Monday, 10:45 P.M.

The normally busy atmosphere of the homicide unit was even busier as Jane, Korsak, and Frost focused their attentions on gaining a lead with the scan amount of evidence they currently had to work with. All they had so far was a Jane Doe that danced professionally with her heart ripped out and a message written over her body in blood. She had worked with less on several cases before this but never had Jane had to deal with the possibility of finding a serial with so little to go on. As her hands typed quickly across the keyboard, Jane knew that there was nothing she could do except wait.

After several minutes of waiting, Korsak came from the operations room with an excited look on his face. "Got something."

Jane and Frost got up before Korsak could even finish and ran toward operations. Jane Doe and her identification were displayed upon the wall monitors. "Nice, you found the Doe's records. What have we got?"

The images on the computer zoomed in, focusing on the pictures that had been placed in the dead woman's database file. She was a beautiful young woman, alright. Jane could just imagine the media circus that a serial killer targeting beautiful women would create in a large metropolitan city like Boston. It would be chaos, pure and simple. And when the shit hits the fan, guess who's going to be left cleaning it up?

"The victim's name was Alina Bobrova, imported from Russia for Boston Ballet. Her identification card and passport states she arrived several months ago from the Mariinski Ballet Company in order to widen her repertoire, whatever that means. The woman was apparently big stuff in her home country given the fact that she had an official passport. Unless you're some kind of governmental bigwig, it's pretty rare for normal citizens of any country to get that kind of clearance." Korsak clicked through several pictures, stopping at a large image showing Bobrova dancing back in Russia. "We all realize the potential repercussions of this girl's death, right? As an isolated incident, a murder of a Russian girl on loan in US soil is, at the least, a PR nightmare for BPD, but if we take into account that this probably isn't going to be an isolated incident…we'll probably lose our jobs as the department tries to save face if we don't catch the serial before he escalates."

Jane leaned forward in her chair, tension making her fingers tingle like they were asleep. "This is going to be a mess. Is there any way we can keep the brass out of this? At least until we find a lead that we can run without the feds up our asses, rushing us and what not."

"Jane, I'm a sergeant, not a miracle worker. As soon as the captain catches wind that this is a potential serial, he's going to get involved whether you like or not." Korsak stated. "Let's just run this case like we normally do and deal with the politics when they come."

She knew that he was right, but it hardly made things easier to accept. Having the feds snooping around her case, no matter what their intentions were, was just a preliminary to having the case taken from her command under some stupid reasoning that boiled down to the fact that she was a woman with no juice. Nothing irritated her more than having a case taken from her, especially a name-making case like this one. But there was nothing she could do except hope that nothing happened that would get the governor involved. Shaking her head in a lame attempt to get the frustration out, she turned to Frost to hear his opinion.

"Frost," she sighed, returning her eyes back to Alina's picture displayed on the monitors. "Lay it out for me."

"Alina Bobrova was murdered by an unknown killer with high levels of intelligence. Her heart was found taken from her body but until we hear from Maura, that's hardly concrete but we do know for sure that she's dancing at the Boston Ballet on loan. It's as good a starting place as any." Frost said before a yawn signaled his growing exhaustion.

Before he could mask it, Korsak saw the detective's response and lifted his salt-and-pepper eyebrows in exaggerated shock. "What? Can't handle the pace, newbie?"

"I am not a newbie. I've been here for nearly a year now. It's just that I've been up for about 16 hours working that jewelry heist case." Frost looked pleadingly toward Jane for back-up, receiving nothing more than amused smile. "I'd really appreciate just a couple of hours of recharge."

"Not my call, Frost. I'm not a sergeant." she exaggerated, turning in her chair toward Korsak with a dirty look.

Seconds of uncomfortable silence spread through the room as Korsak tried, unsuccessfully, to ignore their pleading eyes. Jane knew the older detective would break eventually, and she was right.

"Fine," he said, throwing his hands up in annoyance. "Have a couple of hours off and come back in the morning. We'll head to Boston Ballet headquarters for questioning. Is that better for you?"

Frost enthusiastically nodded and Jane laughed before the vibration at her hip attracted her attention. She knew who it was even before looking, but that hardly changed the feeling of relief that overwhelmed Jane's emotions upon seeing her girlfriend's name displayed on the screen. Maura…

"You got something for me?" She asked, grabbing her coat and nodding her leave from the detectives. "Yeah, I'll be right down."