Another fucking week. Another week of not enough sleep, meaning almost none for her, because when she's stressed, when she's away from Maura, her personal monsters storm her barriers even more, and she doesn't really give a rat's ass what her lieutenant owes his equal in Narcotics.
An unmarked car shows up behind her, and before she realizes it, Barry Frost has handcuffed her. He threatens to taze her when she struggles, and she remembers what that feels like. She's pretty sure he won't do it, but better safe than sorry.
"What the fuck, Frost?" she asks as he pulls away.
"Easiest way to get you outta there without blowin' your cover."
"Not that I'm not grateful, but what's goin' on?"
He doesn't answer, but she can see his anxiety.
"Frost," she threatens.
"There was an accident," he says, and flips on the vehicle's lights to move traffic aside.
"What?"
"There was an accident," he repeated. "Maura's fine, the baby's fine. There's nothing to freak out over."
"Oh, right, like you cuffing me and putting me in the back seat didn't freak me out. What the hell happened?"
"I don't know. I'll get you the report as soon as I can."
Frost may be a wuss at bloody crime scenes, but he is unrattled by Boston traffic, and after 20 minutes, he releases her outside the emergency room of Brigham and Women's.
Her mother greets her at the entrance and pulls her toward the elevators. Maura's been admitted as a precaution. She's fine. The baby's fine.
Jane wonders how many more people will tell her this in a tone of voice that's meant to soothe her but makes her crazed with worry.
Maura is definitely not fine. She has an IV and bandages and bruises, and Jane flies to her. She drops the hospital rail and sits on the bed and holds Maura's hand in both of hers in her lap. Maura doesn't move, and Jane doesn't breathe for a long time. Her hands, around Maura's, shake. She cannot lose her, lose them, and the life they're building together. And then Maura squeezes, ever so gently because it's winter and Jane's hands always ache from the cold, and Jane takes a stuttering breath.
"We're both fine," Maura says softly.
"Ok," Jane answers, believing it from her because Maura still can't lie. She twists and leans and gently kisses Maura's swollen lower lip.
