A/N: Hey guys! I received a few reviews/messages with the request to make a chapter from Maura's point of view. I had thought about it before, but I wasn't too sure about it. After some thinking I decided to write it, and well, here's the outcome! Don't forget to like/review, it means a lot to me.
I hope you guys enjoy. :)
Special thanks to my beta emalinourie!
Maura got out of bed with effort, picked her outfit for the day and went to work. It had been six days since she closed the door on Jane, and she couldn't stop thinking about her. They had only talked for fifteen minutes, and now she regretted not taking her time to talk to her. It had been a long time since they had seen each other, at first it went by slowly, until she met Brandon. He was sweet, and he listened to her, but she wasn't in love with him.
It had only been six days since Jane left, but it felt like years to Maura. She wanted to talk to Jane again, maybe they could be friends. Maura simply couldn't imagine her life without Jane, anymore. She realized walking out on Jane five years ago had been a mistake. She knew it was stupid of her to just pack up her stuff and leave nothing else but a yellow sticky note with nothing more on it than a single sentence. I feel trapped. She knew she couldn't say it to Jane without breaking out into hives, so she wrote it down. It wasn't true, she was very happy with Jane, but sometimes she felt like she was holding her down, like she wasn't good enough for the beautiful detective. She now knew it was silly, Jane loved her as much as Maura loved Jane. Jane was right, if Maura had just talked to her, everything would've been fine. They would've had children by now. Maura smiled at that thought, how she would love to have children with Jane. She closed her eyes. Brandon wanted children too, but Maura couldn't imagine spending her whole life with him, even the thought of little Brandon's walking around made her nauseated. It didn't feel right.
She called up Angela like she did every day. She was like a mother to her, and she had never stopped, even though Maura left Jane. When Angela picked up the phone, she asked for Jane's address, telling her that she needed to see Jane. Angela gave it to her without hesitation and wished her luck.
The next day Maura prepared herself a weekend bag and cooked meals for Brandon so he wouldn't have to cook. He wouldn't know how to, anyway. She called him up and explained him why she was leaving for a weekend or so, he didn't question her; he was only going to be home later today, he had to go to meetings the rest of the weekend like he did every other weekend. Maura didn't believe him, she knew he slept with other women. His t-shirts always smelled like women perfume she had never used before, and once there was lipstick on his sleeve. She had no idea how it had gotten there, but she didn't want to know.
She slung her weekend bag over her shoulder and locked the door behind her.
Maura had received a call from Angela while she was driving, instructing her to come to Angela's house first. She had asked why, but the Italian woman didn't want to tell her.
So there she was, knocking on Angela's front door. It took mere seconds before the door flew open, revealing a very happy looking woman.
''Thank God, Maura, it's really you!'' The woman held her arms open and pulled Maura into a bear hug.
Maura didn't have the chance to say anything before she got shushed inside. Angela guided her to the dining room. Maura gasped, the whole table was full with damping hot food. She must've just finished cooking, Maura smiled politely at Angela and sat down.
''I figured you must be hungry after such a long drive,'' Angela said and sat down herself, scooping a good amount of spaghetti onto her plate.
They ate in silence before Maura excused herself, she had to see Jane. She had to at least drive an hour to get there, since Jane didn't live in Boston anymore. She thanked Angela for the meal and walked towards her car.
''Maura, wait up.'' Angela ran towards her. ''I just want you to surprise her, you know, I think she'll like that,'' she said while handing a spare key to Jane's apartment. Maura wasn't so sure if that was a good idea, Maura had closed the door on Jane after all. Angela insisted it was a good idea, so she took the key and got into her car, waving goodbye to Angela.
Maura slung her weekend bag over her shoulder again and began to walk the stairs to Jane's apartment. She didn't go as fast as she would've liked with her heels, but at least she looked good. When she arrived in front of Jane's apartment, she opened the door with the key she had gotten from Angela. When she quietly closed the door and put her bag on the ground, she heard a deafening sound.
