It had been two weeks since Jane had pulled the trigger and watched as the pain flooded the eyes of her best friend Maura. It had been a rough two weeks. Jane wished with all her heart she could turn back time and change the fortune of that night. But it was over now and so was her friendship with Dr. Isles. There were no longer scientific explanations interrupting her conversations, which to her surprise Jane missed dearly. The truth is Maura hadn't spoken one word to Jane since she screamed "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM" to the brunette. Maura had understandably been absent from work for the first week following the incident, after all its not every day you watch your best friend shoot and Kill your mobster birth father. When Dr. Isles returned to work the second week Jane eagerly tried to welcome her back but was greeted with the cold shoulder in return. If there was work related business to talk about Maura simply found Detective Frost as a means of avoiding any contact with Jane. Jane was devastated she never meant to hurt her best friend in fact she only took the shot in attempt to protect Maura. It was pure instinct, she was in full detective mode and she did what she had to do. Any good cop would have done the same thing. On the other hand she could not blame Maura for being so upset she knew if the tables were turned she would not be quick to forgive. It was a sticky situation no one was in the wrong but everyone was hurting.
The days passed slowly and Jane was getting more and more worried that she would never regain the trust and friendship of the medical examiner. It definitely started to affect her work. She could not focus, she was always feeling guilty and heartbroken at the same time. Thank goodness for her little brother Frankie. She used to be annoyed by him always lurking around trying to make detective with Jane as a mentor. But these days he was her only comfort. He made her feel loved, made her feel like someone in the room would take her side no matter what. "Hey Jane I'm headed out, you wanna grab a beer wit me." Called Frankie from the doorway. "Thanks Frankie but I think I'm just gonna to call it a night." Replied Jane in a deflated voice. She walked home that night finding the cool air soothing across her face. She couldn't stop thinking about the strawberry blond Dr. and the way they just clicked. Friendship had always been easy for them. They didn't really have much in common but some how it worked. They had a special bond, one that Jane had never had with any other friend in her life. She knew she had to give Maura time. Time to cool off, time to morn. But how much longer was it going to take? Jane couldn't stand it anymore. She was missing Maura like crazy and more then anything she just wanted to know that the Dr. would be okay. Once she arrived back to her apartment Jane sat on the couch drinking a cold beer staring at a blank TV screen. She tryed to keep her mind off the situation. Okay Jane name all fifty states in alphabetical order she thought to herself. "Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, Colorado... no wait California". Suddenly a knock came on the door. "What? Ma I'm fine I just... Oh hey Maur." Maura stood there in the door way with tears streaming down checks. She was in Jeans. Jeans with a hole in the knee. The woman who spends $1000 on designer heals was standing there, red faced, in Jeans. "Oh Maur Sweetie come in, come in" Jane whispered in the most soothing voice she could muster. The two beautiful women sat there on the couch not saying anything for several intense minutes. When finally Maura spoke up. It was the first Jane had heard of that golden voice in 17 days and 6 hours, as if anyone had been counting.
Maura: "Jane I'm so sorry"
Jane: "No no don't be sorry you have every right to be mad at me"
Maura: "No I really don't. You did what you had to do Jane. I know you were trying to protect me and I know my father was not a good man, but he was my own blood." "I'm so mad Jane. But the truth is I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at what happened. I'm mad that my father never told me who my real mother was. I'm mad that I genetically match DNA with a known mass murder. I'm mad that he came into my life wanting me to accept him and allow him to be my dad after being absent my entire life. I'm mad that he is gone and I'll never have the chance to let him explain himself to me. I'm mad Jane, in fact I've never been so mad in my life. But I'm not mad at you. I can't be mad at you, the truth is you are the one person who I'm not mad at. I never should have treated you the awful way that I did, you don't deserve that. I'm even mad at myself. Mad for making you take on the burden of guilt. I can't keep going through all this without my best friend. I need you Jane"
Jane leaned over and wrapped Maura in an emotional embrace. "Shh Maura you have me. I'm right here and I always will be. Please don't be mad at yourself. I can't imagine the pain you are in and I can't fix it. All I can do is be here with you, cry with you and go through this with you." It was the best thing Jane could have said. Maura didn't want to hear that it was going to be okay, how could it be, her dad was dead. She didn't want to hear that Jane knew how she felt or that she could fix it. Maura just needed someone by her side. She was tired of trying to get through this all alone.
They weep together in an embrace for a long time both needing to be near the other. Jane was the first to break the hug pulling back to look Maura in the eye. As she wiped the tears from Maura's splotchy face they shared more with their eyes then they could have with 1000 words. And there it was, that instant connection that special bond. Back like it had never left.