jeans and a white dress shirt.

He smiles wryly at her.

Jane is ignoring his gaze and sits down next to Korsak. "Thank you for coming to Boston, Lieutenant Kessler. I am Detective Jane Rizzoli."

"Rizzoli," he says with a deep voice. "Is that fellow that came to my city your husband ?"

Jane opens an file and does not deign to look at him, sipping her first coffee of the day. "No, he's my younger brother."

"So, you're a cop family."

She shakes her head and still doesn't look at the older man. "No, only he and I are cops."

Kessler grits his teeth and looks at Korsak. "I thought we are waiting for the leading detective, Sergeant. Where the hell is he?"

That sentence makes the Italian looking up and she frowns a little. "Oh, didn't Detective Korsak didn't tell you that … that I am the leading detective in this case?" She glances at her colleague. "Detective Korsak, why haven't you informed him about that?"

Korsak shrugs and clears his throat. "I'm sure I did."

Kessler's whole demeanor is changing instantly and he straightens up on his chair. "You are the leading detective? Are you serious?"

She tilts her head to the side and smiles politely at him. "Why are you saying this?"

"I … You … Well, you are -" He pauses as she raises her eyebrows. "You are quite young for such a commission. I know how hard this can be, Detective Rizzoli."

"Some people are thinking that I am good in what I'm doing." She whispers and winks at the older man.

"She's the best." Korsak throws in.

Kessler is eyeing Jane for a moment and furls his eyebrows. "I bet she is."

Jane is smiling broadly because she can literally what he is thinking. I bet she is great in sleeping her way up the ladder.

She looks down on the file again and sighs loudly. "There is a reason why I asked Detective Frost and Detective Rizzoli to invite you to Boston, Sir."

"And what reason would that be," Kessler asks and his voice is cold.

She doesn't hesitate and put an photo of Ben on the table, tipping on it. "Benjamin Payton, your former prime suspect."

He huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. "Why? Is he your suspect, too? I knew that he would do it all over again, but no one believed me. You guys should present me with a medal."

Korsak scoffs amused and holds the other man's piercing gaze.

Jane is pursing her lips and place another picture on the table. It shows a happy Ben and Maura, and every time she sees it makes her want to throw up. "No. No, I have to disappoint you, Lieutenant. Ben Payton is our best attorney that we have since a while, and he is happily married to the Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, Dr. Maura Isles. You might have heard about her. We are working hand in hand with him in this case."

"You have to be kidding me," he nearly growls and leans forward. "You are telling me that you are cooperating with a serial killer just because he got married to a mob boss' daughter. Both of them are criminals."

"You are pretty judging, Sir." Korsak says and furls his eyebrows. "And because of you and your information we screened Ben Payton's life, turned his life upside down and almost ruined his marriage with the most reliable person we have in our department. That's where we come to my question. Why haven't you been looking out for another suspect?"

Kessler is looking back and forth between Jane and Korsak, furling his eyebrows. "Is this a interrogation? Because if it is, I wanna call my union representative."

Jane is holding her hands up and turns the corners of her mouth downward. "No, it's just a chat between colleagues, Lieutenant. We just want to … get an idea why you thought that Mr. Payton would be the killer, that's all."

Korsak is nodding approvingly and frowns.

Kessler takes a deep breath and shrugs. "Benjamin Payton knew each of the women who turned up death after they disappeared for a while. They always were abducted after the women ended the liaison with a fight and we had witnesses who said that he threatened that they'll gonna regret that. And during our interrogation, he showed a passive-aggressive behavior."

She nods slowly and opens a file in her tablet, turning it to the Lieutenant. "You mean during your endless interrogation when he permanently told you that he told you that he needs to go to the bathroom after you filled him up with soda and coffee and when he peed in his pants?"

He stares at the display and swallows hard. "He wasn't the first who peed in his pants during a interrogation, and we didn't keep him away from the restroom, Rizzoli."

"It's Detective Rizzoli," she says in a sharp tone and furls her brows. "And we watched the whole video material. You never offered a little break, Sir. You and your friend Hansen even laughed about his accident. You know, I have one bad habit, I like to know with whom my team is working and that's why we were checking your background. I have to say, there are a lot complains about you and police brutality. Those two things go hand in hand with each other, don't you?"

