A/N: Thank You For The Reviews. I'm Glad You All Want Me To Continue This Story, But I Have To Ask If You All Would Be Okay With The Possiblity Of This Story Going 'Rated M'. BTW, Each Chapter May Have A Flashback, Like This One Here As The Story Continues. I Definately Had A Creepy Dream About This Story Last Night That I Kept Switching From Being Jane (The Kidnappee) To Maura (The Creepy Kidnapper). I Know Right?

Disclaimer: Don't Own 'Em...Maura's Too Complex For Me To Create On My Own...

Supreme Apprentice

Chapter 2

Maura rushes onto the bed in front of Jane, wiping the tears of her freightened girlfriend. "Oh Jane," Her voice attempting to be soothing only to come off at Jane as really, really creepy. "I'm going to take care of you."

Jane turns her face from Maura, afraid to even look at her. "Please Maura. What are you doing?" She knew Maura has been acting weird for a while. In fact, ever since Jane shot herself the year before, even after they confess their feelings for one another, their bond had grown closer, but Jane knew Maura was hiding something. She was distancing herself sometimes from Jane like she was afraid...

Maura grabs Jane's face with her right hand, jerking it back toward to face her. Her voice dark and aggravated. "Why won't you ever let me take care of you?"

Flashback- One Year Earlier...

"Let me help you." Maura pleads as she watches Jane struggling to climb into her own bed, wincing every now and again, making Maura's eyes fill with sadness everytime Jane made the involuntary noise.

Jane stubborness comes into play "Maura, I'm fine. Okay?" Not even turning around to her bestfriend, to reassure her, she just leans over her bed trying to holding her body up. She hated when Maura saw her so weak. She was the cop. It was her job to protect. She didn't want to rely on Maura everytime shit went wrong in her life. "Just- just give me a moment."

"Jane," Maura voice slightly pleading. "you received a gunshot wound to your liver only a month ago. Your body has suffered a major transplant and even massive blood loss. Your body went to stage two of hypovolemic shock, which would have been a lot worse if we weren't right there when it happend. Jane," Maura slowly walks over to Jane, placing her hand on her shoulder. "just let me help you."

Maura's words were breaking Jane down. She closes her eyes quickly so the tears in her eyes didn't get a chance to get big enough to fall. She takes a ragged deep breath but still refuses to look at Maura, as her voice softly breaks. "I know. If it wasn't for my mom giving me part of her liver, I'd probably be dead right now. I've been going through hell and back for years, but I've survived it before, I'll survive it again." Her body tenses up under Maura's hand, as to further show her resistance. "I can take care of myself."

Maura removes her hand, knowing full well what Jane's body language is telling her. Tears well up in her eyes, her heart breaking. "You shouldn't have to."

Present Time

As Jane remembers the scene in her apartment over a year ago, fresh tears form in her eyes as she stares down the pain and darkness currently residing in her girlfriend's eye. Guilt eases it's way to her mind, beginning to realize that maybe it was her that trigger their current situation. Her girlfriend's current behavior and mental state.

"Maura." Jane's voice trying to stay as gentle and steady as possible. "Baby, I'm fine. Listen to me. I'm fine, okay?"

Tears begin to shine in Maura's eyes, eventhough her features still presented dark and aggravated, Jane tries to hold on to the sign of possible hope. That possibly that she can get her girlfriend, her bestfriend, back. She becomes so focused on Maura's eyes, hoping that her words of reassurance would show. Unfortunately, she doesn't see the shiny scapel slide from Maura's left sleeve into her left hand, while her right hand still has a hold on Jane's face.

"No, you're not." Without hesitation, Maura impales the scapel into the side right side of Jane's abdomen...

A/N: I Know, I Know...Shame On Me...Still Want Me Continue? And Would You Be Okay For This To Go 'Rated M'...