Chapter 7 – Running
"Any news?", Korsak asked as he was taking his cup of coffee from Angela's hand.
"Same as always, she just sends a message, I'm alive, stop calling ma, and that's it. I don't even know where she is! I don't know what happened! I don't know anything!" Angela replied, her voice a mixture of worry and anger.
"Jane can take care of herself, you know that."
"I know, but I'm also worried about Maura, I don't know absolutely anything about her, Jane at least sends something, Maura has completely disappeared. You know those two are acting like children, once I get them both in front of me they will both hear me! Making me worry so much…"
"Do you think we should do something, to get them to talk to each other, make an intervention of some kind…?", Korsak asked blowing at his hot coffee.
"I'm not sure that would be a good idea, I have a feeling we just need to let them work this out on their own."
Korsak nodded, "I better go upstairs, see you later Angela, and let me know if there are any news".
"Sure thing Vince."
Jane was sitting in her car, looking into the distance, her eyes lost, she buried her head into her hands, "I cannot deal with this, I don't know how to deal with this, it's too much, it's too many emotions, I just want to forget about it all."
After the visit to Maura she drove back home, packed some things and just drove off, somewhere, anywhere, just away from everything. Now she was sitting parked on the side of the road, trying to figure out what to do. "I don't know what to do!", she yelled out in frustration, started the car and stepped on the gas. She turned the radio full on and sang along out loud, trying desperately to forget about everything. New York, that's a place where you can forget about all your worries, she thought to herself. So she headed to New York, to forget about the pain, the emotions, the fear and everything else she should be facing. It was just easier to block it all and pretend it wasn't there. She parked her car in front of the NYPD building. Stepped out and turned away from the building.
"Take a few beers and just forget about all your worries Jane" she told herself and headed towards one of the bars across the street. She sat at the bar and ordered the first beer. It didn't take long to hear her name called out.
"Jane, Jane Rizzoli? What the heck are you doing in NY? Don't you have enough of your own murders to solve, did you come here to steal my work too?"
Jane turned around and saw a tall, handsome man in front of her. "Oh my God, John! I thought you were in the capital!", Jane stood up and gave him a hug.
"I transferred two years ago, to the homicide department here, how have you been?"
"Good, solving murders, drinking beer" Jane replied lifting her beer bottle with a smile.
"Well then, let's have some more and catch up, I bet you I have caught more bad guys than you!"
Jane laughed, "You're kidding right, you don't even want to play that game with me pal!
"We'll see", John replied smiling and lifted his bottle for a toast…
"Good morning, Angela, bright and sunny day outside, it's been two weeks, any news?"
"Yep", Angela replied and pointed her head towards the other end of the room.
"Really?" Korsak asked with surprise and turned around to look in the direction Angela pointed at.
Jane was standing there laughing wholeheartedly, in a conversation with a tall, dark-haired man, wearing an elegant black suit.
"Who the hell is that?" Korsak asked.
"Detective John Westerly", Angela replied with annoyance.
"Jane seems awfully close to him", Korsak replied puzzled.
"Yep, she does", Angela said, her voice still irritated, "Apparently, they are dating", Angela stated matter-of-factly.
"They are what!?", Korsak exclaimed, then closed his eyes and exhaled heavily with a sad tone in his voice "She chose to run…" Angela just nodded her head in silence, her eyes full of worry, directed at her daughter on the other side of the room… "Yes, she chose to run…"