This story takes place within episode 2x15 with some slight and major changes so it is AU. Please R&R. Thanks.
Maura's sits still in the plastic hospital chair. As she sits she can hear the steady beeping of the heart monitor and the silent hissing coming from the blood pressure cuff as it inflated for the hundredth time that day. She swears she can hear the drip from the IVs as they hang on their medal pole.
She swore to herself that this was never going to go through this again. Not after Jane had foolishly shot herself to kill Bobby. But here she was again not once but twice in a weeks' worth of time. First, it was her mother who had been ran over by a car whose intended target was her. She didn't know her mother could react so quickly. Maura now understood what 'deer caught in the headlights' meant. Hearing the tires squeal as they picked up some speed and then the sickening crunch of the windshield when her mother's made impact. Everything to Maura seemed like a nightmare she was never going to wake up from. Her mother, Constance, thankfully pulled through and was on her way to recovery.
Maura thought about how Jane and the other detectives were able to narrow the suspect pool. Jane had even said something about her gumshoe thing. If Maura knew what the finale of her plan held she would've never gone along with it. Everything seemed to spiral out of control after her visit to the fire house to collect evidence or so the rouse called for it to bait the alleged suspect.
She never could've foreseen Agent Dean's involvement and betrayal towards Jane. The man who made a promise to her not to follow or pursue Patrick Doyle, one of Boston's biggest Irish mob bosses. Maura believes Agent Dean had his own agenda once he found out Paddy Doyle was in town. She concluded that bagging Paddy Doyle would've helped his career out. Made him looked like he had juice. Something she heard the detectives always talk about.
But Maura knew she could get over that. The betrayal of Agent Dean was nothing compared to the betrayal of her father or the sperm donor as Jane loved to call him. In a way now that is what he felt like to Maura. As much as he said he cared, showed her pictures and made her believe that one day she would get to meet her biological mother she felt so stupid, so duped.
Maura sits in the chair quietly in observation. No visitors have showed up yet. It is still too early in the morning. The nurses make their rounds and write their notes down in the patients chart. She mentions that the doctor should be stopping by in the next hour or two. Maura nods and she walks away. She closes her eyes trying not to remember the previous day's events but she can't. They are still too fresh.
Uh oh...what's going to happen? We'll get there soon enough.