Next chapter for you all. Thank you again for your kind words. I'm glad you like this added crime, and that you like the nurse Angela, hoping she pulls through. I know if she does or doesn't, and who did it. It'll all make sense in due time, as well how this is going to effect Jane and Maura's relationship. Anyways hope you like the chapter.

Jane got in the backseat of the cruiser. "You ok Janie?" Korsak asked from the driver's seat.

"I know Angela," Jane confessed.

"Who is she?" Frost asked, turning around to face her.

"She was my night ICU nurse when I was hospitalized. Maura loved her; she took good care of me when I was in the coma."

"I'm sorry Janie. Should we head back to the precinct?" Korsak asked.

"No, let's go back to the crime scene. See if we can find the jacket," Jane ordered.

Korsak did as he was told driving back to the crime scene. There were still a few people processing the scene. Jane got out of the car and started walking towards Jacques. She stood where she'd expect the doorman to stand. She was looking around at the buildings surrounding the small bar. It was a residential area. Seemed like an odd place for a bar. She tried to look down the alley but there was a blind spot.

Jane walked toward the alleyway where Angela was found. The place was marked by numbers. Jane stood there looking around. There was no way the residence could've seen Angela. She was standing in the blind spot she noticed when she was standing near the bar door. Angela was lucky Tim saw her, but unlucky for Tim. Jane walked the rest of the alleyway coming out on the other side. It was Charles St. which is normally a busy street in Boston. At three in the morning, there were barely any cars on the road.

Jane turned right to where Tim's body was found, in front of a dentist office. Standing in front of the building she noticed a restaurant to the right of it. "Hey Korsak," Jane yelled.

"What?"

"Did anyone in the restaurant see anything?"

"We looked into that. They're closed on Mondays."

"Damn, thanks."

Jane continued her walk. She reached a cross road. To the right was Melrose, back to Jacques, Jane shook her head. Wouldn't make sense to go back the way you came, Jane thought. The left was Warrington Street, Jane noticed on the other corner there was a gated area that was overgrown with weeds and vines. It was a risk to run diagonally across an intersection and three lanes of traffic. But people aren't thinking rationally when they kill someone.

Jane did a quick check and ran across the road to the area of green. She used her flashlight to look in the secluded area. Moving her flashlight she saw something blue. "Frost! Korsak!" Jane yelled from her spot.

Her partners ran across the road to where she stood. She kept her flashlight on the blue she saw pointing to it. Frost took his coat off handing it to Jane. "I got it," he said climbing the small fenced area.

He put on a pair of rubber gloves before picking up the jacket. He walked back over to Jane's light. The right pocket had a hole in it. "Looks like the perp shot Tim through the Jacket," Frost said from his spot.

"You think the perp knew it was in there?" Korsak asked to no one in particular.

"Or he found it when he was running and couldn't get it out of the jacket. What else is missing?" Jane responded

Frost reached in the right inside pocket, and removed it empty handed. He felt the left pocket. "Hold up. There's something in here," Frost said.

He reached in the outside pocket, nothing came out. He reached in the inside left pocket pulling out her phone. He handed it to Jane, and continued to look through the jacket. He pulled out Angela's camera and Chap Stick.

"So what is missing?" Korsak asked for trying to remember what Isabella said.

"Her gun, keys, and wallet," Frost answered. He handed the items between Korsak and Jane and took Jane's flashlight. He started to look through the weeds seeing if he could find the missing items.

Jane was looking through Angela's camera. "Find anything?" Korsak asked Jane.

"I don't know. Maybe Angela took a picture of the perp. Whoever attacked her knew to take her Jacket," Jane pointed out.

"But left her phone," Korsak countered.

"Frost you find anything?" Jane asked the young detective.

"Nah. They're not here. The perp must've taken them."

"Hmm keys, gun and wallet," Jane repeated to herself.

"What you getting at?" Korsak asked.

