Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to Rizzoli & Isles except my own head.
A/N: So was anyone else upset that they ended it that way? It's not like it's a fall show so it's only a few months break … this isn't coming back til probably May/June 2011! This is an alternate ending to the episode "I'm Your Boogie Man."
"Shut up!" Lola yelled as she returned to the room and fired once into the stomach of Jane Rizzoli. Jane let out something between a yell and a grunt as she fell back against the bed; her body jerking then going limp as she slumped against the bed. Frankie let out a strangled yell of shock and surprise as he watched blood explode from his sister's stomach, almost in slow motion. His eyes widened as he turned his head back to Lola. She looked almost shocked that she had pulled the trigger, but the shock was turning to glee of her success and a smirk was emerging on her face and something snapped in Frankie. It didn't matter that his hands were tied or that she had a gun; he let out an animalistic scream and tackled her like a lion pouncing on his prey, throwing the two of them into the hallway.
"That's my sister!" He brought his tied hands down on her face, hearing her nose pop loudly. They rolled into the hallways, bashing into the wall, creating a head sized hole where Lola's head hit the wall. He had his hands wrapped around the gun, around her own hands, preventing her from squeezing the trigger again. They were both trying to gain control of the weapon that might of just claimed the life of his big sister. Finally, he managed to twist the gun to her chest and fired it four times in succession into her chest. She gasped, before going limp, collapsing on top of Frankie. He shoved her off disgustedly, and lay panting on the floor. He realized all the movement of his wrists had loosened the rope and he managed to worm his hands free. He stared at her body for a few seconds in shock before he bolted for Jane.
Jane was letting out small gasping breaths, one shaking hand feebly attempting to control the spurting blood, while the other hand clutched at the edge of the bedspread, her grip making her knuckles go white. Blood was dripping steadily out of her mouth and her eyes were half rolled back, wheeling, trying to find something to focus on. Frankie's knees went weak as he tried to remember what he was supposed to do.
"Oh God, Jane." Frankie grabbed the phone off the bedside table before he skidded to a halt next to his sister. She wheezed, every movement of her body hurting her as she managed to focus her eyes on Frankie. He reached for her hand as he pressed 9-1-1 on the phone. "My sister, she's a detective, she's shot. Please hurry. Oh God." He threw the phone on the floor, not bothering to hit end, knowing they could use the GPS to track where they were. He blinked back the tears, his eyes blurred, he couldn't loose his sister, not today, please. He let her hand fall back to the ground as he put pressure on her stomach, eliciting a moan of agony from his sister. "Sorry, sorry, oh God."
"F-Frankie." She choked, a fresh coat blood spilling over her lips as she tried to focus on him. "It's, it's ok." She managed to stutter out, her eyes starting to droop before fluttering shut. Frankie couldn't stop the tears now, even when she was hurt, she was still trying to be the big sister, trying to keep him calm.
"No, Jane, Jane, please. Open your eyes." He almost screamed at her. Blood was seeping through his hands and she wasn't responding. "Please don't do this to me, please, Jay Jay." He hadn't called her that since they were just kids. She let out a pained moan, but her eyes remained shut. "I can't do this without you. I wanted to be a cop because you said it first. I need you, you're my role model. I love you so much. You're my big sister." His voice cracked and he couldn't continue. He gasped in shock as he heard the front door come crashing down in the front room.
"JANE!" He heard Korsak scream frantically, as he came running for the bedroom. "Oh my God." He staggered backwards as he saw the blood. "Jane." He advanced almost as though he wasn't sure of his footing towards Jane. It was almost though a puddle was forming on the ground as he folded himself next to her head. He cupped her face and stroked it. "Jane?" She managed to crack her eyes, the strain obvious, but all Korsak could see the pain laced through those eyes before they blinked shut again.
"Janie, please, please, don't leave me all alone." Frankie was sobbing, he blinked frantically, trying to clear his eyes. He wanted to just collapse on the ground and throw a fit, demand that she was going to be okay, and then she would, but he was past that. He knew better.
"Sir, please step back." Frankie jumped, he hadn't realized that the EMTs had arrived as well. He shook his head. The paramedic recognized that he was in shock, and possibly injuried himself. "Are you hurt?" He asked gently as his partner started to check Jane's vitals. "You're doing a good job there bud, keeping pressure, keep doing that and I'm gonna check you over, okay?" Frankie managed to move his head up and down once.
"Jane's hurt." Suddenly he couldn't keep himself in the shape of a human anymore, and he slumped backwards. The paramedic was waiting to catch him and carefully held him up. Frost took his spot instantly, the crimson stain of blood spreading up the sleeves of his pristine white shirt. "Janie?" He was five years old again and his big sister was helping pick him after he fell off his bike.
"It's okay Frankie. You'll get it." Janie clumsily patted his head as she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "You're okay." She brushed the dirt from his knees as he sniffed. He didn't want his sister to think he was a cry baby and if she said it was fine, it was okay.
"Is it bleeding?" He tried to look, but Janie wouldn't let him. "Is it bad?" His lower lip trembled as he looked for his discarded bike. The front wheel looked wrong, maybe dad would fix it later. He hadn' meant to fall, he hoped no one was mad at him. He sniffled again.
"No, but let's go inside. Mom'll want to bandage it." Janie slung him onto her back and trudged back towards the house. Frankie relished in this sisterly comfort and let the side of his head rest against the back of her head.
"Damn it!" The yell of frustration threw Frankie back out of the daydream and into a distorted reality. "Again." Frankie gazed in horror at the scene in front of him. Jane's body jerked as the electricity surged through her body. It was like looking through a curved glass, everything was distorted and seemed to be moving so slowly. He couldn't hear anything, like someone had plugged his ears. That was his big sister, his protector, and this just had to be a bad dream.
Suddenly, like being pulled out of a suction cup, time sped back up and sounds returned, but the sound that overrode it all was the long, flat monotone of his sister's heart.
A/N: STILL not as evil as the season finale!