Between the Lines
Disclaimer: I don't own Rizzoli & Isles…
Jane's sleeping form was calm, having just succumbed to the grasps of her exhaustion. She had avoided the thoughts of what would happen when her eyes closed so much that she hadn't gotten any sleep in two days. Maura had berated her when Jane finally gave that little bit of information up with worry in her eyes. Maura knew why Jane had been avoiding sleep, but it was unhealthy and dangerous. Jane breathed in deeply, hoping for a dreamless, unconscious sleep. After a half-hour, Jane was completely relaxed, and in a deep sleep. Visions then began to assault her mind violently; visions of light glinting off of a scalpel that dripped her own red blood, Hoyt's intensely manic grin, and pain. Panic set in and Jane woke with a yell, drenched in sweat and breathing hard. Damp sheets were tangled in her limbs and Jane threw them off angrily, trying to catch her breath. Her bloodshot eyes streamed and Jane couldn't help but let out a muffled sob. When would Hoyt leave her alone? Jane got up and turned her shower on, hoping the water would wash away her fear for now. It was only 3 am and if Jane was going to get any sleep, she would have to get rid of those visions somehow. After a shower, Jane lay down on top of her comforter, her wet hair soaking her pillow. The coolness from her wet head was refreshing and she sighed. She took a deep breath and fell asleep again, finally no more dreams slivering their way into her peaceful rest.
Morning came and Jane's alarm pierced through the early air, startling Jane upright and awake. She blinked away the fog of sleep and rubbed her eyes, sliding off of her bed with a grimace on her face. The only good thing she could think of was that she didn't have to rush into a shower because of her trusty, ubiquitous nightmares. Looking in the mirror, Jane shook her head. The person staring back at her was a stranger. This person was fearful and weak and tired. Jane was not, under any circumstance, weak. There was no way she would accept the appearance she was seeing. She took a deep, revitalizing breath and let it out, getting ready for work.
"Jane." Maura greeted her friend with a pleasant grin, handing her coffee and observing the dark circles still under Jane's eyes. Maura's smile wavered for a second, but she straightened her expression before Jane could see the concern. Jane's face relaxed into a comfortable smile as she accepted the coffee with grateful hands that grasped the cup, feeling the warmth radiate through her body. She let out a short breath and she looked to Maura.
"Thank you, Maura. I really needed a pick-me-up." Jane's gruff voice was full of calm and gratified friendliness.
"Did you get any sleep last night?" Maura couldn't help the concern that peeked through her question, but didn't have any intention to take it back or apologize for it; she was truly worried. Jane took a sip of the coffee and pursed her lips, thinking up a response.
"More than usual. I'm getting there, Maur." Maura was surprised by the sudden honesty and she grinned, nodding and not wanting to push it too far.
"If you need anything, you know where to find me." Maura winked and squeezed her best friend's hand before walking off to the morgue, knowing that she wouldn't get much else out of Jane at the moment. Jane smiled and sat down, finally seeing the sun from behind the clouds. Maybe she could repress the dreams…control her nightmares. That sounded like a great idea in theory, but was it even possible? Her thought process was cut short by a sudden, earsplitting gunshot coming from only inches behind her. Remnants of the ceiling tiles fell like snow on her head and she fought the urge to turn around to see what exactly was happening. Jane's eyes widened and she took a large gulp of her searing coffee, knowing that whatever was happening couldn't be good. Slowly and stealthily, she moved her hand to her holster, touching her only lifeline, pleading with all she had that she could get it in time.
"Don't move an inch, Rizzoli." A deep, unfamiliar voice barked at her and a hand yanked the gun from her holster, making Jane swear under her breath. Now what, she thought. A rough hand grabbed her and pulled her up violently from her seat, wrapping his massive arm around her neck, shoving her own gun to her temple. Jane did not enjoy the coolness of the gun against her head, knowing the damage that a single twitch would cause. Confusion, tension, terror, and fear hung heavily in the air, but all Jane wanted to know was what the heck was going on. She didn't even get to see the man's face that was holding her hostage in front of the entire homicide unit. The man's breath was hot on her neck and she could feel his hands shaking on her body. His grasp on her left arm was like a death grip and Jane tried to shrug him off; it only got her a hard, swift knee to the back.
As she looked up, she saw Korsack with his gun out, anger and fear in his eyes and Frost beside him, fierceness and determination washing over his shocked face as he cocked his gun. She saw a crowd of other familiar faces with guns pointing directly at her chest and her heart began pounding and pumping adrenaline. The man backed up, dragging her along, trying to see everyone at once to control the situation. Clearly he had control, Jane thought bitterly. When he did this, Jane's heart dropped as saw the terrified face of someone she had prayed was already down in the morgue. Maura's eyes glistened with tears of fear for her best friend's life and she had a hand pressed over her mouth in horror. Jane closed her eyes for a second, wishing she could get Maura out of there. If Jane was going to get shot, and there was a very high possibility of that happening, she really didn't want Maura to have to see that. Seeing as the gun was smashed into Jane's temple at the moment, there was the very high probability that her brains would be all over the floor in only a few minutes and that trauma would be awful for Maura; for anyone, really.
Jane grabbed onto her captor's strong arms, keeping her balance and leaning as far away from the loaded gun as she could, struggling against the man's hold on her. Jane had the very strong urge to beat the living crap out of this guy, but she was sort of out of that option at the moment.
"Shoot him!" Jane yelled, her voice cracking, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, but no one in their right mind would shoot because to get to the assailant, you had to shoot Jane. Silence filled the air as the man with the huge arms squeezed tight to shut Jane up. Jane tried to yell, but oxygen stopped filling her lungs. She wrestled the gunman's arms, panic making her fight for air. Jane heard a desperate plea from Maura, and she prayed the gunman didn't hear her. Jane looked at Maura, their eyes meeting. Jane mouthed something encouraging, but it was clear that nothing Jane could say would console Maura in this situation.
"Let her go!" Korsack yelled and frowned in disgust and fear. The man, who no one even knew, backed up into a room, closing and locking the door. He had now got himself a hostage situation and everyone held their breath, now knowing what a long day today was going to be. Someone in the back of the room called for backup and the whole room erupted in chaos…
This is my first Rizzoli & Isles fanfic! Hope you enjoy! Please Review! –mlw217