A/N: this was written a while back, but I finally decided to start posting things, any criticism would be gladly appreciated.
It was that one day.
That one day at the crime scene, when the sound of shots rang out, she could still hear them now, three evenly spaced bangs.
It was that one day, that Jane can pinpoint as the day it all changed. That was the day that the numbness began to descend, and she started to sink inside of herself. That was the day when everything shifted.
That was the day that it happened.
The apartment was empty, evening light had whittled away into nothingness, but no lights had been turned on. The sole occupant still sat in the same seat as she was hours earlier.
Jane slumped back into the sofa, beer bottle in hand, and sunk back into her memories.
"Jane". Her legs were sprawled out to the side, forgotten about as the focus rested upon her chest, on the steady flow of colour staining everything it could touch.
Maura extended her arm out slowly, and brushed her hand across her best friends jaw line, her fingers shaking slightly. A red swipe was left in its wake, before the arm fell back down, to weak to be held up any longer.
"Jane, smile for me, I always loved your smile", her voice weak, wavering slightly as she hung onto consciousness.
Jane forced her face to let out a weak smile whilst she tightened her grip on Maura's body in her lap, one arm wrapped around the woman's midsection, whilst the other was still pressed upon the new hole that had been added to Maura's upper abdomen.
"I always loved you, Maura". The words came out strained, she wouldn't let herself cry, not yet.
The blonde's face broke into a smile, the smile that Jane often craved to see.
"I love you too, Jane"
Her body started to go limp, eyes falling shut, her last sight being the woman she loved, the only comfort she could gain in this situation.
Only then did Jane let the tears fall.
"Jane…"
The hand of her partner was placed on her shoulder, forcing her back into reality, she could hear the siren of an oncoming ambulance. 'Too damn late to help anyone now'.
"Jane you have to let go of her"
She could feel the blood soaking through her clothes and onto her skin, Maura's blood. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, but her friend, her Maura, had begun to chill in her arms.
'Maura's gone. And it's my fault. I'm the cop, I'm the one that's meant to protect her, to take the hits, and I didn't. She was too damn far away when it happened I couldn't even get close in time, and now she's gone'. Jane continued to silently berate herself, like she had been doing since last week.
'It's all my fault'.
Another beer bottle was emptied, and dropped onto the growing pile on the floor.