It's been 3 months since things changed within the Homicide department of the BPD; 3 months since the friendly, comfortable and efficient atmosphere transformed into this sullen, tense charade of professionalism. What before was a room full of friendly banter and a feeling of unity has now become one of uneasy silence and isolation.

Jane's desk is a cluttered mess piled high with paperwork and files. During the day, she sits there and stares out of the window overlooking the street below, letting her mind pull her into a dark place that has become very familiar over the past 2 months. Frost and Korsak have stopped trying to make her smile or even join in their conversations, having resorted to throwing concerned glances her way. They continue, however, to do their duty as her partners and friends by deflecting the curiosity and pity the others in the building feel away from Jane; she really doesn't need to deal with any more questions about her ordeal, or any of the fake, meaningless offers of support from people with whom she's barely ever spoken. They see Jane sitting there, confined to desk duty as she is, but looking into her eyes they can see she's not really present… That she hasn't been present for some time now.

All the detectives and officers in the building know what Jane has been through; they're all a big family after all (and who wouldn't notice that the usually energetic Angela had deflated and lost much of her endearing energy – they had, of course, all enquired as to the cause). Even Frankie, always eager to join the detectives in running down leads and gathering intel in the latest murder investigation, has become stoic and withdrawn, preferring to stay close to the precinct in case his sister should need him. Not that Jane would ever ask him, or anyone else, for help. But he would be there, just in case…

It has been 3 months since the incident at the warehouse, 3 months since Maura left the city without a word, 2 months and 2 weeks since Doyle escaped custody and 2 months and 13 days since the problems really started for Jane.

How did Doyle's men know when he was being moved to a more secure facility? How did they know the exact route the transport vehicle would be taking, and the time of the move? Jane had to deal with all of these questions and more as Internal Affairs caught her in their crosshairs, believing her to be responsible for the leak in an attempt to win back the affections of her friend and daughter of the mob boss Paddy Doyle. During this time Jane was, as procedure dictates, suspended for the duration of the investigation; she was questioned relentlessly for hours, answering to all of the accusations that were thrown her way. Through all of this Jane felt more lonely than she had in a very long time – since Maura had entered her life. She hardly slept, and had little appetite for food, and after 2 weeks all the stress and strain could easily be seen in her pale, drawn face and gaunt body. What hurt her most, though, was Maura's departure: she had left 3 days after the warehouse incident, after saying such terrible things to Jane. She left Jane alone, and that was the worst thing of all. The IA grilled Jane and pounded her, trying to break her down and admit that she was the mole, that she had provided information to Doyle's men. She was no such thing, and in the end there wasn't enough evidence to charge her of any sort of misconduct, both during the fateful shooting at the warehouse and the subsequent events and escape.

2 months ago Jane was given back her badge and gun… 2 months ago, Doyle decided to get his revenge… And 2 months ago exactly, the hell really began for Jane…