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Dean had survived.
She was happy that he hadn´t died but she really didn´t care that much about seeing him again. It was his fault! If he had just listened to her, maybe she hadn´t shoot Doyle... maybe she hadn´t kill him.
"Where are you, Maura?" Jane whispered.
Maura had fled. She didn´t answer any of her phonecalls and after a week, when she got feed up with the silence treatment and went to visit her, she found the house empty.
Angela had moved out with Tommy a few days later. They already had an apartment in mind and with the current situation they just found it best to get out of Maura´s property.
2 months. 2 months of seeing very little of her own daughter. Angela was going crazy with worry about her baby girl. Everytime she caught sight of her she looked more pale, more fragile, more sick. She rarely eats or sleeps. She was sure of that. She was not a detective but The dark circles under her eyes and her Janie´s now slightly baggy clothes were proof enough. Frost and Korsac were worried too. Jane was always at the office. She worked harder than ever before and she rarely went home anymore. She was always a great detective but now they had an unbetable record of solved cases.
"Jane, wanna go to the Robber with us? We need to celebrate. You caught that bastard alone with almost zero evidence. You´re the city hero all over again." Frankie, now a detective, was not giving up on his sister. If Maura decided that Jane wasn´t worth it anymore just because she acted on instinct, then damn her.
"Maybe another time, little bro. I need to finish this report and then I´ll just go home and sleep. I´m no hero. I was just doing my job."
Hollow. Her answer was deprived of any sentiment. Frankie now understood what they meant when they say that you can fell your heart break. He always thought that it was sentimental bullshit, but at the moment, he understood what the feeling. He snapped. That was it. He was making the call. Maybe it was their last resort.
Jane was in bed when she heard the knock. It was a little after 2 am. She just rolled to the other side and tried to forget her last nightmare, when she heard the knock again. Deciding to just get it over with, she got up. Maybe Frankie had forgot his key inside his house again and wanted to crash in her sofa. What a stupid excuse to check up on her but she was glad that he cared.
Jane almost fainted when she saw who has on the other side.
"Well, can I get a hug?"
For the first time in almost 3 months, Jane smiled, before grabbing the person in front of her and breaking down in her door step.