And so, two non-detectives, go together to investigate. They spot the guy they want to talk to walking toward his car. And then the car explodes.
Jane: Maura! Are you okay?
She’s fine, Jane. No one can get hurt while in direct contact with blatant product placement. Toyota: Keep moving forward … (with the subtext).
Anyhoo! Looks like Lt. Forman is “A”. Plot la dee da. Jane kinda chickens out of going with everyone else to investigate the evil lair, which makes her feel guilty. Then she and Maura sit around and process that.
Jane: When have you seen me not able to step up?
Maura: The most powerful force in nature is not a nuclear weapon.
Jane: When I talk, do you hear, ‘Blah blah blah. Maura. Blah blah blah?’
Pretty much. Maura’s too distracted the rest of the time checking you out, Jane. She really wants to boost that immune system of yours.
Speaking of which, Maura tells Jane to close her eyes and take a deep breath. But deep breaths hurt Jane and there’s some stuff happening on a nearby screen which takes us away from whatever gay thing was about to happen next.
Oh so that place they were going to investigate? The one Jane chickened out of going to? Yeah it kerploded. Lt. Forman blew himself up.
Back at her lab, Maura discovers that Lt. Forman didn’t kill himself. He was murdered! Lt. Forman isn’t “A” after all!
Maura calls Jane to tell her that their bad guy is actually the only suspect who’s still alive. Because process of elimination solves murders. Conveniently, Jane and McBeard are at this guy’s house. La dee da. Accusation/confession time. He was jealous that his ex-girlfriend (Abby) was sleeping with Lt. Forman. Love is harder than crime. Plot la dee da.
Guy knows he’s been caught. Threatens to blow them all up with a grenade. Jane and McBeard manage to not let things go kerplody. Bad guy is apprehended.