Jane felt numb. She wandered up the front steps of the station. She felt like there was lead in her boots. Out of habit she meandered into the cafe to get coffee. Her mother, filled in by Frankie, knew her daughter well enough to hand her the cup and not speak. Her motherly love won out and she let her hand fall to Jane's shoulder and linger for a moment. Jane offered her mother a weak smile before walking away. It was the most she could muster.

She walked slowly into homicide. She stopped and stared, eyes glazed, at Frost's empty desk. It had become something of a shrine. Various officers had dropped cards, flowers, small robot action figures, even a small teddy bear wearing a police uniform on the desk.

She had lost too many people this week.

Korsak looked up, and asked hesitantly if Jane had taken Maura's statement.

"She doesn't remember anything." said Jane, tearing her eyes from the small bear wearing the uniform. "She knows her name, but that's all. Her mother is there and she doesn't remember her. She didn't remember Frankie when he came in, or Ma, or... or..."

Her eyes dropped to the floor.

"Or me." she said, finally.

Korsak handed her a piece of paper. "Here are her tox results. She was found with a huge amount of benzodiazepines in her system Jane, no one would remember anything through that. I can't believe she's even awake and talking with this amount. She'll pull through, our doc always does."

Jane glanced at the piece of paper. He was right. The drugs would wear off. What wouldn't wear off was the ache she felt in her chest every time she remembered those words. "Who are you?"

Jane thought about it for a moment. Who was she to Maura? She knew what Maura was to her. She thought that Maura might consider her her best friend, but nothing more. She knew almost definitely that Maura didn't lie awake at night, driven half insane thinking of the curve of Jane's lips or the way she filled out a dress. Jane had always thought she was straight until Maura came along. Maura, with her golden eyes and china doll skin. Maura, with her sweet freckles and muscular arms. Maura, with her long legs that connected to her perfect -

Korsak shook Jane's shoulder. "JANE." he said, looking at her worriedly.

"Sorry Vince, must have stroked off there for a second." said Jane, crossing her legs. "What did you say?"

"I said, have you been to see Suzie yet?"

Jane scurried from the room, cursing herself for forgetting. She leaned her forehead against the cold elevator doors and sighed.

"Please remember me, Maura. I'll never forget you."

Maura was just dozing off when a nurse slipped into her room. She groaned. "Vitals again? What's the point? They're just gonna cut my foot off anyway!" she snapped, completely uncharacteristically. A small part of her brain rebelled, telling her that she should be nicer to people than that. The large part of her brain that was still tired and fuzzy cheered for her rudeness. She felt selfish, petulant and grouchy. She didn't care who knew it.

The nurse faltered slightly. "Well, good to see you're awake." he said, his golden brown eyes lighting up with a smirk.

Maura cursed her brain. She knew this man, she knew she did. She'd had a parade of people in this morning that seemed to know her and she couldn't remember any of them, no matter how hard she tried. She KNEW that slight hint of an accent. He seemed familiar.

He sank into the chair next to her bed, his scrubs almost falling from his waist. "These are about eight sizes too big." he growled. He bunched a handful of fabric at his hip and sat, his face softening as he met her eyes. "I'm so, so sorry." he whispered, his eyes travelling to the lumps at the end of the bed where her feet were.

Maura's grouchiness flared up again. "I don't need your pity." she spat, crossing her arms like a child.

The nurse's face turned to shock, then split into a grin. "I could get along with THIS Maura." he chuckled. "You look like Dad right now."

Maura glared at him. "Well I wouldn't know." Her voice softened and fell to barely a whisper. "I don't even know what I look like..." she trailed off.

The nurse reached over and tipped her chin up. "Beautiful, that's what." he smiled, pinching her cheek affectionately.

"Look, we had to split and we had to split fast. They knew where we were and they were coming. We knew it was gonna end in a gun fight. We knew you'd get stuck in the cross fire. You begged me, told me you would never lift a gun, that you're a doctor, you couldn't hurt someone like that. I knew that wasn't gonna be enough, that we didn't have enough men to protect you. You wouldn't leave! You were so stubborn, just like..." the young man's face dropped. "Just like Dad. Anyway, you wouldn't go and you couldn't stay, so I did the best I could. I did some rough math in my head and thought I'd given you just enough to get you out of the building and be dropped somewhere far away. I thought you'd wake up in an hour or so and wander off to get help. Benny smuggled you out. He tried to keep you wrapped up tight so you wouldn't freeze, but..." his eyes wandered back to the end of the bed. "But I guess you wriggled free. I guess I gave you too much. I guess... I'm just sorry, okay?"

