Last night's episode chased away some of my writers block. Since the second half of the season started I just haven't been inspired to write. I'm not sure what season three will bring, this is my take on what should happen, but probably won't.

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This is not betaed by anyone but me. I wrote it in about 2 hours, please excuse any spelling/grammer mistakes. This one just kinda flowed out of me. Thanks!

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Of all weeks for Gabriel Dean to come back into Jane's life this was possibly the worst. All she wanted to do since getting that panicked call from Maura was to stay by her side. She didn't need the distraction of Dean looming over her shoulder every second of the day. Jane watched Maura, slowly luring their suspect in, getting a full confession the wire that she wore under her blouse. Some days Jane wondered if Maura wouldn't be better suited with a badge than with a scalpel. She couldn't wait to get out of her, pick up take out on the way home from the hospital with Maura and crash in front of the TV together.

Suddenly she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, there was Dean, gun drawn approaching them. Damn it, why was he here? "Did you follow me?" She mouthed. He smiled and shrugged. Stopping herself from rolling her eyes she turned back to the scene in front of her, she didn't want him here, it interfered with protocol, this was supposed to go down like a finely oiled machine, and he threw a monkey wrench in it. He wasn't read in what if he… the perp was pulling a gun on Maura; she got ready to move in when-

gun shots, she looked up into the face of Patty Doyle. He just hit their lead suspect. Shit, didn't he trust her enough to know that she would always protect Maura? "FUCK! Doyle!" She bellowed. He looked down at her, his gun still drawn. She trusted him enough to not shoot her, however the person next to her didn't. She heard Dean cock his gun, letting the bullet slide into the chamber, "Dean, NO!"

Too late, she heard Maura's strangled cry as she watched Doyle's body bounce as the bullet tore through his shoulder. He retaliated firing twice, hitting Dean once in the chest and the arm. Everything was quickly turning into a clusterfuck, Doyle raised his gun again, and he was off balance, his mind becoming cluttered with the effects of the shot. She was afraid he would accidently hit someone, she didn't think, just pulled the trigger hitting him in the lower abdomen. Later, when she would think back on this moment she would wonder if she just shot him to make him go away, to stay out of Maura's life forever. She could have tried talking to him, but at that moment he was a loose cannon waving a loaded glock around AND he and just shot a federal agent. Everything happened in slow motion; Dean screaming, Frost yelling orders to Korsak through the radio and Doyle slowly breaking through the burnt out cat walk that he was on before plummeting twenty feet to the hard wooden floor. She watched as Maura scrambled to her feet sprinting towards the spot where Doyle fell.

"Maura!" She started for her, if Doyle died… "Maura!" She ripped her jacket off, she had to apply pressure to his chest, if she didn't he would bleed out. She quickly checked the body, the two bullet holes were gushing blood and the strange angle of Doyle's hips suggested his back was broken. He was losing too much blood.

"Maura, here-"

"No, don't you dare touch him!"

Jane frowned, "Maura I have to-"

"NO! Get away! Haven't you done enough?" Jane felt as though someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on her head she froze at Maura's deadly gaze. In the distance the wail of sirens could be heard, Korsak had called medical.

"Jane?" Frost's voice made her jump. She turned and looked over her shoulder; he was kneeling about twenty feet away in front of Dean, his fingers to his throat. He shook his head, "He's gone."

Jane fell back on her knees; it was getting hard to breath. She looked to her best friend who was sprawled across her father's chest sobbing. Maura had been through so much these past few days. She just wanted to go over and hug her friend and make everything go away. In the back of her mind she found it weird that even though Dean was dead all she cared about was Maura. Maura, whose face just moments before was twisted with such pain it took the breath from Jane's chest.

The next few hours passed in a blur, Maura was pulled from the body and taken to the hospital to be evaluated, the cuts she had sustained in the hit and run had reopened. Jane, Frost, and Korsak were called in for statements and Jane took up the wrenching task of notifying next of kin for Dean. Through it all Jane was numb, as if she was walking through a mist in a trance. Her body went through its functions until almost eight o'clock that night, finally Frost called it quits, "It will all still be here in the morning Jane. Go home, get some sleep."