"And Mr. Payton was very cooperative in the first interview even you treated him like a piece of shit," Korsak adds and his friendly attitude vanishes. "You tried to hammer the murders in Baltimore home to him and you almost got him to confess. That takes a lot, because he is really strong-minded, always was."

"Did you really check his alibis?" Jane asks and now she is piercing Kessler with her gaze. "Or was he just your scapegoat?"

Kessler is holding her gaze. "What are you trying to say, Detective?"

She shrugs and furrows her eyebrows. "Maybe we are looking for a team. You and your friend Hansen have the same dispositions when it comes to people with a different ethnic background. The two of you are a little radical right-wing views. And the women Ben dated were beautiful women."

"And how the hell should we have met them," he asks back and his eyes are as hard as stone.

Korsak is laughing briefly. "That's not to hard to answer. You might met Marta Rodríguez in a bar but she rejected you, you followed and drugged her before you kidnapped and raped her. And like a wonder, her family and friends reported Marta as missing and they told you that she had an relationship with Mr. Benjamin Payton. And happily he turned out to me a man who isn't a white guy, he has Hispanic roots. The perfect scapegoat for Hansen and you."

"Ben also told us that you stared to stalk him, more or less." Jane says and frowns. "Because you think that people who aren't white have more tendency to become criminals than whites." She scrunches her nose. "I can tell you, that's a very popular misconception, Lieutenant. But now I have an pretty good question for you. Where have you and Hansen been one week ago?"

"It's none of your fucking business," the older man growls.

"Answer the question." Korsak demands and all of his politeness is gone.

"You really should think about it," Jane says and nods encouragingly. "Don't forget, this is our jurisdiction, not yours. And I am a good friend of a attorney who would be more than happy to charge you for obstruction of justice."

"You lured me here to piss me off," Kessler asks annoyed.

Jane smiles and gets her phone from its holder. "It's Frankie, we gotta go, Korsak."

Korsak nods and gets up from his chair.

"What?" Kessler barks. "Wait, you can't just go. What about me?"

Jane gets up from her chair and arches an eyebrow. "Well, you sit tight and think about your answer." She says and opens the door of the interrogation room. "Or not. It's up to you. Make yourself at home."

"You can't do that," he barks as the two detectives leaves the room.

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Jane, Korsak and Frankie are arriving at a no-tell motel and she is frowning deeply. "This is none of our killer's usual places. He normally just dumps his victims bodies."

"Maybe he just got tired of hide-and-seek," Korsak states.

She furl her eyebrows and shakes her head. "No, this one feels more like an red herring ."

"You think so," he asks.

Jane huffs and shrugs. "I don't know what to think, Vince. We have three pretty good suspects. And I can tell none of them have an solid alibi. And one of them rather gets killed by police, jump down a elevator shaft or run away again just to show us that he is smarter than any of us. But this feels like scorn."

He exhales slowly through his nose. "Sometimes I hate the way you're thinking."

"Thanks," she chuckled and climbs up the stairs. "You taught me that."

"Then, I damn myself." He says and rolls his eyes.

"I go and talk to the hotel management," Frankie announces on top of the stairs.

Jane nods agreeing and her face becomes unreadable as soon as she enters the motel room.

They got called to the next crime scene and Frost offered that he would take care of Hansen when the officer arrived at the precinct.

She looks around and spots the cuffed man sitting on the edge of the bed and a scared woman who is sitting on worn armchair.

She also can see the ligature marks on the woman's neck and looks over the shoulder as she hears a radio cracking.

"We found that wire on him," a female officer says and hands the Italian a plastic bag.

Jane stares at the new evidence and then she is piercing the blimpy man who is wearing a greasy white undershirt with her gaze. "You are not the one we are looking for," she growls low.

He starts to smile and bares his yellow teeth, laughing throaty.

Her face is darkening and she grits her teeth. "Get this piece of shit outta here before I lose it."

Two officers get him up to the feet and shove him out of the room.

Jane is crouching down in front of the woman and frowns deeply.

According to her clothes she also is an prostitute and Jane knows that it won't be easy to vet through to the woman. "Honey, can you tell me your name?" She asks softly.

Scared brown eyes are finding confident, soft ones. "Leila."

Jane is furrowing her brows and she swallows back a growl. Leila, she thinks. Yeah, sure, my ass. Why doesn't have any case of us be easy?

