Jane closed her eyes they burned with exhaustion. The only light in her house was coming from her laptop and the light over the kitchen sink. opening her eyes she looked away from the laptop, it was dark now. How long had she been staring at the screen of her computer? Slowly rising off the sofa Jane could feel the muscles in her body protest. She slowly starts to make her way to the kitchen,making a mental note that she needs a desk and chair. Once in the kitchen she flicks on the light. Her eyes squint as the white light fills the darkened room. The clock on the stove says 3:26AM. A sigh escapes the tall brunette as she grabs a glass from the cabinet. Grabbing a few ice cubes from the freezer she drops them in the glass. The sound fills the room. If the ice sounded loud then the faucet sounded like Niagra falls. The sound was somewhat soothing in its cadance. Jane stood at the sink and let the sound of the running water drown out her own thoughts.

Jane could feel her body jump as she snapped back to reality, water still running. Slowly looking around she could see the faint light of sunrise entering the room. Looking down she notices the ice has melted in the glass. pouring it out in the sink she thinks, "'fuck...' how long have I been out this time?" the clock on the stove now read 4:55AM. "O well.. time to start the day I guess." she mumbled to herself. Dragging her feet she stumbled off to her bedroom to get ready for the day. reaching her bedroom she puts the light on and heads to her dresser grabbing the essentials she makes her way to the shower. After drying herself and getting dressed she turns out the light and stands for a moment in the darkened room. For some reason the dark and quiet fits her mood. Jane grabs her jacket and starts to walk out the door before turning to the kitchen. "UGH...shit Jane, stupid real stupid." she walks over turns off the faucet and the light and heads out the door.

Parking her car at the precicnt, she makes her way to the building. She notices the strange looks and smug smiles as she walks in, all the while thinking to herself 'WTF is everyone looking at?'. She waits for the elevator to arrive so she can just get to her desk and work. People in general, are annoying her today. As the elevator door opens she walks out into the hallway outside of the homicide division. A couple of detectives where talking in the hallway, but when they saw her they looked at each other and then walked away. Starting to get really pissed off she walks to her desk. Frost was across from her with his face burried in his computer screen. She sat with a grunt. Frost looked up to say good morning but the words were lost in his throat. His eyes grew wide as he looked at Jane. Jane not being able to hold her anger any longer lashed out at Frost, "What The Fuck are you staring at?" Frost swallowed hard a few times and then asked, "Jane are you feeling ok?" Jane was getting madder and madder each second. "Of course, I feel fine why?" Frost just shook his head and mumbled under his breathe as he stuck his face back into his monitor. This was all Jane could handle, she walked in the hallway and into the ladies room.

Jane stood in front of the mirror and just stared. Both her eyes darkened and her nose was crooked and badly bruised. A large gash on her cheek, and bruising around her neck with some small scratches. All at once flashes of two nights before started to flood Janes mind. Her breath hitched in her throat, tears started to fall the whole room was spinning. She caught flashes as they flew past. sitting in the Robber with Maura. Drink after Drink. Laughing. Waving goodbye to Maura as she left for the night. Walking home casue she had a few too many. Hearing someone in the alley. At this last thought Jane began to shake. The images began to get darker and harder to understand. A man. Too close. Too slow. A bright light. The man looking down at her. Hard to breathe. Then nothing. Darkness. As the images start to fade from her mind something in her snapped.

Frost went down to the mourge. He stopped in front of the double doors looking inside to make sure Dr. Isles wasn't doing anything particularly gross at the moment. opening the door the Dr. looks up from her table. "Dr. Isles."he says in way of a greeting. "Hello detective. How can I help you?" He lowers his eyes before he speaks, "well, it's Jane actually." Mauras pulse jumped. Her breathing became erractic as detective Frost tried to explain. "Well she came in this morning and just... well... somethings not right, can you come and talk to her please." Maura had noticed how subdued and lost det. Frost seemed to be. Trying to be a calm as possible she started to remove her gloves. in a voice so low she almost couldn't hear him Frost said "she went into the restroom about 30 minutes ago and hasn't come out." This really got Maura worked up. What could be wrong that Jane would hole up in the restroom? What was it that Frost wasn't... or couldn't tell her? She made her way to the restroom outside of the homicide office.

lightly knocking she opened the door and said Janes name. No reply. She looked around the bathroom and almost didn't see her. Jane had crawled into the last stall and was hiding next to the toilet on the floor, her knees curled up into her chest as tight as she could get them. Slowly Maura made her way to the last stall. The door was open. What she saw there nearly broke her heart. Janes eyes where wide open, although she could tell that they were not seeing what was in front of her. Maura knelt in front of Jane. "Jane?" Muaras' voice trembled as she spoke to her friend. Nothing, no sounds no movement, nothing. "Jane, honey?" as she spoke she reached out her hand and gently touched Janes' knee.