"Well this wasn't just a random attack or a thievery. Took her wallet but not her phone, and this is a pretty sweet phone. Frost how much would you get for this?"

Frost jumped back over the fence taking the phone in her hand. "Touch screen, smart phone. Looks brand new, about a hundred bucks give or take."

"The wallet probably fell out when the he shot the gun. But why take her keys?" Jane reached into her pocket pulling her keys out, looking at them. "Where is her car?"

"She took the train. She lives within walking distance of the Longwood stop. Who knows if she even has a car?" Frost answered.

"Let's get back the precinct and find out."

Jane was standing outside the door to Maura's lab. She was looking for her girlfriend. She had already finished the autopsy and wasn't at the front computer. Jane slowly pushed the glass door open scanning for the doctor. She placed the envelope containing Angela's medical information and the jacket in the evidence bag on the first autopsy table. Jane reached the door to Maura's office. The blonde doctor had her head on her arms, sleeping on the desk. Jane always loved watching Maura sleep. She didn't realize how tired she was, or that it was now four in the morning. She couldn't sleep, not yet.

She walked around placing herself behind Maura. She gently moved Maura's hair to the right, placing a gentle kiss on her neck. The doctor began to stir at the contact. She lifted her head to look behind her, smiling seeing her love.

"Hey," she whispered.

"Hey yourself," Jane responded. "I brought you something."

"What?"

"A copy of Angela's injuries, but there is something I need to tell you before you look at them." Jane moved to the front of Maura. She leaned back against the desk taking Maura's hands in hers. "I found out where we know Angela Scavino from." Jane took a deep breath trying to find the words.

"Jane." Maura gave the detectives hands a light squeeze.

"Angela was my nurse," Jane blurted out.

Maura just looked at Jane. "Your nurse?" Maura repeated. She slowly put the pieces together. "You're night nurse from ICU, the one who practically saved your life. Who actually treated you like a person when she was caring for you? That Angela?"

"You left out gay and Italian," Jane said trying to lighten the mood.

Tears were forming in Maura's eyes. Jane pulled the doctor up into a hug. Holding her girlfriend; rubbing her back. "Shhh."

"Tell me you have a lead. Tell me you're gonna get this guy," Maura said into Jane's neck.

Jane pulled Maura to arm's length to look her in the eye. "I promise. I promised Isabella, and I promise you we will get this guy. You know exactly how Tim was killed?"

"Yes," Maura replied wiping the tears from her eyes. "Gun shot was close range. It went through his abdomen, and through his vena cava. He bled out and was killed almost instantly. The bullet was lodge in his spine. It's a-"

"Nine millimeter slug," Jane interrupted. "Did you find any fibers at the entry wound?"

"Yes, some blue fibers. How did you know?" Maura asked her girlfriend.

"Angela has three guns. She took the nine with her according to her fiancé. We also found her jacket. There was a hole in one of the pockets. I have that for you too."

Maura walked out of her office to the two items waiting for her. She opened the envelope first. She skimmed through the papers gasping every now and again.

"Maura talk to me," Jane said

"She has a subdural hematoma-" Maura started.

"In my terms please," Jane interrupted.

"Sorry. Uh, she has some bleeding in the brain. Multiple facial fractures, lacerated liver and spleen; which means she is bleeding into her abdomen. Some rib fractures, broken arm and…" Maura was shaking her head. Words escaped her from the last injury she saw.

"What is it Maura?" Jane asked.

"Vaginal bruising, Jane that's generally sign of being raped," Maura finally answered. "How can people do this? This is the second time we had a lesbian woman that was beaten outside of a club. The last one was raped with a phallic shaped object and now Angela. People are sick."

Jane walked over to Maura and wrapped her arms around the doctor's waist. "People are fucked up. We live in a fucked up world. That's why we're here. To put them away so they can never do anything to another person again. It sucks it's after the fact, but we do good. And side note Angela wasn't killed."

