"It has come to my attention that he works for the FBI."

"No, he doesn't," Jane argues.

"He does. I can't understand why you would betray my trust. I gave you a job. I gave you clients, what did I do to deserve this betrayal."

"I had no idea. This is news to me."

"Why would you bring him in here?"

"He was here before I was," she points out.

"He's probably been investigating us all along. He's using you to get to me."

"Why would he do that?"

"He wants to shut me down."

"Please put the gun down," she begs.

"Jane I want the truth, are you in on this?"

Before she can answer there is a ruckus outside the door. The door busts open, and Tony comes in.

"You better get out of here, now," Tony tells him.

"What's going on out there?"

"Boston PD, and the feds are outside. We've got to go."

"Come on!"

The three of them head out of the office. They head for the back hallway. A door opens, and Chase steps in front of them, wearing a bulletproof vest.

"Whoa, where are you going?" he questions the three of them, but remains focused on Jane.

Tony pulls out a gun, he turns it on Chase. Chase points the gun back. Not to be outdone the boss puts his gun to Jane's head.

Doors are broken down. Men charge in. There is a hail of gunfire. And everything fades to blackness.

Frost stares at Jane blankly, waiting for the rest of the story. He furrows his brows.

"That's it?"

"That's what I remember."

"What do you mean?"

"I was shot, in the process."

"Why didn't you know about them coming?"

"My phone was in my locker."

"Why?"

"Where else would I have put it?"

"Right. So then what happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said that your fiance was murdered. When did that happen?"

"I'm getting to that."

"Go ahead."

"Patience," she insists.

"Just skip to that part."

"James Bennett managed to escape, along with some of his minions."

"Ok."

"When I was at the hospital my fiance came to visit me. In the mean time they found out I was a cop, and so..."

"They shot your fiance in revenge?"

"Yes," she nods.

"I see."

"And that's it."

"So that's why you took a three month leave of absence?"

"Excuse me?"

"You took a leave of absence until February 1st, 2000. You mourned for three months?"

"I got shot."

"It took you three months to recover? From a flesh wound?"

"Who said anything about a flesh wound?"

"I guess I just assumed."

"I got shot in the left shoulder. The bullet impacted between my heart and my brachial artery."

October 31, 1999

She wakes up, in a hospital room. Her eyes pop open, and they wonder around the room. She begins to panic, but then she finds a familiar face. The man sitting in the chair next to her smiles.

"Hi," he smiles.

"Matt," her coarse voice greets.

"I missed you," he takes her hand, and rubs the back of it.

"I..." she begins.

"It's ok," he tells her.

"But..."

"I should probably let the doctor come in, and talk to you. We've been waiting for you to wake up."

"Wake up? How long have I been here? What happened?"

"It's Halloween," he tells her.

"It was the..." she struggles to clear the fog from her mind, "28th."

"I know."

"What happened?"

"You got shot. The bullet hit you between your heart, and your brachial artery, and landed in your shoulder. You lost a lot of blood. You lost consciousness, and went into shock. Things were touch and go, for a while. I'm going to go get the nurse so she can..."

Jane cuts him off, "Don't go."

"I haven't showered in a couple of days. I'll be back in an hour. Ok?"

"I..."

"I promise," he tells her.

"Ok," she relents.

"I love you."

"Love you too," she says in pain.

He leaves and the nurse comes in, and does an assessment. Before Matt can return the doctor comes in to talk to Jane. He looks at her harshly, and takes a seat.

"I'm doctor Porter," he announces.

"Nice to meet you."

"How are you feeling?"

"Not so good."

"You were shot with a .38 caliber."

"That it explains it."

"There are some other things that we need to talk about, however," he begins.