A/N: I hear you loud and clear Dallas, here's a 3 part murder case. It will be shorter than usual. I didn't want to overwhelm you with all the murders in one big chapter. Also, I wanted to get this out before I start my night shifts, because for the next five days I will only work, eat and sleep. Hope you enjoy this, let me know what you think. :)

Jane and Maura were walking side by side, their steps perfectly in time (even though Maura had to walk slightly faster because of her height disadvantage), fingers interlocked together. The atmosphere was quiet, but relaxed, the only sounds were coming from the women's shoes hitting the concrete and Jo's panting. Poor thing was getting a workout, her tiny legs not able to keep up with the duo. Nearly two months had passed, summer was coming to an end and autumn was quickly rolling in. It was starting to get chilly out at night, but not cold enough that a jacket was a necessity. The good doctor, however, took advantage of this as she laid her head down on Jane's shoulder.

"You cold?" The detective asked. She was wearing her usual button up shirt, which wasn't considerably warmer than the blouse and jacket Maura was wearing. Though, Jane wasn't going to call her on it, she was perfectly happy cuddling the petite woman for no apparent reason.

"It is quite chilly out." Maura replied vaguely, knowing she couldn't straight out lie and say she was cold when she actually wasn't. She placed her arm around the detective's waist, but decided at the last minute to slip her hand in Jane's back pocket, squeezing the squishy flesh under her hand.

"Are we getting grabby, Dr. Isles?" Jane asked in a horse voice. She would have been surprised that this simple gesture managed to get her worked up this quickly, but the brunette has gotten accustomed to it. She manages to keep her cool at work and not stutter like an idiot every time Maura displays her affection in front of her co-workers. The first week was hectic, with all the clapping and whistling going around. Needless to say Jane blew up pretty quick and scared a rookie so bad he now always looks down at the floor every time he sees the detective.

Maura didn't say anything and simply sighed contently as she felt a strong arm wrapped around her shoulders. Sadly, nothing this sweet lasts forever. They were interrupted as Jane's phone started ringing. If it's a dead body, I'll call in sick. But, I can't lie. Shoot! The honey-blond thought with a sigh.

"Rizzoli." Jane answered. She knew at this hour it could either be operations or her mother. Albeit, it was neither of those. She stopped in her tracks, almost making her girlfriend lose her balance from her sudden movement, or lack of, to be precise. The brunette looked at Maura with wide eyes mouthing "It's the Queen", to her. "Yes, er, it's an honor to talk to you, this time around." She joked.

The doctor practically glued her hear against the hand Jane was holding her phone with, trying to listen in on the conversation. However, she could only hear faint muffled sounds.

"Definitely, yes. That-That's amazing, thank you. I will, take care now." Jane didn't have time to close her phone before the petite woman was throwing questions at her like an eager five year old asking 'why' all the time.

"What did she say? Did she invite you for a royal dinner? How does she sound over the phone? Sophisticated?"

"Maur, slow down. You're giving me a headache." Jane said at the woman practically jumping up and down in front of her. "She's going to rename her palace after me and she's giving me a paid vacation to London whenever I can." She explained, still in slightly in awe. Palace Rizzoli sure had a nice ring to it.

"That's so exciting Jane! London is gorgeous. We can go visit the Royal Academy of Arts." Maura stated excitedly.

"Pubs with micro brewed beer."

"The Imperial War Museum."

"Rugby Match!"

"Greenwich park."

"Chef Ramsey."

"Traditional London restaurants."

"More beer." Jane finished, having to stop herself from drooling at the thought. Jo Friday had barked at the last statement, making both women chuckled and continued their walk, hand in hand.

"Are you prepared for your big day tomorrow?" The petite blond asked casually.

"You know it." Jane rasped and leaned down, capturing Maura's lips with her own.

