"Jane!" Maura yelled as she scrambled to get down to the wounded detective. She fell to her knees at Jane's side and turned the detective on her back. She did the first thing that instinct told her to do. The dark, warm liquid oozing around her fingers made her nauseous as she put pressure on the wound. The sight of blood, no matter how much of it never made her sick, but now there was nothing her body wanted to do more than to empty her stomach contents.
Maura shot up as a cold sweat layered her skin. She took a moment to catch her breath before turning to put her feet on the cold wooden floor. She heaved herself off of Jane's couch and made her way slowly to the kitchen. As she took a step toward the light switch she stubbed her toe on something on the ground. She quietly cursed and flipped on the light. When she looked down she saw Bass looking up at her.
She sighed and knelt next to him, "I'm sorry baby." She tenderly ran her hand over his shell and stood back up. She filled up a glass of water and brought it up to her lips thinking about her recurring nightmare. It was more like a recurring memory. That day was still haunting her.
She felt a furry mass brush against her ankles. She bent down and scooped up Joe Friday. "You should be asleep." She looked to Jane's bedroom door because Joe always slept with Jane and only got out of the bed when Jane woke up.
Maura filled another glass of water and took it and Joe to the door of Jane's room. She soundlessly opened it and saw that Jane was indeed lying in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Maura smiled and moved to the side of the bed, setting the glass of water down on the nightstand next to Jane's painkillers.
"Hey," Jane smiled at her.
Maura sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to move the mattress too much. Joe crawled out of her arms and snuggled next to Jane's legs on the bed. "How do you feel?"
"Like someone shot me through the stomach," Jane smirked and tilted her head so she could see Maura better.
"Like you shot yourself in the stomach?" Maura teased.
Jane smirked and slowly closed her eyes, "Yeah that. Have you heard about Frankie today?"
Maura nodded reaching forward and brushing some of Jane's hair out of her eyes, "He's doing well. Your mother has moved into his living room to take care of him."
"I'm as so glad you're here and not her," Jane chuckled and then winced at the pain that caused.
"It's my pleasure," Maura stood up and gently patted Jane's hand, "You need to get some sleep." She picked up Jane's phone off of the nightstand, "Call me if you need anything. And under no circumstances are you allowed to call into work. I've already made Frost and Korsak promise not to tell you anything about what's going on."
"Okay, okay," Jane took the phone. Then as Maura was walking out she added, "Really. Thank you for staying here."
Maura paused, her hand on the doorframe, "You don't need to thank me. I'd be here if you had a cold."
Jane smiled, "I know."
Maura gave her one last once over before heading back to the couch. When she laid down, she saw Bass start to move toward her. He always liked to sleep by her. Even if he couldn't get up on the couch, he'd sleep next to her. When he got close enough, she reached down and tickled the top of his head causing it to shrink into the shell. She giggled and rolled onto her back in hopes of meditating herself to sleep again.
A few seconds later, her cell phone buzzed on the coffee table. She sighed and picked it up without looking at the screen. "Isles."
"You know you don't have to sleep on the couch," Jane said through the line, her voice lower and raspier than usual.
Maura knew that Jane was having to take short breaths because deep breaths would hurt excruciatingly. She smiled into the phone, "Where else should I sleep?"
"In the bed," Jane stated.
"If I come in there, we'll start talking and we both know how long that will take," Maura grinned to herself, "Plus having Joe Friday moving on the bed makes you hurt. Me moving on the bed would be a lot worse. I think it's best if I stay here."
"Are you going to work tomorrow?"
"Yes," Maura added, "But your mother has assured me that she'll be here a few time tomorrow to check on you.
"Oh god Maura," Jane sighed, "You told her to come over here."
"Of course," the doctor added, "I need someone to make sure you're not trying to work or trying to do something too strenuous. I know you Jane. If someone's not here you'll try to do something you shouldn't and rip your stitches open."
Jane sighed again, "Fine. You win."