"Yet," Maura countered. "I've read everything the doctor wrote about her injuries. It doesn't look good."

Jane turned Maura around in her arms. "I'm gonna get this son of a bitch. I'm going upstairs to see Frost and Korsak's process. You see if there is anything you can get from the jacket."

Maura nodded at Jane's request. The detective gave her girlfriend a chaste kiss before leaving the morgue.

"What do you got?" Jane asked her partners.

"Angela has a 2010 Toyota Corolla registered in her name, location unknown," Korsak said first.

"Get in touch with Isabella. It might be at the apartment. What about the interviews?"

"None of the employees saw anything. All but one of the girls has come in and given her statement. No one noticed anything unusual; they were too enthralled in the show."

"Who is missing?"

"Sophie Hamlin. According to Jeri, she's visiting form New York and is staying with some friends in Lexington. Called her cell a few times and left messages nothing."

"Well try again. She may have noticed something. What about the pictures?"

Frost put the pictures of the show on the screen. Jane studied each one. They were mostly pictures of her friends and the men putting on the show. There was a person sitting on the other side of the stage who kept staring at the camera. This person was in most of the shots. "Any idea who this person is?" Jane said pointing behind the man in drag.

"No, I'll see what I can do." Frost answered clicking away at his computer.

"Detective Rizzoli?" a policeman asked at the door.

"Yea," Jane replied turning her attention away from the screen.

"This woman said she's gotten quite a few phone calls from Detective Frost about Angela Scavino."

"Thank you, I'll take it from here," Jane told the man shoeing him away. "I'm detective Rizzoli."

"I'm Sophie Hamlin. Can you please tell me what is going on?" the woman replied. She was wearing a faded blue Boston Red Sox hat, sweatshirt and sweat pants, a little on the baggy side. She had shoulder length black hair with eyes to match, and tan skin tone.

"Yes, please follow me we have a few questions," Jane replied leading the last friend to the interrogation room.

"Am I in trouble?" Sophie asked taking a seat across from the mirror.

"Not unless you have something to hide."

"No."

"Then no you're not in trouble. You're friends with Angela Scavino?"

"Yes."

"Were you at Jacques tonight with her?"

"Yes, I sat next to her all night."

"Did you notice anything unusual?"

"What do you mean unusual? Have you seen their drag show?"

"Let me clarify, anything unusual with Angela? Was she acting differently or seemed scared? Anything along those lines," Jane clarified.

"Not really. Angela kept pretty quiet, took pictures. She has always been that way. She keeps to herself, and uses the camera to keep herself busy."

"Go through the night with me. What time did you first meet up with her?"

Sophie sighed. "Not until you tell me why you are so interested in Angela. I find it hard to believe Angela would have done anything wrong. Now are you going to tell me why I am here?"

"You're here to help a criminal investigation." Jane paused seeing if that was enough information. "Angela was assaulted tonight."

The color disappeared from Sophie's face. "Is she ok?"

"She's pretty banged up, not sure if she'll make it," Jane whispered.

Sophie closed her eyes remembering the night. "I met up with everyone at Rock Bottom. I got there late because I got into a fight with my girlfriend about going out tonight without her. Everything was fine, had dinner and a few drinks. Angela was talking having a good time. We walked to Jacques together and took our seats…" Sophie opened her eyes and pointed to the pad and pen near Jane. "May I?"

Jane moved the writing materials to Sophie. She drew two straight lines, "This was the stage." To Jane's right of the stage, closer to Sophie, she drew a circle. "This was our table. Angela was sitting here, facing the bathrooms." She drew a line perpendicular to the stage lines a few inches away from the stage, and table. "I was sitting right next to her. We had to turn and crane our necks to see the show because we were facing the other way."

