A/N: I am on a roll with cross over ideas, but lets face it, nobody really reads the cross over section... so here this one is... I'm going to leave the cross over a mystery for now, as we start with this tragic scene... I should probably finish tonight, but worse case this 2 to 4 shot will be finished within a couple of days.
Tomorrow. It had seemed such an easy thought this morning when I arrived to pick Maura up for work. It's not that I needed to, she was more than capable of driving herself into work; it's that I wanted to. I always wanted to spend time with my best friend, with my love, not that I ever got around to telling her that. I never told Maura I loved her. Tomorrow was what I kept telling myself and now, I'm not sure tomorrow is gonna come.
My eyes find their way to the clock on the wall, every second resonating loudly in my brain as I feel the darkness closing in on me. It's 4:34pm and I shouldn't even be here, I shouldn't be lying on the floor of the First National bank bleeding out. I clutch at the wound in my abdomen; a hiss leaves my mouth as the pain of pressurising the wound keeps me awake, fighting back the darkness, barely.
My eyelids feel heavy as I roll my head to the side to stare through the glass doors of the bank, I see the blue and red lights of the first responders and I think I see Maura, but I can't be sure because it's all such a haze. A smile creases my lips as I tell myself it must be my medical examiner, because I see uniformed officers holding back a stunning blonde who seems to be fighting tooth and nail to get inside. But she can't, it's not safe. He's still in here.
She came, she knew I was here, she came no doubt as soon as the news of the hold up broke; she was here because she needed to make sure I was okay. I look down at the blood spilling past my hand and fingers and I know I'm not okay. I'm far from okay; in fact I know I'm dying. He has hostages and he shot a cop, he won't be keen to end this siege anytime soon. I don't have much time. I just wanna tell her I love her, God let me hold on long enough to tell her, please.
I try to reason through the fog that is closing in on me quickly, "You realise you just shot a cop right?" He's looking at me now, his eyes growing wide at the realisation. I can see his fight or flight response kicking in, except he is cornered; surrounded by police and circumstances he didn't foresee before walking into the bank ten minutes ago. "Surrender now, I'll even tell them the gun going off was an accident." I don't know where my words are coming from at this point, it wasn't an accident, but I'm fading and I need to see Maura one more time before the light in my eyes fades to black.
He's shaking his head violently now and turning his back on me. I wanna yell at him, but the fatigue is too much. I need to save my strength; what strength? I can see death taunting me now, tightening his grip around my soul. I feel around for my gun and I can't find it, it must have flown too far from me when he shot me. Damnit.
My eyes fall onto those of a scared little girl being held tightly to the ground by her mother. That poor kid, she is going to be scarred for life; just like my Maura. My eyes are barely open now, I'm not seeing in colour anymore, which is interesting. It's all in grey as I see my weapon several feet away just lying on the ground innocuously hanging around like it has nothing better to do. Oh come on Rizzoli, you're dying here and now you want to wax poetical? One more glance at that kid and I know what I have to do.
With the last of my strength I roll over and half push off with my feet and half flail towards the gun. I hear the murmuring of the hostages turn into gasps as I swing my body around to face him. I pull the trigger and watch as he falls helplessly to the ground. I'm vaguely aware as someone strong grabs me under the arms and starts dragging me to the exit, to my Maura; but I know it's too late. My eyes fall onto the clock one last time, its 4:36 pm and the grey, it fades into black.