Maura's voice went from clinical to caring, "Goodnight Jane."
When she woke up the next day Maura immediately walked over to the kitchen and made some coffee. Then she walked over to the rack of clothes she brought over from her house when she decided to stay with Jane until the detective was better. She moved some hangers around before picking the perfect outfit. Then she moved to the entertainment center, which was the temporary housing for a small portion of her vast shoe collection. She picked out some cute pumps to go with her outfit and proceeded to change. She crept into Jane's room to use to bathroom and paused for a moment to watch Jane sleeping in her bed, surrounded by her pillows, her phone, Joe Friday and the TV remote.
After she had gotten ready, Maura refilled Jane's water and put a bagel and a note next to the bed. Then she took off for a day of dead bodies and lab reports.
Around lunch Maura called Jane while she sat at her desk, eating a sandwich from the deli across the street.
"Rizzoli," Jane answered. Her voice seemed a little stronger than it had lately, but still wasn't the strong force that she usually possessed.
"Hey," Maura clicked around on her computer, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay," Jane replied sounding relieved it was Maura calling, "Although I've watched enough daytime TV for a lifetime."
"Do you want me to rent you some movies on the way ho-…to your apartment?" Maura asked. She hoped that Jane didn't catch her call the detective's apartment home. Although it was temporarily, some people could take that the wrong way.
Jane chuckled then winced, "Yes, but I'll text you a list of approved movies. I don't want to be stuck with your brainiac movies all day."
Maura grinned, "Do you need anything else?"
"No," Jane yawned, "Ma brought half of the stuff in my apartment into my bedroom so I could get it if I needed it."
"That's good," Maura offered. "You sound like you could use some more sleep."
"Yeah. I'm exhausted."
"Go to sleep. I'll see you in a few hours."
"Alright. Be careful Maura."
The doctor smiled, "Call me if you need anything."
When they hung up, Maura punched in the number of her credit card in the little white bar on the screen of the computer. She didn't even need to look at the card because she'd bought so many things online it was ingrained in her memory. Then she looked at the clock and realized she was taking her lunch break three hours late. She stood from her desk and after completing her purchase she shut down the computer.
When Maura opened the front door, she heard Jane calling out numbers at the TV. She smiled to herself, finding it cute that Jane was trying to play The Price Is Right from her bed.
She kicked off her shoes and made her way to the bedroom. She stood in the doorway until Jane finally noticed her. Maura shook her head, "There's no way that dining room set is worth that much."
They both watched until Maura was proven right. Then Jane smiled, "Looks like you're right." She patted the bed next to her.
Maura carefully lowered herself next to Jane and took her friend's hand, "Do you need anything?"
"I really need to take a shower," Jane sighed, "I feel so dirty."
"You know you can't," Maura offered.
The detective nodded, "I know. I just wish I could."
A light bulb went off in Maura's head and she moved to the bathroom before returning with a washcloth and a bowl of hot water. She sat back down on the bed and dipped the cloth in the water, She gently picked up Jane's leg and ran the warm damp cloth up her leg.
"Maura," Jane tried to protest, but what Maura was doing felt so good.
"Shhh," Maura cooed and turned off the TV with the remote before resuming the gently and tender washing of Jane's arms and legs. She was slow and methodical with every gentle passing of the cloth over skin.
Finally, when she finished, she did something she knew she would have to, but she knew she'd dread. She slowly lifted Jane's shirt to see the bandage on her friend's stomach. Instead of telling Jane what she was doing, she reached for the gauze and medical tape in preparation for changing the dressing.
Her hands started to shake when she peeled back the gauze. She could see just how close Jane had come to being another body on her cold steel slabs in the morgue. Maura quickly re-dressed the wound, while quietly chastising Jane for moving enough to make it bleed a little.
Jane could see how shaken Maura was and when the doctor was done disposing of the old material, she took Maura's hand and pulled her down onto the bed. "I'm sorry," she said quietly.