The next morning our favorite detective was kneeling by a pile of miscellaneous belongings and a half full card board box, trying to sort out what's junk and what she wants to keep. Who am I kidding, I ain't ready. What am I suppose to know what to keep and what to throw away? Jane thought as she continued to stare at the items in front of her like they had just descended from a space ship. She wished Maura would just hurry up and get here. Feeling a hand on her back, she turned around to see Frankie smiling down at her. She forced a smile in response.

The young officer kneeled down beside Jane, who looked utterly defeated. "You look like you need some help."

"That's an understatement." Jane sighed as she lay back on the floor, one of her legs completely outstretched, the other one bent at the knee. She rocked her outstretched foot from left to right on her heel.

"So you're gonna play dead until Maura gets here?" The older brother asked disbelievingly.

"Yep." Jane replied drily.

"Cry me a river."

"Get me a coffee and doughnuts, officer."

Growling, Frankie jumped on top of Jane, though he was careful not to knee her in the stomach as he did so. He tried to tickle her sides, but the detective was quick to grab his hands. The both laughed between strained groans as the siblings held to each other's wrists, fighting for dominance, pushing back and forth.

Jane realized she was going to lose and it was only a matter of minutes before her arms would tire out. Smirking, the brunette sucked in as much air as she could, stuck her tongue out and released the air causing a wide spray of spit to fly out of her mouth and land on Frankie's unexpected face.

"Gross!" The police officer said, frantically whipping away the spit with the sleeve of his shirt as she hopped off the brunette. "You play dirty, Rizzoli." Frankie mimicked his sister's position, lying down on his back.

"All is fair in love and war." Jane retorted, interlocking her fingers together behind her head.

"What are you two clowns doin'?" Tommy questioned as he stepped in the living room to see his siblings lying on the ground, doing nothing remotely productive.

"Waiting for Maura." They both replied.

Tommy chuckled, rolling his eyes at them as he sat down beside the brunette. He spotted one of Jane's softball trophies from high school. He grabbed said trophy from the pile. A shiny baseball player, presumably swinging at a ball, was sitting on top of a wooden base. The engravings on the golden plate read: Jane Rizzoli, MVP Massachusetts High School Softball Team. "Remember that game, sis?"

"How could I forget? We were down by 1, bottom of the ninth." Jane started, a small smile forming on her lips.

"Your turn at bat came up. I can't imagine how nervous you must have been, but you kept your cool, waited for the right ball and you swung like hell." Frankie continued dramatically.

"The field was so quiet it echoed louder than a .50 caliber gun shot. We all knew it was a home run."The younger brother finished.

Jane lifted up her head to stare at her brothers, arching one of her perfect eyebrows. "When did this turn into Happy Gilmore?" Her question was answered by Tommy who simply stuck his tongue out at her. The brunette perked up instantly as she heard a knock at the door. She pushed her younger brother's head down and quickly scampered to her feet as Tommy chased after her. She bolted towards the door and slid to a stop inches away from it. She quickly opened it to reveal a smiling doctor. Damn, why does she always look so beautiful? Jane swiftly moved behind Maura, using her as a shield.

"Not fair." The ex-con complained, also having to put on the brakes to keep him from crashing into Maura.

"Told you, she plays dirty." Frankie commented from his position on the floor.

Tommy narrowed his eyes, pointing to his sister before using his thumb to trace an imaginary line along his neck.

Jane poked her head from behind the doctor, flashing her brother a shit eating grin as she wrapped her arms around the smaller woman's waist.

"What would you like me to do?" The honey-blond asked cheerfully as she turned around in Jane's embrace.

The brunette leaned in to whisper in her girlfriend's ear. "Everything." She just couldn't resist taking advantage of this innuendo.

"Later." Maura whisper, winking at her.

"Did you bring the...?" Jane asked in a lowered voice, raising an eyebrow as she looked down at Maura.

The doctor simply smiled and patted her channel purse a few times.

"Good." Jane rasped, looking over Maura's shoulder as she was going to call Tommy over. She only had time to open her mouth before she felt her girlfriend grab the front of her shirt and crash their lips together. After a few minutes, the brunette pulled back. "What was that for?" She asked breathlessly, her lips swollen.

