A/N: Not my favorite chapter but I needed to move the story along. Please keep the reviews coming and thanks for all the reviews thus far. Feedback is always welcome! Here's chapter 5! I still do not own anything.

Jane took a deep breath, preparing for the battle she knew was about to commence. "Ma! What are you doing here?" She stepped back onto the elevator and waited for her mother to join her. If this discussion was going to happen it needed to happen without an audience. She hit the button for the morgue with her trembling hand and turned her attention back to her mother.

"Jane Clementine Rizzoli, I want you to tell me right now what happened with Maura! And don't give me that 'I don't know' business!" The stern look never left her face.

"I wish I could tell ya."

"That's no better, Janie!"

"She dumped me! That's it. SHE dumped ME!" Jane walked from her mother to in front of the morgue doors. The halls were deserted and each word was accompanied by an eerie echo. Looking ahead into the dark room she continued with her thoughts, "I'm feeling pretty shitty about myself right now, Ma. I really don't need you adding to it." Her voice began to crack.

"Oh sweetie," Angela stepped forward to wrap her arms around her daughter and brought her forehead forward to rest on her back. "You're my daughter. My only little girl. When you're hurting, I'm hurting." Jane turned in the embrace and cried into her mothers shoulder. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so small, but she was pretty sure her mother saved her that time too. "Maura's hurting too, ya know." Just then Jane pulled from the embrace.

"I'm hurting. I'm broken. I miss her." She took a deep breath and concentrated on the floor, she didn't want anymore tears to fall. "But right now, I'm mostly pissed. I'm pissed that she did this. She didn't give me a chance to talk. She didn't give me an option, she just ran! So you know what? She should be hurting."

"You have to talk to her."

"I can't. Not now." Jane just shook her head. "I can be civil at work, but I'm too angry to talk to her about anything else." A new supply of tears returned to her eyes as she prepared herself to speak some more. "I really thought we were worth fighting for."

"Janie..." Angela was cut short by the chirping of Jane's phone.

"Frost found something. I have to go." She ushered her mother back onto the elevator and waited to arrive back to her starting point. Jane gave her mother a quick peck on the cheek before looking at her with silent determination. "I'll talk to her. Soon. Because I still think we're worth fighting for." Angela just smiled back as Jane walked away.

Frost's eyes were wide when he realized she had been crying, but she wasn't about to let him acknowledge it. "What do you got?" Jane was back to being a detective now, the heartbroken ex-girlfriend had to be put aside. There were two little girls who'll never have their own mother to comfort them the way she had just experienced. Giving that family peace, that was Detective Jane Rizzoli's only focus now.

"Colette was signed up for every social media site you can think of. She even still had a MySpace." He looked up at his partner who was perched over his desk staring at him expectedly. "It seems like she had quite the need for attention. Each site had hundreds of friends or followers."

"But when we spoke to her husband he said that Colette mostly kept to herself. Not many friends or anything."

"And take a look at this." After a few clicks he brought up several pictures of the happily married mother of two.

"Yowzah. Does that look like a faithful spouse and doting mother to you?" Jane's eyes took in the sight of the scantily clad woman in a pose that was inappropriate to say the least.

"Nope."

"Anything else?"

"I cross referenced names of the friends and followers to find ones that all the sites had in common. That brought the list down to eleven. Four women and seven men."

"Full names and addresses?"

"Of course." He shot her a cocky grin. Frost was proud of himself and Jane would have to agree that he had every right to be. It was great work done quickly. A staple in a homicide investigation.

"Great work, Frost." Jane looked down to check her watch. It was past midnight. "We got a list of interviews for tomorrow and no other leads. I say we call it a night so we can be fresh for tomorrow. First thing I want her husband back in here. I wanna find out if he knew anything about his wife's Internet alter ego."

