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Another day broke over Boston, birdsong echoed around the city as the sun streamed down on the streets; a perfect summer’s morning. Jane Rizzoli remained blissfully unaware, the previous few days having taken their toll on the detective. It was almost 2pm before she finally stirred.
With a steaming mug of coffee and her shower wet hair falling haphazardly around her face, she was acutely aware of something missing. There was no sign of Maura. In its own backwards way, this pleased Jane as it gave her the chance to try a few things on her own. The simple file Maura had handed her a few days prior sat on the coffee table and she flipped it open, searching quickly for the information she needed.
I hope this covers everything, if not feel free to give me a call. 617-555-0517
Jane reached for the phone, noting proudly the minimal shake in her hands as she dialled the number.
“Good afternoon, thank you for calling the office of Charles Beck.” The woman that answered the telephone was far too cheerful for Jane’s liking. “How may I help you?”
‘Now there’s a question and a half’ Jane thought. “I need to see Charles Beck, he put together my treatment program but I need a visit from him.” Jane’s voice was thick as she spoke.
“I’m sorry Miss?” the receptionist paused, expecting Jane to fill in the blank and only continuing when silence greeted her. “Mr Beck doesn’t do house calls. I can book you an appointment with his partner, Dr Manton.”
“Erm, ok.” Jane stuttered. She hadn’t really thought this through, only now did the realisation of what she was doing dawn on her.
“And you’re in luck; he has a cancellation today at 3.30.”
“Is that ok for you?”
“Yes!” Jane barked quickly, her mind and body screaming ‘no’ as she replied. “That would be brilliant.” She gave her details and finally was able to hang up the phone.
“Holy *****.” She breathed into the room, her heart hammering in her chest. “Oh Maura.” Jane sighed heavily. She wanted to have this conversation with the psychiatrist alone, to try and work out why she was having these feelings for her friend and it would be impossible to do knowing that Maura would be either imminently arriving or sitting in the next room. Glancing up at the clock, she still had an hour before the shrink was due, she reached for the phone again and dialled Maura’s number.