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A/N: Thank you for all the reviews, alerts and favorites! Thanks to all the quiet readers, too! Hope everyone enjoys this chapter and continue with me. All the mistakes are mine own. :)


During the third quarter, even though both teams scored three touchdowns, Boston's team continued with a clear lead. However, with 5 minutes left in the clock, a rookie fumbled the ball and the defender for the Panthers got possession of it, giving their offence another change at evening the scoreboard.

The third quarter ended with another touchdown for the Panthers, the score still giving the Patriots a win, with 59 versus 58, but Jane spent the whole time calming down trying not the kill the young player.

During their break, Jane managed to calm down and reassure the team and, as they came back to the fourth quarter, Jane had her focus back and was confident they could get a clear lead again. Everything was going well from the Patriots, the defense managed to block and stop important plays, not letting their adversary move forward to their end zone.

However, it seemed the Panthers defense also got stronger and were stopping key plays Jane and coach Cavanaugh had in mind. It continued to be a tight quarter for both teams; Jane's team only managing to score another field goal while their adversary hadn't been able to work the ball to the end, making them unable to score up until that point in this final quarter.

In the last 2 minutes warning, Jane felt the atmosphere became tense and as the clock continued to count down, her mind ran fast trying to make the right decisions to get her team from this tense situation of just few points in the lead. When with just the right move from the Panthers offense could turn the game around. Just one second could change the outcome of the game.

Jane, Korsak, Frost and the rest of the Patriots offense got together to prepare for the next assigned play: Jane got in her place and commanded: "Blue 22, Blue 22! Hurry, Hurry!"; with the ball was suddenly in her hands, she spotted Frost where they had agreed on but as she moved her arm to throw the ball, she felt a body collide with her back, propelling her forward, her helmet protecting her head from hitting the ground, and her left hand being crushed by her whole body weight.

"Fuckkkkkk" She screamed and she stayed on the ground, not believing she got sacked.

An eerie silence filled the whole stadium, the fans from both team, players and coaches watched, silently, waiting for Jane to stand up; and up in the skybox Maura, who was the first one off her chair when Jane got sacked, played with her rings worried about the lack of movement.

All Patriots players that were on the field, moved to block Jane's body from the Panthers players while Frost and Korsak moved to help her.

"Jane, Jane! You okay?" Frost was the first one by her side.

Jane groaned and moved to lay on her side "Yeah, I think so. My hand hurts like hell but I think it's just from the impact." She said taking off her glove, trying to move her hand.

"Jane, I'm so sorry. I was watching your blind side but one of them got my leg." Korsak said, apologetic and worried.

"Don't worry about it, Korsak. These things happen." She replied holding her other hand out and the boys helped her to sit down. "It just made the game more excited for the fans." She said, trying to lighten up the atmosphere and it worked as the three of them laughed.

She continued to massage her hands when Frost spoke up: "What do you want me tell coach? Wanna ask for the last time out?"

Jane thought about it but decided against it "No. I'm fine. It's probably fine and hurting just from the fall. Let's finish this!" She said standing up, hearing the roar of the crowd when she appeared from inside her fellow players circle.

She gave her coach thumbs up sign, to signal she was continuing what they planned; his face moved to a more relaxed one and his eyes moved back to their iPad to study the right play.

One person Jane knew was not reassured just because she was up and walking was Maura. In the beginning of their relationship, Jane had a one of her biggest scare on the field, and after a night of tears and comforting words, pleas and promises, Jane had the idea to come up with a sign; one she could do on the field to let Maura know she was fine. Maura thought it was a good idea and made Jane swear to be honest if anything happened, not to hide her injuries from her.

While the players prepared to carry on with the game, Jane decided it was the perfect moment to let Maura know she was ok. She took her helmet off, fixed her hair, getting them of her eyes, and when putting the helmet back on, she patted on top of it 2 times and moved to take her place in the offensive line again.

When Maura saw Jane getting up from the ground, she could swear she felt her heart start beating again. She watched as Frost, Korsak and Jane talked, but couldn't bring herself to sit back down and relax again.

Trying to calm down her emotions, Maura eyes turned clinical as she watched Jane walking; she appears fine, none of her leg muscles are working out of the ordinary. Maura continued to study Jane and her body language, while she chanted in her head, over and over again: Please Jane, give me a sign. Our sign.

Maura clasped her hands together near her chest when Jane took her helmet off, and after witnessing the double pat, Maura blinked and gathered her thoughts: Okay Maura, take breath, Jane did her part, now it's all you. Remember the basic. A, B, C….

The deal was she would pat her helmet once for completely fine, twice if something hurt but nothing big, three times if she would leave soon to get medical attention.

After her realization, she decided to trust Jane's signal that she was almost fine, but made a mental note to exam Jane for herself. She knew her wife had a tendency to down play her injuries not wanting to worry her. Maura took another deep breath and calmed down, moving to take her seat once again.

What Maura didn't notice, was how all the guests kept their eyes on her and only relaxed when she seemed reassured their favorite quarterback was fine.

Back in the field, the offensive line got ready to their next play.

"Hey! Ready? Hut, Hut!" Jane screamed as she received the ball, quickly spotting Frost and flexing her arm, throwing him a long ball. She wanted to scream from a massive pain in her hand as she released the ball but got herself together not wanting the other team to know. She just watched with anticipation as he made the catch and celebrated with the crowd when he managed to move 40 yards. Getting them just 15 yards short of their endzone.

With her pain only growing in intensity, she assumed there was something terribly wrong with it and knew she wouldn't be able to throw the ball even the slightest distance. She called Frost and Korsak over.

"Guys, something happened when I fell. My hand really hurts and I think I won't be able to throw another ball." Jane whispered, pretending to discuss a play.

Both men eyes got huge as Frost whispered: "What do you mean? What are we going to do? We're so close, Jane."

"I know, Frost. I have an idea. I just need you two to trust me. And I'll call for our last time out, to talk to coach, okay?" Jane said, confidently. Both men nodded and waited as the referee signed their time out.

Coach Cavanaugh removed his headphones when he saw Jane approaching "What is it, Jane? What happened?" He asked, knowing she would only call for the time out for something urgent.

"Well, coach; I don't really know how to say this." She looked around always uncomfortable about discussing how, in her mind, she was failing to proving her worth. She noticed the jumbotron on them, and moved the Ipad that was in his hand to cover both their faces while they talked.

He looked around and, after conforming they had managed to block everyone out, continued: "Just tell me, already."

"I think when I got sacked, I fell down crushing my hand and it got hurt somehow. I can't move it without felling an intense pain. I don't think I can't make the last thrown to the last play you proposed." She explained, watching his face go through millions of emotions.

Cavanaugh couldn't believe what he was hearing, he saw all their hard work go to waste. However, he remembered who Jane was and what kind of leader she was. And then he knew she wouldn't be there telling him all this if she didn't had a plan.

"Do you need me to pull you out?" He said, not wanting his star player to get even more hurt.

"What?! NO! I can do this, Coach! I only feel pain during few specifics movements. I promise. I want to and I can finish this game. Bring the trophy to our home." She said confidently.

"Okay, Jane. You told me the bad news. Tell me you have some good ones." Jane smiled at his reply and at the clear vote of confidence he had in her leadership.

"I do, coach. What do you think of this?" Jane whispered her plan to finish the game with an amazing win.


A/N Thanks for reading! Some of you asked how they met, I'll try to put something in the next chapter but since it's already written, I can't promise anything. If, on the end of the story, everyone still interested, I'll write a one shot later.