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As the sun began to peek over the horizon Jane was already out of bed and getting ready for the day ahead. She wasn't capable of more than a couple hours of sleep during an investigation like this, but once heartache was added it made rest even more elusive. Thanks to the new information Frost uncovered Jane was able to keep Maura to the back of her mind for most of the night until her eyes finally closed. Her dreams were filled with images of Colette, Maura, being with Maura, and finally one of Maura in Colette's spot on the slab in the morgue. After that, Jane decided to put an end to the dreams and get an early start.

After finishing a few rounds of boxing she took a long shower to loosen her muscles. As she picked out her clean clothes from her closet, a bright red shoe box caught her eye. Don't do it. She started to reach for it with quavering hands. You'll regret it. As she shifted the weight between hands she settled her weight to the floor and leaned against the doorframe. You can still turn back Rizzoli, you don't have to open it. She didn't listen to herself. Once the box was open, Jane let out a small sigh. Little tokens and trinkets were piled inside the box. Little reminders of the small milestones her and Maura experienced together, as lovers and friends. Greeting cards, her registration forms from the marathon they ran, and a movie stub from their first real movie date were among the many things. But what the detective was really after was the small velvet box that was tucked safely beneath the clutter. The box she had for over three months now. The box she had been so nervous to keep at Maura's. Good thing I kept it here. The brunette wasn't sure if it was her twisted sense of humor or if she had finally lost it, but tears turned to an uncontrollable laughter. All that they had been through and where she thought it would lead them...and now she was alone sitting halfway inside her closet. One last giggle made way to a full on sob. She would normally make a joke about being in the closet now but no one was around to hear it. And the only person she wanted to share it with wouldn't get it anyway. Jane rose and finished getting ready. She took the small box with her as she left for the day.

Beyond a Facebook to keep in touch with old friends, Charles Stevenson knew nothing of the time his wife spent on the Internet or how many people she reached out to. Nor did he recognize any of the names on the list. Jane would normally feel discouraged by the lack of information she got from the emotional man, but they still had eleven doors to knock on that could hold the evidence they so desperately needed.

Korsak volunteered to take Mr. Stevenson home and just as Jane and Frost were about to make their way to the first address on the list her phone chirped, signaling a new message. When she checked the screen her heart found a new home in her throat when she read "Googlemouth Maura". The ID always brought a smile to Jane's sharp features. But today sadness accompanied that smile when she remembered the day she changed the doctors name in her phone.

Two naked bodies lay tangled under a mess of sheets and their sweat is slowly beginning to dry. "That was amazing." A raspy voice came from somewhere under a pile of unkempt dark curls.

"I concur." Maura was just regaining her ability to speak as she positioned herself closer against her lover. Her blonde head laid on a soft breast and she listened to their heartbeats slow in sync.

"Life is terrible when you're away at those medical conferences, but if this will happen every time you come back? I'll pay for your plane ticket next time!" Jane let out a hearty laugh as she thought about how absence truly does make the heart, and few other places, grow fonder.

"Are you saying intercourse with me isn't usually this stimulating?" A blonde head quickly rose from its comfortable bed.

"Maura, REALLY? Intercourse? Did you have to use that word?"

"Well that's what it is Jane. Now answer my question or else I'll call it fornication next time." She leveled her stare and narrowed her hazel eyes. Jane didn't bother to hide her cringe.

"Maura. Every minute I spend with you is better than the last. But you have to admit that was outstanding."

"It was. There have been studies trying to prove the link between the absence of genital stimulation for a long period of time and a more powerful, satisfying orgasm as a result. I think we just had our own study that proved it." Full lips spread into a satisfied smile.

Jane just stared at Maura for a long moment before she spoke. "Your Googlemouth knows no bounds. In fact, I'm going to change your name in my phone to 'Googlemouth Maura'."

"You wouldn't."

"Oh I would. And I will." Jane took the smaller woman and pulled her body so she was covered completely by a naked Maura Isles. She didn't edit Maura's contact information that night, but it was the first thing she did the following morning.

The message was short but Jane knew it could mean a break the case. "Frost." The younger detective turned to look at her. "Maura has something."