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One Second
Chapter 7
"Maura?" Jane enquired from underneath the honey blonde.
"Sorry do you want me to move?" Maura looked slightly concerned and began to move until Jane shook her head no.
"No, I was just going to ask you why you want to help me? I'm not complaining, but why would you go through so much trouble to find out what happened to me? I don't deserve a friend like you." Jane looked sad in her eyes but Maura could tell that she appreciated her.
"Because you deserve it. I want to help you, you didn't deserve anything that happened to you, and if you'll let me. I want to try and make it better. And you do deserve someone like me, I'm not that special, I just see past your tough exterior." Jane feigned hurt.
"I don't have a tough exterior, I am tough. Badass Rizzoli, that's me" She smirked with a wicked grin.
"Yeah of course, so if I was to do this, you'd be badass." Maura then proceeded to tickle Jane's side until Jane squealed like a little girl. "Yeah real badass there Jane" Maura teased. Jane pulled Maura down into a kiss and looped her fingers through the honey blonde hair. As they pulled away, Jane felt the warm, sticky fluid on her shoulder.
"Fuck." Jane muttered.
"Language Jane, what's wrong?" Maura's face pained with worry.
"Oh erm…nothing. I just need to go to the bathroom" Jane diverted with a hope of distracting Maura from the blood now seeping through her long sleeved shirt.
Jane practically ran to the bathroom and removed her shirt and used it to put pressure on her shoulder. Fucking shit stitches. You're supposed to stay in the skin. A few minutes later, Maura started to become worried, and went to the bathroom Jane had barricaded herself in.
"Jane are you ok? Did I do something wrong?" Jane could hear the concern and worry in Maura's voice.
"No, it wasn't anything you did, just my stupid body, being stupid, can you do me a favor and grab my gym bag for me?" I hope she doesn't think I'm running, I'm just going to need a new shirt.
"Erm….I guess so, do you need anything in particular?" Maura called over her shoulder as she went to the front door to get Jane's bag.
"No, just the bag, thanks." Maura cautiously approached the door, and placed the bag by the door.
"I've just left the bag by the door, I'll leave you alone, unless you need any help?" I really want to know what I've done wrong, but she needs her privacy and will never forgive me if I don't.
"Thanks Maur, I should be able to handle it, but if you just hang in ear shot, that'll be great, thanks" I really don't want to need her help but this is always so hard to do on my own.
Jane cautiously opened the bathroom door and poked her head around the corner to make sure that Maura wasn't in the hallway, she was nowhere to be seen, so she grabbed the bag and ducked back into the bathroom. She pulled out her suture kit and moved the shirt away from her shoulder. God this is going to hurt. As she squeezed the skin back together she let out a yell which caused Maura to come running to the door.
"Jane? Jane what is going on? Are you ok? Let me in." Maura said it so fast it almost came out as one word, but Jane could understand what she meant.
"I don't want you to see me. I'm not exactly what you'd call dressed"
"Jane I don't give a damn. Open this door!" She was practically shouting now and Jane knew that she had no choice. She grabbed her shirt and covered herself as best as possible and shuffled towards the door and unlocked it. As soon as the clunk of the door announced it was unlocked, Maura burst in.
"Oh my god, Jane what happened?" Did I do that to her?
"It's fine I just popped a stitch and I can't re-stich it from this angle."
"Please don't tell me you don't re-stitch your own stitches when you pop them? And you shouldn't be playing sports if you've still got stitches. We need to go to the hospital"
"Oh yeah, I thought of something else that makes me run away. Hospital. DO NO TAKE ME TO HOSPITAL!" She wasn't shouting, just being extremely assertive.
"Jane, come on, you can't re-stitch your own wounds, can you imagine how badly it will scar?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth she regretted them. Jane shot up from her leaning position to tower over Maura, she then did something she didn't even expect. She dropped the shirt, so Maura could see the scars already formed on her body.
"Yeah cause scars really bother me!" She bit. She could see Maura's eyes watering up and she instantly felt bad. "Maura I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell, I just don't think you understand how much I hate hospitals and how I am completely not worried about scars, I thought seeing the scars might convince you." Jane went to pick up the shirt she'd just dropped on the floor in an attempt to recover the skin she'd just shown, but it was in vain as Maura grabbed the shirt, through it back to the floor and pushed her lips to Jane. A kiss to tell Jane she was safe, she didn't care about the scars and that they would never matter. As they broke apart, Jane felt bare and vulnerable, and made an attempt to cover any skin on show.
"I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable, and if you want me to, I can leave you alone, but I can also re-stitch your shoulder if you want me to. I had practice on my apprenticeship during the summer." Maura explained after seeing how uncomfortable Jane had become under her gaze. She tried not to, but she couldn't help but stare, it was one of the bullet wounds that needed to be re-stitched, and there was a matching one on the other shoulder, just like the two on her back that she'd seen previously. There was an almost uncountable amount of scars across her chest, along her side, the tops of her arms, her shoulders, her stomach. Maura couldn't help but feel bad. I can't even imagine how much pain she must have been in. These are so deep, the scars will never go. If he had a knife, why shoot her?