"Your voice, Jane." The doctor breathed, running her thumb over Jane's bottom lip.

"What about my voice?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm having a strong, physical and chemical response to a certain stimuli, which is raising my heart beat and blood pressure." The doctor explained, to the best of her ability.

"English would be preferable." Jane retorted.

"Your voice turns me on, it's so incredible sexy." Maura deepened.

Jane's eyes nearly bugged out of her head at her girlfriend's confession. She quickly cleared her throat and backed them into the apartment. "Alright, let's go in now. We got work to do." She croaked out as she closed the door.

Maura nodded, trying to shake away thoughts, which she shouldn't have in the presence of her girlfriend's family. "Right, of course, packing."

"Janie! Look what I found." Angela exclaimed, bursting from Jane's room, waving around something that looked like a photo album.

"She's busy swapping spit with Maura." Frankie said as he and Tommy used prongs to place some of Jane's boots in the box. Both brothers high fived each other after they had successfully packed her shoes without having to use gas masks. The police officer looked at the prongs for a second and threw them in the 'trash' pile.

"No-no, we're not. We're here...not making out." Jane said hurriedly. The brunette was too busy staring in horror at the photo album her mother had found to realize what her brothers were doing. "I thought I burned that thing years ago." She said in a low venomous voice as if Hoyt had come back to life and was standing in front of her.

"If your intentions are to burn all your childhood memories, then I'll keep it." Ms. Rizzoli said in a disappointed tone.

"Please do." Jane retorted, almost pleadingly.

"May I?" The doctor asked sweetly.

"Of course sweetie, let's go look at it, without Jane." Angela added, narrowing her eyes at her daughter.

"Why do you two always gang up on me when you're together?" The detective whined, stomping her foot on the ground.

"Because we love you." They both answered, as they made themselves comfortable on the couch, casually flipping through the pictures of Jane throughout the years.

"Then try to love me a little bit less, yeah?" Jane rolled her eyes as the purposely ignored her. She moved behind the couch, sliding her hand up and over Maura's shoulder, down to grab the woman's purse. I know what you were thinking. She ruffled through all the useless make up and hand sanitizer, finally finding what she was looking for: an envelope. She thought it would be the best time to hand this to her brother. The brunette wasn't usually good with revealing surprises. "Hey Tommy, come here for a sec." Jane called out to him as she walked in the kitchen and leaned back against the counter.

"What's up, sis?" The younger Rizzoli asked, jumping up to sit on the counter opposite to the one his sister was leaning against.

"Here, it's from me and Maura."Jane took a few steps forward, handing him the plain, white envelope. "Read it." She said, looking at him expectantly, chewing on her thumbnail.

"Dear Mr. Rizzoli, oh, this sounds important. You have been accepted to the...UTI? Jane, you got me into UTI?" Tommy exclaimed as he looked up at his sister and crunched up the paper in the midst of his excitement. He was stunned, floored and all of the synonyms you could find in a thesaurus.

"Technically, Maura did. She pulled some strings and got you a place in the mechanics program." Jane explained, crossing her arms over her chest. She smiled as she remembered having the same reaction when Maura told her she got him in the program. She loved her brother and would do anything for him, but she wants him to go up the ladder by himself. She gave him the ladder, all he has to do is figure out how he wants to take his steps.

Tommy rushed to envelope his sister into a tight hug, pulling her off the ground for a few seconds before putting her down. "Holy shit, that's-that's amazing! Thank you, so much."

Jane chuckled, groaning as her brother squeezed the air out of her lungs. "Just promise me one thing: kill it out there 'lil brother." Just as Tommy was about to question the brunette, her cell phone rang. She grabbed it from its place on her hip and brought the phone to her ear. "Rizzoli."

Just a few seconds passed, and Maura's phone rang also. "Dr. Isles" She answered.

"On my way."

"I'll be right there."

"Fantastic." The detective voiced sarcastically. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair, looking at the mess that was her apartment, soon to be her mother's apartment.

