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Operation Isles
The Bombing
Three weeks had passed since the eventful party. Three weeks had passed since Jane had set eyes on the blonde doctor. Three weeks since a sight of the lips that was vivid in Jane's memory. Three weeks since the blonde's silk voice rang in Jane's ears, forcing a shiver to run down her spine.
Jane missed that shiver.
Yet Jane was stubborn. She knew the doctor was hot one minute and cold the next and although the bathroom scene fuelled Jane's desire, leaving her wanting more, she knew that the doctor wasn't good for her.
Yet neither was the cigarettes that she seemed to be smoking more than usual.
Her nightmares seemed to have gotten worse, leaving Jane exhausted after only a couple of hours of restless sleep a night; if she was lucky. Jane knew that her family and friends had started to worry and pick up on her exhausted state.
She had dark circles under her dazed eye, her skin was not her usual tanned colour and made her look like she was close to her death bed.
Yet Jane still managed to get out of bed in the morning and go to work. Both in hope and dread of seeing a glimpse of the blonde. Every day was the same. She would crawl out of bed, let Jo Friday out, grab a strong coffee, take a shower and realise that she had no time to eat again and head to the hospital. Needing the walk to clear her clouded head.
Rounding the corner to the street that the hospital sat on, Jane knew something had happened. A herd of ambulances were parked but still blaring their sirens, news cameras and reporters were trying to get a glimpse of whatever was happening.
Throwing her cigarette on the pavement, Jane barged her way through the crowd, keeping a casual yet ready hand on her sidearm at her waist. Walking into the foyer, Jane was met with absolute chaos. The space was filled with a mass of panicked and shouting civilians.
Jane was glad to see her security team of privates were keeping the mass from causing damage, by surrounding them, keeping their arms wide, herding the crowd into a controlled space.
The Lieutenant surveyed the room while still keeping an eye trained on the distressed crowd; she noticed five gurneys holding blooded patients, who were either screaming or passed out from the pain. Doctors and nurses were rushing to transport the patients to surgery and as the gurneys disappeared down the corridor, more came through the front of the hospital.
Jane wondered how Maura was coping with the onslaught of patients and injuries. Knowing straight away, Maura would be calm and collective as she barked orders with high professionalism. with thhe same cold demeanour that she treated Jane. No. Jane was not going there, she needed to know what was happening around her.
Jogging over to the front desk, she spotted Pte. Johnson, with a panic-stricken face due to the number of angry faces that seemed to have gotten larger. Johnson met her gaze and sighed in relief.
"Lt. Rizzoli, thank God you're here. We're understaffed and nobody seems to know what to do!" Johnson spoke so quickly that Jane barely understood the man.
"Hey! Slow down private! What the hell is going on?" Jane shouted over the noise in the foyer.
"There was an attack on the underground. A suicide bomber was on one of the carriages and detonated the bomb." Johnson said with a grim face that Jane noted that he needed to control.
"Jesu- how many casualties?" Jane asked, while helping her team hold back the soon-to-be riot of people that had gotten closer.
"The carriage exploded, instantly killing 49 passengers. The half closest to the bomb weren't lucky, the other half were seriously injured and are the ones that are being carted in now. The other carriages were damaged, but due to the closely packed first carriage the bomb didn't have space to eliminate anyone other than the people in that carriage. Yet some passengers from other carriages are, I suppose, these people in front of us."
Jane stopped dead in her tracks at the news and started to turn around to look at the man's face in hope that he was lying. In doing so, she made a gap in the barricade that was big enough for the angriest faces to go through.
It all happened in slow-motion.
The first man shoved Jane off balance, allowing her to fall and hit the temple of her head on the edge of the desk. Her team tried making up for the leak, yet the crowd were spurred on by the first man's action and all decided to swarm forward.
The security was swamped and Jane lost sight of them as she began to get trampled on.
Shaking off her blurry vision she quickly surged up, realising too late that it was not a good idea to do so as another wave of dizziness took over.
After Jane's head was somewhat clear she looked over the heads of people to see that the same man who pushed her was now standing on the desk, shouting into the crowd. Jane couldn't make out any of her teams' faces in the crowd and decided that it was up to her.
With brute force, she managed to push past the crowd and pull herself up on the desk. Standing in front of the man, who was still shouting. "You, off now!." Jane barked loudly in the man's face.
