Jane came into the unit office and kneaded her hands.

Korsak noticed the gesture and nodded to them. " Is a while ago that you had such problems with your hands. "

Jane looked at her scarred hands, moving her fingers and clenched fists. She remebered everytime how long it had taken her to relearn this simple movement after these damn scalpels had pierced them. " Oh that's ... that's more of a bad habit. "

" But they still hurt? "

" Unfortunately sometimes. But I have a good doctor at home. "

" Yeah, from which I'd let myself patch up some time. ", Korsak mumbled.

Jane looked baffled at him. " Excuse me? "

Korsak blushed crimson. " Nothing. "

" Fuck your ' Nothing. ", Jane laughed. " You've just mumbled that you would like to let you patch up from my WIFE, Korsak. "

" To share and share alike. ", Korsak chuckled.

Jane laughed amused and pelted him with her pen. " Where is Frost, old man? "

Korsak threw back the pen. " He get us fat-soaked burgers. "

Jane looked prophylactically for Maura. " Great. ", she whispered.

As Maura had been waiting for her appearance, she came storming into the bullpen. " Where is Detective Frost? "

Jane laughed shortly. " He is in great demand today. "

Maura looked her less amused but as pale as death. " Jane, where is Frost.? "

Jane didn't understand the fuss. " He get us lunch. The healthy stuff. "

Korsak suppressed a laugh.

" Oh God! ", Maura gasped and walked to the glass board.

Now concern grew up in Jane too and she stood up. " Maura, what's wrong? "

Maura stifled a sob and wrote with a trembling hand the first letters on the board.

Jane lost all complexion as she read the words. " Maura, that can't be right. You must have made a mistake. "

Maura turned with big eyes to her. "Jane, the last three hours I repeatedly checked wether I have a symbol misinterpreted. I have NOT made a mistake. "

Jane grabbed the phone out of the holder and pressed the speed dail. " Only the fucking voicemail. "

Maura's tears threatened to fall and she put a hand on her mouth.

Jane's heart beat went over the healthy level and all she heard was noise. " Frankie! FUCKING SHIT, FRANKIE! ", she yelled.

Frankie stumbled into the bullpen and looked at her annoyed. " What? "

Cavanaugh stormed out of his office. " What's going on here? ", he barked.

Jane looked at him helplessly and pointed to the board.

Cavanaugh looked at the board and became visibly worried.

Jane looked at her pale brother. " Frankie, please try to locate Frost via GPS. "

Frankie nodded frantically and ran into BRIC.

All detectives in the bullpen had became suddenly dead silent as Maura had written the message on the board.

DR. ISLES, ONCE AGAIN YOU HAVE MANAGED TO DECEIPHER THE MESSAGE. BUT IN TIME? I HOPE SO FOR YOUR BELOVED FRIEND.

BAROLD FROST, 34. HOMICIDE DETECTIVE. BORN: JUNE 4TH. DIED: FEBRUARY 28TH. FOUND IN CONTAINER PORT BOSTON SHIPPING. CAUSE OF DEATH: CARBON MONOXIDE POISONING.

Frankie looked out of BRIC and frowned. " Jane, his phone just been switched on at the container port.

Jane ran without waiting for the other with her keys in her hands.

She didn't know how her colleagues had managed to catched her up. But the whole container port was flooded by patrol officers and detectives, It was about the life of one of them. She looked warningly at the roustabout. " Which container was entered last? "

The roustabout looked frantically through his list. " At least a full container ship has been deleted. These are ... eighteen thousand container. "

Jane was visibly distressed. Eighteen thousand on a single ship. How should they ever find Frost? " How many were never picked up and are still here? "

The man checked it and nodded slowly. " Five. All on number seven hundred fourty-three. Right over there. "

Jane started to walk.

" Jane, ", Maura's voice made her stop and turn around. " I'll come with you. "

Jane nodded. " Come with me but stay by my side. "

The two woman walked through the' street and Jane pounded against the metal container walls. " HEY, FROST. WHERE ARE YOU, YOU BASTARD? ", she yelled.