"Don't worry about a thing, sweetie. Your brothers and I will finish this for you." Angela said, placing a comforting hand the brunette's shoulder. She understood her daughter had a very important job to do, even if she didn't always approve of it.

"Really? Thank you Ma." Jane shoulder's visibly relaxed, letting her arms fall to her sides. She smiled warmly at her mother, wondering what she did to deserve such a loving family. They hugged briefly, before Jane grabbed her Police issued Glock and her badge, placing them both in their respective places on her belt. "And pack necessities only, got it? Necessities only." She repeated, pointing her finger at Angela as she did so.

"I'll try to remember, but who knows, your mother is getting old, sometimes important details just slip off my mind." Ms. Rizzoli responded melodramatically.

Jane rolled her eyes as she gently coaxed Maura out of the door, closing it behind them.

The two women had made it to the crime scene in a record time as Jane insisted they use her Ford. After only a few short curse filled minutes in traffic, the detective opened her lights, breezing past the mass of cramped cars just as easily as a Ninja motorcycle would.

"You were a cute baby." Maura teased as she got out of the car, thankful her feet were touching the solid ground. Car rides with Jane always managed to startle the woman, especially when the brunette felt like it was a good time to tie her hair into a pony tail.

"Don't you start." Jane warned. She held the yellow 'do not cross' tape up for Maura, waiting for her to pass under before following the doctor.

Maura was going to thank Jane for being such a gentleman, but she spotted Barry standing beside the run down industrial building, holding himself up with one hand as he emptied the content of his stomach on the ground. "Well that's odd, detective Frost hasn't regurgitated at a crime scene in quite some time." She remarked.

Chuckling, Jane walked up to her partner, slapping a hand on his back. "What's up Frost? Did ya see a shadow of something that might have looked dead?" She teased, winking at Korsak as she too, put on a pair of blue latex gloves.

"Funny." The young detective croaked, spitting his saliva.

Vince laughed and shaked his head. "Stinks pretty bad in there ladies." He warned.

Jane nodded as she followed Korsak's lead.

The petite blond place a hand on Frost's back, just like Jane hand, though she used a more delicate approach. "Try to steady your breathing and you should get on your knees. Regurgitation is easier when you're slouched over, as it pushes your stomach's contents upwards. It lessens the strain on your gag reflex and your sternohyroid muscles, though you will get stomach aches afterwards."

"Maura, come on." The brunette called out, waiting for her girlfriend. There was an out of place cement platform, with a 3 foot drop and she knew the woman wouldn't be able to jump down in the fancy high heels she chooses to wear.

Maura happily complied, as she made her way into the building, only to stop when the 3 foot drop came into view. Her eyebrows creased as she wondered if she should ask a uniform to bring a ladder of some sort. "Jane, I..." She trailed off as she watched Jane effortlessly jump down, turn around and stretched out her hand to the distressed fashionista with a smile. "Thank you." Maura said with a wide smile, taking the brunette's outstretched hand.

"No problem." Jane placed a hand on Maura's hip as she helped her down. They both stayed in this position, smiling at each other until they heard a cough which pulled them out of their reverie.

The two women crossed the building's length, the broken windows and holes in the ceiling offered a decent amount of lighting. However, it wasn't the case for the room they were about to enter. They could already smell the stench and the detective knew it was about to get worse. Maura covered her nose and mouth with one gloved hand, while Jane used her jacket sleeve to block the awful smell.

The room was small and poorly lit. Uniforms had placed a portable area light. Although not strong, the light shinned on a woman's body. She was hanging upside down; an industrial chain was attached to a ceiling hook and wrapped around both of her legs. Her throat had been slit and there was a bathtub under her.

Jane walked further into the room, still covering her nose as her eyes scanned the disturbing scene. "Oh my God..." She breathed out. Sure, she had seen hundreds of murders, but few of them were as macabre and deliberate as this.

