It had been three weeks since Jane’s apartment was trashed. Three weeks since she was taken by Hoyt and his apprentice. Three weeks since she shot him through the palms and sent him back to prison. Three weeks of not feeling like herself.
Jane had been trying her best to regain some sense of normalcy to her life, and, to an average observer, she appeared to be “normal.” But Maura was not an average observer. While Jane did seem to be getting better, Maura couldn’t help but notice Jane flinch every time a car door slammed, her overall jumpiness and, most obvious (and most concerning), the almost constant rubbing of her scars. Each time her thumb swiped over the raised skin, the action seemed to whisper:
There were other factors too that were more hidden from the outside world: Jane’s lack of sleep, the nightmares and her unspoken fear of being alone in her own home. Fear. That word. That word was not Jane Rizzoli and Maura hated seeing her best friend so out of sorts and unsettled. So, in an effort to give them both a much needed break, she made a plan.