Maura entered the BRIC and frowned deeply as she saw Jane's call list on the Wall. She drew her eyebrows together as she saw her number at the top.
Korsak looked over his shoulder and nodded,"Morning, Doc."
Maura stepped closer to him and looked questioningly at him. "Why did Jane dial my number yesterday when she went to BCU?"
Korsak looked confused at her and shrugged. "Maybe she wanted to tell you that she was going there on her own."
Maura suddenly felt sick and all the color drained from her face. "Oh God."
Frankie got up and frowned worried. "Maura, you alright? You are not about to deliver in the bullpen, right?"
Maura shook her head and braced herself on a table. "No. No, I just ... I just need to sit down for a minute."
Korsak grabbed Maura's elbow as she started to sway slightly. He led her to a chair and sat her down. "Easy, Doc.", he looked at Frankie. "Frankie, get the Doc a glass of water and call an ambulance. "
Maura shook her head and closed her eyes. "No. I don't need an ambulance, just ... just get me a glass of water please."
Frankie raised his eyebrows and looked at Korsak.
Korsak saw his expression and frowned too. "You're sure, Doc?"
Maura nodded and licked her lips. "Yes. It is just the stress. That's all."
Frankie shrugged and left the bullpen.
Korsak sighed and looked seriously at Maura. "I think you should see a Doctor."
Maura raised her eyebrows. "I am a Doctor. And I can assure you that I am fine. Just give me a few minutes to compose myself."
Korsak sighed again and nodded.
Maura took a deep breath and looked back at the Wall. "I didn't get called by Jane before she got kidnapped."
Korsak straightened up and cleared his throat. "Frankie said that Jane just dailed your number and hung up immediately. We are about to find out why she did that."
Maura nodded slowly and inhaled deeply. "Okay.", she looked back at the Wall. "Okay."
Korsak scrutinized her and drew his eyebrows together. "I would like to go through Foley's files. Maybe ..."
Cavanaugh stopped at the open door and entered the room. "Foley? Tim Foley was here?"
Korsak looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Yeah, a few days ago. He brought Jane his files from Simon and Anna who were suspects in a chain of murders in New York."
Cavanaugh looked confused at him. "How could he give Rizzoli files of a case? He hasn't worked for the NYPD for three years."
Korsak's mouth fell open and he looked in horror at Maura who had the same expression.
Maura sat the BRIC at a desk behind a stack of files and shook her head the whole time as she read through different medical reports. "Those medical reports are just humbug. They are nonsense."
Frankie looked at his monitor and checked all the purported eye witnesses. "Like the people that should have seen Simon and Anna. Actually, none of them exist."
"God damnit.", Cavanaugh said through clenched teeth.
Korsak looked at his supervisor. "Sean, you said that Foley isn't in law enforcement anymore. Why did he retire?"
Cavanaugh looked at him. "He didn't retire. He was discharged from the police service after he almost beat a suspect to death."
Frankie typed something into his keyboard and looked at the wall. "I got it, Lieutenant Timothy Foley got discharged from the police service after he had beaten a suspect named Brandon Koller while he questioned him."
Cavanaugh nodded slowly. "Yeah. Brandon was his daughter's ex-boyfriend. She said that Brandon had raped her - five years after the incident. The guys in New York found out that it was just some bullshit and that Donna, Foleys' daughter, said that for revenge because she couldn't accept the fact that Brandon had broken up with her after he met her best friend Cindy."
Maura typed something on her keyboard and looked at the Wall. "She is Anna."
Cavanaugh and Korsak looked also at the Wall and frowned.
Frankie stared at his sister in law and raised his eyebrows. "How did you ...", he paused and looked back at the Wall. "You know what? Never mind."
Maura smiled a little and frowned. "She has a medical record."
Frankie shrugged. "Well, even I have a medical record. Hell, even you have one."
Maura looked at Frankie. "I don't know about your medical record but mine doesn't say that I have delusions."
Cavanaugh smirked as he looked at the younger Rizzoli.
Korsak grinned and raised his eyebrows as he waited for Frankie's answer.
Cavanaugh cleared his throat and looked again at Maura. "What does that mean, Doc?"
