We were playing around with perspective in this story... you'll see what I mean in the next chapter.
Jane muttered to herself as she ran a hand through the tangle of curls that kept falling in front of her eyes. She hated paperwork. She hated it more than dress shopping with her mother, yoga, and running combined. It was one of the few things about the job she really could live without. In truth, she could also live without being stalked by a serial killer's apprentices, but that was beside the point.
She leaned back in her chair and stretched. Looking around the squad room, she did a quick head count. Korsak was at his desk chuckling at his computer screen. The lieutenant's door was closed. Frost was missing. With a frown she looked around the room again. If she had to do the paperwork, so did he. Where was he?
"Hey, Korsak, you seen Frost lately?"
"Went downstairs for something."
"What for?"
"I dunno. Said something about asking Dr. Isles something."
With a quick flick of her wrist, Jane shut her monitor off to keep anyone from being nosey and jumped up from her chair. "I'll be back in a few." She threw her blazer on as she took the stairs down to the morgue.
"Maur, hey, how's that paperwork going?" She called out as casually as she could as she entered the room. She glanced around to find the ME leaning against the sink next to her partner who was leaning over the sink.