This is my first collab with my best friend Captain Symmetry (www. fanfiction. net /u/ 2812013/), she is new to the fandom.
I don't own Rizzoli and Isles and all that stuff.
Enjoy.
"Janie? You ok?" Korsak called across to Jane, who was had stopped doing paperwork and was just blankly staring off into space. It'd been 4 days since she had killed Charles Hoyt and Maura and her had been injured from the whole encounter.
"Huh? Yeah, Korsak. I'm fine. I should go check on Maura, see if she needs anything…"
"Jane, you've checked on her twice already within the last 3 hours. She's fine." Frost chimed in.
"I'm going to go check on Maura." With that, Jane stood and made her way to the elevator, pushing the down button when there. The doors opened and she hopped into the empty elevator. She pressed the button on the wall for the morgue and leaned back, gazing into nowhere.
Ever since she first encountered Hoyt, Jane had had nightmares like crazy. After a while they weren't as frequent, but now, with all that had happened with him the nightmares had begun to happen every night since, even scarier than they were the first time round. Once, she even woke with random bruises on herself from kicking and writhing in her sleep.
The elevator doors opened and Jane stepped out, briskly making her way to Maura. She walked into the morgue to see it empty. As she would, Jane jumped to conclusions. Doyle's kidnapped her, she's run away, someone else has kidnapped her, and she's getting raped in some old warehouse. Jane walked over to Maura's office, the door was closed all the way, she knocked.
"Maura, you in there?" Jane called softly, putting her ear to the door to listen for a response. She heard sniffling, and then heels clinking on the floor. The door swung open just as Jane removed her head. Maura's eyes were bloodshot and she had tear stains on her cheeks. She had a crumpled up tissue in her hand; any idiot could put two and two together to see that she had been crying.
Jane hated when Maura cried. Not because she just didn't like people who cry in general, but because the thought of Maura in pain made Jane upset. She just couldn't handle the thought of her best friend being hurt. Facing Maura now, she fought hard not to breakdown in front of her, so she simply pulled the smaller woman into her arms and held her, tight. Tight like she never wanted to let her go. Tight enough to show her how much she cared about her. Maura relaxed into Jane's embrace, wrapping her arms around Jane's waist. The tears started again, and Jane tried to ignore the ones her eyes attempted to let fall. Damn, lachrymal glands Jane thought, along with a million other notions flying around her head; it was giving her a headache. But so was the massive amount of stress since Hoyt.
"I'm sorry, Jane… " Maura managed, voice quiet and strained from the obvious lump in her throat.
"For what, baby? You did nothing wrong." She smoothed out Maura's hair.
"I… I know you hate when I cry." Maura tightened her grip on Jane.
"Well, that's true. But you don't need to apologise for it. You have an excuse, you know?" Jane returned the tightness of the embrace of Maura. She rubbed Maura's back gently, calming her. Maura only nodded. A moment or so had passed when Maura pulled back to look at Jane, neither ever releasing their grip on each other.
"Thank you, Jane. For being here, and comforting me and… " Maura dropped her gaze, feeling bad for making Jane stay down here and comfort her. Even though she knew Jane was happy to do it, she still felt like such a burden.
"Anytime sweetie. Anytime. Remember, whatever you want, I can get it." Jane placed a reassuring kiss on Maura's forehead, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Maura shyly smiled and rested her head back on Jane's chest.