A/N I'm back! Sorry I have been absent so long. The end of the school year kicked my ass, and then I got covid, and then I was busy in professional developments for work. But I have managed to bring you, what I think, is an amazing chapter. So, enjoy!

This is episode 3x07. I know I already did 3x08 but I got so excited to write the proposal that I forgot about this amazing episode, so we're all just gonna have to deal with the fact that it's out of order.

As always I do not own Rizzoli and Isles. (But I wish I did)

...

Jane and Maura were at the precinct on an early Friday morning. Maura was hosting a convention – the Bullet and Blast Injuries Symposium - and she roped Jane into helping her set up. They had already accomplished quite a bit. They had a table laid out with breakfast and decorations hanging up in the café. Convention attendees would be arriving soon.

"I still don't get why you agreed to host this thing." Jane said.

"Well, the convention center doubled their rate after last year's... issue." Maura replied.

"What issue?" Angela asked from behind the counter.

Jane began chuckling "She left a severed head in the hotel fridge."

A man walked into the café, carrying armfuls of fresh bread.

Angela greeted him. "Dominick, delivering the bread again."

"I can't find a new delivery guy." Dominick replied. "I don't mind. It's nice to get out from behind the counter."

As Angela grabbed a bag of bread from Dominick, she said, "Jane, you remember Dominick."

Jane panicked for a second because she did not remember this man. But not wanting to seem rude, she answered, "Yes! How are you?" Maura chuckled from across the room.

"Good. It's nice to see you, Jane. You, um, you used to love fresh ciabatta rolls." Dominick said as he held up a bag filled with fresh rolls.

Jane saw the rolls and noticed the name on the shirt Dominick was wearing and immediately remembered. "Oh, yeah! Yeah! Bianchi's bakery! Oh, I haven't been there in years." Jane turned to Maura. "Maura, you got to try one of these."

"White flour only uses the endosperm." Maura replied from across the room.

"Why am I marrying you?" Jane asked ironically. Maura just glared at her with a smirk on her face.

Angela grabbed the remaining bags from Dominick and said, "Dominick, whenever you get backed up, I'm more than willing to swing by and pick up my order." Dominick smiled and having completed his task, left the café.

Maura walked over to Jane from her spot across the room. "The attendees should be here any minute. How's everything look?"

"Everything looks great, Maur." A man with multiple cases walked in. Jane joked, "Is he with the band?" before addressing the man. "Hello, Dr. Pike. It's nice to see you." Maura stood next to Jane with her back to Pike.

"Detective Rizzoli, you look stunning." Pike replied. Maura's mouth opened in shock. She's the only person allowed to call Jane stunning. She turned around and stared Pike down.

"Oh, hello, Dr. Isles." Pike said, contempt lacing his voice.

"Hello, Dr. Pike. You brought quite a few things." Maura replied, with just as much disdain.

"Well, when you're a cutting-edge forensic scientist, you have an obligation to share that knowledge with your less skilled colleagues."

"The colleagues that can't tell the difference between a .38 and a .45 caliber bullet."

Jane could see that Maura and Pike were seconds away from an all-out pissing match, so she jumped in. "Oh, look! More cutting-edge forensic scientists."

Maura took the hint and decided to move on. She addressed the scientists that had gathered. "Hello. I am delighted to welcome you all to the Annual Bullet and Blast Injuries Symposium."

Jane's phone buzzed alerting her to a text message. "Oh, not again!"

Maura turned away from one of the scientists she had been greeting and asked, "What?"

"I guess my phone number is close to some guy's wife's number. I keep getting all these weird texts, like, 'Hon, pick up my dry cleaning.' 'Hon, I think we're out of milk.'" Jane explained.

"That's odd." Maura said.

"Dr. Isles, I specifically requested a special meal... steel-cut oats with dried-fruit topping." Pike interrupted.

Jane and Maura's phones both buzzed. "This better be a murder." Maura said. She would take any excuse to get away from Pike.

"It is! Come on." Jane said. She and Maura turned and headed out of the café.

...

Jane and Maura's case was a double homicide. Two prominent, high profile psychiatrists – Dr. Rod Parker and Dr. Eve Parker. Dr. Eve was known for advocating childless marriages, which made her an obvious target. Dr. Rod was an expert in delusional disorders. Both were shot in their office. The only thing they were able to recover from the scene was a tiny piece of latex glove.

