Jane sat at her desk and chewed on her thumbnail. She looked at her wife, who sat on a chair next to her desk, and sighed. "Anything suspicious?"
Maura read through Leon 's autopsy report and sighed. "You asked me that one minute ago. And I have the same answer, Jane, patience.."
Jane growled and slumped back in her chair. "You've been sitting here for half an hour giving me the same answers".
Maura looked up and smiled slightly. "Because for the last half an hour, you have asked me the same question every minuted". And if you wouldn't distop disturbing me every minute, I could read this report a lot faster."
Jane stared at Maura and raised an eyebrow. "Fine.", she finally grumbled.
Maura smiled cheerfully. "Fine.", she agreed and looked back in the file.
Frankie came back into the bullpen and sighed loudly.
Jane straightened up and looked hopefully at him. "Please tell me that at least you have something for me."
Frankie walked to the coffee maker and poured himself a cup of coffee. "I can tell you that I now know that I am a blue collar cop after I talked with the hotel manager."
"Welcome to my world.", Jane replied and stopped dead as Maura looked warningly at her. " Does Chris Wilson have an alibi?"
Frankie turned to her and nodded. "Yeah, and it's solid. He checked in last night and didn't leave the room until we called him in."
"Too bad. I would have loved it if I could have arrest this ...", she paused and smirked as Maura looked up again. "Nice, charming, well educated dork."
Maura chuckled and shook her head.
Jane turned her head back to her brother to say something stopped. "For heaven's sake. What is that awful ugly thing?"
Frankie looked at his cup. "A coffee mug?"
Jane pointed at the imprint. "But what is that?"

Maura looked at the cup and reached for it. She pointed at the imprint. "That, Jane, is The Night Watch. It's from Rembrandt. The painting may be more properly titled by its long since forgotten name The Company of Captain Frans Banning Cocq and Lieutenant Willem van Ruytenburch preparing to march out. In the 18th century the painting became known as the Night Watch. It is prominently displayed in the Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam, the Netherlands, as the best known painting in its collection. The Night Watch is one of the most famous paintings in the world."
Jane still looked disgusted. "It's still ugly. Even if it is from Rembrandt."

Maura handed the cup back to Frankie. "It just means that we need to go to art exhibitions more often."
Jane buried her face in her hands. "Jesus, I knew there was a reason to stay in bed today. First I fall asleep at the kitchen counter and my daughter decides to braid my hair so I look like a way too curly poodle and now my wife suggests that we go to art exhibitions."
Maura laughed amused and ran an hand over Jane's arm.
Frankie sipped his coffee, "Did Jane tell you that Cavanaugh almost caught her?"
Maura looked confused.. "Caught her in what?"
Jane groaned as she leaned back. "In calling him Ma's lover boy."
"You did not do that.", Maura laughed and looked amused at her wife.
Jane made a face. "I'm afraid I did. I ... I thought he was in court when Ma came up to ... see him. So I said that. I mean, who would have thought that hesnuck up behind me?"
Maura had to laugh harder. "Oh my God."
Frankie joined her and looked at his sister. "I had to save your sorry ass."
Jane looked warningly at him. "You didn't have to. I was fine on my own."
Frankie rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. You said something intelligent like 'Uh' when he wanted to know who you were talking about."
"And you came up with Lydia.", Jane laughed. But then she looked back at Maura. "So, Dr. Isles. Did you find something interesting that you would like to share with us?"
Maura tilted her head to the side then shook it. "It was an accident, that I can say. There weren't any signs of abuse or forced drowning. Leon wasn't murdered."
"You sure?", Jane asked with a frown and nodded slowly as she saw her wife's gaze. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry. Well ... Chris said that Aaron convinced Pamela that little Leon got killed."
Frankie pinned a photo of the grieving mother to the board. "All those so called mediums are pretty good con men. They all ask the right questions for the information they need to know. Little bastards.", he looked at Maura. "Sorry, Maura."
Maura shook her head and smiled.
Jane pointed at Pamela's picture. "And Pamela Wilson is a mother who lost her son by accident."
"I am the third Medical Examiner who confirm that.", Maura said.
Jane nodded slowly. "Yeah, so did the two who examined Leon but Aaron convinced Pamela that her son got killed in each season ... because Pamela is a great cash cow. And the poor woman wanted to know from Leon if he died by accident or if it really was an homicide. How foes that sound to you, Frankie?"
Frankie put down his mug. "It sounds like an really good reason to talk to Pamela Wilson."
Jane stood up and grabbed her jacket. "I agree. Let's go.", she looked at her wife. "You have anything to do downstairs?"
Maura shook her head. "No, it's a slow day."
"You want to come with us?"
"Why?"
Jane pointed slowly at herself. "Because ... I am Jane.", she pointed at Frankie. "And this is Frankie. And you are ... you. You are a woman who makes people feel comfortable. You said it yourself."
Maura looked long at her before she stood up. "Give me five minutes."
Jane looked after her wife and smiled at Frankie.