Her heart beat in her throat; she was pretty sure that was a gun. She was pretty sure that gun was fired inside Jane's apartment. She ran towards the sound, falling over her own feet twice. She tried Jane's bathroom, but it was empty. She tried the kitchen, but it was empty too. She ran towards the only closed space she hadn't checked yet, and threw open the door.
Maura stood in the door opening, she couldn't move, she couldn't scream, she just saw Jane lying on the ground with a gun and a pool of blood around her. The seconds ticked by before her mind began to work again, she quickly ran towards the hallway, fished her phone out of her bag and called 911.
Only when she hung up on them, she realized what was going on. She ran towards the bathroom again and quickly took Jane's pulse. She gasped when she felt a pulse, it was barely there, but it was still something. Maura let out a relieved laugh, causing her tears to spill out more. ''Hold on Jane, I'm here.''
Minutes later an ambulance arrived, Maura felt much more relieved. Yes, she was a doctor, but she was much more comfortable with working on dead people. She was much more comfortable if Jane wasn't in a critical condition.
When they refused to let Maura ride the ambulance with Jane, she took off her heels and made a dead bolt to her car, riding closely behind them the whole time. Ticket be damned, she didn't care at the moment, the love of her life was dying.
When they rushed Jane into surgery, Maura had no choice but to wait in the waiting room. She was numbed, Jane had just tried to commit suicide. Maybe she would succeed. Maura's eyes teared up at the thought of not having Jane in her life, again. She couldn't handle it if her best friend was dead. She knew there was only a twenty percent chance Jane could live, but it was still something she could hold on to.
She had been alone with her thoughts for hours now, and the only thing she could think about was why Jane wouldn't want to live anymore. She thought she knew why, but she didn't want to make assumptions. Maura was sure Jane hadn't been thinking clearly, Jane would never want to end her live, she loved her job and her friends too much. Even though she brought herself in danger every day, she wouldn't want to hurt herself when it wasn't needed.
Maura awoke with a startle. When she opened her eyes she was disorientated, but quickly came to realization that Jane had really shot herself, and that it hadn't been a horrible nightmare. She wasn't sure how many hours she had slept, and before she could check what the time was, her name was called.
''Ms. Rizzoli?''
Maura was confused for a moment, until a woman next to her got up. ''Yeah, that's me.'' Maura had forgotten all about her, she hadn't even called her, she was in too much of a shock to think about anything other than Jane.
She tried listening to the conversation they had, but their voices were hushed.
When Angela sat back down in her seat next to Maura, she couldn't stop herself from asking what the latest news was, since she couldn't ask any of the nurses herself; she wasn't family.
''They say she's out of surgery. She's still alive, but they're gonna keep her in a coma to settle the brain down to allow all of the swelling to calm down, or something.'' Angela wiped at her tears. ''They're going back in again to see how much damage there has been done.''
Maura nodded, that was a good sign. She knew that Jane was still in a critical condition, but there was a little more hope than before. She was in the hospital, they had fixed the bleeders and she was still alive. Now all they could do was wait.
It had been exactly a month since Jane shot herself. Since that day Maura had bought a house close to Jane's apartment, moved all of her stuff in there and filed a divorce. Maura went to Jane every day, to bring her flowers and talk to her. Maura knew that most people were able to hear you when they were in a coma, so she kept hope and talked about her day like she did every day.
When Maura was about to go home again, she noticed a twitch in Jane's left hand. She thought she had been imagining it, until it twitched for a second time. Maura looked up to Jane's face, and saw that both of her eyes were open. Maura's eyes filled up with tears, seeing her beautiful best friend open her eyes for the first time in a month was the best thing that happened in Maura's life. Happy tears leaked from her eyes when Jane tried to speak, but Maura knew that it was very likely that Jane couldn't talk right away, or do anything else for that matter. ''It's okay, I'm here.'' Maura sobbed, kissing Jane's hand several times. ''I'm not leaving you, ever again.''