Maura had gotten the bodies back to the lab some time ago. There was quite the squabble between her guests – Dr. Pike, Dr. Popov, and Dr. Higgins - over what caliber the gun was and the circumstances surrounding their deaths. Luckily, there was a convention lecture starting so they had left, leaving Maura alone to continue her work in peace. Maura was just putting her gloves on to start Dr. Eve's autopsy when Jane walked in.

"You haven't started the autopsy yet?"

"No. There was some disagreement between doctors on cause of death. I had to kick them all out before I could continue."

"Well let's solve our double homicide first, then we can worry about the stooges."

"Okay. Help me undress her." Maura began to prepare the body while Jane put on gloves. Then, Maura asked, "Do you think you can be childless and have a fulfilling marriage?"

Jane was slightly confused at first, until she realized the doctor advocating for childless marriages was lying on Maura's autopsy table. "Yeah. I mean if you love someone then just their company should be enough. I know having just you for the rest of my life will be enough."

"Oh, so you don't want kids?"

"I didn't say that. I am open to having kids if you want kids. But I'm not sure this is a conversation we should be having while standing over a dead body."

Maura chuckled. "Okay."

Jane's phone buzzed in her pocket. She removed her gloves and retrieved it. "Ugh, come on. Not again with this weird husband guy." She turned her phone to show Maura. "Look. 'Hon, don't forget your Brazilian-wax appointment'. I mean, how many times I got to tell this guy? 'I'm not your wife.'" Jane dictated as she typed.

Maura added, "Tell him you're engaged to a woman. Maybe he'll stop."

After sending the text, Jane pocketed her phone and said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Frankie met Lydia today." Maura dropped what she was holding and looked at Jane with wide eyes. "You're looking very, very guilty. What are you not telling me?"

"I promised Tommy that I wouldn't say." Maura replied.

"I'm your fiancé. When you promise not to say something to people, your significant other usually doesn't count."

"Okay. Okay. But don't get mad." Maura took a deep breath and said, "Tommy informed me that he once had sexual relations with Lydia."

"What?! Tommy slept with Lydia?!" Jane exclaimed.

...

That night Maura dragged Jane to the Dirty Robber for a gathering with the convention attendees. As they were entering, Maura was trying to convince Jane that she'd have a good time.

"You have no idea how fun medical examiners' parties can be. Talk about the case ... you'll fit right in."

"Okay... So we got the patient lists. It's like over 200 people."

"Well, I'll take a look at the doctors' sessions notes. Maybe I can eliminate the nonviolent patients."

"Okay. I mean, I think that Dr. Rod was the target. I think Dr. Eve just picked the wrong time to go to the bathroom."

Pike approached them, a two drinks in his hands. "For you, Detective Rizzoli." He handed one of the drinks to Jane. "And since you're so good at stabbing people in the back..." He did not hand the other drink to Maura, instead he just walked away.

"Ugh! I hate that man." Maura complained. "I hate it even more that he's flirting with you."

"You're jealous? Of Pike? Like I would ever-"

"No, it's not that. I mean it is a little bit that, but mostly it's just his smug demeanor that irks me."

Jane's cellphone buzzed. She handed Maura her drink and then retrieved it. "Ugh, not again!"

"What, another murder?" Maura asked.

"Another weird 'hon' message. 'Hon, waiting up for you'. Guess I should hurry home since I've had my Brazilian." Jane joked.

Maura chuckled. Then, she suddenly changed the subject. "You know, I've been thinking. I think you should tell your mother."

"Where I wax is my business."

"No, Lydia's baby might be her grandchild."

"That baby might also be her ex-husband's bimbo's kid. It's a good thing Tommy's fishing in the gulf. I want to kill him."

"Maybe that's why your father called off the engagement."

"Because Lydia told him that it might be Tommy's baby? No. This can't be happening."

"Are you calling your father?"

"Hell no, I'm gonna call Frankie."

"Well, you can't tell him he might be an uncle over the phone."

"But... ugh, I'll be right back." Jane stepped away to call Frankie.

Once Jane left, Pike approached Maura, acting significantly more drunk than he had earlier.

"Oh, it's so nice to let my hair down and enjoy a few Long Island iced teas." Pike said.

