Wednesday, 10:45 P.M.
Their romantic candlelit dinner finished, Jane returned back to the homicide unit, refreshed and motivated to continue onward with getting a confession from Yuri. Despite their lack of evidence, she knew there had to be something that they could use against him but Jane was at a loss to what that may be. The bodies were clean, the crimes scenes were spotless with the lack of DNA, and they couldn't look in his condo until they had probable cause to his involvement in the murders. But, they couldn't prove involvement until the techies were allowed to get in the condo. I know that he has something in his place. The bastard is far too confident to hide anything and that confidence is going to be his downfall.
Jane's computer binged for her attention as she tried to maintain appearing to be busier than she actually was. Korsak had just started his rounds with Yuri in the interrogation room as Frost ran up to the brunette's desk with Frankie Rizzoli, Jane's brother, in tow. Their excitement was sickening to watch, even though she was immensely curious to know what all of the fuss was about.
"What's up, fellas?" Jane asked tiredly, sarcasm dripping from her words. "Let me guess, you two have successfully created a joint-custody program for the Guardian Chogie doll?"
"Action figure," Frost and Frankie shouted at the same time before their eyes narrowed at each other. Frankie, ignoring Frost, returned his focus back to his sister. "Actually, we found a body."
Jane's eyebrow rose, her hand running through her tangled mass of loose brown curls. "There are a lot of bodies in Boston, Frankie, being just a little bit more specific will go a long way."
"We found another body, a dancer, in your suspect's condo. CSU has yet to do any specific testing but the assistant coroner says that the victim's injuries match up to Maura's notes on the other three. But, more importantly, the woman is alive, Jane. When we found her, she was disoriented and bruised, but in much better shape than the other victims." Frankie said eagerly, turning to Frost.
"We've had her in our custody for the last hour and she's talking, about everything." The young African-American detective stated, grabbing his smartphone from his pocket, he began to read from the lighted screen. "Ekaterina Kursinka claims that she was asked by the suspect to have lunch at his condo today for, what she assumed, the upcoming production of "Don Quixote". He tied her to the bed and kept mumbling about someone named Matryona. When we asked her about if she had any knowledge of who Matryona was, she became over-emotional. I had to stop the interview, it was so bad. After Ekaterina calmed down, she told me that she had been in an intimate relationship with the woman nearly ten years ago."
Jane was already up and out of her seat, walking toward the interrogation room. "So how did we not notice her when we were at his condo earlier? Is she sure she saw Yuri doing all of this?"
Frost nodded his thanks to Frankie before he left, leaving the detective to go racing behind his partner. "The bedroom is situated away from the door, obscured. She was unconscious as well so she couldn't call out to us and yes, she is positive about Yuri's role in all of this."
"Please tell me this was a legal search." she commanded, looking back at Frost with bright eyes. "Or did you just 'happen' to be walking by and 'heard' a suspicious voice?"
"Legal, one-hundred percent," he said. "Lieutenant called in some favors with a judge. Apparently, the judge was going to say no to the Loo but once he mentioned your name, he lightened up and immediately agreed to sign the warrant. I think someone has an admirer…"
Jane knocked on the door leading to interrogation, announcing her presence to Korsak. "Shut-up. The last thing I need in my life is an inappropriate relationship with a man who has a law degree."
"I don't think Maura would appreciate it either." Frost mused, causing Jane's mouth to drop for a brief second in shock.
"What…did you just say?"
"I didn't mean anything by it," he said playfully, a smile crossing his lips. "It's obvious that you and Maura have gotten closer in the past couple of months and everyone knows that relationships can make a friendship strained. I don't know how many men would be happy about their girlfriend having a candlelit dinner with a beautiful woman like Maura."