Sophie put the pen down and closed her eyes again. "We watched the show and got up to leave. Angela said she needed to use the bathroom. Jeri and I both offered to wait for her, but she told us to go ahead. That she'd meet up with us. She went into the bathroom and I didn't leave with Jeri. Jeri had to come back in and drag me out. She told me to not piss off Angela, that she'd be fine." Tears started to form in Sophie's eyes. "Boy we were wrong."

"You didn't notice if anyone was taking an interest in Angela?"

"Uhm yea. There was this chick that kept staring at her. I pointed her out and Angela got very quiet. I asked if she knew her. She just said she didn't want to talk about it. I've known Angela long enough to know when to push. That wasn't one of them."

"Do you know where she was sitting?"

Sophie closed her eyes for a second, before grabbing the pen and paper again. She drew a circle near the edge of the left side of the stage. "There," was all she said.

"Think you can point her out if you saw her again?"

"I think so."

"I'll be right back," Jane replied.

The detective left the interrogation room and went back to bullpen. "Frost print me out some pictures from Angela's camera. Print out ones that show different areas of the club, especially the people in the background."

"Ok," Frost said doing as he was told.

"What's up Janie?" Korsak asked.

"Sophie told me that she noticed a girl that was staring at Angela all night. And I noticed this person…" Jane pointed to the person staring at the camera. "…Is always staring at the camera when they're in the shot."

Korsak put on his glasses to get a better look at the person. "Think that's the perp?"

"I don't know, but it's a start."

Frost finished printing the pictures and handed them to Jane. She went back into the interrogation room where Sophie was waiting. She had started to doodle on the notepad as she waited for the detective to return. Jane fanned out the pictures she had in her hand for Sophie to look at. She scanned each one and pointed to one of them. "That's her. She's even staring at the camera."

Jane looked at the picture, and the person Sophie was pointing at. It was the person Jane noticed, but wasn't sure if it was a woman, because of the short black hair. "You know that's a woman?"

"Yes. The background is dark so you can't see her feminine features. Quick glance with the short hair and the loose clothing makes it easy to overlook. She also wasn't wearing any make up. She actually looked like she just rolled out of bed."

"Was she with anyone?"

"I don't know. I'm assuming the people who are at the table with her. There were at least two other people at her table."

"Thank you Sophie. You've been very helpful. Best to stay close in case we have more questions."

"You're welcome. And I plan on it knowing Angela was hurt."

Jane showed Sophie out before returning to the bullpen. She brought the pictures to Frost pointing out the girl who was staring Angela down. "That's a woman?" Frost asked.

"I know. I couldn't tell either, but Sophie is positive. Korsak did you get in touch with Isabella?"

"Yea I called the hospital and she said the car should be at the apartment. But hasn't left Angela to check," Jane's other partner answered.

"We're going back to the hospital," Jane ordered.

"Why now?"

"We need to see if the car is still where Isabella said it is. She's not going to her apartment or Angela's car alone knowing the perp has access to them. Now let's go."

Jane reached the seventh floor, and made her way to ICU, with her partners following. Jane was wondering when the sun came up, shining through the windows. In the hallway there was a short man pacing back and forth smoking. Jane reached the man; he had thinning grey hair, and a large nose.

"Excuse me sir there is no smoking in the hospital," Jane informed him politely.

"What. Dis? It's one of those ahh fake cigarettes," he said with a thick accent, pointing to the electric cigarette in his hand.

"You must be Angela's father?" Jane asked.

"Dom," he said extending his hand.

"Detective Jane Rizzoli. Detectives Frost and Korsak," Jane responded shaking his hand.

"Rizzoli huh? You Frank's daughta? The ahh plumba?"

"Yes."

"He's a good guy. You working my daughta's case?"

"Yes we are. Convenient running into you. I have a question about the guns you gave Angela."

"What about dem? She's has her license to carry. Trained her myself," Dom answered sounding proud.

"Just what exactly you gave her."