Maura could see as Jane became more visibly relaxed, and handed the suture kit to Maura. And with a mumble of just "Thanks".
"Jane? Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you don't want to." She could see the fear flash through Jane's eyes before she realized who was asking the question.
"Erm….I guess so"
"How come he shot you, when the majority of your wounds are from knives?"
"How did you know they were different knives?" It wasn't anger, it was just curiosity. How does she know that?
"By the shapes and style of the wounds, it's easy when you know what you're looking for."
"Oh, that's really cool Maur, you should go into forensics or something." Maura could tell that Jane was deflecting the question, but she didn't mind, at least she hadn't clammed up.
"That's actually what I want to do. I want to be a Medical Examiner." Maura proclaimed with a grin. "That's where I was working in the summer. With the BPD"
"Blimey, I'm surprised I didn't see you, I ended up there quite a lot. But maybe we'll end up working together in the future, I want to work for BPD too. Well not quite the same, I want to be a homicide detective. I'm joining the academy after high school."
"That's amazing Jane, after everything you've been through. To want to go and help people, that's just great. Your parents must me proud"
"Not really, they don't want me to do it, they think I'll end up doing it for the wrong reasons. But in all honesty, I just want to stop people like the guy that did this to me. People like that shouldn't be allowed in the world and I want to do what I can to prevent them from doing so." Jane said with a sad but almost proud smile. "And to answer your earlier question, he shot me because I stabbed him with one of his own knives. There was one day, I was crouched in the corner and just waited for him to come over, I'd been planning it for a few days probably. He came just a little too close with the knife and I just charged at him and grabbed the knife and stabbed him in the leg. Then when we both stood, I had the knife, completely determined to escape and then he drew a gun, I didn't really have a choice, I charged at him with all the strength I had left, and he shot me in my left shoulder, and then when I was hunched on the floor, he shot my other shoulder as well. 'To make it even, and prevent you thinking like that again' is what he said. He did it for control. That's when I started to think I was going to die at his hands. They're the only ones that still hurt badly now. Apart from my hands. They all just look hideous." Jane looked down and Maura could tell that telling the story, re-living it was hard and that she probably hadn't done it before.
Maura tied the last suture and then reached for Jane's hands before realizing the problem. She looked into Jane's eyes and just whispered "Can I?" Jane gave Maura a hesitant nod before taking on of her hands and placing both thumbs on Jane's scar. She visibly tensed but didn't take her hands away. Maura just began rubbing her thumbs over the scars, massaging the skin and muscles away from the scar. Starting at the scar and then to the edge of Jane's hand continually before doing the same thing to her other hand.
"How does that feel?" Maura asked. She had seen Jane relax whilst she was doing it, but she didn't know if it helped or not.
"Feels so much better, very relaxing. They feel a lot less tense as well." Jane grinned for the new sensations in her hands.
"I can do that for all of them if you'd like, it's simple, but generally effective. And I don't mind doing it to your hands whenever you need it." Maura just smiled back at Jane. I can't believe she just let me do that, 2 weeks ago, she wouldn't let me touch her and now I'm allowed to massage her hands. And I get to see her half naked, and wow, her body is amazing. Her muscles so toned, the tanned skin against the contrast of her black bra, absolutely stunning. How could anybody do something so horrific to such an amazing woman.
"I'm not sure I'm there yet, but when I am, you'll be the first person I call. Thank you for sorting my shoulder, I wouldn't have been able to do it myself."
"That's ok, I'll help however I can. Ok, well I'm ready when you are." Woah, that sounded bad, I didn't mean it like that. Well I did, but I don't want her to think that.
"And thanks for not freaking out about well…" Jane just gestured to her body, Maura knew she meant the scars, but she wasn't about to start making her feel bad.
"Your welcome, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, and if it's any consolation, I think you're beautiful." It's true, absolutely stunning. But by the look on her face, Maura could tell that Jane didn't believe it. "It's true, you are, scars and all, they add character to you."
"Yeah, character." Jane replied nonchalantly.
"Do you want to stay for dinner, we can order in and watch a movie?" I hope she says yes, I don't want this day to be over.
"Yeah sure thing, I'm starving." Jane's demeanor changed immediately as she rose kissed Maura and rushed into the living room.
After they'd eaten and sat down to watch a movie, half way through the movie, Maura paused it, leant over and kissed Jane, who just looked confused as to what was happening.
"What?" Maura enquired.
"What was that for?" Jane raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Do I need a reason? I just felt like it." That's really not why, do you want to stay? Just ask Maura, it's not that hard.
"Fair enough."
"Hey, I was just thinking, do you want to stay the night?"
