Jane sat staring at the phone in her hand; reading the text’s over and over, trying to understand what exactly had happened.
Her brother had kissed her girlfriend. Her own brother. Yes, he didn’t know that she was hers but damn it, she had already warned him to stay away from Maura. That Maura was family.
And now she sat reading a message saying he had kissed her.
Jealousy and anger coursed through Jane’s body. She slammed the phone down on her desk, ran her hands through her wild mane, and stared down at the writing on her the report in front of her.
"You okay, Partner?"
She sighed and shook her head. “I gotta call it a night,” The Female detective stood and grabbed the coat from around her chair. “You should too, we’ll pick it up in the morning.”
"Sure," Frost nodded his head and pushed his chair back from his desk.
"You’d tell me if things were’t okay, wouldn’t you?"
"Of course." Jane smiled, hating the fact that she was near lying to her friend and partner. For months now she had been hiding the truth between the split between she and Casey. She had been hiding the fact that she was now in a relationship with Maura. Partner’s don’t hide things from one another; and frankly it was beginning to weigh Jane down.
Jane pulled into Maura’s driveway, turned off the ignition, and leaned back in her seat. It was just after 2 am and she had been awake for almost 24 hours. The case was overbearingly frustrating, with no real leads to go on. She hated cases like this. The ones that would drag on for days with nothing but a mystery, no relief for the victim’s family, nothing.
Removing the phone from its holder, she swiped the screen unlock and for the hundredth time read the message from Maura. The text had almost played out in her mind as though she had front row seats to a horror movie. Knowing Frankie had kissed Maura is something that she had never wanted to invision. What was it with her brothers and Maura? She laughed. Maybe it was something in the Rizzoli blood that was attracted to Maura.
She wrapped her blanket around her as she stepped into the pouring rain and headed toward the front door and tapped on it lightly. Hoping that the doctor would still be awake.
On the eve of the Boston Marathon, we at Spartan Race, along with the country, pay tribute to all the victims and survivors of last year’s attack.
Pictured are athletes and citizens who lived through the events and won’t let tragedy grind them to a halt. This series shot by Robert X. Fogerty for Dear World captures the resilience of those affected that can’t be dampened. Please visit their site to learn more about these people’s stories and pay tribute.
Boston is as strong as community as the world has. We are proud to be part of it. On Marathon Monday, we will be there and along with the rest of the world, we will be watching a city recover as one.
Sorry bud, these don’t have your name on it.
Even if I did get them from the “Bass” paper bag.
Living the dream.
Congrats! Adorable! :D
Thank you. Wish I had been there. Apparently on the first day Maura had to chase him through the park after he was told to “sit”.