Author's note:

Hey guys! Im totally new to this, and this is my first one-shot I've ever written, based on last night's season 6 finale. It sets immediately after the scene of Jane calling Maura's phone. Have been wanting to try writing something with Rizzles and I felt this was an appropriate start to maybe a future fanfiction writing addiction? :-) Please dont mind my grammar mistakes and any/all criticism is warmly welcomed. Btw, if you guys like this one on Jane's POV, I would love to post Maura's one as well! Please be kind to one another, and now enjoy the one-shot!

Jane's POV

She had felt like an idiot. Here she was, standing in the living room of this magnificent house and it's hostess was not even in sight. What kind of best friend is she? How could she say 'there was nothing left to take' ? Maura was her everything. Of course she would've forgotten the safety of her best friend, Of course she would've forgotten to call her and inform her about Ma, Of course she took her for granted.

The entire day, all Maura has been doing is asking about her wellbeing, asking how she was coping, suggesting to Jane that she should be take more caution in her surroundings. Yet all Jane could think of was finding the killer/arsonist involved in this, thinking back, Maura would comfort her and tell her that this is precisely why Jane was such a great detective. But how could she be one, when she couldn't even protect her best friend? Her soulmate? This isn't the first time she had led danger to Maura, and hell, she wouldn't ever forgive herself if anything happened to the woman that supported her every single damn time.

Yet here she is, standing in the living room of her best friend's house, calling her phone. Thinking back, the 'mini vacay' they had a week ago to LA when they needed to head over to check some case files seemed miles away. That comfort in walking side by side with Maura on the beach, laughing at pet monkeys, more specifically a Capuchin monkey that Maura couldn't stop talking about, causing Jane to roll her eyes the entire journey back to the hotel. Like the world of murders and serial killers was left behind in that short fifteen minute walk, Jane couldn't help but admire the sun shining in the doctor's honey blonde curls and drift off on the idea of living in LA with her, enjoying the sun and sand. Yeah, that doesn't sound all that bad.

But that same comfort brought Jane back to reality, questioning herself on why she didn't just send a text to Maura. Why she didn't just inform Maura about her whereabouts, and then question the doctor's on hers? That way she would have a headstart on where to look, on where to find her honey blonde. Now she's just grasping in the dark, while the doctor doesn't pick up a single of her damn phone calls, sending her mind into overdrive filled with panic and worry. Korsak is over the phone with Nina, tracing the doc's GPS phone signal, while Frankie is comforting Ma and trying his best to explain the situation. It was then that Korsak gave her a look, the look that only meant one thing, that they've located her through her phone.

And it was then that she grabbed her jacket, flung the front door open without a care in the world, Ma would scold her for that but she'll deal with it later, heck even Maura would nag at her for being so rough, but now all she could think of was wrapping her arms around her, running straight to her like a homing beacon. And into the night Jane Rizzoli went, taking a step out into the darkness which awaits her, looking for that trace of honey blonde locks.