If she had been in this situation just a couple of days ago, Jane would have confronted her partner with a sarcastic response, but she had grown for the better. So what if he knows, he'll figure it out soon enough when I move into her place…or maybe she should move into my place? No, that wouldn't work. Her boxes of shoes would fill the entire kitchen. Where would we eat, on the floor with the dog? Not to mention, we would have to find the bed underneath her ever increasing mountain of expensive designer collections and Bass shuts down upon the slightest change in his environment, which Maura is ever so quick to point out whenever Step-Mommy Jane has to baby-sit.
The brunette's face shifted from shock to nonchalance as her arms crossed across her chest. "Do you have something you want to say, detective?"
"Yeah, I do," he whispered with a serious face. Tension developed between the two detectives as they squared off, but, as quick as the moment had arisen, it evaporated away leaving nothing but pure joy directed toward his partner. Frost's face broke into a beaming smile. "I knew something was up when I saw the two of you all cuddled up in her office earlier after I finished my shift with Captain Silence. I'm so happy for the two of you. You're good for each other. Since you two are together…do you think you could maybe convince her to let me drive her Aston? Hell, I'll even go for just sitting in it."
A blush colored her cheeks as Korsak came out of interrogation, annoyance clearly evident on the older man's face. "Please save me from this man. He makes me feel like I'm inconveniencing him or something."
"We got him, Korsak. This guy is as guilty as sin for at least attempted murder. I'll take something over nothing. Frost will catch you up to speed while I finally collar this guy, once and for all." She walked past the detective, entering the interrogation room with handcuffs in hand. Catching Jane's scent in the air, Yuri opened his eyes, catching Jane's eyes with obvious submission.
"Came back for more, Ms. Rizzoli?" He asked before lowering his gaze toward the water filled plastic cup on the table.
"Get up," she barked, crossing the distance that separated the two of them, grabbing his arm to force the motionless man out of the seat. "Ekaterina Kursinska. You know her, right? Of course you do, she was found in your condo. The woman was unconscious, bruised, and dehydrated but alive. Looks like you didn't have a chance to finish before you were caught."
Yuri's hands played in his pants pockets with barely noticeable movement, the detective focused on nothing else but collaring the man for the murder of three women and an attempted murder of another. I could care less on why he did what he did, which is going to be a miserable job for his defense attorney. He broke the law. That's all that matters.
"Hardly, Ms. Rizzoli. Ekaterina…I wanted to make her my coda but I couldn't do it. Her eyes were like Matryona's for that brief second before I could kill her. In that moment, I saw it, the reason why my sister could manage to get her heart broken by a woman. Kindred spirits…soul-mates, whatever you Americans call it, it is idiotic of me to ignore the connection my sister had with that woman. Despite my earlier plans, I couldn't take her life, leaving the performance unfinished. For the first time since she had died, I felt a true connection to my sister. I will forever cherish those few moments. But," he muttered to himself, eyes blinded, all former intensity lost, "all of the things I did to achieve one last farewell performance to my sister shall not go to waste. Dear sister, you and I made such a beautiful Odette and Siegfried, but it is time…time for us to ascend to our true happiness together in Paradise."
Pushing away from the brunette detective with a surprising amount of force, Yuri pulled a syringe filled with a toxic brew of purple fluid as his eyes became wild with excitement. In slow motion, Jane struggled to get up from the cold cement floor and process what she should have seen coming. Damn it, why didn't we search him more vigorously when he came in?
"To our eternal pas de deux, Matryona," he exclaimed bewilderedly as the syringe of atropine was thrust into his neck, each milligram of the liquid flooding his veins. His lithe body fell quickly, eyes rolling upward before being shuttered for the last time.
Standing up, the harried brunette detective rushed toward the emergency red button, quickly pushing it before running back to Yuri's now prone, vacant frame. "Damn it, you can't die yet."
But it was far too late and Jane knew it. Endless buzzing echoed both inside and outside the small room as the emergency alert continued to ring. Paramedics charged into the space, pushing Jane back and out of the room, leaving her alone and frustrated. We won. He confessed, the good guys won, but I hate that he committed suicide in exchange for my victory. That's no way to win, it can't be. What a hollow victory this was.