She takes a deep breath and smiles reassuringly. "All right, Leila, you're safe now."

For now, she adds in her head.

"Can you tell me what happened here, sweetheart?"

Leila looks long at her and shakes her head like she still can't believe it either. "I was standing at my spot like always and was doing … my job. And then a man came to me and asked for my services."

"The man we took away," Jane asks with a frown.

The other woman is shaking her head. "No. No, this bastard was already in this room when I came in here. The guy who hired me was well-dressed and educated. Guys like him always are coming to me when they wanna have a … Normally they are hiring some high-class hookers who call themselves escorts."

Jane nods slowly and smiles sympathetically. "All right, what happened after you came in here?"

Leila takes a deep breath and shrugs. "He offered me a lot of money, that's why I've accepted the damn job and went with him. But he didn't say that it would've be an threesome, and when I saw this … disgusting guy in the room, I had an really odd feeling. That's why I told them that a threesome would prize up the whole session and the dressed-up guy agreed to that without arguing. If I think back, that should have made me suspicious."

"What happened next," Jane probes gently.

Tears are welling up in Leila's eye and she sobs. "I started to get undressed, and before I knew it I had a cord around my neck. I tried to fight them off and begged the well-dressed man to help me, but he was enjoying how I fought for my life. Like … like he liked to watch me dying. Thank God, another guest heard me fighting and begging and that he called you guys."

Jane nods slowly and takes a deep breath. "You did really good, Leila, really." She pauses and takes her phone from its holder, opening Ben's photo. "Did this man asked for your services?"

Leila looks long at the screen and furls her eyebrows, shaking slowly her head. "No, but he looks pretty much like the one who paid me. They have the same eyes, but the one I mean was a little -"

The Italian furrows her eyebrows. "What?"

The other woman shrugs. "His skin was darker. Definitely darker."

Jane smiles again and helps Leila up to her feet. "Thank you, Leila. You've been a big help. These EMTs gonna take you to the hospital now."

Korsak follows them and shove his notepad into the inside pocket of his jacket. "That doesn't sound like Kessler or Hansen, or Ben. We can rule them all out."

"But Kessler and Hansen doesn't know that, they can stay where they are for a little while. But I am afraid that I am right and that we are looking for a team. And that they were always a team. Let's send a forensic artist to Leila and see what we get. She's our best shot right now."

Korsak is slowly walking down the stairs. "Does Ben have any siblings?"

She is fishing her keys out of her coat pocket. "Two sisters and a brother as far as I know."

He shrugs and sighs heavily. "Maybe we should check where his brother was."

"What? No, his brother is one of us, Vince."

"We've already brought down prosecutors, senators, jocks and other cops. And now you're hesitating just because it could be Ben's brother, who is a cop?" Korsak replies and frowns.

Jane opens her mouth in time as her phone starts buzzing. She groans and takes it from its holder, reading the new text message. "That's Maura. Ben's at her place and she wanna show me something."

"You gonna need help?" Frankie asks her as he joins them.

She looks at him and shakes her head. "No, I don't think so. You mind if I drop you off the station and head to Maura's."

"No," the two men says in unison.

"You call me if you need help," Frankie whispers.

Jane sighs a nods approvingly.

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Jane has gripped the steering wheel so hard that her knuckles had turned white on the way to her … Maura's house. She is afraid that she was totally wrong and that Ben is really the one they are looking for, that Maura is in a life-threatening situation and she won't be fast enough because she didn't used sirens and lights.

She halts her car with squealing wheels in the ME's driveway and jogs up the stairs. She doesn't think twice and uses her key to Maura's house, having her hand on her gun already. "Maura?" She says louder.

She spots Ben standing at the kitchen island, his head is hanging down and she is about to draw her gun.

"I'm here," Maura says as she comes down the stairs. "I'm fine, Jane."

The Italian drops her hand and she can feel her whole body shake. "Maura." She whispers.

Maura can see the troubled eyes and pulls the taller woman into a embrace. "It's okay, honey. I'm fine."

"You sure," the detective mumbles against Maura's neck.

Maura is nodding. "Ben would never hurt me."

"I would never hurt her or anyone else," Ben says and realizes that he really has lost Maura.

Jane looks at him and nods solely. "I know, and I believe you."

Maura swallows hard and wipes an tear off her cheek.

