It was another one of those dreaded sleepless nights. The boredom was sometimes overwhelming and today was one of those days where it just dragged on. Thankfully my phone started to ring, reaching over to pick it up I saw it was Lisbon.

"Hey Lisbon." I got up to get ready when Lisbon started to talk.

"Hightower wants us to take over a case." Walking over to my drawer I opened it a little to fast hitting myself square in the balls. I hit the floor a few seconds after my phone did. "Ahhhhhh!"

"Jane are you okay?" The only thing that came out was another groan and my failed attempt at trying to regain my composure. "Jane what is going on?" About two minutes later I picked up the phone. "Sorry I just caught myself with my drawer." She let out a sigh of relief. "I'll be there as soon as possible." Flipping the phone shut while walking into the bathroom to get a shower. The shower felt good after a sleepless night. I got out and walked into my room grabbing a fresh suit from the closet. It was grey with a light purple shirt different from what I usually wear. The purple looked nice with the grey so who cares? I took the stairs two at a time because it had already been an hour since Lisbon had called. Grabbing the keys off the table I opened the door and slammed it right on my fingers blood ran freely from my now broken fingers. "What the fuck, you have to be kidding me?" My left hand was now completely covered in blood. I quickly pulled off my ring before my fingers swelled anymore. The pain hit me all at once causing me to lean against the door to support myself. Reaching back to open the door again it opened and I stumbled inside. Walking to the sink to rinse off my hand and put the ring in a safe place. The water stung as it washed the blood off my hand, causing the sink to become a deep scarlet color. It made me lightheaded to see my own blood. I was never good when it came to personal injuries especially when it involves massive amounts of blood. Wrapping a dishtowel around the still bleeding fingers would have to do. This time when the closed I was more cautious not to get my fingers stuck in the door. Driving was going to be one mother of a problem for me. It was hard to stay focused on the road with the excruciating pain in my hand hopefully it would numb up soon. The pain subsided about an hour into the drive. "Yes. Now I only have five hours to go!" My phone stared to ring and I picked it up with my bad hand. "What!" The person didn't answer at first but after a few moments Grace piped up. "Hey…umm…is everything okay?" She seemed taken aback by my rude greeting. "Yeah. I'm just having a bad morning. I already ball tapped myself and broke two of my fingers." Putting the phone on speaker and throwing it onto the seat so I would not have to hold it anymore. "Oh my god, that sounds horrible. Did you go to the hospital?" Lisbon was talking to someone in the background, but only parts of what she was saying was picked up by the microphone in Grace's phone. "No, you know how much I hate those places?" Her childlike giggle filled the car. "Fine, but I at least get to fix you up. Well I'll let you go, cya." The rest of the drive to Sacramento was peaceful.