”Let me get my shoes.” She said, excusing herself to her bedroom.

Pulling up outside the bar, Maura had flashbacks to her first time at the Dirty Robber. She had a similar first impression of Last Call. It seemed too small and dark to be anything other than a dive but as they moved inside, Maura was pleasantly surprised to find it warm and light inside. People stood around in groups, singing along with the karaoke.

”Luce!” a voice rose above the din and Lucy waved.

”I want you to meet my friends, they’re good people.” She said, taking Maura’s hand and leading her through the crowd to a table in the far corner.

Jane Rizzoli rubbed her eyes and stared at her beer. ’What the hell did they put in it?’ she wondered.

”You ok there?” Ali slapped her on the back. The group of women nearest her had taken it upon themselves to introduce Jane to the finer side of San Francisco, and that started with a good group of friends. They’d seemed like fun so she’d accepted their offer to sit with them. Now she wasn’t so sure that one hadn’t spiked her drink. She would have sworn she just saw Maura.

”Yeah.” Jane spluttered. ”I’m just seeing things.” She rubbed her eyes and focused her attention back on the front of the bar, scanning the crowd. If that was Maura, she had done the impossible again and vanished into thin air.

”You need more beer!” Ali told her as she got to her feet. ”My round.” The other women at the table cheered as she fought her way through the crowd.

Jane couldn’t settle, she excused herself and moved further towards the entrance. Maura was there, she could feel it. The swell of people restricted her from doing a thorough search. She paused next to a tall brunette, tiptoeing to try and see over the throng of people into the far corner.

”Can you give me a taster of both the red’s you offer?” The brunette next to her practically had to scream to be heard over the crowd. Jane’s head snapped round. ”Oh yeah. That’s Maura.” She couldn’t contain herself and danced on the spot.

Pushing back to group of people who’d adopted her, Jane knew there were two ways she was getting to the front of the bar. A fire or a song. Since a fire would cause too much chaos, in which she could easily lose Maura again, she opted for the latter. But it had to be perfect. She flicked through the book and grinned. Reaching out for the slips of paper and a pen, she scribbled the details down, her hand shaking to the point the words were almost illegible.