Chapter 7

"You think I'm crazy," Jane sighed to Dean. The two of them sat across from each other in the war room that was filled with maps, papers and possible evidence.

"No, I think you're sleep deprived," he answered. "I think your tired mind is making up stories that are helping you deal with this situation. But no, I don't think you're crazy."

"I don't expect you to believe it, but I've had these premonition type dreams before. And what I've seen during those times, well, it comes to pass in some way. Even before Hoyte showed his face I had dreams of him returning and I'm not talking like weeks before. Sometimes it was days or even hours before he resurfaced. This feels like one of those dreams."

"Jane," he sighed, trying to be diplomatic.

"Screw this," she said. "Screw you. I'll find her myself."

She stood up and ripped her jacket from the back of the chair before storming out of the room.

As she started to walk she remembered her promise to Maura in the dream. She wouldn't do this alone. Vince and Nina were both napping. Frankie was also still asleep on Jane's order. Cavanaugh would probably be as helpful as Dean. It was at that point that Jane reached into her pocket and pulled out Boris Martin's business card.

"Hey," she began, "It's your worst client ever. Do you know where the Dirty Robber is?" Jane nodded. "I'm going to grab a shower and some clean clothes but can you meet me there in an hour?" Jane nodded again and said, "Thanks, see you then."

Forty-five minutes later, she walked in with wet hair to see Boris raise his hand and stand up from his booth.

"I'm glad you called."

"You're early," she told him with a hint of suspicion.

"I left as soon as you called," he told her. "I didn't want to get stuck in traffic."

"Yeah, that never happens in Boston," Jane said with a sarcastic grin that he returned.

"Would you like some food? Pizza perhaps? I know you're a fan," he teased.

"I'm not hungry," she replied.

"When did you last eat?" he asked.

Jane paused and had to think.

"Exactly," he replied when she didn't answer quickly enough. "Burgers then?"

"Everything except tomato," she replied with a sheepish grin.

"Coming up," he told her as he walked to the bar.

A few minutes later, he returned with a glass of milk and water.

"I'm not a big milk drinker," she told him as she looked suspiciously at the glass.

"It's got protein. Good for energy. Drink up. You need that now."

Jane snorted. "You sound like Maura," she told him as she put her straw in the glass and took a drink. "She's the food police in our relationship."

"Speaking of... do you mind if I ask-?"

"Yes, I mind," Jane answered.

"Well, let me say this...My services aren't cheap so she must love you a great deal."

"She's rich," Jane replied. "And her parents are loaded...Oh, god. Her parents! I never called them to say what's going on. I've been so focused."

"They don't talk to her often."

"They don't have an exceedingly close relationship. Not like my mother whom you've met. I'd be shocked if Ma can go two days without talking to me, let alone two months, like Maura's family. Actually, my family is more her family than the Isles are today. Hell, even my dad knows what's going on and he's in Florida. And why did I just tell you that when you could be working for this psycho...I'm such a dumbass."

"Jane," Boris said as he took her hands, giving them a light squeeze. "I swear. I'm not out to hurt you, Maura or your family. My interest involves keeping you safe and bringing her home safely too. In fact, I've been gathering some information about the case. That's why I'm glad you called me."

"What did you learn?"

"I looked into your past, actually. And... I'm sorry for what happened to you, repeatedly, from this psycho. And I know this isn't the first time Maura has been in danger because of this Hoyte character. What struck me was the last case, the woman who was 're-programed'. I'm thinking that maybe that's his long-term plan. He wants to program Maura to do his will."

"He's in for a surprise because Maura is a very strong willed person. Believe me; to say she's stubborn as a mule is an understatement and an insult to mules."

Boris grinned but said nothing.

"Although," Jane continued, "you might be on to something there. The last message we got, after you left, was a box of candy bars that was a biblical quote - something along the lines of 'I went away full, but returned empty.' So maybe that's what it meant."

Boris nodded and watched as the waitress brought the burgers over.

"I have a question," he told Jane.

"Shoot."

"Why did you call me? Only a few hours ago you didn't trust. What changed?"

"You believed me when I said I dreamt of Maura."

"Did you dream of her again?" he asked.

"I did."

"Okay, tell me what you learned this time and we'll see if we can track it down."

"Well,-."

Boris held up a finger. "In between bites - we need to make sure you fuel up."

"Okay, dad," Jane teased and took a bite.

"Good girl," he joked and took a bite of his food as well.