A/N: I have two essays due in tomorrow and I'm writing this. Procrastination at its finest

Not gonna lie, I haven't looked much at the reviews from the last chapter yet, but I had a glimpse at one or two and I will actually personally reply to them sometime soon.

Thank you guys for having mature responses to my writing, I know what I write brings up a lot to write down and I have had a lot said at me but I think this is the only fandom in which I haven't had direct hate shoved at me and I'm just so grateful for that. I've officially finished the story, it now 8 chapters! (Originally it was 7)

I will be uploading chapter 7 and 8 on either the same day or on two days next to each other.

*Disclaimer: All creative rights go to the original creators of Rizzoli and Isles*

Chapter 6

"She's crashing like an airplane from the sky from the storming rain
Another pilot she's a flying eight. Hit her target a kamikaze go up in flames
This life is taught she must pay, pay the price for her mistakes
I guess she only has herself to blame and to her that's the deepest shame"

[Deepest Shame by Plan B]

"Hello?"

Maura called out into the darkness which was all she could see around her. She reached out to touch into the open air and tried to feel where she was and suddenly the whole place lit up like Christmas. It revealed a scenery of a never ending forest, just rows of trees and trees that continued way beyond her vision.

As the darkness started sinking in towards her, she could start to make out a cobble stone path on the floor where some light was seeping through. Steadily, she walked forward, careful to not touch anything and stay towards the light. She stood on the edge of the path where the last bit of light was and called out again.

"Is anybody there?" she called out a little bit louder "Hello?" She heard some movement within the trees and turned around to see, she closed her eyes for a second because she was starting to get scared and by the time she opened them, the scenery changed.

All of a sudden, she was now standing in the middle of the room and Maura could only see white everywhere. There was a path leading from her feet downwards and she saw at the forest but this time she could see the end of the path, it split in to two at the end. Maura stepped forward and immediately two spotlights appeared at opposite and two people appeared under them.

Jane was on one side.

Charlie was on the other.

Maura immediately understood that her brain was subconsciously making her choose between the two.

Damn psychology she cursed inwardly

"Maura, you should come over here" prompted Charlie "I'm the one you should choose"

"He never treated you well and he never will, come over here" Jane pleaded, Maura heart thumped at the sound of her knowledge about her past with Charlie. Did she know the truth in real life too?

"Remember all the good times we had together"

"I treated you right, Maura"

"So did I"

"No he didn't, he hurt you"

"But you're afraid to talk to her, she hasn't been there for you like I have"

The voices continued to argue and it felt so overwhelming for Maura, like a sink overflowing until she felt like she was going to drown in her own head.

"Stop!"

Maura screamed so loud, louder than she intended to because her voice literally knocked the two people onto the floor where they landed with silent thuds.

"I choose…" she hesitated.

"I choose…" she repeated

She took a deep breath, it should've been a no brainer but it was so hard to choose.

"Jane. I choose Jane"

The floor jolted and her feet flew out from under her, leaving her with the vision of the night sky as the last thing she saw until her vision went black and she sat up in her bed, heart pounding with fear and anticipation.

Maura couldn't get over that dream; she got out of her bed to go get a glass of water downstairs. Out of one of her kitchen cupboards, she got a glass and poured some water in it. She placed both her palms on the kitchen counter and start breathing slowly and heavily, lasting each breath which helped her relax and time to think. She knew being with Charlie was a bad idea, but did she still have feelings for him? Even after all he put her through? The worse thing about this whole situation is that Jane didn't know out it and she knew why she didn't tell her. That reason was because of her temper, she knew that Jane was going to go right up to Charlie and beat the living hell out of him. He would have to face the wrath of Jane Rizzoli.

That was why Maura was avoiding Jane; she didn't want to face the truth to why she had been staying with him all this time.

That's it Maura thought. Enough of being afraid, I have to tell Jane

-x-

The next morning Maura got up and for the first time in ages she got up feeling like somebody lifted this giant weight off her shoulders. She picked out her dress and shoes that she was going to were to work, as each outfit that she ever wore was perfectly colour coordinated. After she had put on her dress, she heard her doorbell ring. She swiftly went downstairs to open the door.

