Jane sat at her desk and massaged her temples. She had hoped that a visit at Chris Wilson's lover's house would bring some light into the dark corners of this case, but instead the visit had just complicated it more. She took a deep breath and a large sip if her water. The leads were like the large symbol of the infinity. It always came back to Pamela Wilson. Peter already said that she hadn't asked the right questions at the beginning of their investigation. Maybe she was still asking the wrong questions. Something wasn't right. She could feel it deep down in her gut.

Korsak came to her and looked at her without an word.

Jane slowly raised her eyes and frowned. "What?"

"You look like shit." he said.

Jane smiled sarcastically. "Well, thank you. You have also seen better days."

Korsak rolled his eyes and sighed. "Go home, Jane. We can't do anything until tomorrow."

"Did you get Frankie out of here the same way?" Jane asked and leaned back in her chair.

Korsak raised his eyebrows. "It worked, didn't it?"

Jane sighed and shook her head. "I'm going to figure out what still feels odd about this case and then I'll go home."

Korsak grabbed her at the elbow and pulled her to her feet. "You can figure it out on your way home. Didn't you wife order you to stop at the grocery so you could buy zwieback for your sick daughter?"

Jane made a face and grabbed her jacket as she looked at her watch. "Shit. You've won this round. But we're not done here."

Korsak smirked and shut down his own computer. "See you tomorrow for the next round."

Jane raised her hand as she walked out of the bullpen.

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Maura sat at the kitchen island and read her magazine as the front door opened and a tired looking Jane entered the house with a brown paper bag. She stood up and took the bag as Jane looked the door. "You look exhausted."

Jane stopped and turned to her wife. "I love you too."

Maura rolled her eyes and carried the items into the kitchen. "Are you hungry? Shall I make you a sandwich?"

Jane took off her jacket and hung it on the coat hook. "No, I already had one. I need something steaming hot. I'm sure we have some leftovers from the last night's dinner with Ma or I'll order pizza."

Maura looked into the bag and had to chuckle. "Jane, I said we needed one packet of zwieback not the grocery's whole supply."

Jane smiled and sat down at the island. "I thought it would be better if we had our own supply because we have three children."

Maura rounded the island and stood close to her wife. "And so you can sneak out of the bed in the middle of the night and eat half of a pack."

Jane smirked and shrugged before she wrapped an arm around Maura's waist. "That too. I bought something for you."

Maura looked in the bag again and gasped in surprise. "Jane, that was absolutely unnecessarily."

Jane shrugged and smiled a little. "I know, but I thought I would do something nice for you since you decided to stay home with sick Alexis and the other two little monsters. So I drove to your favorite wine shop and bought this Chateau de la bla bla. And I actually can promise you that if you drink it, no one will end up in the morgue and you won't be drugged or end up in prison."

Maura laughed and stepped between her wife's legs. She put her hands on Jane's shoulders and kissed her gently. "Thank you. For the wine and all those promises."

Jane grinned and kissed her again. "You're more than welcome."

Maura stepped away and took a wine glass out of the cabinet. "You want a glass too?"

Jane shook her head and sighed. "No, thank you. Would you please hand me an beer from the fridge?"

"Of course.", Maura said, opened the fridge and handed Jane a bottle of cold beer. She opened the new wine bottle and poured herself a glass. "So, how's the case going?"

Jane sipped the beer and huffed annoyed. "Awful. We found out that Chris Wilson had an affair with a man named Mel Warner and that Chris shut Mel up because if Chris wife found out that he had an affair she would make sure that Chris ended up as poor as a church mouse. Turns out, they have a hard clause in their prenup which he forgot to mention. Oh, did I mention that Aaron knew about the affair and that Pamela had threatened to kill him a week before he actually got killed?"

Maura sipped her wine and wrinkled her nose at the description of how her wife's day was. "That's more confusing than it was in the beginning."

Jane sipped her beer and nodded. "Exactly.", she paused and looked at Maura. "And how was your day? The twins didn't go to wild, did they? And how is Alexis?"

Maura put down her glass and shrugged. "It was smooth. The twins had fun in the garden with Jo Friday, and Alexis complained about it because she had to stay in her bed. So, she will be fine again in a short time."

Jane drew her eyebrows together and grunted. "Tomorrow I will stay at home."

"No, you won't.", Maura chuckled amused.

Jane smirked and rolled her bottle between her hands. "No, I won't. What did you eat for dinner?"

Maura sipped her wine and frowned. "I made myself a Cobb salad after I put the kids to bed. Why?"

Jane pulled the corners of her mouth downward and shrugged. "If there's any left, do you think, I can have it?"

Maura raised her eyebrows. "I thought you wanted something steaming hot for dinner. Now you want a greasy pizza."

Jane pointed at her wife. "Just because word 'salad' in your dinner it doesn't automatically mean that it is healthy. As far as I know Cobb salad contains bacon and eggs and feta cheese and sugar and chicken breast. And I am too lazy to call the pizza guys."

Maura rolled her eyes and opened the fridge again. "Tomorrow you need to eat something warm."

Jane smiled as Maura put the bowl in front of her. "I will do that tomorrow morning. I will eat a lot of scrambled eggs and bacon. I promise."

Maura hit Jane's arm and Jane winced but smiled devilishly. She knew she was right.

Maura rolled her eyes and sipped her wine.

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Jane sat with Korsak in a conference room and looked at the dark haired woman in front of her. "Thank you for coming in today, Mrs. Wilson."

"O'Connor, please.", the woman said.

