A/N: This was shorter than I expected, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. :) Keep up the lovely reviews.

"Frost, Korsak, I have something to say." Jane started, glancing between both of them as she spoke their names. The lovely trio were driving back to the station and were currently sitting on a red light. Normally, the brunette would have turned on the sirens in order to avoid the excruciatingly long city light, but there was something she needed to desperately verbalize.

"I may, have lied to you, about something." She purposely used dramatic pauses to heighten the curiousness of the men around her, whom both looked at each other with similar frowns. "My name, is not, Rizzoli." Jane took a deep breath and stared at Frost with the best poker face she could muster. "It's Wayne. . !" The detective revealed melodramatically in a deep and raspy voice. She lifted her arm up, hiding her face behind it, mimicking the effects of a cape. She let her big brown eyes survey the two chuckling detectives, switching between lifting her right eyebrow and her left one.

Frost placed a hand over his chest, exaggerating his surprised expression greatly, playing along with the silly brunette. "Jane Wayne, I had no idea."

"Quick, we must alert the Lieutenant." Vince launched himself forward to grab Jane's radio from the dashboard of the cruiser and brought it up to his mouth. "Cavanaugh, this is urgent. We have found the secret identity of..." The sergeant paused as he gazed at Frost.

"The Batman!" The two men exclaimed over the radio.

Jane's cruiser was filled with childish giggles and chuckles. The light turned green and the brunette slammed her foot on the gas. They still hadn't contained their rowing laughter as they slowly closed the distance between them and the Police Department.

Their lieutenant's voice boomed through the radio. "This isn't the time to be messing around. We have a serious situation back at the station. Get your asses here. Now!" The car went from noisy to silent in less than a millisecond.

"What crawled up his ass and died?" Jane asked irritably.

"It must be pretty bad Jane, step on it." The sergeant indicated as he sat himself back behind Frost, putting his seatbelt on.

"With pleasure." Jane smirked at she looked at Korsak dead in the eye from the rear view mirror.

"Oh shit..." Vince muttered, holding on to the OH SHIT! handle once more, which had been rightfully baptised.

The brunette turned on her sirens and manoeuvre the old Ford past the busy single and double lane streets, making sure to keep the four cylinder engine over fifty miles. Sure, it may seem reckless to passerbys', but Jane had a superior handle on steering vehicles at high speeds. Maura's birthday gift sure came in handy, not to mention driving a Lamborghini and ridiculous high speeds on a closed course was a heavenly experience on its own.

The detectives arrived at the Police Department a few minutes later. Jane would have quickly passed by the morgue to fill in the petite blond and steal a quick kiss if it wasn't for Cavanaugh's 'emergency'. Judging by how the officers and the other individuals who worked at the station acted, it didn't seem like there was any urgent situation. Some of them looked at Jane with solemn expressions, which she thought was abnormal. She frowned and raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow as she glanced at her partners. "Jeez, who died?" It was evident that their Lieutenant hadn't divulged this information to the whole precinct, but some of the higher placed officers had probably been informed.

"Don't joke about that, Jane." Said Korsak with an odd feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. I have a bad feeling about this.

Jane raised her hand to knock on the Lieutenant's door as they reached his office. They all poured into the room one by one like kids waiting for the candy store to open. The only woman in the trio stood with both of her arms crossed over her chest, eager to hear what the emergency was.

"Found anything at the cottage?" Cavanaugh asked with a firm tone, as always.

"We found another Riddle." Vince informed as he placed the evidence bag on the Lieutenants desk.

"What's this 'big emergency', Lu?" The tall woman asked, using air quotes to emphasise her sarcasm as she grew increasingly impatient. She would soon regret the words that came out of her mouth.

"It's about Dr. Isles..." He started, trying to gage Jane's reaction before explaining further.

"Don't you start playing with me," The woman replied darkly, moving in front of the Lieutenant's desk and placing her palms down on the desk, leaning forward slightly. "Spill it."

"She disappeared, about an hour ago. No one saw anything. We think it might be Doyle." Cavanaugh explained in short sentences; the compassion in his voice was noticeable.

