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    Entropy

    “Damn” she sighed sadly. There really was nothing that had been left untouched, even the jars of lentils that she had but never used were spilt across the floor.

    “They really did a number on me.” She looked to Frankie who stood amidst the chaos.

    “I mean really!?” She held up the empty coffee jar to show him. “Why would you tip my coffee all over the floor?” Frankie shrugged. “What would I hide in my coffee?” Jane threw the empty container onto the counter and began searching through the kitchen. All her important paperwork was still there, her passport, birth certificate and medical details.

    A sound in the hall snapped both Rizzoli’s attentions towards the door, their guns drawn in perfect synchronicity as they manoeuvred themselves for the perfect shot should the need arise. Frankie edged slowly to the door, watching as Jane steadied herself and took aim.

    With one hand on the door, Frankie counted out with his fingers.

    1. 

    Jane felt her heartbeat increase, the blood pounding through her system and thundering in her ears.

    2.

    Frankie’s hand started to turn the doorknob and she slid her finger onto the trigger.

    3.

    Yanking the door open, it took her no more than three seconds to process the people in front of her. Both Korsak and Frost were stood there, their own weapons drawn in a mirror image.

    “Dammit Korsak!” she snapped, holstering her weapon and turning back to her task.

    Frost entered the room first. “Jane.” He said softly, he knew she was a loaded gun, angry at having been kept out of the loop in the investigation. But Cavanaugh had insisted, their hands were, figuratively, tied.

    “What are you doing here?” he asked her softly as she moved to the bedroom.

    “I live here Frost!” Jane retorted quickly. “I could ask you the same thing.” She looked at him, her expression indicating that in fact, she was asking him that exact thing.

    “We came to make sure you were safe.” He replied, dropping her gaze when her face turned a thunderous shade of red.

    “Really?!”

    Storming into the bedroom, Jane was quick to check her belongings, anything that was important to her was more or less where she’d left it. Nothing of any importance to her was missing.

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