It had been two weeks since I had seen anyone from the precinct. My bed had become my new best friend, and a tendency of me laying in it for hours at a time during the day had developed. I couldn't bring myself to eat anything or talk to anyone after Jane's funeral, so now I had become a recluse who cried at all hours. My phone rang nonstop for a few days, and after determining that I'd never answer any of the calls from Angela, Frost, or Korsak, I just ended up turning it off and putting it inside my purse. All day long, I just sit and relive the day that changed everything. The day that ruined my life. The day that Jane killed herself.

"Jane!" I heard my voice echoing down the front steps of the precinct as I rushed toward the scene unfolding before my eyes. A gun shot sounded, and I knew Jane had been hit. Oh please, let it not be a serious injury. I rush to my beautiful best friend's side, kneeling in the pool of her blood that had quickly formed and putting pressure on her wound. "Jane...Jane, stay with me. Jane, look at me...Look at me, Jane." I use on hand to make Jane's face point towards mine, trying to cause her gaze to focus into my eyes. It works. A small and hoarse croak comes out of her.

"I love you, Maura..." With that, her eyes roll back in her head. I cry out, shaking her to attempt to bring her back.

"NO, Jane, COME BACK!" The paramedics force me off of her, carrying her into the ambulance. They refuse me the right to ride with her since I am not her next of kin, so I get into my Prius and speed off after them.

My hands are shaking, my heart racing, and all I can hope is that my Jane is okay. There's so much I haven't gotten to tell her...I never got to tell her what she means to me...I kick myself for not having realized that she needs to know my feelings for her before now...and how they are not exclusively platonic.

"I love you, Maura..." Her last words play over and over in my mind. Maybe she knew that I felt that way and was trying to give me some solace in knowing she felt the same way...Now I may never know, she may never come back. I pray that this is not the case, running into the E.R. where Jane's family is. Angela is crying, talking to one of the many doctors in the room. From the look on her face, to the mood in the room, I know what the news was. No, no, no...I run back outside and around the back of the building, bending over at the waist and vomiting miserably on the ground. I realize those four simple words that Jane told me were the last she'd ever speak on this earth, the last she'd ever speak to me. I'd never hear her laugh again, nor see her smile, nor feel her loving touch. I close my eyes, trying to make sense of this all, but I fail completely, just succeeding in making more tears cascade down my face. My life will never be the same without Jane.

I sadly rub the tears off of my cheeks that come once more after another mental reenactment of this dreadful occurrence. With my face buried into my pillow, I long for the comfort of the one I love: Jane. She was the only person whom I would let comfort me in states like this, and now that she's gone, there's no one left.

Just when the pain inside becomes almost unbearable, I hear a knock at the door. Since I know that all of Jane's family members and coworkers who would care to check up on me would still be at work right now, I go to answer it. Through my peephole, I see two suited men each holding up an FBI badge. I'm immediately frightened, but regardless, I open the door.

"Hello, Dr. Maura Isles?" One of the men asks as they both lower their badges.

"Yes...How may I help you?" I try to mask the weakness in my voice but only somewhat succeed.

"We're Special Agents Little and Martin. We need you to come with us, ma'am. You are not under arrest nor in trouble, we just need to conduct a meeting."

I stand there for a second, blindsided, but then my senses return. "Alright...I'll just take a moment to get ready..." I go wash my face, pull my hair back into a ponytail, and dress in black yoga pants and a loose fitting and breathable blue top that has three quarter length sleeves. I also grab my black trench coat, and I timidly follow the Special Agents out to their unmarked, climbing into the back as per their orders and letting them take me to a secret rendezvous point. They get so far from my house that I don't even know where we are anymore, and I tense up tremendously.

Suddenly, the car pulls down a dirt road that leads to a large building, which, even though it is night time, has about twenty FBI cars around it. I am so confused that my brain cannot even function, and it doubles when the man lets me out and escorts me towards the door.

"What you are about to see is classified information. Your disclosure of said information can result in your arresting and sentencing to life in prison. Do you understand, Dr. Isles?" I look at him and nod my head wearily. My hands shake, and I don't understand what is going on around me.

"She was a stubborn one, alright, that's the only reason this is happening." Is he talking about me? How was I stubborn? Suddenly, they open the front door into the building that resembles a house, and inside I see a sight that confuses me to no end.

Inside, sitting on the couch between two agents and looking perfectly well except for being paler, is my best friend, Jane Rizzoli.