Jane felt her blood boil. "Why in the hell isn't the morgue secured!" The woman practically yelled the last word, flailing her arms around frantically. She knew if it truly was Doyle that she didn't have to worry about Maura's safety, but there was still a serial killer, who didn't seem too fond of woman, running loose like a bear in the wild; a predator. "I thought those lab rats that worked with her had four eyes. How can someone get abducted right in front of them!" The brunette practically barked at her Lieutenant.

"Look, we have a serial killer on the loose. Work the case, Rizzoli." Cavanaugh ordered coldly, but he had a good reason to act this way.

"I see where your priorities are at." Jane's face contorted to illustrate disgust at her superior's answer. Without another word, the woman turned on her heels and stormed out of the office, being anything but gentle with the door.

Frost glanced at Korsak for a second, seemingly reading his mind as he followed the brunette out.

"What the hell was that, Sean?" The sergeant asked, dumbfounded and somewhat infuriated with Cavanaugh's inhuman reaction. "When did they replace you with The Terminator?"

"All the victims were women, Dr. Isles taken hostage while he's still out there..."The Lieutenant trailed off, letting the sergeant fill in the blanks for himself.

"It could be Doyle, he's done it before."

"But, why now?"

"To warn his daughter."

"I'm not hoping for the worst, Vince, but we can't rule it out."

Korsak sighed, looking down at the floor as if it had the answers to everything. Without saying another word, the sergeant left the office to join his partners. If the doctor's sudden disappearance was linked with the murders, they had to find a lead and now. I have a bad feeling about this...He repeated in his head.

Zero missed called, zero text messages. Where the hell are you? It wasn't like the doctor to give no sign of life even if she was with the man that helped create her. Maura usually came to Jane, ranting on about how lunatic he is, thinking he could actually have a place in her heart. The detective sighed as she set her phone back down on her paper-clad desk. Elbows on the wooden surface, both of her hands holding up her head, Jane was staring at the new riddle in front of her. Nothing seemed to make sense; even the words she knew had become incomprehensible.

Down the rabbit hole,

Protected from nuclear catastrophe,

Vulnerable to darkness.

Tic toc,

Time slips away from your fingers,

Will she?

However, her torment would be over, for at least a few minutes, as her computer dinged. E-mail. Jane thought as she opened up the file. It was from one of the lab technicians.

and Det. Frost,

We have found something that resembles a world wide web address using the same technique had previously made use of to find the mathematical formulas. The image attached is of this address as seen under a black light.

Jane's heart clenched at the mention of Maura's name, but she kept herself in check, using all of her willpower to avoid looking at her phone for the hundredth time. Sighing, she looked up at her partner. "Got that, Frost?"

"Running it as we speak." The young detective replied as his fingers were flying on the keyboard at a pace which neither Jane nor Korsak could match on a good day. "It's a live broadcast." Frost revealed with a frown.

"Of what?" Jane's curiosity was peaked and she quickly turned around in her chair and pushed herself back, rolling to a stop next to her partner. Although the movement was comical, her face remained serious.

Barry chuckled slightly as he raised an amused eyebrow. "A countdown of some sort." Everything was black, except big red digital letters showing: 04:46:18 and counting down.

"A countdown?" The detective frowned for half a second, before she remembered what Maura had discovered earlier. "Frost, a countdown!" She repeated, placing her hand on his forearm and waving the other around at the computer screen. "Maura said he killed his next victims after exactly twenty-four hours."

Frost suddenly felt sick to his stomach. "He's broadcasting the murders."

Sick fuck. "Can you track down the IP address?"

"Sure." The only thing louder than Jane's heart beat was detective Frost's fingers hitting the keyboard. "It's protected, I'll need to breach a few firewalls." He explained, his fingers still hitting the keys, making his partner wonder how it didn't catch on fire.

"I'll get you a fire extinguisher." The brunette joked, lightly patting his shoulder. She stopped, stilling all her movements as she noticed a shadow shift in the camera, covering half the numbers on the countdown display. It looked like a torso and a left arm. "Think that's our guy?" Jane questioned, staring at the screen intently.