"How many have you had, Dr. Pike?" Maura inquired.

"Not more than four. Or is it five?"

"Well, perhaps that's enough."

"You look stunning tonight, Dr. Isles."

"Excuse me?"

"You're like a wildcat, aren't you? Lapping up that liquid with your delicate pink tongue."

"Please, stop."

"I've been in love with you, okay? Since the outdoor remains recovery course."

"What?!" Now Maura was extremely confused.

"But I've been desperately afraid."

"Okay. Stop. I'm engaged. Stop."

Jane walked back over to Maura, her face in her phone. "Hey, Maura, we should go. I told Frankie to meet us at the house." Jane finally looked up to see Maura standing with her hands up trying to get a drunk Pike to back away. "Is everything okay?"

"Pike declared his love for me." Maura stated.

"What?!" Jane exclaimed as she stepped over to stand beside Maura. "You know she's engaged, right? To me."

"I don't know what she sees in you. She should be with someone with an abundance of intelligence. Like me." Pike responded.

"Dr. Pike, why don't you sit down. Get a glass of water. Maybe some coffee." Maura said, as she helped ease Pike down into a booth.

Jane had had enough. "All right, party's over. Let's go." She grabbed Maura's hand and started leading her out of the bar. "And you're telling Frankie."

"I'm telling Frankie what?" Maura had entirely forgotten the conversation they had earlier about Lydia.

...

Frankie met them later at home. He was still in his uniform. He was sitting at the counter with Maura while Jane stood next to her fiancé.

"What do you want to tell me?" Frankie asked.

"Maura knows about Lydia." Jane started.

"That's what you wanted to tell me? I figured you woulda told her."

"No." Jane sighed. "Uh, okay. It's about Tommy. And he, uh" she paused. "I can't believe I can't say this."

"He slept with Lydia." Maura blurted.

"He what?!" Frankie exclaimed as the door opened.

Angela came in the door with Lydia. Angela was supporting her. Something was clearly wrong.

"Maura!" Angela called. Maura headed over to see how she could help.

"Lydia?" Frankie said.

"Lydia?" Jane repeated.

"Maura, she needs your help. This is Lydia Sparks. She ran into my new car." Angela explained.

"It's nice to meet you." Greeted Maura.

"Can you tell the doctor what's wrong?" Angela asked Lydia.

"Yeah, she's pregnant with your first grandchild, and she's drunk." Jane snarked.

Frankie walked over to help. "Uh, uh, let's get her on the couch." Frankie and Maura helped ease her down onto the couch.

"Uh, Ma, why would you bring a drunk, pregnant stranger into our house?" Jane asked.

"She came to the café to apologize. She felt bad."

"So, you cheered her up with malt liquor?" Jane was in a snarky mood tonight.

"We had dinner ... pasta, salad, some water."

"Oh. I have to pee." Lydia said as she tried to get up.

"Again?" Angela leaned in and whispered to Maura, "She just went."

Maura was now very concerned. "Lydia, are you thirsty?"

"Uh-huh. I'm really thirsty." Lydia replied.

"Okay, Frankie, call an ambulance." Maura instructed.

Frankie called used his radio to call in for EMS.

"Can't she just sleep it off in her car?" Jane was desperately trying to get Lydia out of their house. She did not want to deal with this.

"She has gestational diabetes." Maura explained.

"Well, how bad is that?"

"Bad. She's slipping into a diabetic coma."

"Will you hold my hand? I'm really scared." Lydia asked Jane.

Jane really did not want to hold this stranger's hand, but when Maura looked at her with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, she knew she was going to have to play nice. "Okay. Um... It's gonna be okay, all right? We're gonna take care of you."

...

The next morning, Jane and Maura were discussing last night's ordeal on their way to the elevator at the precinct.

"It's like my mother has a homing device for trouble." Jane said. "That's where Tommy gets it. And we're throwing Lydia back in the pond as soon as she gets out of the hospital."

"Okay, but we're telling your mother who she is first. I'm calling a family meeting."

"What? I hate family meetings." Jane whined.

"Well, we could always not tell Angela and hope she doesn't invite Lydia and the baby to move in with us."

"Fine, I will get Frankie and Ma to the Dirty Robber later today."