When he tried manoeuvring around her while still shouting, she grabbed him by the collar of his jacket. "You see this?-" Jane whispered in his ear, motioning at her sidearm, "I am permitted to shoot anyone who seems to be causing risk of danger to this hospital. You are in that description, so if you don't get off this goddamn desk right now I will do what I'm permitted to." She looked at his face, noticing the fear in his wide eyes and the nervous sweat dripping down his face. Jane shook her head at his disposition and shoved him back into the crowd.
Cupping her hands around her mouth she shouted to get the crowd 's attention. To her dismay a few nurses decided to focus on her instead of focusing on saving the man on the gurney they were pushing.
Once the crowd was silent, Jane started to speak. "I want all you to remain calm. We're doing the best we goddamn can. Yes, we are all shocked at this event, but you have to realise that panicking and creating more chaos is not going to solve anything. I know you are in need of medical attention and you will get it, however you have to understand that there are much more serious cases that the medical staff are having to focus on and therefore due to your lesser injuries you will have to be patient. I've had some medical training and therefore will help with your injuries. So, I want all of you to form an orderly line in front of the desk, with more serious injuries at the front, please."
After her speech, the crowd started to move quickly into a line. Jane asked Johnson to grab some first aid kits and to help her with the load.
She ignored the feeling of blood dripping down her face from her head wound and instead focused on attending the patients.
After an hour, the line of patients still seemed endless and Jane was in desperate need of a coffee and to know how Maura was coping.
Even though the women hadn't discussed their favourite colours or what hobbies they enjoy, Jane knew Maura Isles. She knew how passionate the doctor was. She knew how dedicated the woman was and how Maura held her emotions tight to her chest yet still managed to be caring and even quirky when she felt comfortable.
Jane realised that she wanted to see more of the doctor's quirky side and was privileged to have witnessed that side for a glimmer; knowing that it meant that, at one point, Maura had felt comfortable in her company.
Above all else, Jane knew the exact way that the blonde would smile and laugh due to the images being imprinted in her memory.
The Lieutenant was brought out of her reverie by somebody shouting her name.
"Lt. Rizzoli! Lt. Jane Rizzoli! Has anyone seen Lt. Rizzoli?" Jane turned her head to find a flustered Pte. Simmons running around the foyer.
"Over here Simmons!"
At her voice, Simmons' panic-stricken face relaxed a tiny amount. He sprinted over to her and shouted over the desk.
"Lt. Rizzoli, one of the patients in the trauma centre woke up while they were about to transport him to the operating theatre and in panic he grabbed a security guard. Erm... I think it was Pte. Emma Williams. She is one of the newer members of your team-"
"What happened, Simmons? Tell me now." Jane barked, interrupting the man's rambling.
He spoke as quickly as Pte. Johnson, "Well the patient, he grabbed her gun and knocked her out and he's in there now, keeping some nurses and er Doctor Isles hostage."
Jane's panic grew until she couldn't breathe and she gripped the edge of the desk hard, making her fingers go white.
Maura.
Maura was in there. Maura was in danger.
Forcing out a strangled breath, Jane realised she needed to take action.
Checking her gun and ordering Johnson to calm the crowd, who had heard the news and started to scream and cry out. Jane and Simmons took off at a sprint towards the trauma centre.
The corridor was packed as staff ran towards the operating theatre, oblivious to the news of a hostage situation. Others who weren't so oblivious, were crying out for help while running away, bumping into Jane and Simmons.
Jane could hear the screams of panic and fear as they got closer to the room that the situation was held in.
Sliding along the wall and looking round the corner, Jane quickly assessed the scene.
Pte. Emma Williams was lying prone on the floor, unconscious. The patient was holding Lauren, to Jane's alarm, at gunpoint, while holding her to his chest.
Jane could make out that the remaining nurses were cowering against the wall. Yet Jane continued to scan the entire room, in hope of spotting Maura.
Realising that her head had been out in the opening for too long, Jane ducked back around to face Simmons. Before she could tell him her orders, they heard a booming voice from instead the room.
The man was shouting, "Where are my children? Tell me! Did you take them?" Jane and Simmons grabbed their guns out of their holsters, turning the safety off and holding their guns at the ready.
Before Jane and Simmons entered the closed room, she heard a familiar female voice speak out.
"Sir, you are seriously injured. We're just trying to help you. We don't know where your children are, but if you let her go I will personally help you find them."
Maura's voice was shaky and Jane could tell that she was trying to stay calm.
