Jane slumped into her chair and groaned. She winced as a stack of papers got dropped on her desk. She looked up at Frankie and frowned. "What the hell is that?"
Frankie pointed at the stack. "That's all the feedback that wasn't so friendly."
Jane looked over the first page and read through it. She looked up in surprise. "Well, well, well. Our popular ghost whisperer isn't as popular as we thought he was."
Korsak walked to her desk and grabbed some pages. "Not at all."
Jane leaned back in her chair and sighed heavily. "And I hoped that this case would be an easy one."
"Would you be interested then?" Frankie asked her and Korsak looked curiously at her.
Jane drew her eyebrows together. "What? You are asking me if I would be interested in a simple, plain murder. Of course I would. It's my job."
Frankie smirked and walked back to his desk.
Jane shook her head. "Can we just go through those papers? Thank you."
Korsak walked back to his desk.
A few hours later Jane rubbed her forehead and sighed. "Dear Lord. I thought we could narrow down the number of suspects but instead it increased. There are threats upon threats. Shall we arrest half of Boston?"
Korsak scratched his chin and shook his head. "Not half of Boston but maybe a third."
Jane laughed. "Ha ha ha, very funny, Sergeant."
Korsak chuckled and went back to his task.
Jane stood up.
Frankie looked confused at his sister. "Where are you going?"
Jane looked at him and took a deep breath. "I'm going down to the morgue."
Frankie grinned and looked at Korsak who pressed his lips together so he couldn't start to laugh.
Jane left.
She entered Maura's office and closed the door behind her.
Maura looked up surprised. . "Jane, what are you doing here?"
Jane walked straight to her, pushed her hands up against the wall and had a look in her eyes that made Maura feel like she was prey. " I need a distraction."
Maura gasped in surprise as she was pulled into her wife's body. "Jane, we're at work.", she whispered.
Jane shrugged as she stared into Maura's eyes. "That makes it more exciting."
Jane kissed Maura passionately and Maura didn't need to think twice about whether she would return it.

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Maura adjusted her skirt and ran her hands over the front of her blouse while Jane buckled her belt. "Jane, what happened to our agreement that we wouldn't have sex at work?"
Jane put the holster back on her belt and shrugged. "We've been abstinent long enough during your pregnancy and after it. I have to make up for lost time."
"At work on the floor of my office?", Maura asked skeptically.
"Why are you complaining?", Jane replied. "You always say that sex is good stress relief."

Maura sat back behind her desk again and briefly closed her eyes. "I'm not complaining and yes, I say that. But you surprised me. Normally you're reserved at work."

Jane sighed and licked her lips. "No. No, it isn't only that."
Maura looked softly at her wife. "Jane, then what is it?"
Jane exhaled sharply and slumped down on Maura's couch. She held two fingers up. "It's been two days ... three days since we've had incredible sex, and I really don't care where we have it."
"I have to agree.", Maura said and smiled softly. But then she began to frown as she saw Jane's expression. "What's bothering you? Is it the sex?"
Jane leaned forward and took a deep breath. "No, not at all. I enjoy it like I used to enjoy it before we had the kids ... and ..." she paused. "Every time I'm alone with you it feels like when it was just the two of us. And ... somehow, I miss that time. And then I feel bad because that means that I regret that we decided to have children."
Maura started to understand and stood up. She walked to the couch and sat down next to Jane. "Do you regret it, Jane?"
Jane sat up straight. "Of course not, Maura.", she said scandalized. "I love our children. It's just ... it's just that now I have to share you. There is Al and the babies and we are just Mommy and Mama and we can't be just Maura and Jane at home that often anymore. I love it when I can hear you moan out loud, but it seems impossible at home because we have to be careful or have to wait until the kids are away. And it makes me feel bad and I think I'm selfish because of those thoughts that I want us to be just Maura and Jane again. Just for a few hours. Because I miss you."
Maura took a deep breath as she nodded slowly. "Those thoughts don't make you be a bad person, Jane. And I can tell you that I miss you too. How it sound if once a week we take an evening for ourselves, without the kids, and spend it together. We can go to a restaurant or to a movie, we can book a hotel room. We can ask your family if they can watch them, and do whatever we want as loudly as we want.. Does that sound good to you?"
Jane sighed heavily. "I guess."
Maura took Jane's hand in her own. "We don't have to decide now. It was just an idea. But think about it."
Jane nodded slowly and gave her wife a kiss. "Okay. I should go up again before Korsak and Frankie send a search party for me."
Maura nodded and forced herself to smile. She looked after her wife and released a heavy sigh.

