''Saffron was sedated with neural inhibitors and muscle relaxants mixture of atracurium, doxacurium chloride unlike the last victim whom had Demerol in her system except Claudia Davenport.'' Maura had performed the autopsy on their latest victim.

''Jane I've run the fingerprint on the coloured contact lens' in Saffron's eyes and nothing yet, but on the locket…there was a match in the system.'' Showing the evidence bag containing the beautiful carved locket, heart shaped with a raised tear.

Jane's dark brows furrowed. ''Who's Maura?''

Maura showed her who. ''Jane, I've tested twice, it is a match, I am as certain as one to Alpha Centauri that the print matches Dt. Sachs.''

Great. Detective Andy Sachs was the main suspect. Who hadn't been seen since this morning? Wonderful police work Rizzoli why didn't you offer to pack for Sachs and drive her to JFK for a flight to Aruba.

Jane Rizzoli paced back and forth, had thought it very strange the way Sachs left in a hurry at the crime scene, this morning. Talking it out to herself.

''Sachs did work for Miranda Priestly once as her assistant, would know her routine. What motive? They both don't like one another very much. Yet Sachs is always watching her. Stalker.''

Gacy and Bundy seemed like nice individuals too.

Sachs was a like a smiling girl scout. Yup serial killer.

It fit.

Maura's soft eyes widened, snorting. '' Oh please Jane no, Dt. Sachs looks at Miranda Priestly not with intention of harming her, far from it. Her intricate micro expressions show arousal, affection and Andy Sach's pupils dilate and she displays a genuine smile that cannot be faked. ''

''Huh Maur?''

''In Micro expressions, a real smile no one can fake, Andy Sachs is attracted to Miranda Priestly.'' Jane snickered. Talk about the odd couple personified.

''So Sachs wants to hook up with Ms Well-heeled Icy for... Still doesn't exclude Sachs maybe wanting to kill Priestly, her fingerprint is on a locket found on Saffron's body.'' Jane stated reasonably.

''Saliva found on the thread of the gown is male. From threading a needle, Jane.'' Maura confirmed.

''Jane Clementine Rizzoli, Detective Sachs is damaged not unlike you after Hoyt. She is not our killer.'' Maura met her friend, lover's eyes.

''What are you not telling me Maura?''

Maura took from her bag, a full file handing it to Rizzoli. ''I analysed Detective Sachs psychological profile and police record, I like to study who I work with purely in behavioural observation. Compare similarities and anomalies. Detective Sachs is very complex. Fascinatingly.''

Maura spoke as if psychometric testing her fellow work colleagues was fun and light bed time reading for her.

Jane balked had Maura analysed her. Opening the thick file begrudgingly, Jane didn't doubt Maura probably had studied her too, she began to read the file.

Conyers Farm, Stephen's Estate

Blue eyes stared in disbelief at who was with Andréa.

''Mother.''

Liat Princhek greeted her daughter brusquely. ''Good Miri you may have forgotten your name but not that I am your mother.''

Andy liked the name.''Miri.'' Have to use it.

''Six.''

Andy grinned at Nigel here. Maybe it wasn't all family time. It was Labor Day in a few days. When Andy had driven up, Emily who'd directed her to Miranda and Stephen's little place. It was a huge estate.

Stephen came up alongside Miranda. ''Andréa isn't it.'' Extended his hand to shake.

''Stephen. We didn't meet last time under good circumstances.'' Andy gave a forced smile, shook hands. ''There's been a development. I think you'll need to sit down. Miranda.''

''Andy!'' Cassidy and Caroline greeted her exuberantly.

Miranda swallowed. Gave Andy a look to explain herself. Andy dropped the hug.

Nigel noticed, ''Come on kiddos lets help Emily and your grandmother here with her bags.''

Miranda frostily introduced, her twins only knew James's parents as Grandparents. '' Mother, since you've only seen them twice as babies. This is Cassidy and Caroline.''

Cassy studied the old woman as Caroline beamed intrigued. ''You're Mom's mom.''

''Yes that I am and both of you are so beautiful, call me Grand-mère.'' Liat Princhek was similar to Miranda hard to read. Andy gathered Miranda and her were estranged.

Andy stepped into the study with Stephen and Miranda.

''Why didn't you tell me you were going on holiday Miranda! That was beyond stupid and careless in the middle of this investigation. Do you have a death wish.''

