Glazed Feelings
Part 3
Rizzoli and Isles are the property of TNT and Tess Gerritson. I am only borrowing them for a little fun.
I have to apologize to all. I have been very sick. I am better now, but overwhelmed with catch up work. I will update as quickly as I can, along with my other fanfic pieces.
Frankie came back through the door of Jane's apartment. He shook the snow off his coat and stomped his feet to remove it from his boots. It had taken 45 minutes at the corner drug store along with several arguments with the pharmacist. It ended with Frankie flashing his badge and ordering the pharmacist to stay open until he had filled the prescription. Frankie hoped the pharmacist did not call his boss, but no matter what it had been worth it especially if the medication kept Jane from going to the hospital. He set the medication on the counter and hung up his coat. He listened to the quiet apartment. He could hear the cycling of the heater, the hum of the refrigerator, and then something else. Slowly he moved toward the bedroom as quietly as he could he opened the door to see Maura cuddled into Jane's side. Jane's arm was wrapped around Maura protectively, even as Maura's hand rested on Jane's chest measuring its rise and fall in her sleep the other hand buried under Jane's head and neck propping her up with the hand resting on her back. It was in Frankie's mind a perfect picture except for a desperate wheeze to intake air and exhale the same out that echoed softly in the room. Frankie moved quickly across the room and sat down next to his sister. He gently woke Maura. Her eyes registered confusion until she saw him and then looked at Jane. Just as she was about to say Hello she heard the desperate wheeze of inhalation from Jane.
"Frankie, where's the medication?" Maura's panicked voice sent Frankie rushing into the other room. Maura heard him grab the bag even as she watched the rise and fall of Jane's chest. Frankie came back into the room handing the bag over to Maura. Maura poured the contents out onto the bed removing the packaging. She quickly selected a vial and a syringe from the pile. Carefully checking the dosage Maura drew the appropriate amount. She leaned over and spoke softly to Jane. "Jane, its Maura. I need to give you an injection of medicine." Maura covered the needle. The ME then swabbed Jane's arm and uncovered the needle. She quickly delivered the injection. She then attempted to wake Jane. The detective woke, but quickly began to fight Maura. Frankie grabbed hold of Jane's hands making her fight harder. "Frankie, let go of her hands. Please, you have to let go of them." Frankie though was attempting to restrain Jane so she would not hurt Maura.
"No, let go!" The desperate gasping wheeze issued from Jane's lips. Frankie held on even as Maura tried to pry him loose. "No, Hoyt let me go!" It was like a bucket of icy water thrown over Frankie. He dropped Jane's hands backing away from the bed even as Jane continued to thrash about in the bed.
"Shhh, Jane. Shhh, it's Maura. Calm love, no one can hurt you. I won't let you them. Shhh, Hoyt is not here." Maura continued speak softly, soothingly to Jane while stroking her hair. Jane began to calm even as she broke out in a heavy sweat. "That's it sweetie. Shhh, yes…just relax." Jane's eyes fluttered open looking around in confusion. Maura blocked her view commanding Jane to look at the ME with her eyes. Recognition flared in Jane's eyes even as the tears slid down her cheeks in relief that the monster wasn't real, was only a dream. "Shhh, I know. He's not here only Frankie and I." Jane turned her head seeing her brother standing next to her bed fear and hurt in his eyes.
"Sorry, not thinking straight." Jane said breathlessly. She closed her eyes for a moment trying to get her muddled thoughts to sort out.
"Shhh, it's okay. Jane, I need to listen to your breathing." Maura looked toward Frankie. "Can you help me get her propped up?" Frankie nodded and finally moved. After a few moments he had Jane propped against the head board on several pillows. Maura pulled out the stethoscope from the nearby stand and listened. Jane's breathing had eased. Maura nodded. "Okay, I need you to drink some more water. Then take these other medications that were sent." Jane nodded too exhausted to argue. This scared Maura more than anything. The only healthy Jane was a one that was protesting and arguing, if Jane was compliant something was deeply wrong and her friends knew to be concerned. Jane got the medication down and the water. She was soon asleep again. Frankie moved into the other room. Maura leaned over spreading menthol camphor on her chest and back. She then wiped her brow and across her pulse points on her neck, and under her arms. Once she was sure Jane was settled and okay she joined Frankie in the other room.
