A/N: I lost my enthusiasm to write for a while but I finally thought of this. It's kinda like the episode where Maura and Frost stayed at Jane's so she could get some sleep but with my own twist. I hope you all like it. Please read and review for the next chapter.

Disclaimer: Only own the fic. (C) x8xKrazee. Benson. Fanx8x

"...Yeah, you look like a badass," Jane whispered exhausted, but a small smile still managed to creep up on her face before she walked toward her bedroom. She closed the white painted wooden door behind her, so she could quickly get changed.

Once dressed in a pair of comfy gray sweats and black camisole, she looked at the door, trying to decide whether or not she should open it back up or to leave it closed. After careful consideration, she decided to open it back up, but only a gap. Jane then took a quick peek through the door, making sure Maura was still out there, even though she knew for a fact that the doctor wouldn't leave her, once satisfied that she was still in the living room, she climbed into bed and closed her eyes.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Maura had just let Frost into the apartment when she heard Jane scream out, fear was easily detected. Both she and Frost ran toward Jane's bedroom, Frost with his gun drawn.

They found Jane sitting up in bed, her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them as she rocked back and forth.

"Go, I got this," Maura mouthed to Frost, who nodded and walked out of his partner's bedroom, shutting the door behind him, to give the two women some privacy.

"Jane? Honey?" the doctor whispered, concerned as she slowly approached the bed.

Lost in her own little world, Jane didn't respond. She just continued to rock back and forth, looking straight ahead.

Maura very cautiously and gently sat down on the bed beside Jane. "Jane? What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" she asked, reaching up to brush back a stray chunk of Jane's beautiful, soft, wavy long dark brown hair only for the Detective to flinch. "Honey, it's just me... It's Maura. What's wrong? Talk to me."

When Jane didn't respond again, Maura caressed her best friend's cheek and the Detective finally looked at the doctor, but did not utter a word.

With a sigh, Maura ran a hand through her hair and just as she leaned forward to stand back up, she was stopped by soft, unsure voice of her best friend.

"I just wish the bastard would get out of my dreams," she murmured, resting her chin on her knees.

"Oh, honey. What happened in your dream?" Maura asked in a soothing whisper.

Jane shook her head and shut down again. She was beginning to feel weak and vulnerable again and she didn't like it one bit.

In frustration with Jane, Maura groaned and stood up, this time she wasn't stopped. "Okay, I'll be out in the living room with Frost, Jane. Try and get some more sleep, okay?" she murmured and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door three quarters of the way before heading back into the living room, to find Frost sitting on the couch, working on some paperwork.

"She okay, Doc?" he asked concerned, looking up when he heard Maura's high heels click on the wooden floor.

Maura sighed and ran her hands down her face as she sat down on the couch beside him. "I... I sure hope so."

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Watching Maura walk out and close the door most of the way, Jane took a few deep breaths and laid back down.

"Come on, Rizzoli. Don't be weak. You're not weak! You're a homicide Detective for heaven sakes," she chastised herself.

Jane forced herself to settle down and took another deep breath before closing her eyes.

Not being able to get comfortable, Jane rolled over on to her side, only that wasn't comfortable either, so she rolled on to her opposite side, with a disgruntled groan. Giving up on sleep for a moment, Jane just laid there, listening to her partner and best friend chat away. They were whispering so it was hard to hear but she could hear them just enough.

"I've never seen Jane so scared. I know I've only known her a few years but, yeah," she sighed, "She's been held at gun point and she not so much as blinked..."

Frost nodded in agreement and took a sip of the takeaway coffee that he had brought with him. "Yes, I definitely agree. But Doc, has Rizzoli told you what happened to her down in that basement?" he asked gently, curiously.

"Some parts. Why? Did she tell you?" Maura asked, a hint of hurt evident in her soft voice.

"No, of course not," Frost replied, putting down the sheet of paper that had been in his coffee cup free hand. "I may be her partner but you're her best friend. We may be close, but you and Rizzoli are closer, she tells you more then she tells me... Korsak told me what happened from the moment he opened the cellar door and shot Hoyt though."

After hearing that, Maura finally relaxed. Just a little. "It's not healthy for her to keep bottling things up," she whispered and leaned her head back, resting it on the back of the couch. She just wished Jane wouldn't keep up these walls, keeping everyone out.

Some time passed before Frost finally spoke up as he threw his now empty paper cup into the bin in the kitchen. "I haven't heard anything from Jane's room since you came back out, maybe you should go check on her," he suggested. "Just make sure she's okay."

"She's probably finally fallen back to sleep," Maura waved it off before they were startled by a smashing sound, followed by a scream. A scream they recognized as Jane's.

"That's from Jane's room!" Maura cried as she got up, running toward her best friend's bedroom. "Jane!"