"Her pulse is threading out, she's going unconscious."

Jane followed them to the ambulance, flashed her badge and told them she was the girlfriend of the woman. They let her in and rushed Maura's almost lifeless body to Mass General Hospital. The last words Jane heard were the ones she never wanted to hear.

"She has no pulse."

Chapter 3

Jane restlessly sat in the waiting area of the Blake 12 Intensive Care Unit at Mass General Hospital. She couldn't stop bouncing her leg and pacing the area, hoping someone would come out and talk to her soon. She looked at the time on her cell phone and noted that she had been waiting for five extensive hours in that room. Jane desperately needed a surgeon to come and tell her that Maura was safe and going to be okay.

Angela Rizzoli walked into the waiting area exasperated.

"I can't get either of Maura's parents on the phone; it just keeps going to voicemail. I think I've left fifteen messages on both of their phones already."

"Thanks for calling them, Ma. I'm sure they'll call back soon."

Maura's parents were always hard to get ahold of but it didn't make the situation any more comforting. Their only daughter was just in a trauma accident and they were halfway around the world in France. Jane was biting at her nails and staring at the double doors, willing for them to open with such an intensity that should have burned a hole through the doors.

"Has anyone come out yet?"

"No," Jane replied nervously.

Angela sat next to her daughter and rubbed her back. Although Jane wasn't the most receptive to having her personal space invaded, she welcomed the comforting touch form her mother. Angela knew how scared Jane was, Maura was her best friend. The women were so close that Maura practically became a second daughter to Angela. The only thing she felt she could do to make this any better was to pray. She knew that Maura had to be okay for her daughter to be okay as well.

As if on cue from Angela's silent prayers, a surgeon walked through the double doors towards the women.

"Are you the family of Maura Isles?"

Jane jumped up and before her mother could say anything, she let out an abrupt, "Yes".

She looked at the surgeon with wide, dark brown eyes that threatened to release a flood at any moment. Jane had so many questions but there was one that she just couldn't hold in any longer. "Is she okay? Please tell me she's alive."

The surgeon seemed kind enough but not friendly. He was strictly professional when he delivered the news to the family of patients.

"Ms. Isles is alive. As you know, her heart stopped in the ambulance. We were able to revive her, however. I believe her heart stopped due to shock from the injuries she sustained. The force of the impact caused her to sustain abdominal trauma to her spleen which ruptured a renal artery. This had to be operated on immediately otherwise she would not have survived. Ms. Isles also incured an interstitial edema which is when fluid invades the brain and causes it to swell. We had to utilize osmotherapy and inject mannitol through an IV in order to decrease some of the swelling until we were able to get her spleen repaired. We were planning on performing a decompressive craniectomy after operating on her spleen but the mannitol seemed to keep the fluid out of her brain and the swelling down."

Jane let out a breath she had been holding since the surgeon walked in the room. Angela put her arms around Jane's waist to reassure her that she was still there and for added comfort. The detective felt her inhibitions being released as tears started to flow freely from her eyes in alleviation.

The surgeon wasn't finished with his monologue, "We will need to take another MRI of her brain in a few hours to make sure the swelling hasn't returned. While the surgeries were successful, she is not awake. We are unable to confirm how advanced her motor skills are until she wakes up. I have no evidence to suggest that she will be blind, deaf, unable to walk, etcetera, but those are all possibilities we need to accept before we can confirm otherwise."

The possibility of Maura not being her old self scared Jane, but it scared her less than the prospect of death. So she vowed that she would do whatever it would take to help Maura survive and get as close to her old self as she could be.

A soft, almost whimper, fell from Jane's mouth, "Can I see her".

The surgeon led Jane and Angela to the room Maura was recovering in. They informed the two women that Maura would be staying in the Blake 12 ICU until she was ready to finish her recovery in a private, general room. Jane took in the sight of Maura laying, what appeared to be lifeless, in a hospital bed that swallowed her tiny frame. The immense amount of cords and IV's surrounding her didn't help make her look any more alive or like a thirty year old woman. The steady beeping of the machines reassured Jane that Maura was in fact alive and right in front of her. She let a quiet sob fall from her mouth as she walked over to Maura's right side and touched her hand. It was warm and soft, as though she was just taking a nap.

Angela walked up behind Jane and put her hand on her shoulder. The mother started to cry with relief when she saw that Maura was safe.

"Janie, do you want me to stay with you a little longer?" Angela had agreed to take shifts with Frankie and Tommy to take care of Jo Friday and Bass while Jane insisted on staying in the hospital with Maura until she was released.

"You can go, it's almost five in the morning," Jane responded after she looked at the clock on the wall.

The detective felt her mother place a kiss on the back of her head before she kissed Maura's forehead and walked out. She pulled the uninviting leather chair from the wall next to Maura's bed as she prepared herself for an uncomfortable sleep, that is if she could fall asleep. With Maura's hand in hers, she got settled in and finally relaxed a minute amount for the first time since Frankie had called her.

"Hey, Maur. You once told me that babies could hear people talking to them when they're in the womb so maybe you can hear me too. You're in the hospital, you had an accident. Frankie, Frost, and Korsak are working on finding out what happened. The good news is, you're okay. I kept my promise," Jane felt a slight smile forming on her mouth for the first time that morning. "Anyways, you got pretty hurt but I know you can handle it. You're tough."

The little talk was meant more to sooth Jane than anything. Jane couldn't stop studying the soft lines on Maura's face and the way that her hair somehow managed to look amazing even though she was just in a car accident.

She chuckled to Maura, knowing that this was one thing she would definitely want to hear. "The even better news is that you still look like you're about to go to a photoshoot."

After a few more moments of studying Maura, Jane started to think out loud again. "Maur, I think we might have to tell my mom about us soon after you wake up. I kinda spilled the beans to Frankie already, sorry. So I really need for you to wake up because we really have to tell my mom and I think we should tell her together."

Jane couldn't control the tears that came so hard and flowed past her cheeks and down her neck. With both of her hands on Maura's right hand, she kissed it before leaning over to kiss her forehead and lips. Never removing her hand from the skilled and crafted hand of the doctor's, Jane settled back into the chair and allowed sleep to overtake her.

A/N: Hope you guys liked this chapter :) please review and let me know what you think.