She hated seeing him like this, hurt and vulnerable and weak. It wasn't the guy she knew. It wasn't the guy she had fallen for. She wished there was something she could do, that there was a magic button that could erase the gun from being fired on him, save him from this agonizing pain.
It didn't help that Jane was yelling at her every minute or so to do something. She understood where Jane was coming from, it was her brother, she wanted him to live. But didn't she think Jane wanted him to, too? This was the guy she was (secretly) in love with. She couldn't just let him die.
She tried everything. Partly because Jane was ordering her to and partly because she had to do something to help him. She had to save him. For Jane, herself, and Frankie.
"Maura come on, you've gotta help him!" Jane yelled, clearly panicking. Maura was, too. She had do dilute it, though. She couldn't let Jane know how fast her heart really was being at the thought of never seeing the man lying on the table again.
She kept trying to work on him. The rational part of her brain knew that he needed medical help, that he'd die without it, but the irrational part, the part she didn't show often, clung to the hope she could save him.
She stopped working when she saw the drug dealer come in with a gun. She and Jane instantly covered Frankie's body, protecting him. When he threatened to kill Frankie she felt her heart stop. She prayed Jane would give him the cigarettes, even though she knew she would.
They found out the cop that was with them was dirty and he and his partner took Jane. Maura wanted to help her, but Jane said to stay with Frankie, who was shivering now and his teeth were chattering. She went over and stood next to him.
"We're going to get you out of this, you know. Jane and I won't let you die." She whispered to him. He nodded, teeth still chattering.
She was quiet for a few moments, she held his hand, though. And didn't complain when he squeezed her hand so tightly she wanted to scream when he was in pain. Medics were on they're way, she knew they were. They could probably get inside the building by now, but just in case, she needed to get something out.
"Frankie?" She said timidly and he looked at her. "I have to tell you something, okay? I wish it didn't have to be under these circumstances but…I like you. A lot. So, you gotta keep fighting, okay? I don't want to lose you. You're too important to me. I know there's a word for this feeling, but, I'm kind of afraid to say it, because if I do, it makes things real, and when things get real people get hurt. But… I think I love you, Frankie."
He didn't say anything. He just squeezed her hand, not in a I'm-in-pain kind of way, but in a I-like-you-too kind of way. She smiled at him and he attempted a smile back. At least one weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
They stayed like that for a moment or two. Finally, the medics burst through the door. They grabbed Frankie off the table and his hand that was joined with Maura's disconnected. They carried them out of the room, her eyes never leaving him.
As she watched him leave, she still had her doubts. Who wouldn't? But standing there, remembering the feel of Frankie's hand in hers, it gave her hope. They'd get through this. Love conquered all, right?
And… cue CHEESIEST ENDING EVER! I think this was a great CONCEPT, I think the execution sucked. But… what did you guys think? The finale kind of inspired me a little bit, can't you tell?
And I LOVE Frankie and Maura together. (and I just love Frankie in general). Once again, shout out to Kristi who supports my love of crack!ships and often ships them right along with me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rizzoli & Isles if I did, Frankie and Maura would have a lot more scenes together and Frankie wouldn't have gotten shot.
