How Long Is Forever?

The Next Big Case

As Jane delved into the harrowing depths of the investigation into a serial killer, her days blurred into nights as she worked tirelessly to piece together the puzzle that haunted her every waking moment. The weight of the case bore down on her shoulders like a heavy burden, yet she pressed on with a relentless determination fueled by the knowledge that lives hung in the balance.

The investigation consumed her, each lead followed with painstaking precision, each piece of evidence scrutinized with unwavering focus. The toll of the long nights and relentless pursuit of justice etched lines of exhaustion on her face, but she refused to yield to the weariness that threatened to overwhelm her.

With each passing hour, Jane found herself drawn deeper into the twisted mind of the killer, grappling with the chilling reality of their crimes. The horrors she uncovered shook her to the core, yet she refused to turn away, knowing that the only way to stop the madness was to confront it head-on.

Jane arrived at the crime scene, the eerie silence of the night broken only by the flashing lights of emergency vehicles and the hushed murmurs of fellow investigators. As she stepped out of her car, the weight of the task ahead settled upon her shoulders, driving her forward with a sense of grim determination.

As she surveyed the scene before her, Jane's stomach churned at the sight of the gruesome tableau that lay spread out before her—the stark reminder of the heinous acts committed by the serial killer she had been hunting relentlessly. Each detail spoke volumes, revealing the methodical precision with which the killer had carried out their macabre deeds.

With a final sweep of the crime scene, Jane gathered her belongings and made her way back to her car, her mind already racing ahead to the next lead, the next clue.

The bodies seemed like they were just piling up. Jane felt like she couldn't find the one clue she needed to turn this case over. While working with BPD, Jane was used to hunting serial killer, at some points it felt like they knew how to find her. This serial killer was different. He left bodies all through the Northeast United States.

Jane didn't know the last time she slept for any significant amount of time. It felt like she hadn't been home in a week. She missed Maura and Beacon.

Jane worked late into the night at the crime scene, her phone buzzed with an incoming call. With a furrowed brow, she glanced at the screen to see Maura's name flashing in bold letters. Concern tugged at her heartstrings as she quickly answered the call.

"Maura? Is everything okay?" Jane asked, her voice laced with worry.

On the other end of the line, Maura's voice was filled with concern. "Jane, I've been trying to reach you for hours. I was worried sick," she exclaimed, her tone urgent.

Jane felt a pang of guilt at causing Maura worry. "I'm sorry, Maura. I got caught up at the crime scene. It's been a long night," she explained, her voice tinged with exhaustion.

Maura's concern only deepened at Jane's words. "Are you alright, Jane? You sound tired," she said, her voice soft with worry.

Jane forced a reassuring smile, even though Maura couldn't see it over the phone. "I'm fine, Maura. Just a bit tired, that's all," she replied, trying to sound upbeat.

But Maura wasn't convinced. "Promise me you'll take care of yourself, Jane. Don't push yourself too hard," she urged, her voice filled with genuine concern.

Jane nodded, even though Maura couldn't see her. "I promise, Maura. I'll take care of myself," she assured her, her voice sincere.

With a sigh of relief, Maura finally seemed to relax. "Okay, Jane. Just remember, I love you," she said, her voice warm with love.