Hi everyone! Thank you all for your kind words :D it's been brought to my attention that I have been spelling homicide wrong this whole time, but my computer didn't pick it up. Whoops. Live and learn!

No huge twist this time, just some character development. I'm hoping to have chapter six up tonight, since I've mostly written it already. As always, please read and review! :)

It took an hour for anyone to notice that Maura was gone, and a further forty five minutes to realize that something was horribly wrong. The crime lab began processing their own morgue, frantically trying to find their M.E. By the time the news reached Jane, they had tracked the rent payments to a small outfit of thugs running things downtown.

Frankie beat Jane out of the elevator, which means that he beat her to the uniformed officer who was supposed to stay with Maura constantly. It took every fibre of his being not to beat him into a pulp, but he was quickly distracted by holding back his irate sister.

There was almost nothing to go on. There were no prints, no hairs, nothing to say who had taken Maura and where. All they had was a pair of tyre treads leading out of the parking lot, and the smallest amount of transfer where the getaway car had side-swiped the coroners van in the rush to leave. Susie was frantically running every test she could think of through the mass-spectrometer, wiping away tears for her lost boss.

Jane refused to consider that Maura might be hurt, or dead. "There's no blood, Korsak." she mused as she walked through the crime scene for the thousandth time. "There's no blood. She was all alone down here. If it was our killer, he would have done it and run off. Why take her?"

Korsak was surveying the plastic curtain that hung from the back dock door. "I don't know, Jane. But I don't like it." Korsak squinted at the curtain, moving closer. "HA! Not so smart now, are ya, tough guy?" Jane hurried to him and finally saw what he saw.

On one of the hanging plastic sheets, there was an area of discolouration. Jane paused, wondering if Korsak was clutching at straws to make her feel better. "Vince, I don't -" "GET CSU OVER HERE NOW." shouted Vince to the crime tech's that were still wandering around the parking lot, looking for anything they could have missed. Vince pointed at the patch, and the tech instantly knew what was happening. Jane suddenly felt very dumb.

"Mind telling me what the hell is going on?" she snapped, irritated with herself. "Don't you see? Whoever it was was waiting between the door and the curtain. It's fogged up because it was pressing against their face. They were BREATHING on it, Jane. We might be able to pull some DNA."

Jane was filled with an overwhelming urge to kiss Korsak. "Vince, you're a genius."

Maura was cold. Her intelligence kicked in before full consciousness did. She remembered what had happened, and she knew to keep her breathing regular and feign sleep for as long as possible. Think, Maura, think. She went through her senses. She could tell through her closed eyelids that she was in a dimly lit room. She could hear someone else breathing, and a faint flicking noise every so often. The pages of a book turning, maybe? She FELT cold. Her thin scrubs weren't made for anything outside her temperature controlled morgue and office.

"I know you're awake."

Maura's blood ran cold. It was a deep, male voice, with the tiniest hint of a sing-song Irish accent. She opened her eyes. For the first time, she realized she wasn't restrained. She stretched out on a large bed, with the lamps in the room turned down low. She could see someone sitting in the armchair at the end of her bed, a thick book resting on the arm of the chair.

"I didn't know you existed either, until last week." The voice said, standing from his chair and perching himself on the edge of the bed. Maura cringed and scooted away.

"Hey, hey, I won't hurt you. I won't ever hurt you, I promise. We're family." said Liam, standing up and stepping away from his sister.

"We're NOT family." spat Maura, her heart racing as rage filled her. "You're a monster. We share a parent, that's it."

She tried hard not to see the hurt flitter across Liam's features. "I get that, I do." he said, quietly. "I'm not like Paddy. I'm not exactly proud of how I've lived my life. But it was either do what I was told or die. Can you honestly hate me for that?"

Maura's resolve wavered, for a second. She knew what Paddy had been like. He'd never even PRETENDED to show remorse for everything he'd done, with the exception of Sean's family. She pulled her knees up to her chest and thought for a moment.

"Why have you brought me here?" she said finally.

"I have to keep you safe. Paddy knew what was going to happen, long before it did. He had his sources, inside and out. He knew someone was coming for him, and me, and you. He said if I didn't promise to take care of you, someone would take care of ME."

Maura knew exactly the kind of 'care' Liam was referencing.

"How long do I have to stay here?" she said.

"As long as it takes." said Liam softly. "Your detective friends are smart, they have the highest conviction rate in the tri-state area. They'll figure it out."

