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Ever since she came back from undercover, Jane hasn't been the same. Something is very different about her. The normally quiet and level detective has become very talkative and eccentric, or in other words, bizarre. Yes, very bizarre. Un-Jane-like. She's been wearing make up, which sets off an alarm in my mind no matter how gorgeous she looks. I know my friend is hiding something. As if she is using the make up as a mask to hide who she has become.
When she's not hyper-active, Jane completely does a 180 turn and is very quiet and almost apathetic. I'm very worried.
Today she and I were supposed to have lunch. Jane had told me she would come down and get me the moment she was done with her paperwork. An hour after our usual set lunch time, I went up to check on the detective and found that her desk was still messy with open files and papers, but Rizzoli was no where to be found. Asking Frost if he knew of her whereabouts, he shrugged and told me that the taller woman went to the bathroom about half an hour ago and hasn't been seen since.
So as curious and apprehensive as I am, I went to see if Jane was okay. Going to the bathroom on the homicide floor, I go to open the door but find that its locked. Knocking lightly. "Jane... are you in there?" I question then hear a sniff.
"Uh yeah yeah... I'll be right out."
A moment or so later I hear a flush of a commode then seconds later the wound of running water. Finally, the sound of the door unlocking then the sight of my best friend standing in front of me.
"Jane, are you okay?" I ask gently, not to upset her.
"Yeah I'm fine. What's up?"
"Well, I thought we were going to lunch. Are you not feeling well? You're pupils are dilated and..." The detective then cut me off before I could describe the rest of the symptoms I was seeing.
"Yeah, lunch. Lets go. You wanna go to the deli down the street or the cafe downstairs or somewhere new? Hell I just wanna go home. How about I cook? " Jane said very quickly.
My worries did not stop just because she said she was fine.
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Hours had gone by since the last time I took a hit. I was feeling tired and miserable. I was crashing from the cocaine. I knew I needed help and eventually someone was going to find out. Hopefully, it wasn't Ma.
It eventually hit me that I had to get up and draw a line or three. Getting up and had gone straight to the bathroom and pulled out my baggy. Before I knew it I had already smoked one roll and sniffed two lines and half an hour had passed. Oh well, my plan was to tell them I got sick if they asked what the hell happened to me. What I didn't expect was the knock on the door then Maura's voice calling from the other side. Shit...
"Uh yeah yeah... I'll be right out." I answered my friend then began cleaning up. Quickly, I stashed everything away in my pocket. I tossed the butt of my 'crack stick' under some wrappers and paper towels in the trash can. So she didn't think anything was strange, I flushed the toilet then went to the sink and ran the water as I checked myself out to make sure there wasn't any white powder on my face, hands, or clothes.
Once I unlocked the door and opened it I saw Maura standing there looking at me strangely. Hearing her question if I was okay, I didn't lie. I was finally feeling better. I felt like I had drank three Redbulls in a row.
I then answered her question about lunch a little too quickly. It was like I couldn't stop talking. This wasn't me. I wasn't this talkative, spastic person. Ever.
Going back to my place and cooking for her, I could tell she knew something was wrong. But I tried to be an upbeat person and started singing and dancing to the music from the radio.
Finally we started eating and I started to slowly relax. I was starting to crash again. My highs only lasted for maybe a half an hour to a full hour.
Maura and I cleaned up the kitchen then sat on the couch. She was quiet. Quiet, in fact I think she was studying me. Studying with that cute little tilt of her head. Gah, she's adorable.
But anyway, I knew it was only a matter of time before she figured out what I was doing to myself.
Ok, that was a little different. I used 1st person to get a better perspective on what they were both seeing and feeling.
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