Maura's brain wouldn't process all this information. She knew all these words, but they weren't making sense in her head. She cursed her brain again.

"Who are you? How do you know what happened to me?"

The young man smiled at her sadly. "I really think you'd be better off not knowing. If I could get away with telling you nothing, I would. But I need to keep you safe."

Maura looked at him expectantly, her anger barely contained. "WHO ARE YOU?!" she hissed. She was scared. He wasn't a nurse. Was he going to hurt her? Where was the officer that had been outside her door? Why was she in danger? Gun-fight?!

The young man looked at her. He stood, bunching fabric in his hand again to keep his pants up. Maura would have laughed if she hadn't been so frightened. He brushed her hair out of her face and smiled.

"It's me, Maura. Liam. I'm your brother."

And with that, everything came flooding back.

Jane came storming back up from the morgue, papers in hand, throwing copies at Frankie and Korsak before beginning to madly scribble all over their white boards.

"We had it all wrong. The dead guard was strangled, see?" she said, pointing to the faint ligature marks around the dead man's neck. Frankie squinted. "They look more like indents from his collar to me, Jane. Ligature marks are darker than that." Jane turned on her heel. "That's what we were SUPPOSED to think. Look at this."

She tacked up a new picture next to the dead guards photograph. It was a picture of his back. Dead in the middle of his shoulder blades, there was the distinct impression of a shoe. "Suzie found his DNA on Paddy Doyle's sheet."

Korsak clicked before Frankie did. "Someone pushed him over, stood on his back, hooked the sheet around his neck and pulled until he died! Ligature that wide and held that long wouldn't leave a mark. That's brilliant!" he said, scratching his skin.

"Okay, new theory. Theo Watkins," she said, tapping on a photo of the missing guard. "distracts his partner somehow. Tells him to go check another cell, tells him to go back to get something, I don't know. Anyway, he sends him off. He lets in the killer through the courtyard door. The killer kills Paddy in his cell with the tazer. Theo's partner comes back, starts asking too many questions. Maybe he comes back too quickly and gets a look at the killer. Theo knocks him out. It was Joey's first shift, he probably didn't know how to defend against an attack like that." Jane's voice softened. The dead guard they had only been twenty two years old, starting his first full time job after finishing college. "Theo knocks him out, chokes him with the sheet, puts the sheet back in the cell, then legs it."

"What about the drag marks?" asked Frankie, flipping through sheets of paper on his desk.

Jane chewed her lip. "I don't know about the drag marks. Maybe Theo tried to drag Joey out of sight and ran out of time?"

Korsak was squinting at the crime scene photos and stills pulled from the surveillance. He walked back to his computer and started clicking through the CCTV videos.

"Oh, gee, why didn't I think of the security tapes? Gosh Korsak it's so great having you around. OH WAIT, the cameras were turned off!" said Jane playfully.

Korsak smiled at her. It was good to see her laughing again. "Look at that footprint, Jane."

Jane looked at the photograph. "Yeah, what?"

Frankie caught on. "Size thirteen, wow." he muttered, flicking through his own notes.

"Theo Watkins was five seven." Korsak continued. Jane scrutinized the photo again.

"Yeah, but sometimes shorter guys can have big feet. Frankie's only five nine and he's got size twelves."

Korsak shook his head. "Cedar Junction pays for their guard uniforms. I've got the file in front of me, Theo Watkins was a size ten."

Jane looked at the photos and shrugged. "Okay, maybe the perp killed Joey too."

Korsak shook his head again. "Look at this. The only working cameras Theo Watkins had to walk past to get into work that night were the ones outside the changing rooms." Korsak hit play on the clip. They watched Theo tug his hat over his eyes as he walked past, tilting his head away from the camera. Jane frowned. "Why hide his face? He wasn't doing anything wrong here, just a guy heading in to work."

Korsak paused the video. "Look at where he walks past the riot gear. See?"

Jane jumped off the desk, her eyes wide. "Those shields are five feet tall, they should come up to his shoulders." said Jane. Korsak grinned. "Exactly. So why do they barely come up to his chest? This guy is at LEAST six three."

"There never was a third man, Jane. Theo never came to work that night. That's our killer right there."

Jane and Frankie both started, dumbfounded, at the man on the security tapes.

"Then where the hell is Theo Watkins?" asked Jane.

Somewhere on Jane's desk, her cellphone rang. She ignored it, thinking it was Angela checking up on her. By the time she checked her messages and realized it was the hospital, Maura was already having a mask placed on her face.

A single tear slid down Maura's cheek as the anaesthesia started to kick in.