Her last fleeting thought as she lost conciousness was "I'll never get to tell her..." the blood seeping from the gunshot wound in her chest was like watching all her memories drift away. The bright hazel eyes sparkling with laughter from a well placed sarcastic comment. The gentle smile warming the hearts of people around her. The absolute love and kindness that came so easily. Maura Isles was the love and light of Jane Rizzoli's life, and she was never going to be able to tell her. Oh no, she had been at the wrong place at the wrong time, and since she wasn't on duty there wasn't even a bullet proof vest to save her.

'All these things I'll never say...'

'All the love I'll never be able to show her...'

'You did it this time Rizzoli'

Flashes of light came to view once in a while. A very bright light that seemed to flicker. She assumed that she really was dying, especially when she caught fleeting visions of Maura looking at her and crying and begging for her to be okay. 'Am I dead? Is this me looking at my loved ones?' The next time she saw Maura she stated what she had never had the courage to express before. "I love you Maura, I'm in love with you." More tears poured from this Maura, the Maura she only saw because she was dying. "I'm in love with you too, Jane. Please don't leave me." Was what this Maura responded. And then the light was gone and so was she.

She could hear voices, were they even real?

"She's fighting it."

"She's showing improvement."

"...not quite out of the woods yet."

"Should wake up any time now."

'Wake up? wake up from what? isn't this purgatory? Do I get to go to heaven?'

There's a sort of pull, one she feels the need to respond too. It's too great to ignore. The light she sees is getting bigger and brighter. Yes it must be heaven, what else is that bright? but when her vision finally adjusts... and she blinks a few times... she realizes that not even heaven could compare to the beauty in front of her. No, those hazel eyes sparkle more than heavens pearly gates, and the blonde halo of hair is softer than even angels wings. No she's better than heaven.

"Jane?" There are tears and uncertainty in that musical voice. Even sadness sounds more magical when she talks.

"Maura is that really you?"

"Yes Jane, it's really me." She says, a small wane smile gracing her lips. Making her perfection even more clear no matter how small the gesture is.

"Marry me?" The question came out sooner than expected. If it was supposed to come out at all. 'Stupid Rizzoli you ruined it. You haven't even been dating for long. What the hell is wrong with you?! Oh god, she's crying again. Look what you did! Now she's gonna leave you, idiot.'

"Doctor is that the drugs talking?" She finally notices the doctor in the room and finds herself mildly annoyed. 'Even if I was would it be less of an honest question?'

"No ma'am. She has no drugs in her system any longer. It's why she woke up." The brightest smile jane has seen in a while lights up Maura's face like she was just told that she's been elected president of the national M.E's association. If such thing exists.

"I'll marry you, Jane. Anytime, anywhere. Fenway park? A red sox jersey with hotdogs? I don't care if you want to get married naked in the middle of central park on easter Sunday with the whole world watching. Or even if you just wanted to get married in a church with an ordained priest and I had to go to church for the rest of my life. I want to marry you, Jane Rizzoli."

Jane waited a moment to respond, somewhat stunned by the reaction.

"Maura... I want our wedding to be just like you're dream. I want you to feel like a princess."

Maura smiled, her eyes filling up with tears again. "We'll talk more when you're out of the hospital and safe in my arms. And no more late night shopping trips for chocolate. I don't trust you to avoid burglar's anymore."

"Yes, dear." Was all she could say. She got to tell her after all.