It was Charlie. Maura's heart dropped down as did her mood, Charlie was definitely the last person she had to see and if she stopped to talked to him she would be late to work, Maura has never been late to work.

"Maura" Charlie started in a stern tone "I don't mean to intrude this early"

"I was just… heading out" she involuntarily gulped in her pause and wouldn't dare look into his eyes.

"But I just have to know, are you going to take me back or are you just playing me?" he asked bluntly, and for the first time in days his presence brought back the memories of hospital rooms and clinics and all the pain that he caused her. In a way, that side never really did go away, maybe it wasn't the alcohol to blame after all.

Maura knew to put her foot down, she needed to show Charlie that she wasn't as weak as her made her out to be, she wanted to be brave. Brave like Jane.

"No, I'm not taking you back" she said seriously as she to close the door in his face but his foot was stuck in the doorway. He used all his strength to push it back and Maura had to jerk back just to not get hit by the door, allowing full access to Charlie to come inside.

"What?" he asked angrily, his face slowly reddening with anger, as if he was trying to contain it "What do you mean no?"

Her instinct took over and Maura raced to go behind her kitchen counter, her light weight allowing her to zoom fast between rooms, she held her phone tight in her hand and called the one person she was finally reaching out to.

"Rizzoli" she picked up, slightly hesitant, knowing it was Maura

"Jane, you've got to help me-" she cut herself off as she heard footsteps creeping in her direction, slowly coming around one side of the counter. She pulled herself up from the floor and aimed to get to the front door until her stupid dress got caught against the counter corner.

Charlie was merely four feet away from her, his eyes scarily filled with amusement as she struggled with the fabric.

"Maura?" Said a faint little voice, "Maura are you there, I can hear you, are you ok?"

Charlie strode forward and grabbed Maura's hair and pulled her close to him.

"You think you can hide from me, play me, and dump me?" Said Charlie dauntingly, "Well I'll show you what happens when you cross me"

She was struggling in his hold and the more she struggled the more he pulled. Maura turned and kicked him, aiming for his groin, but ending up kicking his thigh, hard enough that he let go of her hair. She fell on to the floor and let out a hard groan.

"You bitch" his calm façade took over "God, you're such a slut, thinking you could just drop me like that. I've put up with so much with you and all you've done is whore yourself around"

"I haven't-" Maura tried to plead with tears

"Shut up!" he interrupted her, grabbing her by the sleeves of her shirt to lift her high enough "I just had to get close enough to you until the killings got handed over to you but you drove me into alcoholism and you just wouldn't listen to me, I had to teach you a lesson"

He grabbed Maura by the sleeves of her shirt to lift her high enough so he could talk in her face. A crunch was followed and underneath Charlie's shoes was now a crushed cell phone, pieces of plastic scattered around the broken, now useless, thing. Maura whimpered in fear.

"Don't sound so surprised darling, you didn't know?" he chuckled hauntingly "I'm the brown hearted murderer"

And those few words, confirmed Maura's worst nightmare.

A heavy knock pounded on the door before Charlie could say anything further, muted shouts of 'Police! Open the door!' followed not long after.

"Looks like we've run out of time"

He flung Maura's body against the kitchen counter as if she was nothing but a rag doll. Her head slammed against the side and body dropped against the floor, she felt the pain pulsing in her head and the excruciating pain spread out through her body.

She screamed so loud but no one could hear a thing.

The sound around her became muffled, a gun went off and crashes were occurring around her around her, and her vision was filling up with stars, she knew what was happening and allowed her eyes to close and stare into the darkness.

A/N:

One of the reviews I got was "Charlie needs to face the wrath of Jane Rizzoli" which was a brilliant line that I just had to use in here.

A lot of you guys totally guessed the serial killer thing. Originally, I kind of just left that hanging, actually I don't think I finished it; I kind of just left it on this chapter. It weird that this time last year I didn't know the different between the words 'defiantly' and 'definitely'

Another thing in the reviews was that some of you guys shared your personal experiences and my heart goes out to all of you guys, I know sometimes it's difficult to share stuff like that.

**2 more chapters left**

I can't wait to see your reactions to the last chapter.