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T73.
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Jane enters the bullpen after she indeed was with the forensic artist and frowns deeply as she looks at the glass board. She is only on the third floor to get her personal notes of the case, even though Korsak had ordered her to take some days off. She can imagine that Maura will freak out as soon as she finds out about it, but she never was a person who sits around idle and Maura knows that.
Why will she do? She thinks and looks around in the office, lips pursed. Duct-tape me to a chair? She snorts and takes the black marker in her hand, Korsak is going to kill her but that doesn't matter to her right now. She opens the marker and writes on the said board: -Loner with few friends
-Probable history of perfectionism and obsessive relationship dominated by jealousy
-Interested in women
-This isn't the first time he's watching his victims
-Exceptionally intelligent
-Possible military training
-Good local knowledge
-Ordinary appearance
She jumps and twists around as some one says, "What are you doing there?" She sighs in relief as she looks into the faced of her brother.
"Shit," she hisses and furrows her brows. "You scared the shit out of me."
He crosses his arms over his chest and furls his brows. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing? I thought Korsak told you to stay at home."
Jane drops the marker and walks to her desk , opening the tops drawer on the left side. "I'm just here to grab a few things and then I am on my way home. I was down with the forensic artist."
Frankie takes a deep breath and eyes the new notes on the board. "Korsak's gonna know that you wrote that, and then he's gonna kill me."
"Tell him that you wrote it down." Jane replies and takes her pad out of the drawer.
Frankie huffs and turns to her. "Like he has never seen your handwriting, Jane."
She sighs heavily and shrugs, wincing a little. "Tell him the truth, then. Tell him that I came up to get my pad and that I wrote my thoughts down on the board. And that I went home again."
He nods slowly and stuff his hands in the pockets of his suit pants. "How are you feeling, Jane? Ma called and said that you left the hospital against medical advice. And that you drive Maura nuts."
Jane looks long at her brother and walks towards him, patting his shoulder. "I am fine, Frankie, really. My head is buzzing and my side hurts, but it's nothing that I won't survive. No need to worry."
He nods slowly and raises his eyebrows. "I can drive you home."
She smiles broadly and heads towards the entrance. "Stay and help Frost and Korsak until I am back at work."
"Alright," he agrees and walks to his desk, not really knowing where to start. He eyes his sister's ideas and frowns. He asks himself how she got them. Well, it is a good beginning. We should publish those information with the forensic sketch.
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The Italian pulls up in the driveway and frowns as she sees Frost's car and an unknown silver Volkswagen. She groans because she comes to the conclusion that this has to be Frost's friend with the surveillance cameras. She opens the door and gets out of her car with a heavy sigh.
She isn't really thrilled by the idea of being watched in her private habitat, but after the attack last night she consider it advisable too. And she wants that Maura is feeling safe as well. She runs an hand through her hair and opens the mailbox, she is sure that her wife is too busy to wine their unwelcomed guest to check the mail. If she would be at home in time Frost & Co are there, she would thrust them water and coffee in their hands and watch sports in TV, but Maura is too polite to do so. She always has to be a good hostess.
Jane purses her lips and her heart drops as soon as she spots the white envelope in the mailbox. She immediately knows what is in this item and has a clue why she was assaulted last night. I interrupted him! God knows what he was doing as I got outside.
A chill runs down her spine and she takes the envelope on a edge in between her thumb and index finger, not going to make the same mistake twice. She heads to the front door and gets inside the house. "Maura, can you bring me a pair of gloves?" She asks unceremoniously and Frost, who sits on the couch, looks up from his laptop.
"Why would you -" Maura says and comes down the stairs and all color drains from her face as soon as she sees the envelope in her wife's hand. She doesn't need an answer anymore and hurries to her bag.
Jane has an dead serious face as she walks to the kitchen island and drops the item to its surface. Thanking the blonde as Maura hands her gloves and a letter opener. She looks at the silent Frost as she puts on the gloves and licks her lips, not sure if she wants to know what that guy has to tell them this time. She opens the envelope anyway and reads:
I am the director of your lives. I don't write the script, but I set up the scenes and let improvise the dialogue of the actors. Though the woman detective is a new figure. I don't like that she is a part of my play. Not that I would be selfish or hypothetical, but I am doing this for a very long time and I consider HER as my own!
Jane's mouth becomes dry as dust and her hand starts to shake as she rereads the words all over again, and as her brain starts to put one and one together. And as she starts to understand that she isn't the object of this psychopath's desire but her pregnant wife. He is doing this for a very long time. How long? How am I supposed to end this and protect Maura? He is after Maura, but why? She swallows hard and furrows her brows. You're an idiot, Jane. A psychopath doesn't need a particular reason, all it needs is a look, a touch, a smile.
Maura sees the horror-stricken face of the Italian and steps closer, wrapping her arms around her middle. "What is it, Jane?"
Jane opens her mouth to answer the question, but a single word leaves it. She starts to breath heavily and clings the edge of the island as her knees start to give in. Thousands of emotions are flooding her body in this moment, including the feeling of helplessness. She knows exactly what this is, a panic attack.
Maura braces her wife and helps her sitting down on a high stool while she orders Frost to call a ambulance. She believes that this has to do with the encounter of last night and that Jane needs medical attention, no matter if her wife wants it or not.
Frost nods agreeing and is about to get his phone from the coffee table.
"No!" Jane stops him as she finds her voice again and shakes her head. "I don't need a ambulance!"
"Jane," Maura starts to admonish and frowns deeply. "You are very pale, you're about to hyperventilate and you do have a rapid heartbeat. You need to see a doctor, and I don't mean me with that
Jane shakes her head vehemently and pulls the doctor into a bone crushing embrace.
