Woo! I'm back with another part to this story. Sorry my updates are so inconsistent. I was thinking that I'd start trying to update every Sunday. So we'll see how that goes.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this next part!

Disclaimer: I don't own R & I

Back at the BPD, Maura was in the morgue, performing the autopsy on the Jane Doe and Jane was upstairs doing paperwork for the case. Korsak was supposed to be doing paperwork, but he was watching YouTube videos of cute animals.

The paperwork was long and tedious. Jane desperately wished that she didn't have to do it. She also wished that Korsak would get to his work instead of watching videos all day. But Jane knew the work had to be done or else they'd have a ridiculous amount of paperwork to fill out as compared to a tedious amount.

As Jane's thoughts drifted off to a subject that was certainly not the paperwork at hand, and was most definitely Dr. Maura Isles and how her lips had felt against her skin, her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her reverie. And speak of the devil, she though, or rather angel, it was a text from Maura.

Jane. I'm done with the autopsy. Come down and I'll show, and tell you what I found.

The Detective sent a quick reply, told Korsak where she was going, and headed to the elevator down to the morgue. When she arrived, Jane wasn't surprised to see Maura standing over the body still, trying to find other things that she may have missed in what was most certainly a perfect autopsy. They always were.

"Alright Maur," Jane said, visibly startling Maura, "What've you got for me?"

"A complexity of things, Jane," She responded, "I'll start with the basics, to give you a general idea and then I'll expand. How does that sound?"

"Good, but you generally just expand. Why are you starting to give basics?"

"You'll see," Maura said, and then continued to explain, "Well, as I said when we were at the crime scene, based on the decomposition rate I'd say nine to ten hours had passed since her death, which means she died somewhere around ten or eleven last night. And the bruises that lead you to believe she was raped were in fact a good observation. But here's where it gets interesting," Maura pointed to the woman's neck and Jane cringed slightly, "I know it is difficult to look at," Maura agreed, seeing Jane's reaction, "Broken necks are not pretty and are not seen very often. But anyway, this woman suffered many injuries before she died. The broken neck was the most recent, followed by the bruises along her body, and then ripped vaginal tissue which indicates rape. Now, I did do a rape kit and she was in fact raped. But what astonished me were two things."

"What are they?" Jane asked, her brow furrowing, trying to make sense of the case at hand.

"The first thing would be that the break in this woman's neck, while it is the most recent injury, it's too recent. Which means that her neck was broken after she died, and whoever the killer was wanted to try to throw us off her cause of death," Maura responded.

"But what they didn't know was that we do autopsies, and you're like the best doctor for that in a statewide radius, and the cops and doctors here are trained professionals," Jane said, grinning, "What was the other thing?"

"This woman was pregnant when she died," Maura stated simply.

"She-," Jane said, her hand reaching out to the woman's covered corps, almost as if to touch her stomach, where the baby was growing before her life was cut so short, but then thought better of herself and her arm came to drop down at her side, "She was pregnant?"

Maura nodded silently, "Now Jane, I know it's hard when anybody gets murdered, and the people who do it are always sick, but-"

"But the son of a bitch who did this was really sick," Jane said darkly.

At that moment, Suzie walked in holding a folder out to Maura, "These are the DNA tests that you wanted, Dr. Isles. Hello Detective," She said with a polite smile. Jane nodded her head in greeting.

"Thank you Suzie," Maura said. Suzie nodded and walked out.

"What've you got?" Jane asked.

"These are the DNA tests for the semen that was found inside of her."

"I thought she was pregnant though? So why would whoever kidnapped and raped her be raping her again if she was pregnant?" Jane said, anger growing at the perp by the second.

"It could be possible that he didn't know," Maura said, "Maybe the victim kept it quiet because she didn't want him to know she was pregnant. Or maybe she didn't know herself. She was only a month along."

"Well, what do the results say?" Jane asked.

"There was no match on the data base," Maura said, handing Jane the file.

"Well great," The Detective said sarcastically, "There goes our only lead."

"There's more though," Maura said, "I found poison in her system. There were also other drugs, deposited post mortem, as if to throw us off the trail of how she really died. But the poison that I found in her system was put there very close to her time of death."

"So she was poisoned?" Jane asked.

"Yes, that is most likely the cause of death for this woman. Seeing as the other injuries happened way before her death or after, the poison that we found is the most likely candidate."

Another interruption in Jane's briefing was in the form of Korsak who said that they found a possible witness. Jane handed the file back to Maura, told her that she'd be back soon and headed out with Korsak. Maura put the file down next to the victim and talked, as she sometimes did when no one was around.

"We will find out who did this to you," She said quietly, "And your baby."

Jane and Korsak took Jane's car to the suspect's house. On the way there, Jane had Korsak fill her in on what was going on.

"Who's the suspect?" Jane asked.

