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The doctor is on her way to work, nice pants today rather than her scraggly jeans she's come to adore. The wind is pressing against her cheek, swaying the hair that's pulled back again. The Boston Police Department is about a block away, and the first thing she notices is the dark blue car in front of it. Some things never change. It's a bit of a relief actually, a bit of normalcy she's missed. Her lids are still heavy, but Isles refuses to let them fall. She can't be seen slacking off now.
Walking through the front doors, she sees the elevator doors close on her former friend, the raven not even taking note of the blonde's presence. Maura presses the button for the other elevator and waits. Once inside and heading down, she lets an uneasy sigh out of her lungs. She hates this… whatever it is between them, but more than thoughts of just Jane linger in her mind. Her feet are out of the elevator and heading to Pike's office.
"Is there anything you need of me, Doctor?" the politeness in her voice is her best attempt at being civil with him. He looks up from his computer, taking note of her appearance.
"Not yet, but I want you here in case I need you. Not that I, Dr. Pike, would need the help of you, Dr. Isles." He gives a low chuckle, and Maura grits her teeth. She walks back to the elevator and heads to the café. Coffee is calling her and possibly a nice chat with Angela, assuming she still works there.
"Come on, we're missing something. Frost, have Frankie check the videos again. There's got to be something else." Jane presses her fingertips to her temple in frustration.
"Maybe Pike missed something, again," Barry mentions before leaving to find the other Rizzoli. The raven's head turns slightly, brows rising as the comment registers. Very likely. It wouldn't be the first time Pike probably missed something and made them lose a case. Rizzoli looks to Korsak, eyes weary.
"Have you been sleeping, Jane?" They instantly perk up in anger at the very notion.
"Of course I have! Just, leave me alone!" She stands abruptly from her desk, and walks to the elevator. The sergeant's eyes follow her, but she doesn't turn around until she's in the elevator, and even then her eyes are cast towards the ceiling. She crosses her arms over her chest and heaves a breath from her chest. She is in dire need of coffee. Her sleep last night wasn't anything to be jealous of. A few hours here, less there. She walks through the opening doors and heads to where her mother works. Maybe she can talk to her about the case, actually no, bad idea. Another thing since the good doctor left, Jane has been left with no one to talk to, no one to really trust.
The detective's eyes lock onto her mother's back, and a small smile forms on her lips. At least her mother's still around. She stops to get a cup of coffee and heads to where her mother is standing.
"Ma," Rizzoli calls out softly. Angela starts to turn and immediately Jane realizes she's been talking to Dr. Isles. The small smile that is on her lips disappears instantaneously. Her feet halt their movement, and she glares towards the woman. She's not going to steal her mother. Isles has taken enough from the raven.
Hazel eyes turn up to meet the hazardous chocolate boring holes into her. Maura's eyes go down automatically, no fight in her. The slight upturn of her lips has faded as well. She stands, thanks Angela for the coffee, and leaves. Mother Rizzoli looks between the blonde and her daughter; her eyes turn stern on Jane.
"Janie," she knows that the detective hates it, "what do you think you're doing? She's your friend. Now go apologize." Jane gives her mother a credulous look.
"She hasn't been my friend since she decided her life with Ian was more important than caring about me." She clenches her jaw and heads back upstairs, the rage causing her blood to boil.