I know there was a break, but plus side I wrote a few chapters to make up for the lack of update. Thank you again for the reviews, you've all been so kind. Hope you like.

"Umph," escaped Jane's lips followed by her wrapping her good arm around Maura.

"You're awake!"

"I'm awake," Jane said, with a raspy voice. "Where am I?'

"ICU at Beth Israel," Maura informed her, finally pulling away from her best friend.

"Hi Jane, I'm Angela, your nurse," the other woman finally said extending her left hand for Jane to shake.

"Angela? Nurse? That sounds familiar?"

"It does?" Maura interjected.

"Yea. I don't know. It's like I've heard about her or something. I don't know it's weird. So how long have I been out?"

"Two days. You were in a medically induced coma because of what you did to yourself," Maura informed her.

"I'll let you two catch up. Call me if you need anything. I have to go make a few phone calls," Angela said leaving the two alone. She knew they had some things they needed to talk about.

"Where's Frankie?" was the next question out of Jane's mouth.

"He was in the room next to you, but he was transferred to a regular floor today. We were hoping that you'd be awake before he left so you could see you he was ok. You know I have a few questions to ask you?"

"I don't think I want to hear them but… go ahead." Jane shifted in the bed to get comfortable and felt searing pain go through her right ribs "FUCK!"

"Jane language."

"Sorry that hurt." Jane finally took a look at herself. Her right arm was in a sling, there was a tube coming out of her chest, and a small one coming out of her left arm. She also felt one between her legs.

"Do you want some pain pills?" Maura asked as she started to stand to get the nurse.

"No. I'll be fine. That shit makes me sleepy, and I've slept enough for now."

"Jane language please."

"Sorry again, so what are your questions?"

Maura took a minute to think of the questions she wanted to ask. There were so many, she was trying to decide the first one. "Why did you make me your advance directive, and why didn't you tell me?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

Maura shook her head saying "Not exactly."

Jane attempted to take a deep breath, but was cut short by the pain she felt going through her body. "You are the smartest person I know. You're the walking Wikipedia. If anything happens to me you would know what to do. You would make sure everyone was taking proper care of me. And lastly if there was a chance that I was not going to wake up, I know you would make your decision based on the facts. My family would keep my around forever even if I'm technically dead. They're run by their emotions. I didn't tell you because well I hadn't had a chance. I filled out the forms shortly after Hoyt tried to kill me again, and I couldn't find the right time to tell you. Sorry you had to find out like you did."

Jane reached for Maura's hand, intertwining their fingers, to show her sincerity. Maura couldn't help but draw the circles that she'd been drawing while Jane was asleep.

"Why did you do it?"

"I thought I just answered that?" Jane said sarcastically.

"No." Maura playfully pushed Jane's arm. "Why did you shoot yourself?"

Tears started to well up in her eyes. She thought back to that day. Frankie was dying in the morgue and she needed to save her brother. "Bobby had me too tight. No one outside was moving. They were all just staring at us with dumb looks on their faces holding their guns. I kept telling them to shoot him. Nothing… I told them Frankie was bleeding to death. Then…" Jane choked up thinking of the last thing she heard before everything fell apart.

Maura just gave her hand a squeeze, letting her know she was there and will wait for her to answer. Jane took a small breath. "Bobby said that Frankie was probably already dead. I snapped. Grabbed the gun, and turned it. I knew I was ok, I stayed away from my heart, and knew Bobby would be stopped. And I have you to thank for that."

"Me?"

"Yea you, I always listen to your mini lectures. I knew where I was aiming. However now, it's hurting like a bitch. Yea, language, sorry."

Maura shook her head. She had this theory before when she was explaining it to Jane's partners and family. She knew Jane would do anything to save someone she loves. Maura knew in the back of her mind that Jane tipped off her real father, Patrick Doyle, of the man who was trying to kill her, Tommy O'Rourke. Tears started to form in Maura's eyes again.

"I'm so happy you're awake and ok. I need to call everyone, and tell them you're ok." Maura stood up and turned to the window. She didn't get far because Jane didn't let go of her hand.

"Not yet. Tell them in the morning. I don't want to deal with Ma and Pop right now. I want to spend time with my best friend."

