Inspired by the third season, this will mainly follow the storyline of the last episode. Jane thinks she is torn about Casey's upcoming surgery, but what she discovers is her fear lies more with Maura's donor ship and what that could mean to Maura's health, as well as their lives together.

Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah..I'm poor, they are rich….

Author's Note: I have been away since I have been overtaken by personal issues. I am back to see if I can still put a few words together like I used to.

Chapter 1.

Jane watched as Maura spoke quietly with Hope Martin. Dr. Martin, who showed up to offer help as a medical professional to her daughter just as she was beginning something very foreign to her: a triage. Jane kept a close eye on Maura as she worked with the injured and dying. She watched her friend's inelastic demeanor shift when Dr. Martin began to work alongside of her, and then hours later witnessed it fade away completely, until she was left exhausted, covered in soot and blood, eyes red, face tear streaked, her body limp, her mind exhausted.

Although she could not hear the words that were exchanged, she was crafted in the semantics of body language. She knew her friend was resigned, tired and needed to go home. Jane bent her head and slowly walked towards the woman in need.

"Are you ok? Really?" Jane asked for the fourth or fifth time since she coxed Maura into the passenger seat of her unmarked and began the journey to Beacon Hill. Maura looked as defeated as she had ever. Jane had never seen her like this. Tears hinted at the corner of the doctor's eyes and she broke into a caustic chuckle.

"Am I okay?" She repeated back to her friend, who was wearing an expression on her face that Maua had seldom seen and had not a name for. "Oh, yes, Jane. I am very much okay. However, I am not good, great, or splendid. No, I think you are right to ask me if I am okay."

Jane looked hard at her, "Tell me."

Maura shook her head and more tears ran from her eyes as she tried to hold back the tremor in her voice. "I haven't felt like this since internship. I am exhausted, I am completely overwrought with an emotional drain that quite frankly is very foreign and scary."

"Umm, you just said scary." Jane said to her, pulling the car to the side of the road, "I don't think that word is in your vocabulary."

Maura tilted her heard and thought about it. "It's not. I guess I can't seem to find the right word."

Jane shifted into park, "Let's see, we could try terrifying, daunting, alarming." She stopped short, "Wait a minute, did you just guess?" She shook her head, "This is getting too weird. I've got to get you home."

"Will you stay with me?" Maura asked shyly.

"Of course I will." Jane answered. "Whatever you need." This earned an almost exasperated sounding sigh from her friend. "What?"

"Maybe its not good night tonight. I can't host you tonight. I don't even think I will be able-"

She was cut off by Jane. "Host me? Maura? What the hell? Since when do you…you know what…never mind." She looked around her, her eyes stopping on a shop at the end of the block. She looked back at Maura, who was slumped in her seat, eyes closed tight. Jane took a pack of baby wipes from the console and began to gently wipe soot from Maura's face.

"What are you doing?" Maura whispered, eyes still closed.

"I am going to get out of the car and get us some food." She said still dabbing Maura's forehead.

"No," Maura whispered, "why are you wiping my face?" She stilled Jane's hand with hers.

"Because," She whispered back, "You might be too tired to think, but you are still a lady, Doctor." She smiled as she watched Maura's eyes slowly open and a grin spreading on her face. Maura began to giggle. She gently pushed Jane away, still clutching the small towel.

"I got it," She mouthed through a grin reserved only for Jane.

Jane's face lit up and Maura watched that unnamed expression drift across her face yet again.