Author Note: This chapter is short too. I promise they WILL get longer but right now, where these two chapters have ended, it was the only place that made sense to end them. Anyway, once again the bold is a note. During the reading of the note, the words that are NOT bold is being said out loud, just so there is no confusion.

This chapter deals with self harm and a suicide attempt so please be aware of that.

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Maura pulled down her street at the same time Jane was leaving. Maura tried Jane's phone but it went straight to voicemail.

"It must have died," Maura tried to rationalize but even she knew there was something fishy about the situation. Jane is a homicide detective, her phone should always be on.

When she pulled into her driveway, she saw the kitchen lights on through the front window. Unlocking the door, she knew Jane had been here, Maura never locks the deadbolt but it was locked.

She walked into the house to a magnificent smell, "Angela's vegetable lasagna. Jane cooked me dinner and left?"

Maura almost missed the note on the table had it not been for the two dozen roses. The note was standing in front of the roses, Maura smiled.

"Red and pink, my favorite." She said as she opened the note and started to read.

Maura read the note and debated reading the second one now but knew if Jane asked, she wouldn't be able to lie. Being the good girl Maura is, she poured herself a glass of wine, took a larger slice than she normally would because she missed lunch, lit a candle, and ate. After eating Maura fed Bass and Jo before heading upstairs for a quick shower.

When she was done with her shower and dressed in one of nightgowns and opened the next note.

Maura,

This note is hard to write. After the last incident with Hoyt, I've been having a lot of issues. Yes, I have noticed that. I've been really depressed, having nightmares, not eating, but I'm sure you've noticed. I've also been... Jeez this is hard. I mean what kind of 35 year old does stupid shit like this? Maura, I've been suicidal. What?! I don't know if you've noticed the long sleeve shirts or the limp when I walk. I've learned a lot from you and at first I started with the artery in my leg. I can never bring myself to cut deep enough. I'm so sorry, Maur.

As you're reading this, I'm at home trying one more time and hopefully, I do it right this time. This isn't real. It can't be. I just can't handle this anymore. There's notes for Korsak, Frost, Frankie, Tommy, Ma, and even Pop at my apartment.

I'm sorry I failed you, Maur. Take care of Jo Friday for me?

Goodbye,
Jane

Maura's eyes filled with tears. She grabbed her keys and ran out the door. She forgot her shoes and even her phone, she needed to get to Jane.

Speeding down her street, she regretted not going back for phone, she needed to call for help. It would have to wait until she got to Jane's apartment.

Maura's vision was clouded by tears but she somehow made it to the apartment without incident or accident. Running up the front stairs and up to Jane's door, she fumbled with the keys in the lock but finally got the door open.

"Jane?!" Maura yelled while searching the living room, kitchen, and bedroom with no sight of Jane.

Then she faintly heard the sound of the shower.

"Jane?!" Maura pushed the bathroom door wide open.

There, laying at the bottom of the shower was a naked Jane Rizzoli. The water falling from the shower had run cold and was creating a river of red from open wounds on Jane's arms and inner thighs as well as what looked like a gun shot wound to the chest.

Maura was frantic, she picked through the pile of Jane's discarded clothes to find her cell phone. Maura first dialed 911 before dialing Angela.

"Hey, Janie, how are you feelin'?" Angela asked without saying hello.

"An-angela?" Maura managed to get out.

"Maura, honey? What's wrong? Where's Janie?" Angela grew worried.

"Bleeding. Gun shot. Home. Called 911." Was all Maura could get out between sobs.

Angela got the hint. She tried to remain calm, telling Maura she was on her way.

Angela pulled up just as the ambulance did. She ran up the stairs and found Maura in hysterics while the paramedics worked on getting Jane breathing.

"Maura, what happened?" Angela asked as calmly as she could.

Maura composed herself as best she could, "She called out of work, said she was sick. She went to my house, cooked dinner, left Jo, and came home."

Maura was slowly gaining strength to speak more clearly. "She left two dozen roses and a note telling me to eat dinner and then read the second note. I did just that. The second note said she was suffering from depression and in a roundabout way, self harming."

Maura looked at Jane's lifeless body and finally noticed the scars. At least 5 on her left wrist and 6 more on both thighs, not counting the 4 fresh ones, one on each thigh and wrist. She then let her eyes travel to the gun shot wound in her chest, right over her heart. Even in trying to kill herself, Jane thought of others. Knowing Jane, she chose to shoot herself in the chest so her mother could still have an open casket. Had Jane chosen to "eat her gun" as she would have called it, it would have resulted in massive, beyond repair trauma to her head.

Maura and Angela held their breath as the paramedics tried frantically to get Jane breathing. After what seemed like hours, a gasp came from the raven haired detective. Maura and Angela finally let out a breath.

"She missed her heart," Maura whispered. "Thank goodness."