Maura smiled at the comment and sat back down. Jane had looked Maura up and down. "Even when I'm in a coma you still have to dress like that."

"Well no. First day I was in hospital scrubs, and yesterday I was in that workout outfit. Angela made me go home this morning, so I got my usual clothes," Maura informed her friend with a grin.

"Damn and I missed it. Only time I've seen you not your runway clothes is when you're sleeping or working out. Even then it's still stylish."

"Well if it makes you feel better I did bring an outfit that isn't stylish when I went home. Also I brought you clothes for when you're discharged."

"Speaking of which when can I get out of here?" Jane asked repositioning again.

"You'll probably be here for a few more days."

"What I'm awake why can't I leave Dr. Isles?" Jane asked her doctor friend.

"Well first you just woke up. They need to make sure you're ok neurologically. Also there was a nurse that gave you too much medicine so they'll want to make sure that you're not having any lasting effects. You also have a foley and still have the chest tube. They'll need to come out before you leave as well. The chest tube will be dependent on how your lung is healing. And the foley, there isn't an exact time line for it. However probably be best when you start getting up and moving."

"Yep, you're still better than the internet."

Maura smiled at the compliment. "When you are discharged where do you want to go?"

"Home. What other options are there?"

"Well your mother will probably try to convince you to go home with her. She won't want you to be alone. Truth be told you probably won't be able to do anything by yourself either," Maura pointed to the right arm.

"True. What if you came home with me?"

"Excuse me? Jane Rizzoli are you asking me to move in with you?" Maura teased.

"Maybe…"

"Hmmm, and what would the benefit for me be?"

"You get to sleep next to this." Jane replied using her good hand to show her body as the prize.

"Tempting, Jane. Very tempting, but you forgot one important piece of information."

"Yea what was that?"

"I've already slept next to that," Maura said pointing to Jane's body.

"Oh yea, you did. The night you fell asleep meditating; which I think was just an excuse to sleep with me."

"If you remember I did say you were not my type. So why would I give an excuse to sleep with you?" Maura lied. People have theorized that someone who is homophobic is homosexual themselves. They act disgusted because they're trying to cover their true selves up. Trying to convince the people around them that they are straight. Maura wasn't homophobic but when she said Jane wasn't her type it was a lie. Not only was it a lie then, but it was also a lie now.

"Nope I don't believe it. I have this feeling that you looooove me," Jane teased.

Maura's tone changed from light hearted to serious. "Of course I love you Jane. You're my best friend. Before I met you my only companion was Bass. I had a tendency to overwhelm and keep people away because of my knowledge, and the way I spoke."

"You're using the past tense. You still do that."

"I know. The difference between the past and the present is that you're still around. Everyone else didn't. So I like to think I have made some improvement."

"So is that you're way of saying you'll move in with me?"

"Are you ignoring what I'm saying?"

"No Maura. I'm just trying to lighten the mood in here. We're in the hospital."

"What is more gloomy the hospital or the morgue?"

"The hospital."

"Really, why is that?"

"The morgue the person is already dead. You know what to expect. It's heartbreaking to loose someone you love, and to watch family member's react. But in the morgue, you do your thing. Find out what killed them and then I catch the bad guy. We get a happy ending. The hospital you don't know. I was in the coma; you didn't know when I would wake up. If I'd survive or anything, everything is touch and go. I don't like not knowing."

"Interesting…"

"What about you?"

"Hospital."

"Because…"

"I'm a medical examiner. I helped those who can't speak. I also don't work well under pressure."

"I noticed."

"Hey! I did it though. I helped him even though you pushed me."

"Sometimes everyone needs a little push."

Maura smiled loving every moment they spent talking. The hours pasted quickly. Angela kept coming in checking on the two friends. Making sure everything was ok. As the night went on Maura was having a tougher time keeping her eyes open. She wanted to keep talking to Jane but her body was betraying her.

"Maura get some sleep."

"Yea, I better go change," Maura said going to her bag.

"Don't go," Jane pleaded. "Just pulled the curtains, and get changed in here."

"Do you want to see me naked Jane?" Maura teased.

