Author: purplepagoda PM
Jane Rizzoli's world is about to change. At first it seems like any other crime scene. When she finds a little girl, hiding in a closet will she get attached? A little girl with a dead mother, and no father. Everything is about to change.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - J. Rizzoli - Chapters: 52 - Words: 47,954 - Reviews: 338 - Favs: 82 - Follows: 201 - Updated: 01-23-13 - Published: 09-15-11 - id: 7384495
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She climbs into a small bed, with a freshly bathed child. Sleep hasn't overcome her yet, and her hair is still wet. Jane scoots under the covers. The small, warm, freshly, bathed child, rolls over, to face her.
"Why are you in my bed?"
"I wanted to see if there is a reason that you're always in my bed."
"What do you mean?"
"I thought maybe your bed was too hard."
"No, it's just right."
"Then why do you always want to sleep with me?"
"I just want to be close to you."
"Abbie, I am never going to let anything happen to you. I promise you. It doesn't matter how far away from me, you are. Ok?"
"Are you going to stay in here, all night?"
"I thought about it, why?"
"You're hogging all of the covers."
"I am not."
Jane brushes the hair out of Abbie's eyes, by the light given off, by a princess nightlight, plugged into a nearby outlet. "What?"
"You can stay if you want, but I'm not sharing my pillow."
"I would share my pillow with you."
"You're the mom, you have to."
"Oh, I see."
"Why have you been sad lately?"
"What makes you think that?"
"You were crying."
"Sometimes grown ups cry for other reasons."
"You don't cry."
"Abbie it's hard to explain."
"I don't know how to."
"Please," Abbie begs.
"Life isn't a fairytale, it doesn't always work out the way you wanted it to."
"You're phone is ringing," Abbie responds.
Jane rolls out of bed, nearly ending up on the floor. She races back to her room, to answer it. She grabs the cell phone off the bed side stand.
"Rizzoli," she answers, "Ok. I'll be there."
She hangs up. She looks up, and finds a sleepy six year old, standing in the doorway.
"You have to work?"
"What's a rain check?"
"I'll sleep with you another night," Jane promises.
"Are we going to stay with gramma?"
Jane quickly grabs her things. She fastens everyone in, and speeds off, across town. She sneaks into Maura's guest house. She finds her mother, sound asleep. She tosses a diaper bag, in the corner of the bedroom. She peels the sleeping six year old, off of her shoulder. She sits the car seat on the floor. She places her in the bed, next to Angela. She unfastens the car seat. Instead of setting up the pack-n-play in the corner of the room, she places the sleeping infant on the other side of her mother.
She tosses a note, on the bedside stand. She pulls her hair into a ponytail, as she leaves the guest house. She rushes back out to her car, and heads to the precinct. When she pulls up, an officer, stops her. She can't even see the precinct. There is police tape, in front of her.
She rolls down her window. She flashes her badge to the officer. She looks at him, in confusion.
"What's going on?"
"You'll have to park here," he tells her.
"What's going on?"
"Less than an hour ago, someone pulled up, and opened fire, on the people standing outside the building. Two bystanders were shot, and killed."
"Three of us, and damage to several police cruisers."
She turns off the car. She gets out. The young officer lifts the tape for her. She ducks under. She moves towards the building. Frankie sees her, and approaches.
"Who was it?"
"Jane, I don't think that you should be here," he advises.
"Some of our own got shot. Frankie, I need to be here."
"Jane, you don't understand."
"Who wass it? Are they ok?"
"What, Frankie? Just spit it out."
"You don't belong here. Korsak, and Maura, can handle this part. Every uni, from the tri-state region is going to be here. You should go."
"I got my kids out of bed for this. I'm not going anywhere," she argues, "I'm going to work this case."
"You should go to the hospital," he tells her, "I'll drive you."
"Why? Who was it? Where's Frost?" she wonders, surveying the faces in the crowd.
"They took him to the hospital. He got shot."
"What? Is he ok?"
"He's in critical condition. They took him straight to surgery."
"That's my partner."
"Let me drive you."
"No," she argues, "I'll be fine."
Korsak joins them, "Jane, Frankie will drive you," he interjects.
"I..." she begins.
Korsak cuts her off, "You don't need to have a car accident on your way there. He's your partner. You have two kids at home," he reminds her.
"Ok," she nods, relenting.
Frankie drops her off at the hospital. Jane sends him back to the scene. She waits in the waiting room, for hours. Finally, a nurse comes out, after several hours.
Jane paces the waiting room. She runs her fingers through her hair. She feels her stomach forming into knots, as she waits. The nurse clears her throat. Jane looks up.
"Are you here for detective Frost?" the nurse asks.
"Yeah, how is he?"
"We just took him up to recovery. He has yet to regain consciousness, but the surgery went well. We were able to remove the bullet. You can see him if you'd like. I'll take you to him."
"Ok," she nods.