As they were waiting for the elevator to arrive, Dr. Pike approached them, coffee in hand. "Good morning, Dr. Isles. You don't look very well-rested. Guess you don't know your limit."

"Or she actually had some fun last night." Jane joked under her breath so only Maura could hear her.

Maura smacked Jane in the arm before addressing Dr. Pike. "You don't remember?"

"Did you do something inappropriate?" Jane and Maura just stared until the elevator arrived a moment later. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare my presentation on entrance and exit wounds. You look stunning, Detective." Pike entered the elevator and the doors closed.

Maura turned to Jane. "Why does he keep flirting with you if he's in love with me?"

"That's your biggest worry? Really?"

...

That afternoon, Jane headed out of BPD to go meet Maura, Frankie, and Angela at the Dirty Robber. She was dreading the conversation they needed to have, but she knew Maura was right. Angela needed to know who Lydia really was.

Jane crossed the street to her car, only instead of seeing her car, she saw a giant Bianchi's Bakery truck parked in front of it with Dominick unloading bread.

"Wha... no. Hey, Dominick. Uh, do you know how long you're gonna be? This is my car right here."

"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry" Dominick apologized.

"That's okay. It's okay." Jane replied.

Dominick looked at the bags in his hands and then handed one of them to Jane. "Can you just put that back on the rack? I'll move the truck."

"Okay, thank you." Jane took the bag and stepped up into the back of the truck.

"Hey, you know what? Why don't you grab a bag of ciabatta? It's still warm. It's on the last rack." Dominick offered.

"Okay. Thank you." Jane moved farther into the truck to grab the offered bread. Dominick dropped the bags he was holding and went around the truck to the driver's seat.

"This one?" Jane asked as she pulled some bread off a shelf.

Dominick started the engine and then replied with a smile, "Yeah."

Jane smiled back. "Thank you so much." She turned around and began to head out the back of the truck. "I'll see you later. Thank you.."

Before Jane could get out of the truck, Dominick jabbed a syringe into her neck. "Ow!" Jane exclaimed as she fell to the floor. Dominick closed the truck doors and took off.

...

When Jane didn't show up to the family meeting, Maura got worried, so they called Korsak and Frost and headed back to BPD.

"Her car is still here." Korsak noted as Frankie, Maura, and Angela got out of their car. They headed over to where Korsak and Frost were standing by Jane's car.

"She's not answering her phone." Maura informed them.

"She left over an hour ago to meet you guys." Frost said.

"She did? Oh, my god. Where is she?" Angela nervously played with her necklace.

Frankie could see how nervous Angela was so he offered to take her home.

"I'm gonna try and track the GPS on her phone, maybe get a location." Frost said.

"I'll be back. Find her, okay?" Frankie said as he headed back to the car.

"We have to find her." Maura said to Korsak, worry lacing her voice.

...

"No signal on her phone. Can't track it." Frost said. He had been working on finding and tracing her phone signal long enough for Frankie to drop Angela at home and make it back.

"Come on, think! We're in the middle of this double-homicide case." Korsak said.

"We don't know if it's related." Frankie replied.

"We know Dr. Parker called Jane." Frost mused.

"The dead guy? Why'd he call her?" Frankie asked.

"Don't know." Frost replied.

"Wait, wait. He treated patients with severe delusional disorders." Maura started. "It'd be his ethical obligation to call and to warn her if he was treating someone who was a danger to her."

"Put up the patient list, Frost." Korsak instructed.

Frost started typing on his keyboard.

"And she was getting strange text messages." Maura continued.

"Someone on this list knows something." Frost said as he pulled the list up.

"This could take all night." Frankie said. "We can't sit in here and go through lists!"

"Okay, what about the partial print from the casing?" Maura mused. Her and Jane had found a shell casing in Dr. Eve's coat sleeve yesterday.

"Korsak, what if we tried to put the two partial prints together?" Frost suggested.

"The one from the glove and the shell casing? It's a long shot." Korsak said. Frost pulled up the photos of both prints. He turned the images until they fit together to create one cohesive image. "That might work. Run it." Korsak directed.

Frost ran the print through the database and got a hit quickly. A photograph of the print owner popped up on the screen. Maura recognized him immediately and her stomach flipped. "That's the man who delivers bread to the café."

"Dominick Bianchi... served eight years for stalking and maiming." Korsak read off his rap sheet.

