Hey Folks, here is another one. Maura and jane finally meet each other... Oh and there is a flashback but nothing to harsh yet. The really heavy triggering stuff comes later. I know it isn't that long but: As always enjoy. Mary

Chapter 4

It was dark and cold. Everything hurt, especially her back.

They repeatedly had whipped her to get information from her. But she didn't understand, she didn't knew what they wanted to know. When she heard the shuffling of footsteps she curled up some more to protect herself. She only had a small blanket for covering because they had stripped her naked to the beginning.

And it was so cold. So cold.

When the y opened the door she could make out three men entering her small prison. She whimpered. She didn't knew what was to come only that it was combined with pain. One of the three grabbed her by her hair and pulled her over to the stone basin.

"Brchâstn" he yelled at her. She only screamed when he pulled her harder. It was as if her scalp would come off.

"Esmet chie?" he asked her but she had no idea what he wanted. He shoved her over to the basin and dumped her head into the stone cold water. Grabbing her enemy's hand trying to pull herself free from his grip she gasped for air, only to swallow water. Then she was pulled out.

"Chi kâr inja mikoni?" one of the men asked again. But she only tried to catch her breath. When Jane didn't answer she once again was pushed into the basin and the cold water hit her once again.

She bolted up, trying to catch her breath. Sweat on her forehead, an... IV in her hand? She was sure she had left the hospital two days ago but wasn't so sure anymore. She blinked several times, still panting from her nightmare. Looking around she noticed she was in a... bedroom? How did I got here?

"Hey, you are awake." she heard an angelic voice next to her. She turned her head and looked at a beautiful looking honey blond woman in a rocking chair only covered by a thin blanket. Fear crept up in her but she tried to keep it at bay.

"Who, what... where..." She tried to gather her thoughts but they still were foggy. She blinked several times and sat up against the headboard, trembling. Then she noticed her prosthesis missing. She pulled back her blanket and revealed her bandaged limb. Maura reached for her but the raven haired woman only flinched back. Fear present in her eyes.

"I'm sorry... My name is Maura Isles. We found you in the barn, unconscious with a high fever." she said sitting up straight. The dark haired woman only nodded slowly remembering.

"You took of my clothes" the older woman whispered embarrassed knowing how her body looked like. Maura noticed the woman's discomfort and smiled at her.

"Yes, I'm sorry but we didn't know what was wrong with you and I thought, knowing you are a soldier, you may be injured and..." she trailed off knowing she was rambling. She blushed slightly and mumbled "I'm sorry." The dark haired woman smiled slightly and nodded. "It's okay. Thank you."

She touched her arm and looked up the IV bag hanging from a nail above the bed.

"I gave you some fluids and antibiotics, your stump seemed infected..." Maura said and looked at her hands. Somehow she felt intrigued by the woman in her guest bed but she couldn't place any feeling right now. She only knew she wanted to get her known better. Or at least her name.

"May I..." Maura started and for the first time looked into deep brown eyes. "ask what your name is?" The dark haired woman shook her head and smiled.

"Of course, how stupid." she mumbled. "My name is Jane Rizzoli." she answered and settled a little more into the bed. She was exhausted. Her limb hurt and she was hot and cold at the same time. She looked over the room and found her duffle bag. Relieved she let out a sigh and closed her eyes. Everything was still there, all her belongings and her prosthesis. Maura cleared her throat.

"I'm gonna let you sleep, its only after midnight." Maura said and stood. Jane only nodded and mumbled her thanks covering herself completely under the blankets. She didn't even notice Maura renewing the cold washcloth on her forehead. She smiled down at Jane Rizzoli knowing that her dreams would be about the beautiful stranger.

"Mommy, wake up!"

The beautiful sound of her daughters yelling and the footsteps around her room let Maura slowly open her eyes. It was Saturday, that she was sure of. She glanced at her alarm on the bedside table. 08:12. With a groan she rolled on her back and buried herself under her pillow to block out the sound.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy."

Emma could be so demanding. And right now she needed her mother's full attention. Why? Maura had no idea. Groaning she pulled away the pillow and glared daggers at her daughter.

"Do you know how..." she started but was interrupted by her little one.

"She is gone." Emma just said and bolted from the room. "Who?" Maura yelled after her but then it began dooming. She meant Jane. But how could? She shook of that thought grabbed her robe and pulled it over her shorts and tank top and ran after her daughter.

When she reached the guest bedroom downstairs the door was wide open and the sun streaming through the soft apricot curtains. Emma just stood there and pointed towards the empty but made bed.

Maura could sense the sadness that was written all over her little daughter. She crouched down and embraced her. The little girl had, like she herself, formed a sort of connection to that woman. They didn't know her, anything about her, but Jane had managed to cast a spell over those two Isles women.

Maura didn't know what to say so she let go of her daughter petted her head and kissed her cheek. "I don't know why she is gone baby, but at least we know she is better, huh?" she said and Emma only shrugged her shoulders. How was it possible to get attached in such a short notice without even knowing a person, except for the name. The little girl bolted from the room and headed for the kitchen.

Maura sighed and turned to sit in the rocking chair when she noticed a piece of paper sitting on it. She grabbed it unfolded it and took a seat. A small smile crept up her face when she read the few lines.

Dear Maura Isles,

Thank you for helping me out and letting me stay at your house.

Lt. Jane Rizzoli

It was only a short message but at least she hadn't left without a word. Maura folded the piece of paper and put in the pocket of her robe. She shook her head and left the room. Lt. Jane Rizzoli. A Marine of a higher ranking in her house, sick and wounded. She shuddered as she remembered the landscape of scars covering her body. Her whole left side had been covered in burn scars. She knew what that meant. She must have been in an explosion. An explosion that had destroyed her left leg beyond repair. But the scar on her face told her a completely different story. It was from an inflicted cut, a deep one, from hunting knife.

Maura poured herself a cup of coffee and her daughter a glass of milk. She wondered what this woman must have been through over there. She remembered it all from her dead husband and he never had been fit for the army.

"Do you think we will see her again?" She was pulled out of her thoughts and looked down to her daughter smiling softly. She didn't knew it, but she definitely wished for it.

"I don't know honey. I don't know." She sighed and opened the door to the front porch.

So there is a little Dari or Persian in here. The first on means: get up, the second one: what's your name? and the third one: what you're doing here?

If you liked it you know what to do^^