AN: Hey guys. Here it is as promised. Hope you enjoy it. And celebrate because this is the first story I've written 10 chapters for.

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Beam Me Up – P!nk

"You should go home. I'll be fine."

Jane walked into her apartment, and really looked at it for the first time in days. There was a slight coat of dust covering her appliances and furniture. There were no dishes in the sink, but her laundry was piled high. With all of the drama in the previous week, she had completely forgotten about it. Sighing, she opened her fridge and grabbed a beer.

"You aren't going to just leave that there, are you?"

Jane shot off the couch like she'd been electrocuted. "Maura," she asked with hope in her voice.

The woman in the corner shook her head sadly, "Sorry Jane, I'm not Maura. I'm just a hallucination your unconscious mind has developed to help you handle the grief. Now about your laundry."

Jane raised an eyebrow, "Why should I listen to you?"

The hallucination crossed her arms across her chest, "Jane Rizzoli, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way."

Holding her hands up in defeat, Jane conceded. "Alright, fine."

The days that followed were similar. Every morning Jane would get up after a fitful sleep and her Maura hallucination would be there. It reminded her to eat, sleep, work out and keep her apartment clean. In exchange for keeping her hallucination happy, Jane got to spend time with it. She talked for hours on end to her imaginary Maura, joking and laughing with her. The hallucination looked, acted and thought like Maura, the only problem was, that it wasn't Maura.

After about two weeks of talking to her imaginary Maura, Jane was convinced she had gone crazy, and she couldn't take it anymore. "Maura, you need to go."

The hallucination stared at her with Maura's wide innocent eyes. "What's wrong Jane."

Jane sighed, "You're not her. And she's dead. I can't do this anymore."

"Do what?"

Jane snapped, "I can't pretend she's going to come back. And this isn't helping anymore. Just go."

Jane turned to the chair where her hallucination was sitting, only to find her gone. Sinking to the floor, Jane rocked herself as she cried.

Maura knew something was wrong when she saw Jonathan's reaction to his caller id. Quietly she slipped within earshot.

"Hey there Seany-boy how can I help you," Maura watched as deeper frown set into his features.

"You know I can't tell you that," the frown turned pained as the person on the other end spoke.

"I'm sorry about your detective, I know she's one of your best," there was a pause. "Well if she's not answering her phone send someone over there."

Jonathan barked out a laugh. "Barricaded her door? Hell that sounds like something Rizzoli would do." Maura bit back a gasp. Jane wasn't at work, and she had barricaded her door.

"I'm sorry her mother is bugging you, but if I had that sort of information, you would be fully aware that I would not be able to disclose it to you."

The room was quiet for a moment, before Jonathan tensed, "You think she's going to eat her gun. Sean I'm sorry but…"

Maura had heard enough. Striding from her hiding place, the medical examiner held out her hand, a fire in her eyes the marshal didn't dare question. Wordlessly, Jonathan handed over his cell phone.

"Jon what's going on," Cavanaugh asked from the other end.

Maura took a breath, "Lieutenant, listen very carefully to the words I am about to say."

"Doctor Isles? Oh thank god," Cavanaugh could have cried with relief.

"Don't thank god, just listen. You are to do everything in your power to stop Jane from doing something drastic. Send Frankie over to her place to stall her until this evening. I should be there by then," Jonathan looked like he was about to speak, but Maura shot him a glare that could have frozen hell over, and he stayed silent.

"One more thing Doc, the FBI took your case but not before we found out about San Francisco. I'm sorry for your loss and I understand why you left," Cavanaugh said, informing the doctor of their current state of information. "Frost and Korsak will understand too."

"Its not them I'm worried about, its Jane," Maura admitted. "She's going to hate me."

Cavanaugh laughed, "I don't think Rizzoli could hate you. She almost held a gun to the governor's head because he assigned Pike to do your autopsy. Speaking of which, who was in your car?"

Jonathan flinched and reached for the phone putting it on speaker. "Jefferson's girl."

Cavanaugh was quiet for a minute. "I'm sorry Jon. I didn't know."

"Its okay Sean, if Maura's going back, I can finally tell him instead of ignoring his calls. The only thing worse than losing a loved one, is not knowing if they're alive or dead."

"Thanks Jon, and doc, thank you."

Maura sighed, "Don't thank me yet. Just call Frankie."

"Come on Janie, let me in," Frankie begged. "Cavanaugh said he'll get the brass to demote or fire me if I don't make sure you're okay. Please, I don't want to lose my job."

There was silence on the other side of the door. "Janie please. I brought beer."

"Well that's more like it," Jane asked from behind him, startling the young detective. One hand was on her hip; the other was wrapped tightly around Jo's leash. She looked like she hadn't eaten or slept in a week.

"Janie, you look terrible," Frankie said, overjoyed to see his sister outside of her apartment.

"Keep up that attitude, and I'll take your beers and leave you outside," Jane snapped, fully aware of her appearance.

Opening the door, she took Jo off her leash and let Frankie in her door. She left it open in case she needed to force him out of it. He took a seat on her couch and took a beer before handing one to her. Turning on a game they sat in relative silence. Finally Frankie spoke.

"Cavanaugh thought you were going to do something real bad."

Jane sighed, "I almost did. But then I thought 'Maura would have hated me if I did this.' And I found I couldn't disappoint her like that."

A voice from the doorframe interrupted Frankie's response, "Well thank god for that."

Jane and Frankie whipped around, shock in their eyes. "Maura?"

"No, I'm used to being alone. Please. I'll be okay."

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~Angel