Summary: It's time for devoted detective to face the ultimate battle. Not bad guys or car chases, this time Jane Rizzoli is forced to face death itself, it's the ultimate battle, and Jane's strength is put to the test. But sometimes, we need a little bit of help, we need a bit of love, we need a pillar. It's these times of great pain that we finally let ourselves face the truth and fall in love, even the stubborn people.
Hi guys, I just wanted to say thank you for the response I received on my first Rizzoli & isles story, it meant a lot to me! I wasn't planning on doing any full stories with more than one chapter, but the other night I couldn't stop thinking about this storyline, which I had used before for a different show. I'm not sure if it will pick up or not but I might aswell try, right? I'll see what response I get and go from there! I also just want to say I unfortunately don't own Rizzoli and isles *sadface*
Prologue
"To me, Fearless is not the absence of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having doubts: Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death." – Taylor Swift.
The sun had finally set over Boston after what seemed to be the longest summer yet. The heat had captured the city in a suffocating haze, unbearable at times. Usually, Maura had welcomed this with open arms and spent her free time letting the sun take her to a place of great serenity. However, this summer was different. Between all the time she had spent in the small room filled with machines and the constant irritating beeping in her head and the time spent in Jane's apartment, she just didn't care for the heat.
Maura sat down on the roof of a high building, taking in her surroundings with each deep breath. She didn't want to think about the events that had lead her here, she just wanted to take this moment and breathe, something that she had found nearly impossible in the past 6 months. She had been too busy holding someone else up to stand tall for herself in the battle. That didn't matter though; it was over now, the calm that follows a storm. She found the night too quiet, she found the breeze too windy, she found the sky too dark. Everything wasn't how it had been, a once so composed and elegant woman found it hard to piece together a coherent sentence with all that had happened.
Slowly, she reached into her pocket and let her hands rest on the piece of gold jewellery that she'd slipped in there only the day before. It was silly that an inanimate object could give her comfort, but this was the only thing holding her together right now. This was a reminder of everything that had changed, and what was yet to come. This was the symbol of the strength each person had come to face this summer, the fight that had seemed so exhausting and was now over. She could rest, she could breathe, and she could only focus on what was next.