"Do you know who is doing this? They... they shot my friend, too." said Maura. The weight of Frost's death weighed on her. She would never, ever stop blaming herself for Barry's death.

Liam grimaced. "I know. We were in your street, watching your house. We thought you'd be safe with all those cops crawling around. We let our guard down. It's our fault an innocent man, and three innocent kids died."

Maura looked up, surprised at the empathy. She'd read his case file. The Liam she had pictured was a horrible man. This man was... broken. Sad. Empty.

"You couldn't have known."

Liam suddenly stood up and strode to the wall. Before Maura could stop him, he threw his fist straight through the thin wood.

It was then Maura saw several other holes around the room, just like this one.

She was at his side, her medical training overtaking her fear of him. "That was really, really stupid." she chided, holding his hand in her own. "Can we get some more light?"

Liam looked at her, shellshocked. She was trying to take care of him. He watched her lean down to try and inspect his hand in the dim room.

"There's... there's a lightswitch next to the door. Please don't try and leave, there are guards outside."

Maura blinked. Guards? She had almost forgotten she was here as a prisoner.

"I... I won't try and leave, not until I've fixed this up." she stammered as she gestured to his hand. "Is there a first aid kit in here?"

"Under the bed." said Liam, flinching as he dropped into his chair.

A few minutes later, Maura was stitching the cuts in his hand without any hesitation. "You have a dislocated finger." she murmured as she tied off the last thread.

"Yeah, that happens a lot." said Liam, biting his lip as he gingerly tried to move it.

Maura saw that same expression in the mirror every time she had a headache. Her world was changing, again. She had a brother, who was a lot like her. Could she overlook his past? Could she add to her already mismatched family?

Without thinking, she simply popped the bone back into it's socket. Liam blanched, his face going white.

"Ouch! Jeez, Maura!" He said, rubbing his hand.

"Don't do that, you'll rip your stitches." she said, smacking his good hand away.

They made eye contact. Maura was overwhelmed with the urge to laugh. She shook the feeling away, standing to go back to her place on the bed. She noticed the book he'd been reading.

"Voltaire?" she asked, picking up the battered hard cover. It was hard to think of a mobster appreciating Voltaire's style. The thought left a bitter tasted in her mouth. This was a mobster, not her brother. He had murdered people. He had ruined lives.

"Yeah, it's my favourite." said Liam quietly.

"Mine, too." whispered Maura.

Back at the precinct, Jane smacked her desk in frustration and stood to pace back and forth in front of the whiteboards.

"The DNA was a sibling match to Maura. Not a half sibling – FULL sibling match. This means it had to be Doyle. It also means he's gotta be Hope's son, too." she spat.

Korsak and Frankie sat in their chairs, severely sleep-deprived and a little frightened of Jane.

"Doyle took Maura. Was it Doyle behind the killings? Did he leave his mugshot to throw us off? Is he trying to protect her in the same insane way his father did? GOD, why does she have to have such a crazy family?! Next thing you know some half-cousin-uncle-man is going to come strolling in with a bomb strapped to his chest." she half yelled, throwing papers off her desk in anger.

Korsak gently said "Jane, you need to calm down. Go home and-"

"I WILL NOT GO HOME WHILE SOME PSYCHOPATH HAS MAURA!" yelled Jane, kicking over her desk chair.

"Rizzoli." came a new voice.

Cavanaugh stood in the doorway of his office, a tired Angela at his side.

"Come on sweetie, it's time to go home and get some rest. You're no good when you're tired." said Angela pleadingly.

"I'm fine, Ma." said Jane. That was a lie. She was exhausted, angry and terrified.

"Rizzoli, it's an order." said Sean, as firmly as he could. "As your boss I'm ordering you to go home. As your step-father I am BEGGING you to go home."

Jane melted. "Okay. Wait, can I stay at Maura's instead? I have to feed Bass for her anyway."

Sean looked at her with nothing but pity, which Jane hated. "Sure, Rizzoli. There's a patrol going outside her house, you'll be safe there. We're staying in the guest house, we'll be right there. Frankie's coming to stay there too."

"I am?" said Frankie, clearly surprised.

"You sure are, Rizzoli."

Downstairs, the mass-spectrometer finally spat out a result and started it's own search. Susie, who had fallen asleep at her desk, stirred slightly at the noise before going back to sleep. Unbeknownst to the tired people walking out the front door to head to Maura's, tomorrow morning they would have answers to questions they hadn't even asked yet.