Back in the squad room, Frost and Korsak were busy at their own paperwork, for once taking advantage of a lull in homicides to do actual work instead of gossip like old ladies or rearrange the pencils in their drawers. However, with the return of Jane, Korsak couldn't help but notice, "Forgot your coffee, eh Janie?"

"Dude, lay off her," Frost immediately broke in, defending his partner. "She's got a lot on her mind. Speaking of which, Rizzoli, did you ever find out what your girlfriend said to Jorge?"

"You're both about this close," Jane held her hand up and showed a small space between her thumb and forefinger, "to being shot. Honestly, I don't know what the hell is wrong with everybody. Maura is my friend, okay?" She threw her hands up in frustration. "Why does everyone insist on calling her my girlfriend? I mean, seriously, we've never even kissed. What on earth would," for the second time that day, Jane stopped talking mid-sentence. Her eyes widened for a moment, and she went slightly pale. "Man, forget you guys. I'm going for coffee." Though her voice was steady, her ordinarily firm steps were slightly off as she headed for the exit to the squad room.

Frost tried shouting, "I forgot, Jane, I'm sorry! You know I don't - Aw, hell," he broke off as Jane went right out the door. "Korsak, don't the ladies that play bridge together call each other girlfriends? My last girlfriend, the girl I dated, had about a dozen girlfriends, the girls she went shopping and had lunch with. That's all I meant, I swear!"

Korsak sighed. Frost was a good detective and a good man, but he could be so stupid about women, mused the man who'd been divorced by three of them himself. "You've got to learn, Frost. Jane's so used to hearing about the guy kind of girlfriend, she doesn't even think about the girlie kind of girlfriend anymore. You're getting good at watching your partner's back, but you also got to watch your damn mouth, okay?"

"Yeah, I just don't think about her like that, you know? She's my partner, and my friend. It just never..." Frost shook his head, "Yeah, you're right Korsak." With that, they both dropped the subject and went back to their work.


Jane stood in line for coffee. Her hands ran from rubbing across her scars to fingering the badge on her belt to lightly touching the gun on her hip, and then back again. She was anxious, and it showed in every part of her from the scowl on her face to the tension in her shoulders.

"Yo, Janie, you okay?" It was Frankie and his partner.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just waiting for my coffee." Jane hooked her thumbs in her pants pockets to still them as she nodded a hello to Frankie's partner.

"You look nervous. Are you sure you okay? You're not in trouble with the brass again, are you?" Her little brother was genuinely concerned, and, though Jane wanted to be annoyed about it, she really needed a friend right at that moment more than a fight.

"No, I'm not. Listen, you got a sec?" Her eyes flickered to the man behind Frankie and then back to her brother. "I want to talk to you about something."

"We're about to go on lunch, so yeah. You want to go hit the diner?"

"Yeah, that'd be good. You okay with that Shelton?" Jane finally directly addressed Frankie's partner. "I promise to bring him home before he turns back into the ugly step child." She smirked.

"Too late for that." Shelton replied with a chuckle. "Go on, I'm just going to eat here. You taking the cruiser or the unmarked?"

"Nah, I'll drive. Keep the cruiser in case you have to find Frankie's other shoe or something." Jane gave her brother a little shove. "Come on, Cinderfella, let's not be late to the ball."

Frankie shoved back. "Why you both got to be that way?"

"What? I'm on a time table here, Maura's reports for the last bit of that autopsy should be done in about an hour. Come on, before she finishes and I'm not there to annoy her about reddish brown stains, or, worse, she gives the report to Frost, and Frost says something stupid."