Maura took a deep breath and raised her eyebrows. "Well, a delusion is a belief held with strong conviction despite superior evidence to the contrary. As a pathology, it is distinct from a belief based on false or incomplete information, confabulation, dogma, illusion, or other effects of perception. Delusions typically occur in the context of neurological or mental illness, although they are not tied to any particular disease and have been found to occur in the context of many pathological states both physical and mental. However, they are of particular diagnostic importance in psychotic disorders including schizophrenia, paraphrenia, manic episodes of bipolar disorder, and psychotic depression. Delusions are categorized into four different groups:Bizarre delusion: A delusion that is very strange and completely implausible; an example of a bizarre delusion would be that aliens have removed the reporting person's brain.
Non-bizarre delusion: A delusion that, though false, is at least possible, e.g., the affected person mistakenly believes that he is under constant police surveillance.
Mood-congruent delusion: Any delusion with content consistent with either a depressive or manic state, a depressed person believes that news anchors on television highly disapprove of him, or a person in a manic state might believe she is a powerful deity. Mood-neutral delusion: A delusion that does not relate to the sufferer's emotional state; for example, a belief that an extra limb is growing out of the back of one's head is neutral to either depression or addition to these categories, delusions often manifest according to a consistent theme. Although delusions can have any theme, certain themes are more common. Some of the more."
Frankie stood up and held a hand up. "Okay, okay. We got that. But how is it relevant?"
Maura looked at him and sighed as she thought for a moment. "To define delusional thinking of a specific patient, it is important to consult a local psychiatrist who can make a thorough examination before diagnosing the problem. Explaining the causes of delusions continues to be challenging and several theories have been developed. One is the genetic or biological theory, which states that close relatives of people with delusional disorder are at increased risk of delusional traits. Another theory is the dysfunctional cognitive processing, which states that delusions may arise from distorted ways people have of explaining life to themselves. Cavanaugh drew his eyebrows together. "Could that mean that Foley is not the danger but Donna?"
Maura looked at him and nodded slowly. "Yes."
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Jane dragged her eyes open. Her eyes and head hurt because she needed water. She growled as she realized that she hadn't had a nightmare, but that she really was in the basement. She looked at the door as it was slowly opened. She clenched her teeth as Donna entered the room with a broad smile. "You're awake again."
"It seem to entertain you.", Jane growled.
Donna walked next to the table and stopped at the Jane's hands. "I read a lot about you. You're kinda famous."
Jane huffed and tugged once more at the cords.
Donna chuckled at that again. "You were the youngest officer who was promoted to Detective. Very impressive. I also read about your encounters with the famous psychopath Charles Hoyt. "She took one of Jane's hands. "He did that, didn't he?"
Jane clenched hand to a fist. "Don't touch my hands.", she growled.
Donna nodded slowly. "You don't like it if someone touches your hands. I see. But I think you don't mind it when your wife touches them", she smiled as she saw Jane's tense expression. Then she took Jane's wallet from a table and opened it. She held up the picture of Maura and Alexis and shrugged. "The famous Dr. Maura Isles with your daughter Alexis. I have to confess that I was a little surprised when I found out that you're a dyke. I mean, you are Catholic. Is that right? How did your parents react? Were they shocked?"
Jane clenched her teeth and her facial muscles twitched. But she didn't answer the questions.
Donna sighed and threw the wallet back on the table. "I bet they were."
"You know nothing about me or my family", Jane barked.
Donna took a close look at her prey. "I know a lot more then you think. You want an example? I'll give you one. I know that Maura is pregnant again."
Pure rage explored in Jane's chest and she tugged so hard at the cords that the table lifted off the floor a little. "Don't you dare speak her name."
Donna laughed amused. "Would you like it if we bring Maura here too and take a closer look how your child is growing in her? Or shall we go and talk to your mother?"
Jane balled her hands into fists so that her knuckles turned white.
Donna sat down at the other table and sighed. "I always wanted to have a mother like yours. Mine always said I was the spawn of the devil."
"She wasn't that wrong, was she?", Jane replied. "Why don't you end this game and kill me right now. Or do you need Daddy's permission?"
Donna stared at her and started to laugh and that laugh turned into a hysterical one. But as fast as she started to laugh she immediately sobered and grabbed Jane tightly by her throat. "I don't need any permission from that idiot. If anyone needs permission then it's him."
Jane whimpered and breathed heavily as she stared into Donna' eyes.
Donna looked at the ceiling as a door opened and closed again and she released Jane's throat. "We're not done yet."
Jane watched as Donna left the basement then started to cough roughly. She took a deep breath and banged her head against the metal table.