A/N: Some bestie bonding time in this chapter. It seemed like this was needed before we return to our ladies.

Frost didn't know what to do. He had never seen his best friend so down in the dumps. Jane had returned from her errand even worse off than when he had left her at the base. He had tried to coax out the reason for her mood but Jane had just grunted that she didn't feel like talking. He knew it had to be bad because although she was clearly upset, she didn't go hole herself away in her room. Jane actually accepted the beer he offered her and sat down next to him on the couch, casually leaning into him. Jane had only done this a few times and it was only when she was really at the end of her rope.

Frost wanted to be there for his friend and he would be but he was also at a loss for what to do. So they just sat side by side, leaning into each other on the couch, watching a Red Sox game. Every once in a while Frost would feel Jane shudder but whenever he looked over, she would be hiding her face from him, but he suspected that Jane was holding back tears. This was too much for him. He had never seen Jane Rizzoli cry and it wasn't going to start now.

Frost went to turn toward Jane but the minute he moved, she bolted from the couch and her hurried steps could be heard scurrying away until he heard her bedroom door slam. Frost dropped his head onto the back of the couch and let out a loud breath. He was really going to have his work cut out for him.

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Jane was depressed. She didn't think she could feel this bad ever, let alone over a woman, but here she was laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling tears slide down her face into her shirt and pillows. This was pathetic but Jane couldn't bring herself out of this spiral.

She kept replaying the the last 24 hours in her head. The look on Maura's face when she came in the shower followed immediately by the look of anger she wore when she saw Jane holding Charlie's hands. The look of disgust directed at Jane when Maura walked by her after their mission and then the lack of a look at all as Jane had opened up to Maura on her stoop. It was like the worst movie Jane could possibly watch but yet she kept hitting rewind and watching it all over again.

A beeping next to her head alerted Jane to the fact that it was time to get up and get ready for a new day at Top Gun. Jane could not muster the energy or enthusiasm for that prospect. Both the reason and bane of her existence were there and Jane didn't know if she could handle seeing either one. She thought about playing hooky, but this was her career, and as loose as Jane played with lots of things in her life, her livelihood wasn't one of them.

Getting up and taking a searing hot shower to try to burn away her moroseness, Jane felt a little more like herself as she scooted herself into the kitchen, finding Frost already dressed and ready, drinking coffee and eating some cereal. He looked at Jane as she approached and gave her a warm smile. The kindness in his eyes allowed her to forget her anguish for just a moment and return a smile of her own. She had won the lottery when she met Frost. And she needed to remind herself of that on a more regular basis.

"Feeling better today, Mav?" Frost asked and he stood up and got a bowl and a spoon out for Jane. She nodded at him in thanks and started to fill her bowl with cereal. "Yeah, thanks Frosty, for everything. You really are the best," Jane said around a mouthful of cereal. This caused Frost to laugh. "Only you would say something kind with you mouth full of food like a heathen." Frost continued to chuckle as Jane was now exaggeratingly chomping on her cereal, making sure to show Frost the contents of her mouth on each bite. "Ugh, Mav, you are so gross! Sometimes I forget what a barbarian you are," Frost said while shaking his head.

Jane stopped her antics suddenly. Being called a barbarian reminded Jane of when Maura had called her a brute and suddenly the small bit of joy she had felt joking around with her best friend was gone. Frost saw the change come over her and wanted to kick himself for whatever he said that caused it. "Jane, you good to fly today? We could play hooky, and maybe head down to the beach and relax. We haven't done that yet and we are in San Diego!" Jane could tell he was trying to cheer her up and although it was appreciated, it wasn't going to work.

"Nah, I'm good Frosty," Jane choked out after harshly swallowing her food. She suddenly wasn't hungry anymore. "Let's just get to base and get ready for the day. I can't take another loss like yesterday so let's get things right and tight today, huh?" She stood up and put her bowl in the sink, rinsing it. Jane started to collect her things and could feel Frost watching her.

"Yeah, of course Jane. See you there in a few." Jane nodded and went to collect her leather jacket and headed out the door. Frost just watched the door close and his resolve to help his friend only solidified.

A/N: Frost always came across in the show as such a loyal friend and it felt right to show that in this fic. Do you think I did him justice?