Jane's long fingers danced across the screen of her BlackBerry, scrolling through her text messages, a smile ghosting across her lips. Her bottom lip worried between her teeth, distracted. This is ridiculous.
There's a picture of Maura next to each message, smiling so damn brightly that Jane swears her eyes are sparkling. Her usually perfectly styled hair up in a messy ponytail, a dark smudge across her brow. She's never looked more perfect. Utter and complete rubbish.
Jane highlighted several messages, never wanting to lose the playful messages. Don't you dare hit that lock button!
The pad of her thumb selected the lock button. What are you doing? She's going to find these, she's going to find them and then what are you going to do? Huh? How will you explain this one?
There's excitement building in Jane's chest, bubbling through her. Oh for the love of God! Pull yourself together woman!
Jane pulls a crinkled piece of off white paper from her pocket and tries to smooth the wrinkles out of it. Her heart hammers in her chest as she smiles nervously at her friend. Oh hells no! You were supposed to throw that away woman!
Maura is looking at her, head titled, a wonderfully confused expression playing across her delicate features. Her hazel eyes flit between Jane's eyes and the scrap of paper Jane is holding. Don't you dare give her that piece of paper.
Jane hands her the fortune. Son-of-a-freaking… act normal!
"It reminded me of you." Face plant.
The excitement Jane used to feel when seeing her friend is gone. It has been replaced by fear, heart clenching, undeniable fear. Ice coursing through her veins, white noise echoing, tunnel vision inducing fear. She needs the lab results on the latest victim, her right hand hovers in front of the door; she feels the coolness of the steel door seeping into her body, stealing her warmth. She turns on her heels, ready to flee. Stop! What are you doing?!
She stands in front of the elevator and almost runs into Frost as shoots in as soon as the doors start opening. He gives her an odd look, raising an eyebrow. Coward.
She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts, clear the emotions from her body. She follows him back to the morgue doors and slips on a mask on before entering the morgue, before seeing her… well before seeing Maura. Your best friend, you jackass.
Maura's smile falters ever so slightly when she sees Jane. Panic and uncertainty shine in those hazel eyes. Jane would have missed it if she hadn't been watching so damn closely. Damn. I told you not to give it to her.
The doorbell rings, bringing Jane out of her hazy slumber. She moves quickly, feet tangling together, a curse escapes her lips before she is able to right herself. Running her hands through her tangled mess of locks, she peeks through the hole in her door. She swears her heart stops. Answer the fucking door, you idiot! She's your best friend, please, answer the door.
Jane turns the locks slowly, hand encasing the doorknob, she twists and opens the door. She leans against the thin wooden side, one foot tucked behind the other, arms crossed in front of her. See that wasn't so hard.
Maura is standing in front of her, eyes full of questions, dressed in a tantalizingly form fitting designer dress. She slips past Jane, arm casually brushing against Jane's and Jane swears her arm is on fire. Breath, remember to breath.
There's a tremble in Maura's voice when she speaks, "Jane I'm so sorry I don't feel…" and Jane stops listening. Shit… I'm sorry too.