"He was Parker's patient." Frankie added.

"You got an address?" Korsak asked Frost.

"It's just the bakery." He answered.

Maura had directed herself to one of the computers in the room and pulled up Dominick's medical records. "Dominick has erotomanic delusional disorder."

"Doesn't sound good." Korsak said.

"It's a serious psychiatric disorder. He believes a stranger, most likely someone of a higher status, is in love with him." Maura explained.

"So, he thinks Jane's in love with him?" Frankie said.

Maura closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She reminded herself that Jane is smart. She'll be okay. She'll come back. She has to come back.

...

Jane awoke in a room that looked exactly like her bedroom at home. Her eyes were still closed but she felt hands on her shoulder and face and for a second she smiled. Maura. But then she opened her eyes to find Dominick staring back at her. She gasped and tried to pull away but couldn't because her hands and feet were bound.

"Hey, honey." Dominick said. "You missed your Brazilian wax."

"You were the one who was texting me?" Jane was groggy from the drugs he gave her, but she could still piece the evidence together.

"Of course I did, honey. You're my wife."

Jane tried to assess her situation. She looked around and saw her hands handcuffed to the headboard. She wiggled her wrists to test them, but they were sturdy. She looked down to see that her legs were tied with rope to the end of the bed. And her clothes were different. "You took off my clothes?"

"Oh, yeah." Dominick paused for a second. He was assessing Jane. "Do you like your new outfit?"

"Yes." Jane played along. "I love pink and ruffles and kitten heels."

"Oh, good. Oh, you look so beautiful." Dominick looked at her in a way that made her stomach turn. He nuzzled into her neck and Jane had to try not to cry.

"Dominick, um, my wrists really hurt." Jane stated with an overly sweet voice. "Is there any way that we could loosen these up just a little bit?"

"Ooh. Oh, you are sly." Dominick stood up from the bed. "No." He paused for a moment and just looked at her. Then he said, "I'm gonna go out and get dinner for us. Okay?" Dominick leaned in and kissed her. It took everything Jane had in her not to throw up in her mouth.

Then Dominick left. The second the door closed Jane began struggling against the restraints. She had to get out of here. She couldn't die here. The last person to kiss her could not be this creepy bakery guy. Maura. Stay alive for Maura. Do what you have to do to get home to Maura.

...

"Give me something!" Korsak said. The team had been working to find something that would lead them to Jane. Maura had to busy herself to keep from worrying, so she decided to go through all of Dominick's medical records in case anything else could help.

"Checking his financials." Frost pulled up Dominick's financial reports on his screen and Frankie leaned over to see them as well. "Okay, wait. He bought a bunch of computer equipment recently. Looks like he set up a webcam. Maybe I can use an inmap to run a port scan."

"What, you think you can track him through the bakery website?" Frankie asked. Frost nodded.

Frost was unsuccessful on his first attempt. "Trying a telnet port." He tried again. "Yes! I'm in. He's sending this feed to his bakery so he can watch her 24/7." Frost pulled up Dominick's live feed on the wall monitors. And there was Jane.

"Oh, god, Jane." Maura stood from her seat. Her whole body ached at the sight of her fiancé tied to a bed. Then she realized, "That's our bedroom. How did he get in our house?"

Frost and Frankie immediately ran out the door with Korsak shortly behind them. Maura turned to follow as well but Korsak stopped her. "No, stay here."

"I have to go. She is my fiancé. I need to be there!"

"Maura, it's not safe. We can't do what we need to do if we're worried about you as well. You're safer here. Watch her. Make sure nothing changes. Let us know if it does."

Korsak left and suddenly Maura was alone. She hadn't been alone in a long time. All she could do was stand there and watch her fiancé on some delusional man's video feed. She could see that Jane was scared. And she couldn't do anything to help.

"We're gonna get you, Jane. I promise."

...

Minutes later Maura was on the phone with Korsak as the boys busted in her front door. She could see on the monitor that Jane was still alone, so she let Korsak know. The boys burst in to Jane and Maura's bedroom, but Jane was nowhere to be found.

...

Jane was alone. It was silent. She couldn't get the damn restraints to budge. So she did the next logical thing for a cop to do. Check out the surroundings. She looked around the room. It was almost identical to the bedroom she shared with Maura. But instead of photos of her and the woman she loves, she saw photoshopped pictures of her and Dominick. It was terrifying, really, to see how deep his delusion went. He actually thought they shared a life together. All Jane wanted was to get back to the life she shared with Maura.

