Jane and Maura sit in the cafe at the precinct. Maura's phone vibrates. She grabs it off the table, and pulls it to her ear.
"Isles," she answers.
"Maura it's Korsak, is Jane with you."
"Yeah, why?"
"I need you to keep her occupied for a while."
"Why?"
"Don't let her go to the squad room."
"Ok."
"I need you to distract her."
"Why?"
She hears a long pause on the line. Finally after several seconds he answers her, "There has been an accident."
"I see. She's sitting across the table from me," Maura reveals.
"Frost was in an accident on his way to work this morning. Just don't let Jane leave the building, no matter what. Ok?"
"Ok," she agrees, and hangs up the phone.
Jane looks over at her questioningly.
"Who was that?" Jane questions.
"It was Korsak."
"Why was he calling you at seven thirty in the morning?"
"He wanted to let me know that the traffic is terrible, and not to expect them on time."
"Them, who?"
"Anyone," Maura lies.
"Maura what is going on?"
"Nothing."
An hour later Jane is sitting at her desk. She looks around the room, but it's empty. Her co-workers are noticeably missing. Maura sits next to her, focused on her phone.
"Maura are you going to tell me what's going on?"
"Nothing," Maura lies.
"Maura you are a terrible liar. Just tell me what is going on."
"You know this rain we have been having is really something," Maura comments.
Jane looks out the window at the steady downpour, "Yeah, I know. It's pretty much been raining for the past three days. Why are we talking about the weather? Maura where is everyone?"
Before Maura can answer her phone rings. She looks at the number, and then looks at Jane.
"Don't go anywhere. I've got to take this."
Maura steps away. She heads into the break room, where Jane can't hear her. She puts the phone to her ear.
"Isles? Yes, Lieutenant Cavanaugh," her heart drops, as she listens to the voice on the other end of the line, "Oh. No, don't rush. I'll tell her. Yes, I'm sure. Ok, bye," she hangs up the phone. She looks up, and finds Jane standing in the doorway.
"Maura are you going to tell me what's going on, or not?"
Maura points to the chair sitting next to the table in the middle of the room.
"Have a seat."
Jane folds her arms across her chest, "I'm fine here," she remains in the doorway.
"You should sit," Maura insists.
Jane takes a seat. She looks up at Maura, "It's that bad?"
"Yeah," Maura admits, on the verge of tears, herself.
"Maura just tell me what is going on. Where is everyone?"
"Jane there has been an accident," Maura begins.
"An accident? What kind of accident?"
"A car accident."
"So there is a hold up on the bridge, or what?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"Maura what the hell is going on here? Why won't you tell me anything? Where is everybody?"
"Korsak is at the hospital."
"He was in the accident? Is he ok?"
"No, he wasn't in the accident. He's fine."
"Why is he at the hospital?"
"He is just taking care of things there."
"Things, what things? Where is everyone else?"
"The crime scene?"
"Crime scene? What crime scene?"
"The scene of the accident. It appears that it was anything but accidental."
"What do you mean?"
"Someone intentionally hit him, and pushed him into an intersection."
"What? Who? Who was in the accident?"
"Your partner," she reveals.
"I should go to the hospital, or the crime scene. Why didn't anyone call me? I should be out there helping. I should..."
Maura cuts her off, "They didn't want you at the crime scene."
"Why not?"
"They thought that it would be too hard for you to handle."
"He is my partner. They should have at least called so I could be at the hospital."
"They didn't think you should be there either."
"Why not? Was it that bad? Maura he is my partner."
"Jane," she swallows hard, "I am so sorry."
Jane shakes her head in disbelief, "No. No. Don't. Don't be sorry. Don't say it," she looks at Maura on the verge of tears.
"Jane he didn't make it."
She gasps, "No!"
Maura hugs her. Jane holds tightly to her best friend. She can't fight the tears, they stream down her face. Jane lets go, and looks at Maura.
"They're sure that it's him?"
"Yes."
"How could this happen? I don't understand. This isn't fair."
"I know."
"Why did this happen?"
"A felon who was recently paroled is responsible. Frost's testimony was responsible for putting him away."
"How did he get parole?"
"Good behavior?"
"Unbelievable. Good behavior? He killed my partner."
"I am so sorry."
"I want to see him."
"No. You can't."
"I want to see him," Jane begs.
"Jane there isn't enough left to see."
"What do you mean?"
"The gas tank ignited, and the car caught fire."