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Jane was sitting at her desk, silently taking in all the information's that both Frankie and Korsak provided on the case. It would have been so much easier if the medical examiner could move his ass with this goddamn autopsy, so they could get the results faster. Jane couldn't stand the guy, his laziness and his stupid voice. Every time when she came down to the morgue she could hear him saying "My craft is an art, lady!". Jane groaned when she heard Vince's worried tone.

- You alrigh', Janie? – she was quiet for too long and he obviously caught it. Brunette brushed her sweaty palms on her thighs. She hated that after so much time, they still treated her like some poor puppy that was left on the roadside.

- I'm fine Korsak. I just feel like doctor Bowell is taking too much of his sweet time and can't have the job done. – she got up from her desk and came closer to the white board. She looked at the victim's photo, really wanting to make a progress. Anything. She needed some leads. But nothing showed up and through last day nothing popped out. They were standing here with empty hands. And autopsy was going painfully slow. – Just after Maura have left, they can't find a competent person for her replacement.

The realization hit her suddenly. It occurred to her that she finally was able to say her name openly, with other people around. And she used the word „replacement".

It was already six months. Six months since Maura have left. Without explanations, without any information's why or where she was going. She left Jane heartbroken. She left Jane behind. Jane called her, multiple times. She tried her phone, she even tried to contact both Constance and Hope, but no one answered. Even Cailin never answered. Maura never answered her damn phone, so Jane was trying to find her other way, with no result. She just disappeared.

There was no goodbye. Just this one day, when she didn't came to the crime scene, Jane felt in her gut that something bad had happened, but she never imagined this horror. And for her, it was a real life horror.

Back then, she was depending only on coffee, because she couldn't sleep longer than two maybe three hours. It was exhausting, but more important, it hurt. It hurt when Maura have left so suddenly, that no one noticed. And after few days of clear void that appeared in her heart, something hit her. Her mother needed to know that Maura was leaving. She was in the guest house, mere meters from her.

She ran into the cafe with pure rage in her posture. People stepped aside when she walked through the corridors. Stepping into the café she immediately approached her mother and pointed accusatory finger at her.

- Why haven't you told me that Maura was leaving?! You're living in her guest house for Christ's sake! – back then, it was a good thing, that Frankie was in the cafe that morning, because Jane fell into awful riot mixed with all her hurt. She was vulnerable and powerless and she hated those feelings.
Especially after Hoyt.
Her mother was shocked, like few other clients of Division Cafe. Only her younger brother looked at her with calm expression on his face.

- What are you talkin' bout, Janie? – she heard her mother's innocent voice and deep in her heart she knew that Angela was as hurt with Maura's decision, as Jane was.

- God damn it, Ma! – she hit the counter with her folded fist. White knuckles screamed in pain, but it was nothing in compartment to the pain that honey blonde left her with. – Why wouldn't you tell me something that important?!

- Janie listen… - she knew that Frankie tried to calm her that day. She knew that he understood her feelings and was accepting all of them, but it didn't mattered. She needed to release her sorrow. Her mother was just innocent victim in all this mess.

- Don't you get it, Ma? Maura is my best friend. I don't know why she have left, I need to find her. If you could be useful for once in your life and would send me a text message or anything, that would be fucking appreciated! – she kept her voice low, but the sharp words made the harm. Her mother barely made it to the kitchen without crying. – I'm not done yet! – she screamed after her, when she suddenly felt her younger brother holding her arm tightly, taking her out from the station.

- Jane… - he started softly, but Jane was taking none of it. She snapped at him immediately.

- What the fuck, Frankie? Playing good cop now? – he groaned and caught her arm in tight hold. It was painful, so unlike Frankie.

- Stop screaming at everyone! No one is at fault… - his voice was soft and she sometimes really wondered from where did her brother got this angelic patience. She suddenly felt the heavy guilt on her shoulders.

- I've hurt Ma… But… She could just send a text message… Anything. – she looked at her hands, her ugly, scarred palms, that were reminding her of the agony and the pain. Right now it felt like slight twinge. She closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath.

- Ma told me that she didn't know when Maura have left. She was at lieutenant's house. Ya know… After date… - his voice was quiet. Jane could barely hear him, it was like whisper in the back of her head. Now, woman felt even bigger guilt building in her heart. She sighed and looked at her brother with pain written all over her face and with dark circles under her brown eyes. He got a close look at her, when the worry suddenly appeared. – You look bad, Janie. Were you sleeping last night?

- Yeah, don't worry bout it. – her answer was fast, definitely too fast, and Frankie noted that immediately. Although he could engage, he just patted her shoulder with a small smile on his face.

- She'll be back Janie. And everything will be fine. – he left her in front of the Boston Police Department building. She was standing there alone for few more minutes holding back her tears. Everyone knew, and she knew that as well. Maura was never coming back.