"How awful." Maura added. Even if she felt terrible for the woman, she had to remain professional. She had a job to do after all. She moved closer, removing her hand from her face to examine the fatal cut. "These blood stains along her neck and jaw indicate that she was drained of her blood in this position." She then looked down at the bathtub which, even though it was stained for the most part, was empty.

The brunette followed suit, standing beside Maura. She turned her attention to the empty bathtub. "Looks like the son of a bitch who did this took her blood with him." She remarked coldly.

"Now we can't assume that, but I will take a blood sample from the victim and from the bathtub."

"Do you think it was filled up with her blood?" The brunette asked.

"The human body approximately holds five liters of blood. A bath like this holds around 100 to 150 liters of water. If it was completely filled up, it's quite possible this woman wasn't the only victim." Maura expertly commented.

Jane nodded; her girlfriend's knowledge of useless facts came in handy in situations like these. She inched closer, squinting her eyes as she noticed some sort of pattern, or writing in the tub. The detective took out her flashlight and pointed it at the area in question. Two letters had been written with, presumably, the woman's blood: B.D. "You, could you take a picture of this?" She asked one of the criminalists. The man nodded and did as he was told. "B.D." Jane said out loud, her face scrunched up as she tried to work out what it could possibly mean.

"Initials perhaps?" Maura asked as she secured both of her samples into small containers.

Jane looked up at Korsak. "Do we know who she is?"

"We didn't touch anything. I told them to wait for you and Dr. Isles." The sergeant informed. Vince knew this was unusual and he didn't want to risk losing anything that could help them solve this gritty murder.

Jane placed the end of the flash light hilt in her mouth, carefully searching the woman's jacket. She grabbed the victim's wallet, but there was something else there, an envelope. The brunette examined it quickly, it wasn't sealed and there were the same initials written on it: B.D. She handed it to Vince who placed it in an evidence bag. Jane then opened the woman's wallet and pulled out her driver's license. "Emily Johnson, 36 years old." She read. "Local." Jane added, sighing as she placed back the card where she took it. "Doesn't match the initials in the bath." What did they mean?

"Get the coroners; we're ready to move this body to the morgue." Maura told one of the police officers.

Back at the Boston Police Department headquarters, Maura was getting ready to perform the autopsy. Seeing the woman's body lying on her table seemed much less disturbing than they way they had found her. The doctor had gone through hundreds of autopsies, yet something about this particular case didn't sit right with her. As she put on her gloves, the doctor quickly got to work, thoroughly inspecting every inch of the woman's body and insides. Just as she was about to stitch up the Y incision, she heard footsteps get closer and the door open. Maura didn't have to look up to know it was Jane.

"Anything?" The detective asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against an empty autopsy table.

"Nothing unusual. She was healthy, exercised often and she had a very strict vegan diet."

"Did she tattoo her menu on her arm?" Jane asked, lifting an eyebrow as she wondered how the doctor could possibly know this.

Maura made a face at her girlfriend's sarcasm. "There were traces of semi-digested egg and other dairy substitutes which is an essential part of any vegan nutrition." She happily informed.

"And how exactly did you know they were substitutes, did ya get hungry?"

"Of course not, there's-"

"Maura, I could care less if you told me she ate people. What killed her?"

"Exsanguination."

"Nothing else?"

"Other than the marks on her legs and her hands that suggest she was bound beforehand, nothing relevant." Maura replied as she took off her blood stained gloves and disposed of them.

"No finger prints anywhere, initials and a poem that we found in the envelope..." Jane trailed off, biting her lower lip.

Maura caught what the brunette was trying to say. "Do you think we're dealing with someone who's experienced?"

"Seems like it. I mean, he went to great lengths to show off her body and didn't leave any evidence behind except what he wanted us to find."

"I'm sure you'll find something." Maura said as she walked around the autopsy table to stand in front of Jane.

"Will do." Jane smiled, pushing herself off the table and stepping closer towards the smaller woman.

"I'll run a couple more tests. If there's anything I'll let you know." Maura lifted her hand up to readjust the brunette's dark curls that had fallen in front of her face.

