I thought it would be fun to write about this scene from someone else's point of view. Please let me know what you think!
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My heart skips a beat as I watch Bobby walk down the steps holding a gun firmly to Jane's temple. "Let her go Bobby!" I feel the warm air rush past my lips as I shout the words across the street, but do not register the strain in my throat or my hand tightening around my weapon. My years of training and experience have taken over my body as my mind tries to comprehend the scene unfolding in front of me. Jane struggles, eyes wide with fear as she pulls at Bobby's arm. This only causes him to tighten his hold on her as he pulls her towards her car.
My hands are so tight now they are growing cold as the circulation diminishes. I blink to repel the bead of sweat dripping into my eye. With each step Bobby takes towards Jane's car I can feel my hear pound harder against my chest. He murmurs something in her ear when she refuses to take out her keys. "NO!" She shrieks. I have never heard Jane utter such a desperate sound. The only thing I can think of that would rival it is the soft whimpering sobs I heard when I found her in Hoyt's basement. However, her scream is wiped from my memory by a more horrifying sound as Jane forces Bobby's gun down, pushes it into her abdomen, and pulls the trigger. The gunshot reverberates around my skull as my legs propel me forwards.
Maura is at Jane's side and I can see her hands shaking as she pulls of her off stylish jacket to cover the bullet hole. I skid to a stop beside the pair, falling to me knees as Maura pulls Jane into her lap. "Jane? Jane?!" her voice is shrill and desperate. My breath catches when Jane doesn't respond. I seem to have left my stomach back behind the squad car.
I grab Jane's shoulders and shake her gently. Her eyes flutter lazily and she looks at me in confusion, eyes glazed with pain. It takes her a moment to focus. When she does, our gazes lock and her hand flies up, long finders grasping my shirt. "Frankie? Help him! Go-" she is interrupted as her slim frame is raked with wet coughs. A dark trickle forms at the corner of her mouth.
She finishes coughing but she has begun to tremble violently. "You're okay. Just breathe Janie. Please!" Maura's last word cracks as tears slip down her pale cheeks. But Jane's eyes are still fixed on me.
"You have to" she gasps and coughs again, "Save him. Frankie…" her breathing has become more labored. She coughs again and her body stiffens.
"No. nononononono Jane. JANE!" I recognize the doctor's voice even though the shill tone is foreign to her. "Jane you can't do this. Please Jane!"
All of a sudden I become aware of my surroundings. A jumble of yelling and sirens assaults my ears. I look down at the dark pool I am kneeling in as two paramedics descend upon us. They are saying something, something about doing their job and stepping away. I pull Maura back with me and the paramedics set to work. Maura struggles meekly against me but soon gives up and falls limp, sobbing. We watch as Jane is strapped to a gurney and loaded onto the ambulance.
As I watch them drive away all I can think is how I have failed her again. The guilt I felt after our first encounter with Hoyt is amplified. Why is it always her? Why couldn't I, just for once, have taken the fall? I feel empty, numb, useless. I did nothing when my partner was attacked and nailed to the floor by a serial killer and I did nothing when she was shot in the arms of a dirty cop. Maura has broken free from my grasp but I am still frozen, the horror of what has just happen soaking into my brain as Jane's blood soaks into my skin.
Thoughts? I'm thinking of doing one from Frost's POV then maybe Jane's and Maura's if things go well.