She heard the door unlock and Dominick walked in. He looked around and sighed. "I couldn't see everything in your bedroom, so I figured as long as I got it close." He leaned down on the bed. "Are the sheets okay?"

"Yeah, they're fine."

Dominick watched as Jane scanned the room again. Then he moved over to a wall with photoshopped pictures of him and Jane in Hawaii. "You remember Hawaii?"

Jane sighed. "Dominick, you know we never went to Hawaii."

Dominick turned to face Jane and screamed, "Yes, we did!" Then he chuckled and quickly moved back over to the bed. "We had our honeymoon there. We kayaked. You surfed for the first time. We went to that all-you-can-eat Luau with the pig, remember?"

Jane took a deep breath. "Yes. Yeah, I remember now."

"Liar." Dominick's voice turned sour, evil almost. "Don't play me. We didn't go to a Luau." He stood and began pacing. His voice became sad. "Don't be like Dr. Parker."

"Did you tell Dr. Parker about me?"

Dominick scoffed. "Yeah. I'm allowed to talk about my wife with my therapist."

"Of course you are." Jane whispered.

Dominick descended on Jane and grabbed her face. He angrily screamed, "Damn right!" Jane whimpered and Dominick turned sweet again. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry. Oh, baby, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry. I deserved that. I'm sorry."

The boys had returned to station and were watching the whole situation play out on the live feed. Maura was terrified that something would happen to Jane. And seeing Dominick continuously lose his temper with her was not helping to assuage her fears.

"What's she doing?" Frankie asked.

"She has to try to make him stay in the fantasy." Maura replied.

"What if he comes out of it?" Frankie questioned.

Maura didn't want to think about what would happen if Dominick snapped. "We have to find her."

Frost was trying hard to locate Jane. "He's live-streaming, but he's smart. He's hiding the I.P. address. I can't find it."

Maura raised her hands to her mouth and choked down a sob. This can't be the end. This can't be how we end.

...

Jane was starting to feel hopeless. How was she going to get out of this?

Dominick had walked over to the dresser. He uncovered a computer. That computer had the live stream on it. Jane perked up when she saw it. She looked up and saw the camera. Hope.

At BPD the team was still watching the live stream. They saw the moment Jane found the camera.

"I love computers, Dominick, just like you." Jane started.

"I couldn't use one for a long time, but I read a lot about them at Bridgewater state. Did you miss me?"

"Yes, I did." Jane acquiesced.

"No, you didn't." Dominick scoffed. "I wasn't there because of you. I was there because of Emily."

At BPD, Maura asked, "What happened to Emily?"

Frost searched quickly in the computer and answered, "He threw acid in her face."

"Oh, my god." Frankie said.

Maura squeezed her eyes shut and tried not imagine the kinds of things Dominick would do if they didn't find Jane. She started fiddling with her engagement ring and tried to remember the day Jane proposed. Maybe that would help keep her calm.

"I read about you in the paper." Dominick continued on the live feed. "I liked you when we were little and you used to come into my parents' bakery." He was tracing circles on Jane's foot. "You knew that you'd grow up to marry me, didn't you?"

Jane continued to play along. "Oh, yeah." Then she asked, "Wouldn't it be fun if we put ourselves on TV as Mr. and Mrs. Bianchi?"

"That's only for me. No one else can watch you!"

"Where do you watch me?"

Dominick moved away from Jane, towards the door. Then he took a step back towards her when he asked, "Are you ready for dinner?" Jane didn't even answer. He chuckled and left the room.

Jane listened for the lock to click and his footsteps to recede before speaking. Her voice was breaking as she said, "Frost. If you're as good as I know you are, you can see me right now. Please tell me you can see me. Frost, find me. Please."

Maura held back tears as she watched her fiancé plead and hope.

"Tell us where you are, Janie. Come on. Tell us where you are." Frankie said.

"Please let somebody hear me. Please." Jane looked towards the door and then closed her eyes. "Okay. Uh. I hear, um, airplanes landing. Must be close to the airport. Less than ... than half a mile. And ... and I-I hear a bell. A warning bell."