" DETECTIVE FROST?", Maura shouted too.

" FROST... ", Jane paused when she saw an unsealed container in front of her, pointing at it. " There, Maura. "

Maura barely had time react when Jane was sprinting. " Jane ... wait! "

Jane ignored the concern of her wife, tore the bolt up and opened the heavy double doors in one motion. She coughed as gas-laden air hit her and her heart stopped as a motionless body lay on the floor. " No. ", she breathed and she walked into the container. No! Frost? Come on, buddy. Please! "

But nothing happened.

Jane stifled a painful sob. " Frost, come on. This is NOT funny. "

But nothing happened.

Maura came to the doors and it tore her heart when she saw the scene. " Jane ... "

Jane knelt beside her lifeless partner and put his head in her lap. " She looked up with tears running down her cheeks. " Maura, you have to do something. "

Maura sobbed and pressed her lips together as she walked to them. " Let me check his vital signs and perform a CPR if it's necessary. "

Jane nodded and made Maura place.

Maura checked Frost's pulse and concern was written on her face.

Jane closed her eyes and cried silently as Maura started the CPR.

Jane stood apathetic in the autopsy room and stared at the dead body. " He looks like he's asleep. "

Maura loosened his tie and nodded. " Yes ... I know. "

" He wanted to get us greasy burgers. ", Jane whispered.

Maura had to smile sadly. " Yes, I knew it as you mentioned the healthy stuff. "

" Maura, I'm dreaming, right? ", Jane said hoarse.

Maura looked at her and sighed tearful. " I wish we were in the same terrible dream in which I have failed again and it has cost the life of your partner ... I wish it was a dream, baby. "

" You haven't failed. ", Jane whispered and walked to the table. " You haven't failed. I'll drive to Norfolk and inform Camille and Robin about Frost's ... about it. "

Maura looked up with tired and sad eyes. " I'll come with you. "

Jane shook her head while she looked at Frost's peaceful face. " No ... Maura ... "

" Jane, ", Maura said deadly serious. " I'll come with you. This is not to discuss. Barry was ... is my friend too. Just like Camille and Robin. And moreover, we can cope with the five hundred seventy-two miles in your inconvenient car and wasting ten and a half hours or just using the Isles family's private jet. Jane, you don't need to do this alone. "

Normally, Jane hated that her wife had resources she hadn't, financial resources. But this time there were more important things which she had to think about. It wasn't the time to argue about such insignifcat trifles. Maura was there for her, she wanted to support her in the worst of her career ... her life. " Thank you. ", she whispered with tears laden voice.

Maura turned to her and saw the tears in Jane's eyes. She pulled off her gloves and spread her arm. " Oh Jane ... come here. "

Within a millisecond Jane had closed the distance and held Maura like she was her last lifeline before she drowned. Silent tears ran down her cheeks while her whole body trembled.

Maura breathed shakily out while she pressed herself tightly at Jane. " It's okay, Jane ... It's okay to cry. It's okay, honey. "

As if Maura's words broke a spell Jane began cry bitterly.

Someone carefully opened the double doors and stopped. " Can I come in? ", Korsak asked.

Jane sighed, sobbing and wiped angry her tears away.

Maura looked her for a second. " Just a moment, please. "

Jane closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

" Please come in, Sergeant Korsak. ", Maura said as she was sure Jane had collected herself again.

Korsak came glumly in the autopsy room. " Hey. "

Jane forced herself to smile. " Hey. "

Korsak sighed heavily as he saw Frost and pushed out his lower lip. " I thought ... we should inform Camille personally. "

Jane forced herself to smile.. " I thought so too. Maura will come with us. We can take the jet. "

Korsak nodded slowly and took a deep breath. " Thanks, Doc. "

Maura s,iled weakly.

Korsak grabbed Jane at the elbow. " Come on, Jane. The Doc surely want to start the autopsy. We don't need to see that. Let's talk with Cavanaugh about our plan. "

Jane's lips were a thin line as she followed her former partner.