Andy was about to also launch angrily into Miranda that she should have told her Saturday at breakfast her travel plans.

Miranda balked at Andréa's tone. ''I left a message with your partner Dom.'' Andy looked weirded out. ''I don't have a partner named Dom anymore.''

Miranda digested this and looked alarmed. ''He was older came to the door to see me.''

Andy mouth dried. Had Miranda been face to face with the killer?

''Said he didn't mind watching me. Enjoyed it. Oh my god. I told him where we'd be. He was right in the same room with me and my housekeeper…he saw my girls. Roy came early to pick me up, Beatrice had mixed up the time for me.''

Andy almost snorted and heads hadn't rolled. Beatrice's. Miranda perhaps owed Beatrice her life.

Miranda was suddenly realising she'd encountered her would be killer. Miranda was looking very scared.

''Andréa…Miranda shakily said her name. ''He said you would be meeting him soon.'' Stephen grasped Miranda's arm, gently stroking it comfortingly. Andy took this in stoically.

''I…I can sketch him.'' Andy held her hand up. ''That'll be of help Miranda now about your mother.''

Miranda looked at Andréa. ''Yes why did you bring her here.''

Andy reached into her pocket to show in a clear bag, a post card. ''Your mother received this two days ago along with a plane ticket paid in cash.''

Miranda stared at them wordlessly. Andy read Miranda's face all of this was disturbing her.

''Why is he doing this to me? Who is he?'' Andy didn't have the right words to comfort her, wishing she could be the one assuring her with touches and soft reassuring words like Stephen. ''Randa they'll catch him.''

''Miranda, your assistant Saffron was found.''

Told what had transpired, Miranda insisted she'd call Saffron's parents herself. Shook up, Saffron had been a lovely assistant and person. Andy understood loss.

It was decided Andy Sachs would stay for the week to protect them. Plenty of room.

Great a long week together, buckle down Andy watching Stephen with Miranda for hours on end. What fun, seeing what she couldn't ever have.

Being near who she wanted.

Her hand caught, squeezed. ''Don't tell the girls someone's trying to kill me please.'' Peering into pleading blue eyes Andy struggled to agree. Andy firmed. ''Miranda they have to know, you need to and have to tell them.''

''I will.''

Assuring strongly. ''I'll be here to protect you.''

Andy went to acquaint herself with the perimeter of 10 bedrooms and bathrooms, views over Converse Lake, a library, a gourmet kitchen, indoor and outdoor pool, a gym, a conservatory, tennis court and stables and pastures. State of the art alarm system, got the codes from Stephen, Andy also wanted a list of all their staff.

''Tell her.''

Nigel, Stephen and Miranda were watching Sachs through the french doors, Andy had phoned Rizzoli and Isles telling them where she was and what had developed.

''Six deserves to know at least.'' Nigel implored. Met with silence from his Editor and oldest friend.

''Nigel, Andréa is an on duty cop protecting me.''

''Okay well when Six is off duty like sleeping say, just slip into bed with her and explain about me and Stephen in the morning under the sheets.'' Waggling his brows suggestively.

''Nigel…I am not seducing Andréa.'' Miranda choked out.

''Andréa is involved with someone.'' Miranda said this firmly. Nigel didn't miss the tone of hurt in her voice.

''With who?'' Nigel had heard they'd kissed in The Closet. Finally he'd muttered to Miranda. Pleased Andy led it when he'd asked who began the kiss.

At Runway, Nigel had seen how Miranda and Andy never got along. Concluded once to a startled Miranda who'd been watching Six closely leave the office talking to Emily. ''Its foreplay.'' Miranda denied. Adamantly so. Told Nigel this with an icy voice most knew not to cross. ''Foreplay don't be absurd Nigel.'' Piercing her red pen through a page.

Andréa was just a silly little assistant unsophisticated and refreshing. Mesmerising and lovely were words popping into her head at the time to describe her second assistant. Miranda had made Andréa run errands that week as if to keep her far away from her.

The tsunami of unresolved sexual tension between these two made Nigel wish they would just…..go to bed.

Miranda pushed away from the counter. ''I don't know her name but she's very pretty and young like her. Andréa told me nothing can happen between us. So it's not to be. Nigel. Now please drop it. Andréa feels nothing for me, she is just doing her job.''

