I do not own Rizzoli and Isles- but GOD do I love it!
First R&I Fic, don't be hatin'
The pain registered first, and then as soon as it was there it was gone. The white hot pain just- stung into nothing. It had been searing hot, and then cold- and now it was a feeling of just emptiness. I can hear them- all of them. Maura- I hear her the most. She's screaming so loud, but I'm dizzy and I can't concentrate…
The world faded to white, just for a moment. She came back all the same- her side aching, but she didn't feel like she'd been shot.
Scrambling to her feet, she scanned the area restlessly- everyone was gone. Just gone. This wasn't right- it was a Boston street, but there was no one- no screams of fear, no sounds of traffic. "Maura!" She screamed, pressing her hands to her diaphragm. Her shirt was unstained, unmarked from the bullet she'd sworn she felt tear through her skin, her organs. Her hands curled around her shirt, and a thought struck her.
Adrenaline began to beat through her like a herd of startled antelope. She turned, and ran- she ran hard. She threw the door open, the building was empty- that wasn't weird. She ran to autopsy, ran harder. She stumbled, caught herself against the wall, skidded around a corner and slammed through the doors of autopsy. "Frankie!" She shouted. She shouted again, but he wasn't here. "Frankie where are you!" She screamed with all her effort.
"Jane-" Frankie looked panic. "Jane- where is everyone?"
Jane turned on her heel, "Frankie- you're up- and you're talking?" She curled one hand against her chest, running over to him. She reached out to touch his shoulder, but then he was gone. "Frankie!" She shouted. She snarled with frustration and ran out of autopsy. This was a nightmare- it had to be a nightmare. It had to be. She burst through the front door of the building again. "Maura!" She screamed, grasping her shirt again. She looked around, trying to breathe. This was so surreal.
"Jane?" Frankie called, glancing around when he was outside- rather than in autopsy. "Jane!"
"Frankie!" She ran to him, trying to grab him again, but he was gone when her hand connected with him. "God damnit!" She shouted, forcing her hands back through her hair and letting out a frustrated growl. What the hell was going on here? She turned when she heard a footstep and saw Frankie again.
"Janie- Ya gotta come back. They're freakin' out up there without you." He said in a rush, looking a little panicked.
"Frankie! What the hell is goin' on!" She shouted, her voice strained with anxiety of the situation.
"Look- Jane- You just gotta come back! Don't leave me alone with them!" He turned, and disappeared again.
"Frankie-" She began to shout again, but the shout simply echoed off the walls of the buildings surrounding the empty street. What did he mean by 'come back'?