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Jane sat on a very comfortable couch and frowned. "Mrs. Wilson, we are here to investigate the murder of Aaron Jones. We already talked to your brother Chris and he mentioned that you were a client of him."
The young ash blonde woman nodded in agreement. "Through Aaron I had the opportunity to talk to my son Leon. On phone you said you would like to talk to me. I thought it would be about the murder of Leon."
Jane looked at Maura and sighed. "Mrs. Wilson, Dr. Isles is the Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth Massachusetts. She took a close look at the autopsy reports of Leon."
Pamela looked full of hope at Maura. "Did you found something that proves that Leon was killed?"
Maura took a deep breath and shook her head as she licked her lips. "I'm afraid I didn't. All signs confirm that Leon died by an accident. I'm sorry."
Pamela started to cry. "But Aaron said that my baby boy was killed. He knew everything. What Leon's favorite toy was, what he liked to wear and his favorite food. Those things only knew me and my family."
Jane nodded slowly. "Did you ever had the idea that Aaron could be a con man?"
Pamela closed her eyes and shook her head. "No.", she whispered. ?I was so sure that he was an medium. I mean, I know that people like me who believe in such things like that have to be careful because of all those men and women who just want the money. But with Aaron I was so sure. I feel like an idiot. Oh God, and know Chris knows that Aaron had tricked me. I will hear this for the rest of my life. I just ... I just wanted to know what happened."
Maura looked softly at her. "What happened with Leon?"
Pamela took a deep breath and wiped away the tears. "Leon and I were in the garden, it was a warm day. And then I went inside because the phone rang. I was away five minutes ... maximum ten. I always told Leon to stay away from that damn pool. As I came back in the garden I saw Leon drifting at the surface of the water, with his face down. I ... we pulled him out and did CPR but it was too late."
Jane drew her eyebrows together. "Who is we?"
"Me and Peter.", Pamela said. "He is ... he was my landscaper."
"And you told Aaron about Peter?", Jane wanted to know.
Pamela just nodded in agreement.
Jane licked her lips and looked knowingly at Frankie, who made notes.
Frankie cleared his throat. "Mrs. Wilson, we would like to talk to Peter. Where can we find him?"
Pamela took a deep breath to sooth her nerves. "In the house for the employees. But he's not here right now. I can tell him that you'd asked for him when he's back."
Jane raised her eyebrows. "You'd let him stay here even you thought that he killed your son?"
Pamela looked long at her. "He didn't knew were to go. I still have a heart, Detective Rizzoli."
Frankie exchanged confused gazes with Jane and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry but we need to know where you were this morning."
Pamela took a deep breath again. "I was at my brother's house. With my sister in law. Nadine can confirm that."

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Frankie walked down the stairs of the front porch and blinked against the sun. "Did she seemed like a crazy woman to you?"
Jane sighed loudly. "Beside the fact that Pamela gave a roof over the potential murderer of her son head? No. But I am interested in what Peter will tell us."
"Because?"
"Because hehe gone through hell as Pamela begged to investigate Leon's murder."
Frankie grinned and tapped the tip of his nose as he opened the back door of Jane's car.
Jane smirked and sat down on the driver's seat.