"Frost, have you found anything in the local abortion clinics yet?" Jane's knuckles rap against her computer as she asks, eyes focused on the screen but mind focused on the doctor that had just left.
"I'm trying, but they're confidential. We'll need a warrant before we can search through them."
"Get on it, then." The raven watches as Korsak follows her partner. A sigh worms over her lips as she's alone, or at least, more so than she was before. Her mind automatically goes to her fight with Maura when Frankie walks up behind her.
"So what's this I hear from Frost about you and Maura having a little cat fight, sis?" His assumption that it was a cat fight irritates her to no end.
"It wasn't a cat fight. She up and left me to go gallivanting around Africa with Ian. So what she finally comes back; it's been two and a half years, most of which she didn't even try to call me. And then she thinks that because I acknowledged her superior intellect, as compared to Pike's, that we're all hunky-dory." Her voice is louder than when she had started, but she draws in a breath through her teeth to listen to her brother as he is sure to have something to say on the subject.
"Jane, I know you were hurting while she was gone, but did ya ever think to look at it from Doctor Isles's view?" His thumbs are laced in the loops of his pants as he shifts his weight from his left foot to his right foot. "I mean, come on. You never know what she went through over there. Africa's a lot worse than here."
"And since when do you know anything about Africa?" she retorts. She had known that Frankie would take Maura's side, but it doesn't change her mind about the woman.
"Everyone knows it's a bad place, Jane." Frankie turns around, heading out. Jane's frustrations lead her to nearly tossing her computer across the room, but she bites it back, trying to dial down the anger. Frankie was right on one part; Jane had been hurting while Maura was gone. More than even he knew.
"You've reached Dr. Isles. I'm sorry that I'm not available, but leave me your name and I'll be sure to get back to you." Jane presses the phone closer to her ear, trying to listen through the sobs coming from deep within her chest.
"Maur, this one time, can't you please pick up? Just this once? Please?" The desperation in her voice is an unfamiliar tone. Maura probably wouldn't recognize it. She does her best to stop the tears from falling, to stop the aching in her chest. Her lungs are starving for air, and as she inhales, Jane dials the doctor's number again.
"You've reached Dr. Isles…" The detective listens to the words, careful to pay attention to her friend's voice, which has seemed to fade in her memories. This is the only way she can keep her voice alive; to keep Maura alive.
"Please," she begs into the phone after the beep, "Please answer, Maura. I need to talk to you." She doesn't think leaving a message about the actual problem will help, and saying the words feels nearly impossible at the moment. The fear is coursing through her veins, setting her body into a worse tremble. She calls one more time, hoping that the saying 'third time's the charm' really is true.
"The person you are trying to call is unavailable at this time." And there goes the last comfort she had. Maura's voice was enough to keep Jane from getting too hysterical, but now…
Nothing is going right, nothing. All she wants is the doctor, her best friend, but even that seems too much to ask.
Jane hurries home. She can't be at work. Not when this sudden memory is plaguing her. Once inside her apartment, she snatches a beer from the fridge, downing it quickly before grabbing another. Her mind feels heavy, and she rubs her temples in frustration. Nothing ever goes right.
Author's Note: Thank you all for the reviews. It means the world to me to read them. And it was brought to my attention that someone wants to know if this is to be Rizzles. It's planned to be, but it's going to be a while before it really gets here. I understand if you don't want to stick out the storm.
Thank you all again.