Torpidly she nodded, shutting down her computer and taking her rumpled jacket from the back of her chair. The last place she wanted to go was home. As she climbed into her car she found herself headed towards Maura's house. She wasn't sure if she would be there or still at the hospital. She figured she would try home first. The living room light was on as Jane pulled into the drive. She fleetingly thought about what she had planned for that night, curled up with her friend eating popcorn. How could such a routine assignment turn so wrong so fast? Getting out of the car she trudged up the walk way, her hand paused on the doorknob. Something in Maura's tone that afternoon made her pause from just opening the door and walking in like she had done a hundred times before. She raised her hand and rapped lightly on the door. A second later she saw Maura's face in the window, she looked a mess. Her face was free of makeup and the dark circles under her eyes were prominent. The curtain was dropped back in place but the door did not open. She waited, still nothing. Knocking again Jane called out to her, "Come on Maur, open up."

Nothing, Jane felt her eyes sting. Finally pulling out her key she opened the front door and cautiously stepped in. The house was dark save for a small lamp on the end table in the living room. Two suitcases sat near the kitchen bar, on the TV was an old The Dick Van Dyke Show rerun, Maura sat on the couch with her back to do the door. "I don't recall saying you could come in." The blonde's voice was raspy, it sounded like she was getting one heck of a cold.

"I-I know. You just…I was worried. I didn't see you back at the station."

"I'm on a leave of absence." Maura had yet to turn around.

"What? Why?"

Maura's back straightened, she slowly turned to face Jane, "WHY?" She growled out. "Why the fuck do you think Jane?" The brunette winched, she had never heard Maura swear, "My mother was almost killed in a hit in run and my supposed best friend just killed my father!" She stood from the couch and slowly encroached on Jane. "And you have the gall to come into MY house uninvited and ask me WHY I didn't come back to the station."

Jane had never in all the years her and Maura had known each other been afraid of her but now, as she took a step back from her friend.

"Maura…"

"No! Answer me something Jane, why did you shoot him? Didn't your boyfriend's bullet do enough damage? You had to finish him off?"

"Maura, he was unsteady, he was pointing his gun at us, he KILLED Dean!"

"Yes, and then you killed him. Why Jane?" Tears started to fall from her already red and puffy eyes. "Why did you have to kill him, an eye for an eye?"

"I-I didn't mean to Maura."

"Bullshit." She whispered angrily wiping at her eyes.

"Maura..." Jane slowly inched forward; she wanted nothing more than to hold her friend.

"No, you don't understand do you? I trusted you! I LOVED YOU! From the very beginning Jane, I loved you. Why couldn't you see that? Why? Why did you have to do this to me? Wasn't sleeping with Dean enough? Or parading around with Casey?" Maura was sobbing now, "Who nursed you back to health after you shot yourself? I did! Who was there when you're parents were divorcing? Who held your head through everything Hoyt put you through? I DID! I gave you EVERYTHING Jane! Hell, your mother even lives in my guesthouse and my guestroom has more of your clothes in it than your apartment does." Maura paused and took a breath. She looked at Jane almost expecting her to say something but Jane's mouth just hung open staring at her with large eyes.

"I-I can't do this anymore Jane. You've turned my life upside down, at first it was wonderful. I've never let anyone in like I did you. But now, I've lost too much. You've taken too much from me."

It was then Jane noticed the boxes that littered the living room, she finally found her voice. "Where are you going?"

"Mother and I are going to London right after the funeral. She will be able to travel by then and she will be more comfortable at her house there anyway."

Jane's head was spinning; nothing was making any sense, "Maura you can't leave."

"Why not? There is nothing holding me here?"

"But…what about-about us?" Jane asked, she felt like she was going to be sick.

"What us? Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't sleep with Dean or don't plan on sleeping with Casey when he comes back. There is no us and there never will be Jane." Maura was crying again now.

"Maura, no please-" Jane stepped forward trying desperately to get close to her best friend.

The blonde lifted her chin and held her hand up, "No. No Jane." She sniffed, "If you ever felt anything for me you will turn around and leave right now. I cannot do this."

"Maura!" She felt panic begin to well up inside of her.

"Damn it Jane! Just get out!"

Jane stopped in her tracks a look of hurt flooding across her face. "I won't give up on you Maura."

"You don't have a choice Jane, you don't have me." Maura walked forward and opened her front door. "Please leave."

With tears streaming down her face Jane took the hardest ten steps of her life. She reached for Maura's hand on the door, "I'm not giving up on you Maura," She managed to squeeze Maura's fingers before they were ripped from her grip.

"Get out." Jane forced herself to step over the thresh hold. She turned back to plead again and the door slammed shut in her face.

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