Jane realised that her and Simmons couldn't just run in with guns blazing, so she motioned to Simmons to stay there and be her back up if needed.
Jane took a calming breath and rounded the corner.
All attention was turned to her and the man tightened his grip on Lauren, causing a sharp yell of pain from the woman. Jane noticed that the nurse had tears in her eyes and held her gaze, reassuring her.
Jane saw, out of the corner of her eye, that Maura was standing in front of a young nurse who was clinging to her from behind. Maura's arms were wide in hope of protecting the young woman. Jane wished she could do the same to Maura yet she knew she needed to protect Lauren first.
Focusing back on the threat, she realised the man had pointed his gun at Jane instead of Lauren, which is what she wanted.
"Who are you?" The man screamed, causing Lauren to cringe. Jane thought that telling the man that she was part of the armed forces was not a good idea.
"I'm Jane Rizzoli, what's your name?" Jane hoped that if she kept in talking, he would be too distracted to notice the gun in her arm and that she was slowly moving forward.
"Erm... err... I-I don't know!" The man shouted in frustration at himself.
"The loss of memory and confusion that you are enduring are symptoms of a serious head injury and if not treated soon could lead to brain damage, so please let us help you." Maura's voice shocked both Jane and the man.
The gun that was trained on Jane, was now pointing at Maura, to Jane's uttermost panic.
"What are you talking 'bout?" The man shouted.
Jane stole a quick glance at the doctor behind her and noticed the woman was looking straight at her, seeming to be trying to tell her something with her eyes.
Jane looked at her in confusion and noticed the man had loosened his grip on Lauren as he focused on Maura.
Jane suddenly understood.
Maura was trying to distract the man so Jane could get close enough to grab Lauren.
"You are showing symptoms of a severe concussion and from the look of that deep cut in your temple you could be experiencing early signs of brain damage, but I don't like to guess." Maura was starting to clearly confuse the man.
Jane had made steady progress and was close enough to grab Lauren, yet at Maura's life's expense.
"To test this hypothesis, can you tell me your mother's name, please." Jane was reaching out to Lauren.
"I-I... err. Goddammit I don't fucking know!" At the man's outburst, Jane noticed the man raising the hand with the gun to his head. The man started forcefully hitting his head to somehow clear it.
Suddenly Jane's ears rang with the noise of a loud bang as the man accidently hit the trigger, shooting the ceiling. Jane heard gasps and screams, yet one scream rose above the others.
Maura had screamed her name in worry that she was hurt.
Looking back she saw tears in hazel eyes.
Without even thinking, Jane lunged forward and roughly grabbed Lauren's arm, using the gun going off as a distraction.
Pulling Lauren out of harm's way and pushing her into the somewhat safety of the other nurses, the man raised his gun at Jane and the Lieutenant saw the look in his eyes that she recognised in the enemy's eyes out in the field. That look showed Jane that the man was thinking about shooting her right in the chest.
Raising her gun she trained it on the man in front of her.
"I swear to God, if you don't drop that gun, I will drop you." Jane barked.
She was certain to feel a sharp burning sensation in her chest, alarming her of a bullet breaking the surface off her skin and ripping through flesh. Yet nothing came and the next thing she heard made her heart swell and her body tense further.
Maura had said her name.
Her voice had an effect on both Jane and the man as the gun was trained back onto Maura.
An ice cold feeling ran through Jane's entire body.
It was the second time in that day that the world seemed to slow down.
She turned towards Maura, dropping her gun as she heard Simmons enter the room, training his gun on the threat.
Both guns exploded. Bullets targeting two different people. Simmons had shot a millisecond too late, but Jane was already running before she heard the shots.
She dived towards Maura as Maura pushed the young nurse out of harm's way.
Jane hit Maura round the middle, forcing them both to the floor.
She looked over to see the un-named man sprawled on the floor, blood pooling around him from the bullet hole in his chest, right where his heart was.
Turning to face the woman below her, she was met with hazel eyes, staring right back at her. At the sight, Jane let out a relieved breath and smiled at Maura.
Jane was met with a smile of her own, yet those hazel eyes were filled with confusion and pain.
Jane suddenly felt a wet sensation on her right hand, the hand next to Maura's neck.
She slowly looked down and all she saw was red.
Blood red.
Jane lifted her hand, the one that was covered in blood.
Maura's blood.
Jane sharply looked over to search out those hazel eyes.
And was met with closed eye lids.