"Sounds good." The detective leaned down, briefly kissing her girlfriend. "I'll see you later, Maur."

Maura simply nodded as she watched Jane's retreating form.

Jane leaned back in her chair, far enough to let her head fall back behind the backrest. She let the piece of paper she had in her hands fall down on her face as she groaned loudly, letting both of her arms hang on either side of the arm rests. It was way passed dinner time, and she felt like having a long one on one with a punching bag.

"Maybe it's a dead end, Jane; to keep us off track." Detective Frost commented.

"He left it there for us to find, Frost. He wanted us to find it. There has to be something there." The brunette remained in her current position, her breath making the paper jump with every few words spoken.

Maura had just stepped out of the elevator and was making her way towards Jane's desk. She chuckled when she saw in what position the brunette was in. "Jane, you'll hurt your Latissimus Dorsi muscle if you stay like that for too long."

"Thanks, mom." Jane retorted sarcastically. She blew on the piece of paper and watched it slowly fall down in her lap. The brunette truly hated not being able to figure its meaning. It was bugging her, she needed to know why. Was it a message or just his way of trying to become a famous poet? Either way, it wouldn't work in his favor. She glanced at Maura out of the corner of her eye, immediately feeling awful for her bitchy attitude. "I'm sorry, Maur. We've been trying to find the author and nothing popped up. We figured he's the one who wrote it, but we have no damn clue what it means, if it even means anything." Jane sighed and let her head fall on her desk.

Maura took a seat on the corner of Jane's desk, rubbing the brunette's tense shoulder. "Let me read it."

"Knock yourself out." Jane mumbled, taking the paper from her lap and lifting it up in the air.

The doctor took hold of the paper, scrunching her eyebrows as she began to read it.

The man on the rock watches,

Leaves falls around him,

Immobile, unable to utter a word,

The world revolves around him, yet he's bound to his rock.

A woman below watches,

Torn between two,

Heaviness in the pit of her stomach,

Immobile, she stares at the man on the rock.

"It seems like a very psychological piece of literature. It's a shame to say the man who wrote this is capable of grotesquely murdering an innocent woman. Poems were often old societies' way of storytelling, such as Beowulf in the 7th century. " Maura explained as she folded the poem and set it down on Jane's desk.

"That was an awesome movie." Barry added.

"You mean 'cause you got to see Angelina Jolie naked?" The brunette teased, raising an eyebrow as she stared at him accusingly.

"I plead the fifth." Frost replied, lifting both of his hands up.

"Gross."

"I thought you would understand." The young detective quipped.

"I...plead the fifth also."

"I think that's enough pleading the American Constitution for one night. It's late, honey. You should get some rest. " In any other circumstance, Maura's voice would have been concerned and soft. However, being greatly displeased with Jane's answer led the woman's tone to become colder.

Frost's grin fell instantly, Maura's cold tone sending chills down his back. Shit...I just got my partner in trouble with the doctor. "I'm gonna go with the Doc on this one." He faked a yawn as he quickly grabbed his jack from the back of his chair and left without saying anything else.

"You're right, let's go. I could eat a horse." Jane replied casually, seemingly oblivious to her girlfriend's anger as her head was still down on her desk. She stood up, stretched her arms high above her head before moving closer towards Maura with a smirk on her face.

The doctor knew what was coming, she waited until Jane's lips were almost on hers before sidestepping quickly, leaving the brunette to kiss the air. "Well, we better get going then. I can't wait to see what you're going to cook for us."

Frowning, Jane opened one of her eyes to see Maura was already making her way towards the elevators. She sped up her walk to catch up with the woman. "Hey, why me?" The brunette protested. "It's not 'cause of that Jolie comment, is it?" She asked, but received no answer.

The doctor cocked her head as she glared at her girlfriend, before turning her attention towards the stainless steel doors in front of them.

"C'mon Maur..." Jane pleaded, slapping her hand over her face at her own stupidity. One ticket to the dog house, special delivery for Jane Rizzoli. The duo stood in silence, waiting for the elevator. This was going to be a long night.