The light shined harshly through her bedroom window and she groaned. She grabbed a pillow and shielded her eyes. The ringing of her cell phone sent a sharp stabbing pain to her temples. She reached blindly for her nightstand and located her phone. She pulled it underneath pillow.
"Hello." She mumbled.
"Jane?" Frost said.
"Uh-huh." She answered still under her pillow.
"I just wanted to call and see if you were…." Frost paused on the phone. "Well if you were okay." He said.
"Just fine." She mumbled and he heard fabric rustling over the phone and her groan.
"You drank a lot last night you know." He said to her.
She sat on the side of her bed, her head hung down, focusing on her bare feet, trying to keep the room from spinning.
"Jane?" He asked wondering if she was still on the line.
"Thanks for calling, I'm fine though. I gotta go." She said and hung up before he could say anything more. She tossed her phone on to the bed.
"What the hell happened last night?" she wondered out loud. She rubbed her eyes and tried remembering something, anything but nothing seemed to coming back to her.
She stood up slowly testing her balance out and even though she swayed back and forth she managed to trudge to the bathroom.
She started the shower and stripped off her clothes. She stepped inside the shower, not caring that the water was practically scalding her body. She put a hand on the shower tiles and leaned forward hanging her head under the water. She fought the nausea that erupted in her stomach and threatened to move up her throat.
She closed her eyes and images flashed in her mind. Drinking at the Dirty Robber with Frost and Korsak, wandering down the street the cold night air making her lungs ache as she yelled, Frost taking her arm and putting her into a cab, mumbling things into her cellphone.
She stood in the shower so long the water started to get cold. She shut off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel. She wrapped it around her wet body and went over to the sink. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. 'You look like hell, Rizzoli, no you look worse than hell' she thought as she opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed some aspirin.
She fought with the stupid child-proof cap as her head pounded with the beat of her heart. She spilled two pills out and popped them into her mouth then leaned over the sink and turned the water on and filled her cupped hand with water and slurped enough up to swallow the pills.
She finished drying off then dressed in a faded blue Boston PD shirt and a gray pair of sweat pants. She wandered into her kitchen and started the coffee maker. She leaned against the counter as she waited and closed her eyes.
More scenes from last night flashed in her mind. Talking to the cab driver then getting out two blocks up the road, Korsak saying 'you're better off without her.' Frost taking her beer bottle from her 'You've had enough I think'. Wandering down the street and throwing up over a guard rail.
The coffee maker beeped and she snapped out of it. She poured herself a big cup of coffee, black and went to sit down on her couch.
Her cellphone rang and Jane made no move to go get it from her bedroom. She wasn't working today. She took a sip of her coffee then placed the mug on her coffee table before lying down on the couch.
She closed her eyes and memories flashed again, this time from 4 months ago, a hostage situation at BPD, Frankie lying in the morgue struggling to survive. Bobby with his arm around her throat and a gun to her head. Struggling, a loud bang, excruciating pain then darkness.
Jane's cellphone rang again; she sat up slowly and took another sip of coffee. Jo came up slowly to the couch and wagged her tail, happy to see her master. "Hey Jo." Jane said and ruffled the hair on Jo's head.
Jane leaned forward, her elbows on her knees. She rested her head in her hands and rubbed her eyes. Her cellphone rang again, this time when it stopped a loud banging erupted at her front door. "Oh for crap sakes." Jane said irritated she stood up too fast, swayed the collapsed back down on the couch. The pounding persisted and she wasn't sure anymore if it was her head or someone at her door. "Hang on a damn minute." She yelled a poor choice since it sent a ripple of pain behind her eyes.
Jane got up, this time slower and went to the front door and opened it. "Ma, now is not a good time." Jane said as her mother pushed passed her.
"You never think it's a good time for me to visit." Angela said as she put down the grocery bags she carried onto Jane's kitchen counter.
"I mean it this time, Ma." Jane said.
"Why didn't you answer your phone? I thought something happened to you." Angela said.
"And yet you stopped and bought me groceries." Jane remarked. Angela gave her a look.
"Really, it's not a good time." Jane said sighing.
"Are you sick?" Angela worried reaching for Jane's forehead.
Jane swatted at her mother's hand. "No, I'm not sick. I'm hung-over if you must know." Jane said going to grab her coffee cup, the contents now cold. She poured it down the kitchen sink.
"Why did you drink so much last night?" Angela asked putting the groceries away. Jane shrugged as she poured herself a glass of water.
"Is this because of Maura?" Angela asked.
"Why would you ask that?" Jane asked not facing her mother.
"She called me last night." Angela said quietly as she gathered up the empty plastic bags.
Jane didn't say anything, just took her glass of water and sat back down on the couch.
"Jane, she was very upset when she called." Angela said going into the living room and sitting down by Jane.
"What could she possibly be upset about?" Jane asked setting her water down on the coffee table, "And why call you about it?" She asked.
"Jane, she said you called her last night a few times." Angela told her. Jane had no memory of calling Maura, let alone giving her a reason to call her mother.
"What'd she say?" Jane asked not sure if she really wanted to know.
"She said you were very drunk and you kept calling." Angela told her.
Jane took a sip of her water; the aspirin was finally kicking in, the throbbing in her head now a slight dull ache. "Did she sound worried?" Jane asked. Angela didn't respond.
Jane got up from the couch in frustration, "Why'd she call you anyways?"
"She asked if I could possibly get you to stop calling." Angela said noticing the hurt her daughter felt.
Jane went into her bedroom to grab her phone. She came back out front and scrolled through her phone till she landed on Maura's contact information, "Ok, well you don't have to worry about me calling her anymore." Jane said told her Mom as she deleted Maura's information.
Jane knew it wasn't practical because she'd still need to contact Maura for work but she was lost in trying to make a statement.
Angela got up and went over to Jane. She reached out to hug her but Jane put a hand up, "Please, I can't, Ma." She pleaded and Angela understood.
Angela grabbed the empty plastic bags from the kitchen counter and opened the front door. "I'm sorry Janie." Angela said then shut the door.
"Yeah, me too." Jane said and slumped back down on the couch.