Maura shook her head, "You don't have to apologize to me."
"I do," Jane nodded, catching Maura's eyes, "I know you understand why I did what I did, but it doesn't make it any less painful for you. I wished there would have been another way."
The doctor sighed, "Me too."
Jane was about to say something when her phone rang. Maura silently handed it to her off of the nightstand and left to pour out the now cool water.
"Rizzoli," Jane said into her phone.
"Hiya sis," Frankie replied.
Jane grinned, "Hey Frankie, how are you?"
"I'm good," Frankie chuckled, "Better than you I hear."
"Eh," Jane looked around the room for Maura, "I'm doing okay."
"I'm glad," he replied, "Is Maura around?"
Jane quirked an eyebrow, "Yeah. You wanna talk to her?"
"Yeah," he said.
Jane took the phone away from her ear and called, "Maura!"
The doctor skidded to a halt in the doorway, "What's wrong?"
"Frankie wants to talk to you."
Maura sighed in relief and gingerly took the phone, "Hello?…I'm great…yes, she is….oh it was no problem really…I'm glad you like them..." Maura laughed, "Alright. I will…See you later…Bye Frankie." She closed the phone and handed it back to Jane.
"What did he want?" Jane tossed the phone onto the bed and moved a pillow so Maura could sit down closer to her.
The doctor obliged and sat down next to the wounded detective, "He wanted to see how you were and thank me for the flowers. And let me know that he's coming over later without your mother."
"He can move around by himself?" Jane asked, a little jealous.
Maura nodded, "He didn't have a huge hole in the middle of him." She added a small smile.
"Wait a minute, you sent him flowers?" Jane asked with a grin.
"Yes," Maura replied picking up Jane's empty water glass. "I also sent a smaller vase of flowers to Frost."
"Why did you do that?" Jane watched Maura stand up.
"Because I sort of yelled at him," Maura with a nervous shrug, "While we were in the waiting room of the hospital." With that she walked out.
Maura stood at the sink filling up the glass, remembering her embarrassing show of emotion in the waiting room.
Frost had driven Maura to the hospital after the ambulances that had taken Jane and Frankie. Maura's whole body was tingling and she couldn't get rid of the feeling that she was going to throw up.
Once inside, they checked on Jane's status then when they were told she was still in surgery, they sat down. Frost looked over at Maura and put his hand on her shoulder, "Are you okay?"
Something inside of her boiled over, "Of course I'm not okay. My best friend just did something completely reckless. It's the most irresponsible and stupid act I've ever seen. What was she thinking?"
Frost calmly replied, "She was thinking about Frankie… and you."
On some level Maura knew that, but she didn't want to admit it. She didn't want to know that she was part of the reason Jane sacrificed herself. Maura rose from the chair and elevated her voice, "She was not! She was being…" Marua was so flustered that words weren't even coming to her anymore. Then she sunk back into the chair, burying her face in her hands as sobs took over.
The water running over the top of the cup and onto her hand brought her out of her memory. She'd been having a lot of those lately although at this point she could do without them. She walked back to the bedroom and set the water on the nightstand.
"Maura," Jane quietly called, "Come sit down."
The doctor obeyed and sunk down next to Jane. She looked expectantly at the detective who just looked at her contemplatively.
Finally Jane added, "We never did talk about what happened."
"We don't have to," Maura's eyes dropped her to hands in her lap, "We were both there."
"I think you're mad at me," Jane stated, "For doing what I did."
Maura's eyes shot to Jane's. She shook her head, "No. I'm not. Understand why you did what you did."
"Well you're mad at someone."
Maura sighed. She stood up and walked to the door, "Can we talk about this later? I need to make some phone calls."
After a pregnant pause, Jane nodded, "Okay. I'm sorry if I upset you."
"You didn't," Maura let out a small smile, "It was just a lot to process and I think I'm still going through it." She looked at Jane for a few moments then slightly nodded before walking into the living room.