"I just don't want you to leave," Jane responded, not actually answering the question.

Maura walked over to Jane placing a soft kiss her forehead. "I'd stay if I didn't have to pee," Maura whispered.

Jane laughed and held on to her side in the process. "Ok, but hurry back."

Maura left to change her outfit. While Jane decided to take a pain pill from the nurse. Angela talked to Jane about the plan, and when she'll probably be woken up again by the doctor. The nurse also took the opportunity to check the dressings.

"Can you help me a minute when you're done checking those?"

"Sure. After I check your back. Hmm. Let's sit you up and I'll just have you lean forward a little bit instead of rolling you to check the other dressing."

"Ok," Jane responded, bracing herself for her bed to be shifted. "I was wondering if you could help me scoot over in the bed."

Jane was sitting straight up, leaning forward as the nurse took a look at her back. "So Maura can share the bed?"

"No," Jane lied hoping the nurse wouldn't notice.

"Ok, you think I'm that stupid?" She asked helping Jane to carefully lean back.

"Yes?" Jane asked hopefully.

"You're lucky I have a sense of humor. I could go into the shpeel about the beds being for patients, and you need your rest, and x, y, and z. But I can tell that'll be like talking to a brick wall."

"Did Maura say something about me?"

Angela chuckled. "No. I can just read people really well. So I'll help scoot you over. Just be careful of the IV, and your chest tube. And when I come back later to draw labs, she'll need to get out of the bed before day shift and the doctor comes. Deal?

"Deal and thank you. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Angela replied grabbing the pad under Jane. She gave it a little pull, and helped Jane readjust her shoulders. "Comfy?"

"Yes. Um this is gonna be weird so I'm just gonna ask. Did you ever check out my ass?"

Angela laughed. "I looked at your skin making sure there was no breakdown. I didn't want you to get a bedsore. Did Maura tell you about that?"

"No."

"How did you know I looked at your skin, your bottom included?"

"I don't know. I had this weird dream where Maura was telling me something. It's all kind of hazy. I don't know what is real or not. In the dream Maura confessed her love and everything. Pretty weird huh?"

Angela looked behind her looking for the doctor. She took a deep breath. "It's actually not weird. Do you know that I'm gay?"

"I had a feeling, from the dream. Also I remember hearing an apology about dissing my brother because of something my mom did. Where is this coming from?"

"Studies have shown that patients who are in coma can still hear. You heard us talking around you and to you. You might want to talk to Maura about some of the things she said," Angela said turning to leave.

"Why?"

Angela was dreading that question. It was not her place to tell this patient the confession she heard was real. "It's not my place. Talk to Maura about your dreams. She's been here with you. She'll be able to shed some light on your questions."

"Are you saying Maura did confess her love to me?"

"I'm not saying anything," Angela walked out passing Maura on her way out. Who was wearing a pair of sweatpants and the Boston PD softball jersey.

"She seemed heated. What did you do Jane?"

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Because I've been with her for the past two days, and she doesn't just loose her temper unless provoked."

"Yea well, me too so do push it," Jane said pointing to Maura. "By the way nice outfit. Looks comfy."

"Thank you. It is, I don't think I've ever worn this shirt," Maura replied, putting her bag next to the recliner chair. She started unfolding the blanket and sheets Angela had brought in two days ago.

"Yea, you wear the aerodynamic suit or something," Jane chuckled, watching Jane get her bed ready. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to bed."

"In that thing?"

"Yes. Unless you know someplace else I can sleep?"

Jane patted the space that was just created to her left.

"Jane is it you, who wants to sleep with me now?" Maura teased.

"Please?" Jane pleaded.

Maura couldn't say no. She wanted to be next to Jane, to hold her. She walked over to the door and pulled the curtains for privacy. She knew sharing a bed with a patient is frowned upon, but she didn't care. She walked over to the left side of the bed. Jane lifted her arm to get the IV line out of the way. Maura slid in next to Jane, lying on her side, and resting her head on her shoulder.

"Comfy?" Jane asked once she was snuggled up next to her, and tucked in.

"Very. Night Jane," Maura said as she closed her eyes.

Jane kissed her forehead whispering "Night Maura."