Frankie looked up when he heard the familiar sound of boots. "I was about to send a search party to the morgue. What took you so long?"
Jane sat down in her chair and rubbed her forehead. " I just needed to talk about something with Maura."
"Or did you need to ..." another Detective laughed, but he sobered as Jane threw a glare at him.
"Finish that sentence and you won't be able to talk anymore." Jane growled.
Korsak chuckled as he looked at the other man and Frankie grunted as he stifled a laugh.
Jane pressed her lips together to suppress a proud grin. She knew she still had it. This little frightening spark that she worked so hard to master in order to earn the respect she got from her male colleagues. She still had this spark even though Maura and her mother always said that she was whipped by her wife. Jane took a deep breath. "Anything new since I was downstairs?"
Korsak shook his head to answer the question.
Frankie pointed at three different stacks of papers. "We decided to sort the comments out. From 'bullshit' to 'could be' and finally 'potential threat'. I think we got somewhere."
Jane ran a hand through her hair. "That's good."
An Officer looked into the bullpen. "Detective Rizzoli?"
Jane turned from the desk and looked at him. "Yeah?"
"There's a man here who wants to talk to you."
Jane gave him the sign to send the man in. as a man her age with a bald head entered the bullpen, she stood up. "I'm Detective Jane Rizzoli."
The man twisted his cap in his hand nervously. . "Peter Duncan. Pamela Wilson sent me because you wanted to talk to me about Aaron."
Jane looked at him and then at Korsak. "Uh ... yes. Yes, we asked for you when we went to Mrs. Wilson's house. Would you mind following me? I have a few questions."
Peter shook his head. "Not at all."
Korsak stood up from his chair and followed the two of them.

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Jane sat at the metal table and stared at Peter. "Do you know why we want to talk to you?"
Peter nodded slowly. "Because Aaron got killed."
"He was poisoned, actually.", Jane said with a frown. "With potassium cyanide. We heard that you were investigated because you were suspected of abusing and drowning her son Leon. Aaron gave her that hint in one of his séances."
Peter snorted and shook his head. "And now you think that I killed him because of that?"
Korsak looked up. "Did you?"
Peter smiled kinda sadly. "Hell no. Aaron was an asshole, but I would never kill him just because he had a vendetta against me."
Jane rubbed her nose with the back of her left index finger. "Well, but a vendetta sounds like a pretty good motive to me."
"He was my brother.", Peter said emphatically.
"What?" Jane and Korsak said in unison as they looked at him puzzled. Peter took a deep breath and took the wallet out of his worn jeans. He opened it and took out what appeared to be a childhood photo.. It showed him and Aaron Jones at the age of thirteen. "My half brother, to be precise. I'm the bastard that was created by a one night stand of his father. Aaron's mother found out about his ... indiscretion and left Aaron's dad. My mother and Aaron's mom became friends after they exchanged embarrassing details about Steven's ... uh ..."
"Yes.", Korsak said. "Yes, we got that. Anyway, just because you and Aaron are related doesn't prove you're free from guilt."
Peter took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I know. But if one of us would have had a reason to kill the other, it would have been Aaron."
Jane studied Peter's face. "Why?"
Peter ran a hand over his unshaved cheek and licked his lips. "Because I revealed Aaron's true colors to Pamela. I told her that Aaron was a con man, that he had no supernatural skills. That Aaron grabbed every chance he got to earn money as long as he didn't have to do a full day's work. I begged her to stop joining his so called sessions but she didn't listen to me. And suddenly one day", he snapped his fingers. "Bang, you guys show up and accuse me of murdering him. Two Medical Examiners confirmed that Leon probably fell into the pool as he played and drowned by accident. Two. But Aaron convinced Pamela that it was a murder. And why did Aaron do that? Because I was a threat. I could cost him the best money cow that he ever had."

Jane slowly shoved a paper toward him. "So, you were the one that laid the foundation of this shit storm."
Peter read through the document and nodded. "Guilty. Arrest me."
"Don't tempt me.", Korsak replied.
Peter sighed heavily. "Listen, I did this because I wanted to put a stop to Aaron's game. Aaron ... Aaron was an idiot that misused other people. So I am not surprised that someone decided to kill him. It was just a matter if time until that happened."
Jane briefly closed her eyes. A headache started in the back of her head. It was a headache she knew that wouldn't go away until the next morning. "Where were you when Aaron got killed?"
Peter pointed at Korsak's notepad. "Can I have that?"
Korsak turned the notepad to a blank page and shoved it and, his pen to him. "Sure."
Peter wrote something down, turned it to Jane, and tapped step by step at the notes. "This is the name of my boyfriend, his address and his phone number. Check it."
Jane concentrated on it. "Don't ..."
"Leave the city.", Peter finished the sentence. "I'm quite familiar with that. I will be in Boston in case you have more questions."

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Jane slumped on the mattress and rubbed her temples. "I wish Aaron's murder would turn into a chain of serial killings."
Maura laid down on her side and looked with a frown at her wife. "No, you don't."
Jane sighed and stared at the ceiling. "No, I don't. But then I would know why my head is throbbing."
Maura kissed Jane's lips gently. "Because you, Jane Rizzoli, are as incapable of stopping your thinking as I am."
Jane scrutinized Maura's eyes and smiled softly. "Yes, I am."
"I know a good treatment to stop your headache."
Jane chuckled amused. "You would let me pleasure you even if you're not in the mood?"
"I would do anything for you as long as you feel comfortable."
Jane pulled her wife to her and laid Maura's head gently on her chest. "But I want that you to feel comfortable too. And now I just want to hold you."
Maura smiled and wrapped her left arm around Jane's middle. "I love you, Jane."
Jane smiled peacefully and closed her eyes as she stroked Maura's head. "I love you too, baby."