"I hadn't realized how deeply he still affected her." Frankie said from where he sat on the couch staring at his hands. Maura moved to sit near him letting the young man who had looked up to his big sister for so long speak. "I have always looked up to Jane. She has always been this larger than life person." Frankie glanced sideways at Maura. "She was my protector in school and my biggest supporter when I didn't think I could accomplish my goals." Frankie looked back down at the floor a tear slid down the man's cheek. Maura waited listening to this new perspective of her partner. "I remember the night Korsak called mom and dad to tell them Jane was injured in the line of duty. He didn't tell them right away that Jane had been attacked by a serial killer." Frankie stood up wiping his eyes and walking over the window that looked down upon the snow covered street below. "He didn't want Jane to suffer the drama of mom." Frankie laughed softly and looked over at Maura. He turned back to the dark cold night seen outside through the window. "But he told me." Frankie's voice was almost too soft for Maura to hear. "He told me every detail that he knew. He felt he had failed Jane, ignored her intuition and insight. He felt he hadn't been the partner she should have had. He's been trying to make it up to her ever since." Frankie took a shaky breath in and placed his hand on the cold window pane. "I wanted to go down to where they were holding Hoyt and rip him apart. I wanted to inflict on him the pain both physical and emotional he had done to Jane only I wanted it to be a thousand times worse." Maura came up behind Frankie wrapping her arms around the young man. "How long Maura? How long will he live in her mind and control her?" Frankie's voice quivered desperately needing an answer.
"I don't know. But every day Hoyt becomes less and less in her mind. She's ours Frankie. We just need to remind her we are here for her." Frankie turned around as Maura released him.
"I used to pray she would find some guy who could put up with her and give her what she was looking for in life. I was wrong. She didn't need a man. She needed you. I'm sorry if I have caused you two any grief." Frankie pulled Maura into a hug and softly kissed her head, much like Jane would to Maura. "Thank you for saving my sister." Maura nodded to overcome with emotion.
"Come on, we need to make something for us to eat in a bit. I need some sleep. Can you stay awake while I rest for a while?" Frankie nodded. Maura moved toward the bedroom. She checked Jane one more time relieved that the fever and breathing seemed better. She lay down next to Jane cuddling into her side. "You, Jane Rizzoli, are so important to so many people. I don't think you realize how much we all need you. Fight harder love. I know you're tired, but you need to fight harder." Maura whispered softly into Jane's ear. The ME never saw the detectives eyes just barely open watching over her as the Maura fell asleep. Once asleep those same eyes checked the room to make sure all was good catching her brother's eyes as he peaked into the room to check on the two ladies. Some silent message passed between them and Jane closed her eyes.
"I'll keep you safe this time." Frankie whispered softly. He closed the door and returned to where the television played the basketball game between Boston College and Purdue. He sat on the couch until he heard a soft knock on the door. He rose and checked through the security viewer. He leaned his head against the door. Opening the door, Frost and Tommy stepped through.
"How is she? I've barely been able to keep mom from coming over?" Tommy said as he and Frost hung their coats. Frankie moved into the kitchen pulling beers from the refrigerator. Both men accepted one and moved into the living room where the television played the game.
"Jane's bad. Maura had to call a friend and get stronger medicine earlier. We have administered it, but Jane has been hallucinating, griped in fever, coughing, and difficulty breathing...just bad. We need to be quiet. They are both sleeping right now. Maura hasn't left her side." Frost smiled at that since he had been worried their relationship had been stretched beyond fixing.
"We're here for a little bit. We will watch over them for a while. Anything we need to know?" Frost asked.
"Just check on them every half hour. I'm worried Jane will stop breathing." Frankie said softly. Frost eyes widen in shock as well as Tommy's.
"Is she really that bad?" Tommy asked worried that maybe he should have brought his mother with him.
"Yes, but Maura has it under control." Frankie said as he rose to put his empty bottle of beer in the trash. "Food is in the refrigerator, take what you need."
"Why don't you go rest in Jane's spare room?" Frankie nodded at Frost's suggestion.
"Yeah, maybe for a little bit." Frankie moved down the hallway. Tommy and Frost watched him go.
"Man, your mom is going to be mad that she wasn't here to help." Tommy nodded.
"We will let Jane and Maura tell her. I'm sure that if Maura needs her mom will get a call." Tommy said. Frost rose and walked to Jane's bedroom door. Quietly he opened the door. Maura was cuddled tightly against Jane's side. Jane looked pale, a faint sheen of sweat covered her body, and she looked as if she had lost weight. Tommy looked in from behind Frost.
"This is bad." Tommy whispered.