Maura is a little taken aback and she looks questioningly at the other detective before her hands roam over Jane's back. "Jane, what's wrong?"
Jane doesn't look up because she don't want Frost to see her like that and buries her face in the fabric of her wife's shirt. Somehow, she already had a strange feeling the whole time, she can't tell why but the feeling was there. It's happening again, someone is going to take her away from me.
Frost watches the two women and furls his eyebrows, walking to the kitchen island. It's not like that he is judging his partner for her emotional outburst, on the contrary, he can understand it very well. He turns the letter so he can read what upset and he exhales slowly through his mouth. "Oh shit!" He mumbles under his breath.
"What?" Maura asks and starts to lose her patience now. "Would anyone please tell me what is wrong?"
He holds his hand up and presses a speed dial button on his phone. He sighs and waits until someone picks up. "Korsak, we got a problem."
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"No!" Maura says empathetically and loudly, looking at the four detectives who are sitting in her living room now. She places and hand on her hip and shakes r head. "No, I am not going and hide out!"
Frankie groans and drops his chin to his chest. He can see why Maura and his sister are so great with each other. Both of them are stubborn as a mule.
Jane rolls her eyes and gets up to her feet. "Maura, someone is after you, someone who already killed three people."
"So?"
"So? Are you crazy?"
Maura is holding the Italian's piercing gaze. "It isn't the first time that someone is after my blood, Jane."
"Yes, and every time you dodged the bullet." Jane replies and her voice is raising. "But what if neither of us can make it to you in time, huh? Remember the last time as a psycho was after you?"
Maura is nodding and her voice isn't calm anymore as well. "Yes, and I also remember that you made it in time and saved Ben and me."
Jane growls dangerously and clenches her fists. "Because I had the opportunity to grill the accomplice of Geoffrey Dowell about your whereabouts, Maura." She says loud and has forgotten about the presence of the men. "You wanna know what I was willed to do to get the information, hun? I was willed to break Dane Chapman's fingers so he tells where Geoffrey took you. This time, the psychopath is working alone!"
"I won't let him rule my, Jane." Maura says with an raised voice.
The Italian slams her fist to the surface of the kitchen island and flinch as pain shoots through her wrist. "For the love of God, Maura! You are pregnant!"
Frost's and Frankie's eyes shooting to the arguing women and they aren't sure if they heard right.
"That's exactly why I won't let this person rule my life." Maura shoots back and looks determined at her wife. "I won't hide out somewhere in the U.S. until you caught the man, Jane. What if you never get him and -" She trails off and shakes her head. "You read it yourself, Jane. He is doing this for a while already and I am not willed to give my life up after we finally got together. And I am not afraid."
"The you are dumb or crazy," Jane says after a second of silence and she means every single word. She can see the hurt in hazel eyes, but she doesn't care right now. "I mean it, Maura. This not some kind of weird amusement and it's not cool to be chased by a lunatic. You have seen what he did to me because I am not fitting into his fantasy. what do you think he's going to do if he finds out about the pregnancy, huh? Being happy about it and raise the baby with you?"
Maura seems to finally give in before her face is hardening. "I am not hiding out."
Jane stifles a scream and turns around. She freezes as she spots the stunned three men. "You go and knock some sense in her." She growls and stomps towards the staircase. "I need to be alone."
Maura closes her eyes for a second and forces her tears back. She is indeed scared to the bone, but she won't give this man the satisfaction that he ruined her life with Jane.
Korsak clears his throat and gets up from the couch. "You know, Jane is right. You have to think about you and the baby. Whoever does that, he won't take your pregnancy into account."
Maura looks long at him and nods slowly. She can see that her wife already has told him about the baby before they had the argumentation and she doesn't mind it a bit. "I know, and maybe I am selfish but our unborn child do deserve a family. And I can't give it to him or her if we're under permanent police protection."
"That won't happen." Frankie says and frowns. "Well, it's gonna happen, you married Jane Rizzoli who happens to be a cop. But Jane is thinking in bigger dimensions, Maura. She doesn't want you to hide out, she barely can spend two hours away from you. She is suggesting it to keep you safe, the both of you."
All of a sudden, the ME is really feeling like an idiot because she knows that all of them are right. She takes a deep breath and lifts her shoulders. "I'll think about it. Would you excuse me please?" She says and walks to the staircase to talk to her passed wife. She exactly knows where Jane is right now and walks down the stairs. She frowns as soon as she hears the grunting and punching against the heavy bag. "You shouldn't be doing this."
"You know, I shouldn't be doing a lot of things," Jane says and makes a face as soon as her gloved fist hits the bag. "It makes me feeling good, makes me feeling alive, distracts me from my wife who always calls me reckless but isn't any better."
Maura has to smile a little and leans with her hip against a file cabinet. "Maybe your wife is just as proud as you are. Maybe she doesn't want to be away from you because it took the two of you long enough to finally become a couple."
Jane stops punching the bag and turns to the doctor. "That's why I'm begging you on my knees to leave the city until we catch him, Maura. I'm trying to protect you so nothing is going to happen to the two of you. I am swallowing my gun if you -" She stops the thought and closes her eyes. She won't think of the possibility that the woman she loves more than her own life could get killed just because she is mule.
Maura walks to her wife and kisses her gently, and then again, and then she whimpers as Jane holds her in place. She leans her forehead against the Italian's and takes a deep breath. "I just don't wanna wake up in a unknown bed alone, Jane. I know that I am asking for a lot, but I hope you can understand me." She says and opens the Velcro fasteners of the detective's boxing gloves, pulling them off carefully. "And I hope you know that I love you."
"I am still mad." Jane says and furrows her eyebrows as she looks into hazel eyes. "But I love you too."
Maura smiles weakly and kisses the taller woman once more.