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Barreling down the corner at twenty four miles per hour hefting a Kevlar vest over her torso and a handgun in her predominant left hand, in pursuit of a serial killer, she shot around the corner only steps ahead of her partner and sergeant. The killer had been confirmed by Dr. Isles based on DNA sloppily left behind on the six victims who were all asphyxiated with a variety of cord and rope.

"Shots fired, shots fired!" The youngest promoted detective shouted from her back against the pavement. "Officer down! Officer down!"

"Korsak, Jane!" He pointed to the down officer as he fired a round into the murder's chest.

Removing his coat and placing it beneath her head, Korsak's face paled to white, "it's going to be okay Janie, your vest stopped it." He looked up to Frost who was approaching the dying killer, "get an EMT here, now. And call Dr. Isles."

Detective Frost responded promptly by making the calls as ordered while checking the murder's pulse, "on their way, three minutes out."

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White tile, white walls, and subtle breathing. My breathing? The brunette detective asked herself while trying to will her eyes open. Beeping, lots of beeping. Why do I hurt?

"Jane," Maura hand her hand clasped between her palms, "I'll page the doctors and notify them that you are awake now." She immediately stood to press the call button and peered over her friend's form as she lay in the hospital bed. "You were shot, Jane. Your vest absorbed the .50 caliber bullet, but the blunt force trauma caused nondisplaced rib fractures to your sixth, seventh, and eighth ribs. You passed out from shock."

The wounded detective took a minute to replay the events of that day in her head while comprehending what her friend was saying. Her eyes closed to recapture everything, her breathing becoming more steady as she was more aware of her surroundings. "A .50 caliber bullet? Damn. No wonder why it had me flat on my back." She looked at the noisy machines next to her bedside, "when can I leave?"

"I don't think you are aware of how lucky you are that there was no other internal trauma, Jane." Maura's voice was stern. "There was no evidence of damage to your organs, internal bleeding, or signs of pneumothorax—no lung collapsing."

The simple term immediately made her think of her little brother, Frankie, being shot in the chest just a couple years ago. It made her shiver. "Maur, I just feel like I'm in a little pain, I don't feeling like dying, I am starving, need coffee, or a beer, and would like to get the hell out of here."

She nodded her head, expecting this from the detective, "as we predicted you were going to say that, Lieutenant Cavanaugh agreed to let you in my custody for care for the next two weeks while you heal. It will ideally take longer than that, but the pain will become tolerable after that time."

"Custody for care?" Jane winced as she nearly shot up out of bed.

The medical examiner carefully and gently pushed her back down by the shoulders and Jane easily complied, "yes, since I am the only one you seem to listen to. I am actually doing you a favor," a hint of a smile played on her face.

It took her a moment, but the injured detective picked up on her friend's humor, "so my Ma doesn't have a chance to helicopter over me?" She watched the ME nod a firm yes as an unfamiliar doctor padded his shoes across the room. Maura greeted the doctor and thanked him for his wonderful work. A little flirtatious, huh, Doc? She suddenly had a bad taste in her mouth.

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"Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do Dr. Isles? I hate for you to be burdened with this." Angela Rizzoli stood in the kitchen of Maura's home and was heading toward the back door.

"Angela, there is no burden at all. I am happy to help Jane recover." Her voice was strict yet friendly.

The motherly figured peered back over to her daughter and back to Maura, "you just let me know if there's anything I can do." She watched the doctor nod and stepped outside to retreat to the guest house she was living in.

"You can stop faking sleep now, your mother is gone." The medical examiner clicked her heels over to the couch where Jane was resting.

"How did you know I was faking sleep?"

Sitting down on the coffee table so she was in direct vision of her friend, she slowly shook her head from side to side. "Your breathing, for one. And two, I know you can't sleep when your mother is present because she makes you feel too anxious."

Jane laughed slightly enough to make a little noise but subtly enough that it didn't disturb her injuries, "that's a good point." The amusement died and the detective painted a serious look on her face, "what's wrong, Maur?"

It took the doctor a moment to realize her eyes were swelling with tears so her face must have looked as sad as she felt. "I was so scared, Jane. When you got shot this time, the last time you were shot, anytime you get hurt…" she trailed off with the sniffles and tears threatening the bottoms of her cheeks.

The brunette immediately took her friend's hand and laced their fingers together, "I wore a vest, honey. I knew he was going to be packing heat, so I wore a vest. I don't want to get hurt anymore than you want to see me hurt. I have a job to do and I try to always take the precautions necessary while saving the city of Boston every now and again."

She was using her free hand to wipe away the streaks teeming down her face, "I know. I know," the ME cleared her throat, "and you're the best at what you do, Jane." She took a deep breath, "but seeing you in the hospital today reminded me of everything I felt when you last in here with a gunshot wound."

Jane's face flashed to empathy as she motioned for her friend to come sit with her on the couch. "I guess we never really talked about that…" she thought for a moment, "how did it make you feel?"

Losing both of her hands to Jane's grip, she pushed a heavy breath out, "terrified. More scared than I thought possible… Like my whole world was ending."

She rubbed calming shapes across her friend's hands with the pads of her thumbs, "why did you feel that way?"

"Because, it was you. You're my, my everything, Jane. You're my family, my best friend," she let a few sniffles go, "my LLBFF." A silent moment passed and they both began to giggle.

"Tell me about that day." Jane was curious, her memory and the shock nearly wiping everything from that day and possibly a few that followed from her brain.

"You really want to know?"

"I have two weeks off work and I'm already bored, so yes. I really want to know." She flashed her dimples at Maura knowing she couldn't deny her of the story after that.