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A/N 1: Thank-you for your continued support. To the reviewer who kindly noticed the typo, as ever; my story is not beta-ed. If anyone would like to take up the role, I would be grateful.
A/N 2: To the reviewer who asked: If maura understands and knows jane that much, why call her narcissist, coward and selfish in the first place? It simply comes from a very small little moment in the episode where Jorge the nurse sends Jane flowers and Maura is holding the fudge clusters, and makes a remark that he may want to date Jane, because he hasn't seen all the sides to her yet. Maura does come out with some negative remarks to Jane now and again, and I simply wanted to slip in a few little alludes to that.I don't think Jane would have made Homicide at such a young age, without such character traits. Whether they can be used in a benevolent manner, is something we may touch upon. But thank-you for asking, it keeps my brain ticking and I know people are actually paying attention to the story :-)
A/N 3: To the reviewer who asked 'What the f*ck was that?' 'It' was a Chapter in a fictional fan-fic. If you haven't grasped this by now, maybe you're on the wrong website.
FLIGHTLESS ANGEL.
Chapter 6 – Constant Craving.
"Jane!" Frost bellowed for the third time.
His partner was sitting as her desk, twirling a pencil in her left hand by her head.
"I hear you, Frost"; she looked up at the man peering down at her. "I'm just not in the mood."
"But you always come to boys night?"
"I know, man. I'm just . . . I'm beat. This case is killing me."
Frost sat down gently, with a wince. He rolled his chair next to Jane, whispering despite the empty bull-pen.
"What's going on Jane? You've been here, every night this week. You're here early, every morning. You're working yourself into the ground, over a case that doesn't need it. You're chasing leads that other people are already working on, re-reading witness statements over and over. It's a slam-dunk Jane. Why are you using this case as an excuse for something else? What's going on?"
Front looked sympathetically at his partner. He didn't need an answer. The tension was palpable between the Detective and the Doctor. Jane was avoiding the Morgue. Maura was emailing reports. Maura's eyes would follow Jane's form everywhere. Jane's eyes would focus on anything but Maura.
"Jane, what's going on between you and the Doc?"
"Just leave it, Frost." Jane laid her head on her hand, and sighed. "Just leave it."
Frost took in Jane in his good arm.
"It'll work out. It always does between you guys."
"Thank-you," Jane husked.
"I love you, don't forget that," he smiled, planting an affectionate, brotherly kiss on her forehead.
Maura stepped quietly away from the bull-pen door-frame; having heard only the end of the conversation.
Are you still at the station? I want to talk to you. Can drive back from home? Mx
Jane checked the buzzing device.
"C'Mon Frost. Let's go do boys night," she smiled at the now beaming Frost.
"Hell's YES! Frost and Rizzoli paint the town red once more!"
Frost jumped up, high-fiving Jane with his good hand, she grabbed her jacket, texting with her left.
Already at home Maur. Needed an early one. Cu soon though. Jx
Maura watched Jane leave, laughing and smiling for the first time in days, bumping shoulders with her partner, on her way to boys night.