Jane nervously thumped her leg and bit her lower lip waiting. Doyle had come and blindfolded her, with much protest from a half awake Maura. He had Maura carried to the car and he himself guided Jane to the car. When the car had stopped again, she was un-blindfolded; they were in an empty building that had four rooms.

The first room had an hospital bed and what looked like tools used for surgery. They had placed Maura on the table and shut the door so Jane couldn't see anything. Doyle guided her down the hallway and the next two rooms looked to be offices and the last had a sofa, which Jane was currently sitting on, she also noticed that it was the far thus from Maura she could get in the building… something that didn't settle with her well.

Finally someone had walked into the room they were sitting. Doyle sat up slightly and they listened has the under the table doctor told them that the gun shot was painful, but non-life threating. Jane sighed with relief and the doctor continued to tell them that Maura need to be watched for the next few hours and shouldn't do anything too physical for a few weeks. He bowed his head and left the two.

"Come on." Doyle's ruff voice scratched Jane's ears and she stood to follow.

Being in the same room for only two hours Jane could tell that Maura got a lot of her personality from her mother. Doyle seemed hard, coldish. Don't get her wrong. She knew that he loved his children, but Jane couldn't help, but feel that there was tension between the daughter and father. Something had happened… but she wasn't too sure if she wanted to know.

When they entered the room Maura was she looked at her lover on the bed. Maura was awake, but she looked so tired. Jane felt her protective instinct kick in and she walked over to Maura's side, grabbing her hand. Maura smiled at her then turned her head to her father that was still in the doorway.

"Athair." She mumbled and Jane squeezed her hand a little tighter, interlacing their fingers.

"Yes?" his ruff voice asked.

"The doctor told me about what I need to do for the next few weeks and, if I have your permission, I would like to spend the time with Jane." She told him.

He looked at the two. He didn't want Jane near their life. She was a damn detective! She was trained to put people like them away, but his daughter was hurt and asking for one simple request. He didn't like it. He wanted to sit down with the detective and talk to her, he would have if he hadn't been so worried when they were waiting for news about Maura.

"Alright." He told them and walked away to get the right people and things to head back to Jane's.

"Hey." Maura said softly when she turned her blue eyes back on Jane.

"Hey." Jane mumbled; bring Maura's hand to her mouth and giving it a tender kiss.

"I'm sorry." Maura said.

"Honey." Jane smiled gently, "this is part of your life. Your family. You don't have to be sorry for what made you. This is how you grew up. It's not like I can say too much." She chuckled, "You've heard my mother. She's worst in person. Trust me."

"But this isn't how I grew up…" Maura told her looking at their hands.

"What do you..." Jane was cut off by Maura pressing her finger to her lips.

"I'll explain later." Maura smiled at her.

Jane smiled at her and was about to lean forward when Doyle walked back into the room. Maura gave a glare and Jane leaned back so she was standing straight again. He coughed and told them that they were ready to go and that it wasn't safe for them to stay at this building long.

Jane helped Maura off the hospital bed and lifted her bridle style, trying to be careful of her injured shoulder. Maura looked up at her then nuzzled her face into Jane's collar bone. Doyle huffed, but both women decided not to respond. He led them to a car and Jane sat down carefully, still holding onto Maura. Doyle went around and sat next to them and was about to blindfold Jane again, but Maura pulled the cloth away from Jane's face.

"Do you want to lay down on the sofa or the bed?" Jane asked softly when they finally got back in the apartment.

"Bed. It has better spine alignment and…" Maura rambled on a few facts that Jane wondered where she learned, but didn't question and walked off to the bed room.

Jane laid Maura down on the bed and undressed her carefully. Maura didn't have too many cloths at Jane's apartment, but that was ok. No one besides Jane was going to see her being unfashionable, so it was a T-shirt of Jane's and sweats. Maura gave a disapproving look at the sweats, but let Jane put them on her none the less. Once Maura was taken care of Jane started to get dressed for a day of work seeing it was turning to 6:49 am.

"Jane… what are you doing?" Maura asked, breathing a little differently due to the pain, as she watched Jane take off her wife beater covered in blood and grabbed a different one to replace it.

"Getting ready for work." Jane answered about to put the shirt on.

"Jane. No. You have had not even an hour of sleep." Maura tried to reason.

"Just because I'm sleep deprived doesn't mean that my job ends." Jane told her, still not having put on her shirt.

"Stay. If not for you, then for me. Please. I just… I just wanna have you holding me right now." Maura begged softly, her voice just above a whisper.

Jane looked her over then sighed softly and grabbed her cell phone, "Sir its Rizzoli. I'm calling in today."

"Are you injured?" he asked.

"No, but my case is brick walled and I think it would be pointless for me to show up in my condition." Jane told him.

"Condition?" he questioned.

"I've been sick for the last few days. Ask Korsak if you don't believe me. I just figured I would tell you. I'm unsure about tomorrow."

"Alright Rizzoli. Stay home 'til you get better." And they both hung up.

"You lied." Maura mumbled.

"Only for you." Jane told her with a smile before pulling on a night shirt and a red pair of boxers.

Maura went to move over so she wasn't on Jane's side of the bed, but she stopped when she was straddled. Jane smiled down at her and gave her a kiss before going to the side that was normally Maura's. Jane wrapped an arm around Maura's waist and lay on her stomach so the caramel hair woman didn't have to move. Maura smiled and let herself fall into the feeling of Jane.

Before she fell asleep Jane asked, "Will you tell me what you meant… about not growing up this way? When we get up."

"Of course." Maura told her and fell asleep in the arms of the woman she loves.