I don't own Rizzoli and Isles. The show and the characters belong to Tess Gerritsen and TNT. I'm only writing for fun!
Jane Rizzoli called Maura Isles number for the umpteenth time. The call went to voicemail again. Frustrated, she threw the phone on the passenger seat. The young pathologist had never forget an appointment. Hours ago they were supposed to meet and Maura had not appeared. That didn't look like Maura and slowly Jane began to worry about her best friend. Jane picked up the phone again and dialed the number of her mother.
"Hey Jane, what's up?" Angela asked busy.
"Hi Ma, have you seen Maura this morning?" Jane asked worried.
"Yeah, we drank some tea and then she wanted to meet you. I drove to work. Why Jane? What's wrong?"
"Maura hasn't shown up. I'm on my way to her. Was she all right? Did she say anything?" the lovely cop asked slightly panicked.
"Everything was okay. She was as always. She chattered and giggled. She has been looking forward to meet you. Nothing unusual. Can you tell me what's going on? You're scaring me," Angela said nervously.
"I don't know, Ma. I'm at her house now. I'll call you back," Jane said quickly, and jumped out of the car.
Jane hung up and went up to the generous house. The front door was open. Nevertheless, Jane knocked gently.
"Maura? Are you at home?" Jane shouted carefully.
The dark-haired cop got no answer. With one foot she pushed the door completely open. Jane pulled out her gun as a precaution and entered the house slowly. She walked into the living room and what she saw shocked her. Next to the couch, a boy lay in his blood. A knife stuck in his chest. Frantically Jane ran forward a few steps. He was young, possibly 16 years old.
His eyes were open. He was dead. Only now Jane saw the mess. There had been a fight.
But where was Maura? Horrified Jane went on toward the kitchen, the gun in firing position. Jane winced when she heard a moan. She followed the sound behind the counter and opened her eyes in shock. Maura lay on the kitchen floor. There was blood everywhere. Maura's slender body was lying in a large pool of blood. Jane put away the gun and dropped to her knees. Incredulous she touched Maura's face.
"Maura? Please stay with me," she begged heartbreaking.
The young pathologist moaned softly as she realized Jane's voice. With trembling hands, Jane took her cell phone and dialed 911.
"This is Detective Rizzoli, Boston homicide, Number 312. I have an emergency. A bullet wound! I'm at the house of Dr. Maura Isles. 230 Perham Street, West Roxbury. Send an ambulance!"Jane screamed into the phone.
"Jane? Jane? What happened?" Maura whispered, barely audible in pain.
Jane threw the phone down and stroked her friend's cheek tenderly and helpless.
"I don't know, Maura. You're hurt. What shall I do? Help me! There is blood everywhere!
You've been shot. Please, stay with me, Maura, "Jane pleaded.
"I ... can not ... breathe ...," Maura moaned.
"What can I do? Tell me! Please, sweetie! Help me, Maura," Jane stuttered.
"You have to stop the bleeding, Jane. I think my lungs are injured. My Pulmo sinister collapsed," the pathologist whispered, barely audible.
"Not now, Maura. Please clearly! What shall I do?"
"Press a cloth or something firmly on the wound. Press firmly, Jane. That stems the bleeding," Maura whispered controlled.
Jane looked around frantically. She found nothing useful. Totally panicked she took off her jacket and pressed it firmly against the wound in Maura's chest. Maura winced under the pressure. Terrified Jane pulled her hands back.
"Don't stop, Jane. I'm going to pass out but you have to continue to press firmly. Don't stop, okay? My life is in your hands, " Maura said, and closed her eyes.
"Don't you dare to die on me, Maura! You hear me? Stay with me! I need you," Jane sobbed with tears running down her cheek.
"I'm still here, Jane. I'm so cold. I lost a lot of blood, I think. I don't know if I'll make it. I'm cold and I'm tired, " the blonde moaned and coughed up blood.
"Damn it, where's the ambulance?" Jane cried desperately.
"I love you, Jane. I want you to know. You are the best thing that happened to me. You're an amazing and strong woman. You'll make it without me. You were a great friend."
"I love you too, Maura and now stop talking such bullshit. You will not die, okay? The ambulance is almost here. Everything will be fine. The ambulance will be here right away. Oh God, Maura, what happened? No, no, no, don't fall asleep. Talk to me, " Jane sobbed and listened to the siren.
"I taste blood. That's not good. Listen to me, Jane. It's really bad and I want ... " Maura sighed and closed her eyes again.
Jane heard footsteps in the living room. Two paramedics looked around and Jane waved.
"Here! Buck up," she cried.
The paramedics came in and knelt down next to Maura.
"What happened? How long has she been unconscious?" one of the young men asked.
"Maybe a minute or so, not much longer. I staunched the wound. You have to save her," Jane pleaded tearfully.
"Let us do our work, you have done everything, now it's our turn. Step aside! Your friend is badly injured," the paramedics said worried.
Jane stepped aside. With open eyes she watched as the paramedics work on Maura. She was startled by the ringing of her cell phone. She accepted the call with shaking hands.
"Jane? Have you found Maura? " asked the voice on the other side of the line.
"Oh God, Ma. Maura is critically injured," Jane stammered desperately.
"My gosh! What happened? Jane? Is she going to be okay? Spit it out!"
"I don't know, Ma. Here is blood everywhere. Ma? She said goodbye. It looks really bad. I'm scared! What shall I do without her?" Jane asked with a tearful voice.
"Stop it, Jane Clementine Rizzoli! She will not die! Pull yourself together! I'll inform Franky and we'll be with you right away."
"And please inform Korsak and Frost. We have a homicide. A boy was stabbed. I have to go. Maura is ready for transport. I'll go with her to the hospital and I'll see you there," Jane said a little calmer.
While Jane followed the stretcher, the first police car pulled up. Jane paused and explained what had happened. The crime scene was cordoned off immediately. More police cars arrived, while Maura was stabilized. Yellow warning tape blocked the main entrance. The sight made Jane shiver.
"Miss? We're ready! Get on board, we are in a hurry. We take her to Boston Medical Center," shouted one of the paramedics.
Without hesitation, Jane jumped into the ambulance and they took off toward the hospital with rights of way.
