Weeks pass. The weeks turn into a month, and, their case goes cold. With other murders piling up, they are forced to shift their focus. Jane returns to work, but is forced into desk duty. She returns home, after crime scene clean up. Each night she falls asleep on the couch, with all the lights on.
She falls asleep to the T.V. She wakes up hours later, to the telephone ringing. She reaches for the phone, and pulls it to her ear.
"Rizzoli," she announces.
"I'm just calling to wake you up."
"Maura I can wake up on my own."
"Jane, it's seven thirty."
"Oh. I must have fallen asleep."
"How long ago?"
"Four, or four thirty, I lost track."
"Get up."
"Maura?"
"Huh?"
"Have you been in my apartment?"
"No why?"
"I went to sleep with the TV on."
"It's not on?"
"No. The lights were on too," Jane sits up, straight as a board, on her couch.
"They're not now?"
"No."
"Maybe the electric is off."
Jane grabs the remote, and flips the T.V. on. It comes to life.
"No, it's not."
"Where is your gun?"
Jane reaches for the coffee table. She grabs her gun. As she lifts it off the table, she can feel that it is loaded, just the way that she left it.
"Jane hold on. I'll have a unit over there in ten seconds."
"Maura don't hang up," Jane begs.
"I'll use the other phone," Maura promises.
Jane listens to white noise on the other end for what seems like an eternity.
"Maura?" Jane says into the receiver.
"I'm back. They're on their way."
"I'm afraid to move, or turn on the light."
"Don't stop breathing."
"I... I shouldn't have to live like this. I shouldn't be afraid in my own home."
"Don't let him into your head."
"I didn't invite him, just like I didn't invite him into my house."
Jane hears the siren coming down the street. Thirty seconds later someone is knocking at her door. She knows by the sound of the knocking who it is. He puts the key into the lock, and unlocks the door. He steps inside, and flips the light on. She points her gun at him. She hangs up the phone. He moves towards her. She puts the gun down.
"Are you ok?" is the first thing that he asks.
"No, Frost I'm not ok."
"What happened?"
"I fell asleep with the TV, and the lights on. When I woke off they were both off."
"That doesn't mean that he was here."
Jane rises to her feet. She grabs her gun, and surveys the room. That's when she notices the envelope on the table, with her name on it. She points.
"That does."
He takes one look at the envelope, and nods in agreement. They begin systematically checking the apartment. Finally they return to the living room, after checking every hiding place.
"I hadn't seen your bathroom, since you dry walled the ceiling," he comments.
"Frost?"
"Yeah?"
"We dry walled the ceiling. There are not vents large enough for him to fit through. There is not attic, or crawl space. The only access into the apartment is a window, or a door. There is one door, in and out."
"I looked at the widows. No signs of forced entry."
"He walked in, through my front door, while I was sleeping. He stood their watching me. Hell, maybe he even wrote the note, while he was here. Maybe he used my pen. He came in, and I didn't even know it."
"You have gloves?"
"Yeah," she nods. She goes into the kitchen, and grabs gloves out of her drawer. She hands them to her. He pulls on the gloves, and reaches for the envelope. He stops, abruptly.
"What? What is it?"
"Did you take anything, last night?"
"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"
"A sleeping pill, or anything?"
"I don't sleep."
"You have a prescription."
"I am aware."
"They have been filled."
"You're keeping tabs on me?"
"Someone has to."
"I haven't taken any of them."
"How much did you have to drink last night?"
"I didn't have anything to drink last night. Maura brings me home every night, and makes sure that I am alone, and that there is no alcohol in the place."
"You didn't go to a bar?"
"Alone? No, I didn't."
"You didn't go with anyone?"
"No. Frost, I didn't go anywhere. I haven't had anything to drink in two weeks."
"What did you do, last night, when you got home?"
"I came home, and ate dinner, and then watched TV, until I fell asleep."
"What did you eat?"
"I had some cereal. Cinnamon Life, if you must know."
"With milk?"
"Yes. Why are you asking me all of this?"
"Is that how you went do bed?" he points.
She glances at her pajamas, and then directs her focus to him, "Yes this is what I wore to sleep in. Why?"
"You put them on, inside out?"
"What?"
"Did you put your pajamas on, inside out?"
"Of course not."
Barry doesn't respond. Jane looks down. She finds that her t-shirt, and her pajama bottoms, even her socks are inside out. She doesn't say a word. She just stares at Barry in horror. He proceeds to open the letter.