After watching tonight's ep, I had to give it a Risled Up ending. I love Frankie so much and I really love his relationship with Jane so yeah.
Disclaimer: Rizzoli & Isles belongs to Tess Geritsen & TNT, I'm just borrowing them as my own personal Barbie Dolls.
Maura Isles opened her door to find her best friend running her hand through her tangled dark chocolate locks while staring at her feet. She sighed, the corner of her mouth turning up as she moved to open the door wider, "How did you run him off this time?"
"Ha," Jane Rizzoli rolled her eyes as she stepped past Maura, "my emotional baggage the size of Texas does it for me."
She smiled sympathetically before locking the door behind her, "Sleep or drinks?"
"Sleep," Jane sighed as she slouched against the wall of the foyer, rolling her neck until it popped, "I can hardly align both of my occipital...whatever."
"Eyes will suffice."
"Gee, thanks."
Ignoring the snark, her thumb and pointer finger encased the detective's wrist as she lead the way through the dimly lit home and up the stairs. Everything was blissfully silent, bar the gentle thumping of Bass as he meandered around the kitchen. They fell silently into heaps on their now designated sides of the bed with just an angel's breath separating them, but absolutely not touching.
The doctor surveyed the victim. With arms crossed over her chest protectively, eyes fluttering on the edge of sleep, yet breathing and heart rate erratic; there was no other fitting term. Jane was victim of Hoyt's attacks once again – even if it was by the proxy of a psychotic kidnap victim.
Jane's voice caused her to jump, "Stop analyzing me, Maura."
"Stop blaming yourself, Jane," Maura countered, "Hoyt brought Frankie into game – not you. We're all pawns in this sick twisted game of his and anyone close to you is fair game in his eyes. You love Frankie more than anyone, he was the obvious choice."
"I just..." She let out a shaky breath, "Maura, if she had pulled that trigger, Frankie would be dead. It should have been me who jumped her. It should just be me. God, forget the game, just let him kill me already."
"Stop," Her hand rested firmly on Jane's forearm, "look at me," she waited on baited breath til Jane's eyes met hers, "This, this is what he wants, Jane. You can't let him win. You are alive because we all need you here. Frankie is alive. He isn't leaving you. No one is leaving you."
"Maura," Jane shook her head, "You know that's not realistic."
"Alright," She kissed her temple and wrapped an arm around her middle, "I can't promise you forever, but I'll promise you tonight, okay?"
"Okay," Jane whispered as her hand slid from the pure silk covers to intertwine fingers with Maura's on her taut abdomen.
Darkness overtook them slowly like a spider's finely spun web creeping over their spooned figures on the guest bed. Maura counted the seconds, minutes, and even hours until her counterpart caved into a deep and healing sleep before her own muscles relaxed and slumber pulled her under, "No one is leaving you tonight."