A/N: WOW! The reviews after the last chapter got me even more excited to write this chapter! Please, keep the feedback coming. Also, it was a tough choice, but I'll take the oversized ring and the DirecTv remote. =)

"As I already told you, arsenic poisoning was the cause of death. But what I can tell you now is the weapon that was used to stab the victim seventeen times." Maura looked between Frost and Jane, as if waiting for a cue to go on. Neither detective spoke so the doctor continued. "You're looking for a kris with a six inch blade." When Maura was met with two blank stares she knew they required further description. "When I analyzed the wounds, as well as the photos taken of the wounds inflicted, I noticed that there was bruising around each wound that wasn't consistent with an average knife." She handed the photos to Jane and Frost allowing them a few moments for them to see what she saw.

"So the weapon used had something different, something that would make it stand out and cause these marks?" Frost asked.

"Correct. The weapon had a guard between blade and hilt. The wound track and bruising is consistent with a kris. A dagger with a wavy blade." Maura let a satisfied smile spread across her face as she handed the taller detective a print out of such a knife. Evidence like this would certainly help the detectives with their search.

"I'm sure there's not many people who have one of these." Jane commented as she turned the photo to Frost.

"I'm thinking a knife enthusiast." Her partner commented quickly before Jane turned her attention back to the ME.

"Anything else?" Jane regarded Maura. She noticed that the usually bright, impeccably put together woman looked tired. Her hazel eyes were dull instead of sparkling, and her smile wasn't reaching them. It was painful for Jane to think that she was the cause. She ended us, not me. She reminded herself.

Maura grew uncomfortable under the appraising gaze of her ex-lover. "Nothing more at this time, Detective." Her smile faded as Maura realized her formal response to Jane. It hurt her even deeper when she saw a frown matching her own looking back. Frost noticed the cold exchange so he quickly and quietly excused himself and Jane. They left the morgue and continued their search for justice.

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Several hours later the two detectives fell into the seats behind their respective desks. Not one person on that list had any valuable information, never mind a lead for them to follow. Jane ran her fingers through her unruly hair in frustration and exhaled loudly.

"Zero for eleven. That has to be a new record." She said with a hint of amazement. Korsak looked over the glasses that were snug on the end of his nose. "I don't get it."

"Not one person had anything to say?" He inquired.

"Not one. They all knew Colette but no one really KNEW Colette. A couple of the women and one guy were friends with Colette in college and kept in touch through these sites. The other eight were only interested in her pictures." Jane shook her head. "The only thing they all agreed on was that Colette never met any of them in person, and that kills any evidence of opportunity."

Frost finally chimed in. "We don't have motive or opportunity, and we barely have means." He ticked off each point on his fingers.

"Poisoning and overkill with a dagger. Why?" Jane rubbed her face and turned her attention to Korsak who suddenly rose from behind his desk.

"A dagger?" He asked with his eyes wide.

"Yup. Well a 'kris' as Maura called it. Something like this." She handed the senior detective the print out Maura had supplied earlier.

"I know where I've seen one of these." Korsak tapped his finger to the photo and his smile reached his eyes the moment he realized they cracked the case.

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The lights were bright and the temperature was bordering on uncomfortably warm in the small interrogation room. Jane Rizzoli felt at home. Korsak sat to her right and Frost stood firm like a guard by the door. Her strong hands held an evidence bag that contained the weapon, she felt the weight and turned it over a few times to add some drama to the already building suspense. She liked making people nervous, but she really liked taking her time torturing dirtbags like the one sitting across from her.

"You have quite the knife collection, Mr. Stevenson. This one even tested positive for blood." She laid the dagger on the table in front of the fidgeting man. "I'm willing to bet that when the DNA results come back we'll have a match. Colette Stevenson." His eyes quickly jumped to meet hers before settling back down on the table. "Why did you do it?" The question hung in the air for a few long moments.

"Are you married, Detective?" He asked in a cold, even tone.

An image of Maura immediately flashed in her mind and a bitter taste overtook her mouth. "No. I'm not." Jane's skin began to crawl as she locked eyes with the man. Subconsciously her hand settled against her suit jacket, being grounded by the feel of the small box in her pocket.

"Then you wouldn't understand." He growled out.

"Make me." She barked out in challenge.

"To love someone so completely..." He choked on a laugh before continuing, "and to find out that you've been sharing them with hundreds, thousands of people? It was too much."

"So you did know about her Internet persona." Korsak added.

"I didn't. Not until a buddy at work showed me. It made me sick."

"So you killed your wife. The mother of your two girls." Jane didn't hide the disgust in her voice.

"What kind of mother is that?" The man began to shout. "She was supposed to be a role model! I couldn't have that around my children. A whore raising my daughters!" He stood up and Frost immediately pushed him back down.

"Why the stabbing? You fed her enough poison with her dinner to kill two of her. That wasn't enough?"

"She was too beautiful..."

"She was your wife! She trusted you!" Jane got in the man's face. Korsak put a hand on her shoulder to help calm her down. "Now your kids lost both parents and they'll have to live with knowing that you killed their mother." She turned to Korsak. "Get him out of here." Jane sat back and tried to tamp down her anger. No matter how many times she was faced with the gruesome truth of murder it still twisted her gut.

After the paperwork was done and Charles Stevenson was booked for the murder of Colette Stevenson, the detectives found themselves at their usual celebration spot. Jane, Korsak, and Frost occupied a booth in the Dirty Robber and drank in comfortable silence. Jane was painfully aware of the empty spot next to her. Maura should be here. Without her we wouldn't have solved this case. Though the surroundings felt as comfortable as home, Jane still felt incomplete, empty without the woman who usually occupied the space next to her, the small delicate hand that would rest gently on her thigh under the table. Jane laughed to herself as memories flooded her mind.

Jane and Maura shared a hearty laugh as the two men across from them argued. Jane's laughter quickly died in her throat as she felt a hand travel up her inner thigh. She turned to look at the dancing hazel eyes that were already trained on her face. The dark haired woman shifted in her seat and leaned to whisper in her girlfriend's ear.

"Are you trying to tell me you're ready to go home?" Jane looked into Maura's eyes. Her gaze only wavering once to look at the full lips that were begging to be kissed.

It was Maura's turn to whisper to Jane, only after allowing those very lips to graze the ear she spoke into. "No, Jane. I'm trying to tell you that I want you. Bad."

"Ok!" Jane clapped her hands together. "Guys, we're tired so we're gonna head out. This should cover us." Jane threw whatever cash she had in her pocket on the table and made her way out of her seat.

"We didn't even order drinks yet." Korsak just responded in confusion.

"Then this round is on Jane." Maura giggled and grabbed Jane's hand. She started pulling the taller woman towards the door. "Have a good night, gentlemen."

The men barely had a chance to respond before the women were already out the door. "Not as good of a night as they'll have." Frost laughed at Korsak as he collected the cash from the table and made his way to the bar.

The lovers barely made it home that night. And Jane spent several hours of the following afternoon at a jewelry store picking out the perfect ring.

Jane stood abruptly from the table and looked at her partners. "I gotta go." That was all she said as she raced out of the bar and got in her car. There was only one destination in mind, and the whole drive there she was praying that she wasn't too late.