"The Chelsea street drawbridge." "Chelsea street drawbridge." Maura and Jane said simultaneously. Even miles apart, they were still in sync. Frost headed to the computer to start looking for a location.

"And ... and I smell fish." Jane continued.

"The processing plant." Korsak declared.

"No, that's not enough." Frankie said. "There are hundreds of buildings in that area."

"Frost, zoom in on the radiator and the window frame." Maura directed. Frost followed her directive. "That's a cast-iron radiator, manufactured in 1890, and a wooden window frame from the same era."

"So, we're looking for something built in the late 1800s that's still standing." Korsak mused.

"By the processing plant? They've all been torn down. Maybe we're not even close." Frankie said.

Jane was sobbing now. "Please, Frost, please come find me."

Frost input all the information they had, and was successful. "I got a building on Falcon street ... built in 1891."

"That's it. Let's go." Korsak ordered.

Frankie, Frost, and Korsak marched out of the room to go save Jane. Maura was left again to just watch and hope. She continued to fidget with her ring. She could hear Jane crying and it broke her heart to know that she couldn't comfort her. And then Jane spoke.

"Frost, if you don't get to me in time, I need you to tell Maura something. I need you to tell her that I love her. I love her more than anything in this whole world. Please make sure she never forgets that."

Maura couldn't hold back her tears anymore. The dam broke and every emotion that she had been shoving down came flooding to the surface. Maura fell to her knees and sobbed.

...

"Come on! Just eat!" Dominick shouted. He had candles lit and flowers on a tray with food. He was holding a fork in front of Jane's face trying to feed her.

"No, thank you. I would rather feed myself."

"Fine." Dominick dropped the fork. "Starve, then!" He stood from the bed and stood looming over Jane. "I heard you talking. I know you were talking to someone!"

"Dominick, I was talking to myself."

"I'm gonna have to make sure that you never look at anyone or talk to anyone... ever again!" Dominick threatened.

At that moment Frankie, Korsak, and Frost burst through the door screaming "Police! Police! Police! Don't move!"

Korsak and Frost pinned Dominick to a wall as they cuffed him. Frankie rushed over to help his sister. "Jane, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay" Frankie began opening the handcuffs. "Frankie, get me out of here, please."

"I got you. It's okay."

"I'm okay. I'm okay." Jane looked around but didn't see the one person she wanted. "Where's Maura?"

"She's at the station. Waiting for you. She helped us find you."

"I wanna go home to her. I wanna go home."

...

Jane and Maura were cuddled on the couch. Jane had one arm around Maura's shoulder and a beer in her other hand. Maura had her head against Jane's chest, listening to her heartbeat. Maura sighed and closed her eyes.

Jane attempted to lighten the mood. "The worst part was the outfit."

"I was so scared, Jane."

"I was, too. I didn't think I'd see you again. For a minute I thought the only wedding I'd have was this one a delusional guy made up. And now we absolutely cannot honeymoon in Hawaii."

"We'll find someplace better." Maura sighed again. "You want kids."

"What?" Jane was confused with the sudden subject change.

"You said yesterday that you would want kids if I want kids."

"Yeah. If that's something you want, then it's something I want."

"So if you weren't with me, you wouldn't want kids?"

"No, I – uh – I want kids. But, if you don't want kids, then it's not a deal breaker. I'm not gonna leave you at the altar just because you don't want kids, is what I'm saying. If all you want is me, then I think we can have a perfectly amazing life just the two of us.

"I want kids, Jane."

"You do?" Jane smiled wide.

"Mhmm." Maura's smile matched Jane's

"So, we want kids." Jane removed her hand from Maura's shoulder, put down her beer, and turned to face Maura. "Do we want kids now?"

"Well, it would be a very lengthy process for us to get pregnant, if we want that."

"Do we want that?"

"I want that, yes."

"You want to carry our child?"

"I would love to carry our child. Do you want to carry our child?"

"No, no. I think it's better if you do. I do not want to be stuck behind a desk for nine months."

"So, I'll carry our child."

"Yeah."

"Did we just decide to start a family?"

"We did. Before we even started planning our wedding. Wow."

Maura chuckled. "So I guess we'll be looking for sperm donors and wedding venues."

Jane leaned in and placed a perfect kiss on Maura's lips. "I can't wait."