The top floor of the precinct was empty. Laura, the cleaning lady, was busy in Lieutenant Cavanaugh's office. Jane saw Laura through the slits of the blinds and offered a weak, half-smile in her direction. She didn't realize that she had been staring off into space, going over every detail of the case again in her head. She sighs, blowing a locket of black curls to the side of her face. Her coffee was cold and it had lost its appeal hours ago. Korsak had already left, needing to feed his army of dogs while Frost had walked away with a pep in his step due to a "hot date". It was time to call it quits for the night. Jane stands, grabs her suit jacket from the back of her chair, and swings it around her broad shoulders. Her mind wanders to Maura, wondering what the honey blonde was doing right now. As if on cue, her phone rang, singing Chopin's "Funeral March" loudly in the quiet night. Jane chuckles, remembering Maura's horror at finding out what song Jane had selected as her ringtone. She flips the phone open, skipping past any greeting.
"Can't sleep?"
Jane hears a small laugh on the other end of the phone, "Not quite. I was checking in and seeing whether you had returned home safely."
The clacks of her shoes made contact with the parking garage's pavement, revealing her position as Jane replies, "Nah, wanted to go over some of the tapes again. I can't figure out how our killers managed to dodge those cameras."
"Maybe it would help if you got some rest. You know that a sleep-deprived brain is of no good use to you," Maura warns with a hint of sternness.
"Yeah, yeah. Between you and my ma, I never hear the end of it. I'm heading home now, I'll see you in the morning, Maur", Jane says with her voice filled with teasing.
"Goodnight, Jane." She hears the click of the phone and uses her finger to shut the phone closed, stuffing it in her suit jacket as she ducks her tall frame into the car.
Jane had little memory of the rest of her night as she drove home on auto-pilot and climbed into bed with her shoes still on. As she drifted off to sleep, Maura's voice nagging her about the wrinkles and germs on her suit lulled her to a night of dreams. Jane was so tired that she had neglected to realize that there was a pair of binoculars staring through a crack in the window within the apartment complex across from her own apartment. As she falls into bed, the person across the street lowers the binoculars, writing down the time.