Dom took another puff of the fake cigarette before answering. "I gave her ahh twenty five Beretta. It's a small ding. Ahh nine Beretta, dat one was my gun. Dat one is from Italia. And ahh fordy five colt," Dom finished taking another puff. "Why you ask dis?"

"Well according to Isabella, Angela took the nine millimeter Beretta with her when she went out," Jane answered.

"Did she get the bastahd?" Dom asked enthusiastically.

"No. The perp stole Angela's gun before she could use it. We believe the perp didn't know Angela had the gun until after."

"Afta what?"

"After he stole her jacket, finding it when the doorman was chasing him," Jane replied.

Dom took another puff, turning away from the detective muttering shit under his breath.

Jane took it as her cue to leave the grieving father. Jane was about to push the call button when Isabella came out of ICU nearly knocking Jane over.

"Detective Rizzoli, I'm sorry didn't see you there. What are you doing here?"

"Please call me Jane. Came to see you, we need to see if Angela's car is still at the apartment." The detective replied.

"Ah yea sure, let me just grab my bag. Mr. Scavino, you want to come in?"

"Isabella, when you gonna stop calling me dat?"

"When I'm officially part of the family," Isabella retorted.

Dom laughed at the comment and followed Isabella back inside. It was not long before Angela's fiancé came back out with her bag. She lead the way out of the hospital and back towards the apartment with the detectives in tow. Right next to it was a parking garage that was labeled with signs saying residents only.

"How much is parking?" Jane asked as they entered the garage.

"It's an extra twenty five a month with rent per vehicle. So we pay fifty a month to keep our cars here. We have these scan tags that open the gate."

"That's pretty cheap. No wonder you two walk everywhere."

"Yea but rent is a little steep. I still drive to work. Our apartment is more convenient for Angela, but I don't mind the drive."

"What high school you work at?"

"I teach at Prospect Hill Charter Academy in Cambridge. Well here we are," Isabella stopped extending her arms.

She was standing behind a silver 2010 Toyota Corolla. Around the license plate was a purple border with the words Curry College on it. On the bumper was a big fairy, and the top of the back window had a thin strip of rainbow going across the top of it.

"It kind of sticks out," Korsak pointed out.

"Yea, when she first got it she went to the wrong car once. She went in to a store she was in what she thought was the first spot. When she came out another car exact same make, model and color parked next to her in the real first spot. She tried to open the door of the car. So she had to get something to make hers stick out." Isabella told the detectives laughing at the memory.

Frost walked around the vehicle and looked inside. "Isabella I thought you said Angela brought her wallet with her?"

"She did. She wouldn't have been able to get into the Jacques without it." Isabella stood next to the young detective and looked in the car. On the driver's seat was Angela's wallet and keys. "What are they doing here?"

"Do you have a spare key?" Jane asked.

"Ah yea. I don't keep it on me; it's back in the apartment." Isabella started to walk out of the garage to the apartment.

Jane followed and nudged her head for the men to follow her. Isabella was silent the entire way back to the apartment. She was trying to figure out how those items got into Angela's car. She wouldn't have been able to get back in the apartment without her keys, she kept saying to herself. Isabella reached her apartment door, inserting the key into the lock. She turned the key, opened the door taking a step inside. Then she stopped dead in her tracks.

"What is it?" Jane asked behind the shorter brunette.

Isabella pointed to an item on the counter in front of her. Turning she looked that the detectives. "That was no here last night. You were all here. That was no there!" Isabella shrieked.

Jane grabbed Isabella pulling her out of the apartment. She pulled her up against the wall and allowed Frost and Korsak to do a sweep of the apartment.

"All clear," Frost said returning to the door, holstering his gun.

"Call forensics. Get them down here to process the apartment and Angela's car." Jane ordered her young partner. "Isabella where's the key? Isabella?"

Isabella walked out of Jane's embrace to the counter staring at the item left there. Black barrel and brown handle, that looked like wood. It was Angela's missing Beretta.