I'm Coming Home
The creepy smile that hovers on Bertram's lips makes her blood curdle, but her hand never falters as she levels her gun at him.
"Drop that knife," she orders, her voice harsh and cold as a steel blade. When the CBI director only takes a step forward she empties her gun, and he's dead.
Jane is still trembling from shock as she tells him to go home. If they're lucky enough no one has seen him enter the basement, and she's determined to face the upcoming storm alone.
It takes her team almost twelve hours to clean up the mess, after that she's greeted as the hero who's eventually brought down the most cunning serial killer of the last couple of decades.
She forces her way through a crowd of journalists, her mind focused on one task only. Jane is nowhere to be found in the CBI headquarters, she hopes he's followed her advice and gone back to his old motel room.
Except that the room his dark and empty, and her heart sinks. Maybe he's driven off to his house in Malibu, and she prays that he's arrived safely there.
She's beyond tired when she steps inside her apartment, the last thing she expects to find there is Jane sleeping like a baby on her living room couch.
A warm smile creeps to her lips, then she wanders off in search of a blanket.