Nigel watched his friend hurting. Most didn't know the Dragon Lady had feelings a wealth of them and not devoid of human emotions as presumed.

Like Versace in Iowa, Andy Sachs felt zip for Miranda, Nigel knew Six was mad for La Priestly.

Andy had stepped inside met by her.

''I'll show you to a guest room Andréa.'' Andy followed. Why did Miranda have to caress her name like that always and why did Miranda have to walk in front of her upstairs so seductively.

Andy forced herself to watch the back of her pristine hair and not another part displayed to her.

''Where's your bed…bedroom?'' Andy blurted out. Blushing that sounded intimate.

''Across from yours. We're near one another so you'll hear me.'' Miranda answered.

Andy winced, get a grip Sachs. What if she heard them together? Together. Andy hoped she didn't.

''Here Andréa.'' Shown a tastefully furnished guestroom.

''Towels our in here and Andréa dinner is in half an hour.''

Both were standing across from each other and the King size bed. To Andy it was going to be a long week close to one another.

''I'll see you at dinner. Andréa.''

Andy shrugged. ''Yeah, thanks.''

Declining a glass of expensive Bordeaux or Syrah accompanying Nigel's lamb chops and caramelised onions. ''So Six, seeing anyone pretty and young?'' Miranda gave Nigel a warning look.

Andy scrunched up her brows confused. Emily poured another glass smirking. ''Oh Nigel, Andréa here is a no ties chaste cop.''

Andy almost coughed her mineral water, should never have met Em for drinks, the twins thankfully distracted everyone by talking about their studies and whether Andy had heard the new Maroon 5 album.

Miranda watched them interact closely, realising how Andréa must have stayed in contact with her daughters. For how long? What did Cassy and Caroline mean when we saw you in hospital after you were stabbed? When had they gone to see Andy without her knowing it?

Miranda recalled being very concerned reading Andréa had been stabbed and shot once in a file, David her ex-husband pulled strings to get her. A twinge of being lied to and not told they'd been to see Andréa by her girls burned through her.

Andy helped clear, their fingers brushing absently. ''Andréa help me please.''

Following her into the kitchen, Miranda mouth was traced by Andy's cognac eyes and her spaghetti strapped Armani cocktail dress. Andy drank in her kissable ivory shoulders.

Miranda crossed her arms demanding an explanation for her actions. ''How dare you Andréa Sachs do that…''

''Do what?'' Jeez what had she done to Miranda? Admittedly through dinner had ogled her when their eyes kept doing that not able to look away thing they had a habit of doing to one another.

Miranda stormy eyes pierced Andy's. ''For exposing your colourful and violent lifestyle to my daughters. Their fifteen Andréa.''

Andy looked at Miranda long and hard. ''Hey I…I never asked them to come to me…Cassy and Car visited me in hospital.''

Miranda demanded. ''How many times?''

Andy grumbled. ''A couple of times Miranda.''

Miranda pinched her nose bridge in irritation. She'd had many missed times and opportunities to almost see Andréa again.

''Miri your twins are really kind and good and I'm sorry if your daughters actually cared about me. I'm going to go look outside.'' Needed some air, to be away from Priestly.

Ignored Miranda calling her back.

''Andréa come back. I need to talk to you.''

Andy noticed Patricia's water and food bowl hadn't been touched. Someone was here.

Turning back to Miranda. ''Is Patricia sick?'' Miranda blinked confused. ''No.'' Patricia had been let out to do her business, hadn't come back though.

Andy ordered. ''Stay in the house.'' Checking the security alarm was on. ''Don't open the door to anyone.''

Quietly drawing her Glock, Andy stepped outside.

Andy remembered once hiding in the dark for her life, still didn't like the dark very much, the pitch blackness with anything waiting in it.

Heard it, whimpering found Patricia. Bleeding. Bending taking off her shirt, pressing it to the poor canine. ''Girl you're going to be okay.'' Clad in a v neck t-shirt, Andy didn't see him.

The Artist saw his chance.

A plastic bag pulled over Andy's face with a Zip tie, clawing and cawing for breath dropping her gun. Had only a few minutes before he asphyxiated her. Going limp.

''This will loosen you up. Shoving a syringe into her vein. ''Nightie. Night Detective Sachs.'' His voice rasped. Feeling she felt the effects of the injection, was less of a struggle.

Dragged against the earth and firs, The Artist pulled the bag off.

