This is a story of what happened after the shooting at the Boston PD HQ. Comments are welcome. Supposed to be a one shot. I may continue it, if I get enough reviews and ideas are welcome.
Note: I do not own any of the characters aforementioned. They are the property of TNT, Tess Gerritsen, Janet Tamaro, and the associated bodies.
As I run down the concrete of Boston PD headquarters, I feel my world flip upside down. All I see is Jane, being held by Bobby. Bobby, that bastard. What right does he have to jeopardize the lives of my best friend and her brother? Then a single gunshot rings out. Guns, such useful and destructive things. I look up and see Jane laying on the ground with blood pooling from underneath her and Bobby is laying there, too, with a hole in his chest. He is definitely dead. I run to Jane as quickly as my heels allow me to.
I have to stop that bleeding. I looked around for something to put pressure on Jane's wound with. Instead, I find Korsak and Frost, who was looking incredibly and increasing pale, standing next to me. "Korsak, give me your jacket please," I order.
"Sure, Doc," he replies and removes his jacket as quickly as he can. It is almost funny watching him fumble with his jacket. He is clearly distressed because I have never seen him fumble with anything. Period. I take the jacket and put it on Jane's wound. As I press down with the jacket, Jane's eyes open. Her eyes have a fearful, yet angry look in them.
"Jane, you're going to be fine," I say, attempting to console her.
"Maura, Frankie?" she asks. She then coughs and a little blood trickles out of her mouth. "Hurts… Oh my god! It hurts like a fricking bitch!" she screams. I let her language slide this time, considering the situation.
"Jane, please don't try to talk. The bullet must have hit your lung or broke a rib, which in turn punctured your lung," I state. Jane just looks up at me, trying to comprehend the gravity of this situation. All she could do is whimper and then she loses consciousness. "Jane? Jane? Can you hear me?"
"Doc, what's happening?" ask Korsak and Frost at the same time.
"I don't know. Where's the ambulance?" Then all I hear is a very loud siren, which is getting closer very quickly.
"Well, that answers that question," says Korsak. The ambulance stops with a screeching noise and a paramedic runs out with a gurney.
"What have we got?" he asks.
"34 year old, female, gunshot wound to the chest, lost consciousness about a minute ago," I state, surprising myself with my calmness at this point.
"What's her name?"
"Detective Jane Rizzoli."
"Hey, what about that guy? Is he okay?" the paramedic asks, pointing to Bobby.
"He's dead, thanks to Jane. We'll be taking him to the morgue later."
"How did he die? He's been shot."
"Jane shot him while he was holding her hostage. Long story," I explain.
"Alright, well let's get her to the hospital before she ends up like him." Then Jane is loaded into the ambulance and I climb in after her. Then comes a loud beep.
"She's coding!" screams the paramedic. He takes out paddles and screams, "Clear!" Jane's body bounces on the gurney and then comes a rhythmic beeping. The paramedic presses two fingers to Jane's neck, searching for her carotid pulse. "Sinus rhythm." Soon we arrive to the hospital and the paramedic rattles off Jane's vitals to the ER doctors. Then they stop me.
"Sorry, ma'am. You can't go into the trauma bay." Defeated and worried, I retreat to the hard plastic chairs of the waiting room. Frost and Korsak join me soon. In a matter of minutes, the Rizzolis join us, but not before Angela asks about her children. The two Rizzolis come and sit with us. Soon, a doctor in scrubs enters looking for the Rizzoli family. He explains that Frankie had some internal bleeding, but thanks to whoever drained the blood in his chest, he will be fine.
"That would be our Dr. Isles there," Angela exclaims, while pulling me closer. Once, the doctor leaves, she turns to me and says, "Thank you, Maura, for saving my kids." Another doctor comes about 4 long, trying hours later and says that though Jane's surgery was rough with several touch and go moments, she will be fine. Everyone lets out a collective sigh of relief. Now, everyone can breathe easier, especially me, consider how close I came to losing my best friend today. Thank goodness, that reality didn't happen. But, now what?