Author's Note: Thank you all for your reviews. I like to see that I haven't lost your interest yet. I really hope to type more to this soon. I've been off of it for a few days. There are many ideas floating through my head for this story, and I hope you all stick around to see them through.

The raven is in front of her computer, knuckles rapping against the screen repeatedly. Her eyes are fixated on the screen, though her mind is a few stories down. Frost looks at her before stealing a glance to Vince. They've both come to know that tic of hers. The eyes of his superior urge the detective opposite her to try talking to her. He hesitates for good reason.

"What's up, Jane?" Her eyes take a minute to focus on him.

"What?" Korsak pays close attention to her.

"Did you talk to Pike?" Barry asks. Her eyes cut away from him and back again.

"No. Dr. Isles is working under him now." She thinks on it for just a few seconds. "It's gotta be Cavanaugh. He did this."

"Jane, if he's put her back in the basement, so be it. I'm sure he's got good reason," Korsak intercedes. He's trying to strike a peace between the two former friends, though that's the most unlikely outcome.

"The hell he does." Rizzoli turns her chair to face him suddenly, the anger surging through her, "She left without notice, Korsak. She just up and left. And besides that, she left us with Pike! She left. She doesn't deserve to come back here." The sergeant carefully takes in how she reacts. He's starting to piece together what happened between them. "I'm going to talk to Cavanaugh." Jane stands up so fast it's like she's lunging to reach the lieutenant, to attack him. Her partners know better than to try and stand in her way. Her footsteps are loud against the floor as she swings open the door to Cavanaugh's office.

"The hell, Rizzoli?" he exclaims, raising a hand in the air.

"Why'd you let her come back?" her voice is low, that sort of growl she's been using more often since the good doctor left.

"Because she's a good M.E. She needs to get back on her feet first, but I'm hoping she'll get Pike out of here."

"She up and left us! How is that a good M.E.?" Jane's hand goes flying into the air as she states this, the rage taking control. Cavanaugh nearly jumps from his seat, showing his authority.

"Detective, I don't know what happened between you two, but I'll have none of it! She's working under Pike until I say she's in the clear! Got it?" His voice is raised more so than it was before, and the woman backs down.

"Got it," she replies sourly as she turns on the ball of her foot to leave.

"What was that?"

"Got it, sir," the raven amends, giving a haphazard salute before exiting his office.

Jane goes home to her apartment directly after her chat with her superior, finding the door unlocked. She carefully pushes the door ajar to see her mother. She sighs, hand that was tracing the outline of the gun on her waist dropping to her side.

"Ma, what are you doing here? I thought you were staying with Dr. Isles?"

"I decided to come see my daughter. Is that a crime?" Her eyebrow rises to that comment.

"Are you here to convince me to forgive her?" She sets her things in her drawer.

"Forgive her for what?" Angela gives Jane a curious look. "I told her you were upset after the calls stopped, and she said she was sorry. I told her to tell you that." The detective's brows furrow slightly. What? Why didn't she say anything?

"Did she… say anything else?"

"No. She didn't say much at all." Jane sits at the bar, lacing her fingers together and resting her chin on them in thought. "Eat up." The raven shakes her head and looks to her mother with a smile.