"The woman that called in the crime. She was there on the scene but some rookie only took her information down so she left. We're going to talk to her now," Korsak said, motioning to an intersection to tell Jane to turn into it, "Her name is Vicki Arnold."

They arrived at Vicki's house and knocked on the door. A young woman in her early forties opened the door. She had shoulder length black hair, kind brown eyes, and a petite frame. She looked slightly startled to see the police at her door.

"Oh, hello officers," She said, "What can I do for you?"

"Hello Ms. Arnold," Jane said, "We're with the Boston Police. My partner said you were the one who called in the body yesterday?"

"Yes, that was me. I have to say, I was expecting to be questioned right at the scene," Vicki nodded, "Oh, where are my manners, do come in."

She stepped aside to allow Jane and Korsak into her house. It was a small condo, with simple furnishings. Vicki motioned to a couch and told the officers to sit down.

"So, what can I help you with?" She asked as soon as they were all settled.

"We'd just like to ask you a few questions," Korsak said.

"Go right ahead. I'm completely willing to help," Vicki said.

Jane started, "Did you recognize or know the victim?"

"No, I can't say that I did," Vicki said, "I was too panicked to get a good look at her."

"How did you find her?" Korsak asked.

"I was going for a run. And I assure you, it's normal for me to go out running that early in the morning, because me job starts relatively early and I'm usually very tired towards the end of the day," Vicki confirmed, "But anyway, I was out on my run, and there usually aren't many people at the park that I run at. There are usually a few people out running but there are certainly not people lying in the grass. I've never seen that before. So I slowed down, walked over to her and checked her pulse. I apologize, I may have gotten my DNA on her neck because I had to touch her to see if she had a pulse, which to my dismay and horror, she didn't. So I called the police, and now this is where we are."

Korsak nodded and finished taking notes.

"Where do you work?" Jane inquired.

"Oh, I'm a teacher at Boston University," Vicki said, "Social Sciences and History."

"You said that you didn't get a very good look at her," Korsak said, and Vicki nodded, "Would you mind coming down to the station with us to see if you know this woman? She looks like she could've graduated from college a few years back. Maybe she was a student at the University."

"Of course I wouldn't mind," Vicki said, "Are we going now then?"

"If you don't mind, yes," Jane said, "We want to get leads as soon as possible."

"Just let me grab my purse and then I'll be right with you," She said walking back to her room.

Back at the morgue, Maura was filling out her autopsy report. She was only half paying attention to what she was writing, and half thinking about her previous night with Jane. Maura knew that social cues were not her strong suit and that she still had a lot to learn, but she could've sworn that Jane was flirting with her. And that she had definitely flirted back. Even kissing her suggestively.

Oh, what was I thinking doing that? Maura berated herself, Jane probably is very embarrassed by me doing that.

Just then, Jane strolled in and said that she had someone to try to ID their victim.

"Alright Jane, have them meet me in the morgue," Maura said.

"Ok Maur," Jane nodded, heading out of the room, "Thanks!"

Maura took a deep breath and walked into the morgue with Jane, Korsak, and their guest. She pulled back the sheet from over the victim's face and folded it over so it exposed the woman's head and shoulders.

"Do you recognize her?" Jane asked.

Vicki nodded, "Yes, getting a closer look at her I do. I'm trying to remember her name, she was in my class about five years ago. Hold on."

She closed her eyes and tried to remember that far back. She vaguely remembered a rumor flying around about a young girl who looked just like the victim. Vicki remembered hearing that this woman was selling her body for money to help pay for college. But what was her name…

"I remember," Vicki said, pointing her finger at the woman, "I remember her name. It's Ashely Reynolds."

Korsak took Vicki out of the Morgue to get a statement and then take her back to her house. Jane hung back to talk to Maura.

The air was awkward between the two women. Though they had both been drunk the previous night, they remembered quite well what had been said and done.

"Listen, Maur," Jane started.

"Jane there's something I have to say," Maura said at the same time, "You go first Jane."

The detective hesitated but started speaking, "Listen, about last night… I uh… I was drunk and so were you. But what happened last night doesn't change anything about our relationship, okay? You're still my best friend. And, I was thinking why don't you come over tonight? We can have a do-over movie night without the Casey drama," Jane finished awkwardly.

"Oh Jane, I'd love to," Maura said quietly, "But I'm so sorry I can't. I have a date tonight."

Jane nodded, trying to hide her disappointment, "Oh… Okay. Uh, have a good date Maur. I'll see you tomorrow."

She walked out leaving Maura with a strong feeling of regret.

Aw poor Maura! And Jane! I just had to write that ending, no apologies ;) I promise it'll get better! As usual, constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged.

Je vous aime trop! Votre bonte est grandement appreciee!

I love you all so much! Your kindness is greatly appreciated!

-RMarie