Jane looked at her confused. "Excuse me?"

"I didn't take the name Wilson. I kept my maiden name." the wife of Chris Wilson said clinically."And I am so happy I did."

Korsak cleared his throat. "So ... did you know Aaron Jones?"

Joan O'Connor briefly raised her eyebrows and nodded. "Yes, mainly from his advertising but I also met him a couple of times?"

"You were a client of his too?" Korsak wanted to know and looked at her surprised.

Joan laughed as though she was amused and shook her head. "No. No, I wasn't. I don't believe in something like that. I mean if someone does believe in things like spiritual things I don't care. Everybody is free to believe in whatever they want. I believe in the here and now, in this world. However, I got to know Aaron after Chris had invited him over for dinner. Just him Aaron and Mel, Chris' ... business partner."

Jane stared at her and searched Joan's face for the answer to the next question. "You sound like you don't believe that your husband and Mel Warner are just business partners."

Joan sipped her water and frowned. "I don't. I know that they aren't just business partners. I mean what grown man shares a hotel room with his friend on a business trip? I've known for a while that my husband was just playing the straight man. I don't want to talk about how we have sex ... when we have sex."

Jane felt the urge to gag but resisted it. She took a deep breath and briefly looked at Korsak. "So you knew that Chris had an affair with Mel? Did Aaron tell you that?"

Joan shook her head and leaned forward. "No, he didn't need to. I found out by myself. Even Aaron said to me that he want to tell me something. I am sure that Aaron wanted to tell me about Chris' affair."

"How did you find out about Mel and Chris?" Korsak asked.

Joan took a deep breath and raised her eyebrows as she looked at her hands. It was clear that the way she had found out about her husband's same sex affair was embarrassing her. "My husband has the habit of recording everything he does in the bedroom. And it seems that he even doesn't care with whom he does it in the bedroom. Anyway ... we use the same computer at home. I had to do some work on it and I found a cd in the drive. I checked it to see if it held important data. And then I saw private porn of my husband and Mel Warner. That's how I found out."

Jane looked surprised at Korsak and cleared her throat. "Why didn't you say anything to Chris about being aware of his affair? You had nothing to lose."

Joan smiled knowingly and leaned back in her chair. "Oh, you're talking about our prenup." she said and sighed as Jane nodded in agreement."Well, I don't know what made me have a prenup when Chris asked me to marry him, but a tiny little voice warned me that he just needed a good source of money to keep himself in business. And I was a good source."

Jane drew her eyebrows together. One question was on the tip of her tongue. "When you realized all those things about your husband ... Why didn't you leave him?"

"He wasn't always self-righteous asshole that he is now, Detective Rizzoli.", Joan answered with a small smile. "When we first got to know each other he was charming and obliging. But that changed when his business crashed. Then he became the opportunist he is today. And after his source of money also dried up, he absolutely isn't himself anymore."

Korsak looked questioningly at Joan. "What do you mean?"

Joan shrugged and licked her lips. "I handed him the divorce papers, Sergeant Korsak. After that he totally freaked out. Shouted that Aaron had told me about Mel and that Aaron would pay for that."

Jane stared at her and folded her hands as she put them on the table. "You said that Chris' business had crashed. What does he do for a living?"

Joan forwned confused. "He's an realtor."

Korsak looked over the rim of his glasses. "Is it possible that Chris leased the studio in which Aaron worked and lived to Aaron?"

Joan shrugged and nodded. "Yes, that's possible. He had a lot of real estate in that area."

Jane frowned deeply. "Would it be possible for you to get us his client list?"

Joan pressed her lips together and sighed. "I'm sorry, but Chris keeps all of his contacts and important business papers in his office. I'm afraid that I can't help you with that, Detective Rizzoli."

Jane exhaled loudly and smiled at the woman. "It's okay. You already helped us a lot, Mrs. O'Connor. Thank you very much."

Joan smiled back and nodded a little.

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Jane stood in the bullpen and pointed at the picture of Chris Wilson. "No matter how hard we try to get away from Chris Wilson he always comes back into our focus. He's been described as impulsive by his wife. His business crashed and his money dried up. And he thought that Aaron Jones was the reason that Joan O'Connor filed the divorce papers. I want to know if he was the one who leased this damn studio for Aaron. We need the damn warrant for his office."

"Frankie is already on it.", Korsak said as he walked to the board and pointed at Pamela Wilson. "He was angry because he wanted his sister to stop to visiting Aaron. Money was his argument. Do you think that he wanted to misuse his sister as a money source but Aaron convinced her that he had a strong connection with her dead son? So she threw her money to Aaron instead of helping out her brother."

Jane stared at the board and sighed. "All we have is the motive. But do we have the opportunity or the execution?"

Korsak drew his eyebrows together and looked at her. "Maybe he hired someone."

Jane crossed her arms over her chest. "Then it has to be someone who can get potassium cyanide."

"Don't forget that Chris Wilson is an realtor. In that business you meet a lot of people from different occupations."

Jane slowly nodded in agreement. "If we have the contact list from Chris' office we should compare it to the list of the medium's clients. And we should take a look at Pamela's bank accounts. If Chris is bankrupt he needs money. And I am sure he'd tap his sister's account because she wouldn't recognize what he was using it for.", she looked at him and grinned broadly. "Would you call that a hot lead?"

Korsak matched her grin as he sat down at his chair. "I would call it a burning hot lead."

Jane was still grinning as she focused her gaze on Chris Wilson's photo. "I thought so."