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”What do you mean, she left?” Jane roared. ”She can’t leave, where would she go?” While the internal affairs investigation had been on going, Jane had been on suspension, the brain child of a dirty cop who wanted her out of the way so he could try and frame her. She hadn’t expected Maura to answer any of her calls and so wasn’t surprised not to have heard from her, this news however, she didn’t see coming.

Korsak and Frost flinched against the fury of Jane’s words; they had played a tense round of rock, paper, scissors to decide who would tell Jane that Maura was gone. Korsak had lost but that hadn’t stopped Jane directing her rage at anyone in the bullpen. Neither man spoke, many of the other detectives had suddenly found cause to leave, not bothering to hide the reasons for their sudden departure.

”Where is she?” Jane demanded, her patented Rizzoli Glare gluing Frost to his seat.

”I.. I….” he swallowed heavily, it felt like his throat was full of sand. ”I don’t know.” He croaked, cringing back farther into his chair.

Jane’s eyes narrowed dangerously. The last time he’d seen that look, she’d smashed a heavy chair over the back of a gangbanger out of his mind on PCP.

”She’s disappeared, Jane.” He whispered.

Jane turned, covering the distance between them in three large strides and grabbed his keyboard, ripping its wires out and dislodging the large monitor on his desk. She threw the keyboard with all her might against the wall where it exploded in a shower of keys.

Turning on her heel, she stormed from the bullpen and out into the sunshine.

”That went well.” Korsak said with a nervous chuckle when he was sure Jane was well out of earshot.

”It did?” Frost asked, loosening his tie as he relaxed back into the seat.

”She didn’t shoot anyone.” Korsak nodded. ”I thought for sure someone was getting it.”

Frost laughed nervously. Korsak did have a point. Pissing off an armed woman was always a dangerous move, when that woman was Jane Rizzoli, it was even more risky. He got to his feet slowly.

”Where ya going?” Korsak asked.

Frost bent quickly, gathering up some of the exploded keyboard. ”I can’t well find anyone using this, can I?” he said, allowing the pieces to rain down on the floor. ”I’m going to get a new one.”