Maura and Angela watched the television for another quarter of an hour but still weren't any closer to knowing what was going on inside the building. The news stated they had unconfirmed reports of injuries or fatalities among the members of the military and law enforcement that were inside the building. Growing more desperate and frustrated by the moment, Maura decided it was time to take matters into her own hands.

Angela watched a physical change in Maura. Her eyes hardened, posture became rigid, and an expressionless mask descended upon her face. In that moment, Maura transformed into Dr. Isles, socialite, Queen of the dead. Maura plucked her phone from the counter and called a contact within the FBI.

"Hello Hector, this is Dr. Maura Isles. I apologize for calling so late. I need a favor that is very time sensitive. Someone very important to me is with the FBI inside of Walter Reed, and we are hearing reports of possible casualties and fatalities. I need to know if you know anything about the status of Jane Rizzoli." After listening in silence for minutes, Maura continued; "Thank you Hector. Yes I understand the situation is still in flux. Please call me back at this number should you learn anything."

Without stopping to fill in Angela, Maura began dialing the phone a second time. "Hello, mother. I am sorry for calling you so late, I hope you and father are well. I am calling to inquire about the location of the family jet."

After listening to her mother speak for several minutes, Maura replied to her mother. "I am very glad you and father are well and sheltering in place at the island estate. Do you think it is possible for me to have use of the jet for the next several days? Jane is in Washington DC and might be in a bit of trouble. I would like to have the jet on standby at Logan airport in case I need to leave to retrieve her."

Maura exclaimed, "Oh mother, that is wonderful news! It will be ready in two hours. Thank you so much. I will call you when these troubles are behind us so that we may have a proper conversation. I must go now."

Hanging up the phone, Maura dialed once again. "Hello Clara. I apologize for calling so late, especially since it has been so long since we have spoken. I trust you are enjoying your retirement. I am calling because I may need another medical professional to assist me in retrieving a friend from Washington DC and returning here to Boston with her. I was wondering if you would be willing to go or if you can recommend someone. The trip could happen anytime between now and the next day or so. I would pay handsomely for the assistance." After pausing briefly to listen, Maura quickly continued. "Thank you my friend. I will be in touch as soon as I have any details."

After hanging up the phone for the third time, Maura slumped against the wall, completely exhausted. She looked up and saw Angela's face with an expression that was equal parts hopeful and terrified. Sliding down the wall, Maura sat on the floor with her knees bent and her head tipped back against the wall.

Angela began speaking, her voice filled with trepidation, "Maura? Please tell me what you know. Is my Janie okay? What are we going to do?"

Maura took several deep, calming breaths to help her to gather her thoughts. She then began explaining to Angela what she had set in motion. "Hector, my contact at the FBI does not know anything about Jane specifically. He is aware of at least 6 agents who have been wounded inside the building but does not know the severity of their wounds nor the identities of the agents. I have made arrangements for the Isles foundation jet to be waiting for me at Logan airport and for a friend who is a retired physician with Médecins Sans Frontières to be available to travel with me should we learn Jane has been injured. I am afraid that this pandemic has strained many hospitals to the breaking point. That coupled with the risk of contracting Covid-19 from the hospital means that I do not want Jane in a hospital for any longer than necessary. Hopefully, this planning will be unnecessary and Jane will be unharmed. However, if that proves to not be the case, I will leave immediately for Washington DC and will return with Jane as soon as she is stable enough to travel."

Angela sat down on the floor next to Maura and placed her hand on Maura's knee. She spoke quietly, her voice showing the tension she was obviously feeling. "Thank you for caring so much for my daughter. I honestly don't know what my family would do without you in our lives. If you end up needing to travel I will remain here to take care of the boys and the house. Please let me know if there is anything else I can do."

Maura began to feel choked up by the emotional rollercoaster she had been riding for the past several hours. She spoke briskly to Angela, "Do you think you can monitor the tv news for a while? I would like to have a shower and pack a bag in case I need to travel."

"Of course, Maura. I will let you know if I hear anything important." Angela swiftly replied.

At that, Maura stood and smoothed an invisible wrinkle in her blouse before turning and heading up the stairs to her bedroom. After she entered her bedroom and closed the door Maura looked around the room, taking comfort from the familiar surroundings. The smell of her perfume, the sound of the white noise from the air purifier, and the calming blues and greens from the walls and bedding all soothed her overwrought emotions. Deciding to allow herself one more calming influence, Maura opened her lingerie drawer and reached to the bottom. She pulled out a well worn, almost threadbare navy blue BP academy t-shirt. Maura had found this shirt partially under the bed in her guest room several weeks after Jane had left Boston. For the next month, Maura had slept with it like a security blanket until it no longer smelled like her best friend and took on the aroma of Maura's perfume instead. After that, Maura kept it in her lingerie drawer, only pulling it out when she was especially in need of comfort.

Deciding she had allowed herself enough time for comfort, Maura took a small suitcase, her laptop bag and an oversized purse from her closet and began packing them for potential travel. Maura then turned her attention to her medical bag. Since becoming Jane Rizzoli's friend, Maura's medical bag began to resemble a portable Emergency Room. She just never knew what to expect when the Rizzoli's were involved. Stopping briefly to think, Maura felt a bit ridiculous to be making so many preparations when she did not have any official word that they would be necessary. She also felt a bit guilty for all of the times she had chided Jane for listening to her gut. For even though she had insisted that intestines cannot speak, it was Maura's gut that was telling her something was wrong with Jane.

After packing and showering, Maura rejoined Angela in the living room to see if she had heard anything either from the news, or from Jane directly. Just as Maura opened her mouth to question the older woman her phone began to ring. As her feeling of trepidation grew, Maura picked up her phone and looked at the caller ID. Her heart rate spiked as she read Suburban Hospital on the caller ID.