Unconscious, her face was beautiful but no Andréa Sachs had imperfections, drawing out a linoleum blade, he'd send Miranda Priestly her protector's brown eyes in a ring box. Leaning over Andy about to mutilate her.

Andy's felt her vision swimming, disoriented from what he pricked her with, feeling it effecting her, slowing her system and coordination, curling her hand around a rock.

A creepy plastic smiling mask over her, Andy whacked the rock against his cheekbone, stumbling back. Felt something sharp slash across her.

Chasing him in the forest. Pursuing closely, hearing his breathing. ''I'm here.'' Trying to psych her out.

Taunted. ''Over here.'' Andy couldn't see very well. Blurred vision of light like tunnel vision. What was in that syringe he'd attacked her with?

''Come on Detective Sachs try harder to find me.''

Damn it, her vision was hazy and she'd lost her gun. Feeling around, stumbling into a tree.

Heard a dirt bike to the north of her. Kick start on. Revving up.

Andy mouth was drying, a spasm of fear whatever it was he put into her overwhelming her reactions.

Seeing her night terrors now in front of her. ''You're not real.'' Demons from memories that lifted the hairs on the back of her neck. Shaking and scared as hell. Distressed Andy could see them, smell them and feel them.

She was too blind with delusions to see the gun unholstered and aimed at Andy Sachs head by Detective Jane Rizzoli.

''Sachs?''

Conyers Farm, Stephen's Residence

''Maura help! Sachs is hurt. 'Supporting a slumping Andy Sachs through the doorway. Jane held Andy up.

Maura peered at Dt. Sachs. ''By the dilated glossy pupils some type of synthetic hallucinogen. Possibly Benzodiazepine related.'' Maura undid her scarf to make a tourniquet on Sachs arm who flinched at touching her.

Pressing the fine silk to it.

Entering the kitchen. Blue eyes widened with shock and horror. ''Andréa.'' Rushing over. ''No.''

Miranda took in Andy's anxious state, desperately asking Rizzoli and Isles. ''Help her. Please.''

Seeing Andréa in pain was hurting her, bending down by her. Andy was very distraught.

''I'll try. Ms Priestly…Miranda if you could just…''

Andy was fighting for her coherence, sweating profusely, shook her head to clear it. ''Help Patricia.''

Maura was conflicted, treating live patients, two living patients made her nervous at losing them. ''Patricia is?''

Reminded Miranda's pet.

''Please Maura help Andréa.'' Miranda begged.

Andy was fighting this drug in her system. ''I'm fine. Patricia help her first.'' Maura bit her lip. Cop first, canine second.

''May I be of any help Dr?'' Liat Princhek offered the golden haired lady.

Maura stammered unsure. ''Very kind, but unless you're a Doctor or nurse.'' Undoing her medical bag, Dr Isles was uncertain what to administer Detective Sachs because she had no idea what she'd been injected with.

Liat spoke to Maura. ''I was medically trained once at Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital just before the war. I almost completed my doctorship but the occupation put a stop to that.''

Dr Isles accepted, impressed. Where she'd trained was a celebrated teaching hospital in Paris.

Liat began gently helping Andy Sachs who was thrashing around terrified and delirious. Saying over and over again. ''Hide me.''

Liat spoke calmly to Andy to alleviate fear. ''Yes we will hide you.'' Taking Andréa's rapid pulse.

''She's in a severe state of delirium growing more and more anxious Dr Isles.'' Hallucinating vividly a bad reaction side effect to whatever it was in her.

''Sedation perhaps.'' Maura suggested, Liat shook her head. ''No, the wrong injection could overdose Detective Sachs.''

''Miri help me. Hold her.'' Held by Miranda, talking to her, comforting Andréa tenderly. ''This will hurt her… Miri, tell Detective Sachs about when you first felt snow or when you pestered me to keep that kitten you found and scared me with it when I was in the bathtub.''

Liat began sewing up Andréa's arm with stiches. Miranda held her mother's identical blue eyes. Her mother remembered all of those moments.

Miranda didn't know if Andréa heard any of her words as she spoke to her, stroking her hair.

Maura examined her new patient, a sedated St Bernard who'd been stabbed with a cone like object not unlike an umbrella end, had never worked on a 130 pound dog before, and normally preferred not to work on the living. Jane smirked. ''By Jinkies, there's always a first Maura.''