Jane frowns deeply. "What is it?"

The blonde is hesitating and looks briefly at the DA. "I found skin particles under the last victim's fingernails."

Jane furrows her eyebrows. "So?"

Ben licks his lips and clenches his teeth. "It's mine." He whispers and shakes his head.

Jane is immediately high-alerted and her whole body is tensing up, her left hand finds automatically its way to her gun.

Maura notices the change of the atmosphere and steps between the two. "Jane, wait. In the sample are similar marker. Ben did not kill these women. Whoever is doing this is blood-related with Ben, but it's not him."

Jane is clenching her teeth and keeps an eye at the DA. "You sure, Maura?"

The doctor nods and runs her hands over the Italian's shoulders. "I am one hundred percent positive, Jane."

The detective swallows hard and her facial muscles are twitching as she looks at Ben. "Where are your brothers right now, Ben?"

He shoots her a glare and straightens up. "Why? Now, that I am cleared you think that it was one of my brothers?"

"Because our latest victim has skin under her fingernails that comes from someone who is related with you." She counters and pierces him with her gaze. "Hey, I'm trying to help you, Ben. You can call yourself lucky that my team is investigating this case, Ben. At least, after your name is popping up frequently. Kessler and Hansen are here and we can prove that they are nothing but really big assholes, but we have a witness who said that one of her offenders is looking like you. I am really trying to help you. So, where are your brothers right now?"

He looks long at her and takes a deep breath, running an hand over his face. "All right. Um, Jordan and his wife Sarah are in Nassau for their honeymoon and Mick is in Colorado Springs."

Maura can see the confusion in Jane's face and she knows what the Italian is about to ask. "Nassau is the capital of the Bahamas."

Jane nods slowly and frowns. "Are you sure about Mick's whereabouts?"

"Hell, yeah." He answers without hesitation and the blonde is flinching. "Mick is a parole officer there. He can't just disappear for a couple of days even if he want to. And he just called me yesterday. Go, check my call list."

Jane is closing her eyes and groans loudly.

"What?" He snaps and furls his brows. "I only have two brothers and a sister."

"You sure about that," Maura asks carefully.

"What does that suppose to mean," he asks back and shrugs. "I am the second child of my parents. There is only Mick, me, Jordan and Annabelle."

Maura steps closer to him. "I had an half-brother and didn't know I had until be ended up on one of my table."

"Here's the little difference, Maura." He growls low. "I know who my parents are and my father isn't a mob boss."

"Hey," Jane barks warningly. "Careful."

Ben looks into Maura's hurt face and sighs heavily. "God, I'm sorry. It's just … My life becomes a mess right now."

The detective furls her eyebrows. "Your life," she asks louder and is pointing at Maura. "And what about her life, huh? This isn't just about you anymore, Ben. It's also about Maura. But it's mainly about the twelve dead women. You are afraid of a bad reputation? This woman, your wife who loved you, is trying to clear your and your family's name. So show some respect. You think that you're going through hell right now? Maura was indeed in jail and with us and still helped us. So, Ben, get your shit together and start to work with us as well. Otherwise, we can't help you at all. Because, slowly but surely, I can't take your whining anymore. And I am not the only one who is thinking that way."

The DA is swallowing hard and sighs again. "When I was seven, there was a rumor going around in our neighborhood. People said that my farther was having an affair with an woman from our neighborhood."

"What was her name?"

"I'm not sure anymore. Silvy. Sylvia."

"Think harder " the detective demands.

Ben is closing his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Sylvia Dowell. Her name was Sylvia Dowell. My mother wasn't really pleased and wanted him to end the affair. Otherwise, she would grab us kids and leave."

"Is it possible that Sylvia Dowell got pregnant from your father," the Italian asks and crosses her arms over her chest.

He opens his eyes again and nods. "It's possible. As I already said, I was just a kid."

Jane sighs heavily and vets her phone from the holder. "Well, that's a start. I'll be back in a moment."

Maura is looking long at Ben before she takes the file in her hand.

Ben can see the blonde's disappointment and groans again. "Maura -"

She doesn't look at him. "I have things to do in my study. Please leave your keys on the kitchen island on your way out."

Jane arches an brow as Maura is passing her and looks skeptically at Ben.

He rolls his and grits his teeth. "Great."