"We're about to find out." Said torso moved closer, there was a faint outline of something that looked like a crest imprinted on the front of his shirt. As the image focused, the question mark design was clearly identifiable. "You're a good Riddler and we'll get you, but..."

"Jim Carey was best Riddler, of all time. Of all time!" The brunette finished, nudging her partner with her elbow as they both chuckled at their joke.

A distorted voice broke the pair's laughter. "I see you figured it out, detectives."

How he knew they were tuned in was lost on the brunette. "How does he...?"

Frost easily filled in the blanks. "Host tools. Gives him a list of all the IP addresses that are on this web page."

Jane nodded once before turning her attention to the live broadcast.

"I'm glad, now that you're all here," A faint struggle was overheard, a stifled scream and some cursing before the camera focused again. Their suspect was holding a woman by the back of her head. Identifying the victim would be near impossible as a dark shadow hid her facial features. "It's a party." The man chuckled darkly, holding the woman's face closer to the camera. Honey-blond hair cascaded over a straight but rounded face, perfectly trimmed eyebrows and deep glistening hazel eyes. A tear stained handkerchief had been tied around a delicate mouth.

"Maura...No." Jane breathed disbelievingly. "No!" She repeated, shouting this time, as she stood up from her chair and slammed her fist down on her partner's desk. Everyone around them jumped and stared at the fuming brunette.

"What's going on here?" Korsak asked as she entered the bullpen with a worried expression. It wasn't a common thing for Jane Rizzoli to lose her cool and start throwing punches at anything, Vince knew that. Whatever caused the uproar must be big. His eyes trailed over Frost's shocked and equally angry face to Jane's dark expression and finally, the gaze landed on the computer monitor, where Maura's face was being held right in front of the camera. Oh no, not the Doctor. Dammit. The sergeant looked at Jane; her whole body seemed to be shaking with rage, both fists clenched at her sides. "Jane, calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down!" The detective yelled, unable to pull her eyes away from the monitor. Maura...why, why did it have to be her? Inside, her heart was breaking, but outside was a completely different story. "Shut it down." Jane said to Frost in a wavering tone, teeth gritting together. "Frost, shut it down." She repeated, spitting out every word like venom out of her mouth.

"Trying."

Jane's anger boiled to a point where she couldn't stand still. She kicked the back of her chair, causing it to slam in the file cabinet behind her desk. The brunette ran a shaky hand through her dark locks, pacing back and forth. She then moved to her desk, impatiently tossing her office chair aside and placing both of her hands, palm flat, against the filing cabinet and lowered her head. "Frost..." She started warningly. "Shut it down." Jane tried to slow down her heart beat, taking long and deliberate breaths.

"There's too many firewalls Jane, I'll need more time." The young detective tried to explain.

"FUCK." Jane yelled one more time, slamming her fist in the cabinet, leaving four pointy indentations in the metal. The pain hadn't registered as much as the loud bang that emitted from the punch. The tall woman cursed herself for not staying with Maura, for not making sure someone was keeping an eye on her when she left, for not saying I love you the last time they had spoken to each other. All these tugged at her patience, but Jane knew she couldn't let it get to her. In order t save Maura, she had to be on her best game. Huddling up in a corner in a fetal position and crying wouldn't solve anything. This is what she had been trained for, the test of ultimate mental and physical discipline. She can't fail herself and she can't fail Maura. Pull yourself together Rizzoli.

"Tic toc, detectives." Was the last thing heard over the broadcast before the predator pulled the prey away. The red flashing numbers taunted Frost's failed attempts. 4:40:36.

The sergeant approached his former partner, placing a comforting hand against the middle of her back. "Jane, if you-" Korsak was sharply cut off.

Jane shrugged him off and pulled away in a swift motion. "It's fine, I need to do this." She explained as she grabbed her battered chair, rolling it back into its rightful place behind her desk.

Korsak nodded as she slipped both of his hands into his pockets. He understood her completely. The day Jane had been taking hostage by Hoyt was by far one of the scariest days of his life. Vince hadn't stopped looking for her, wouldn't have stopped until he found the brunette. She would do the same with Maura, though things were different. They had a time limit. Their experience and perseverance was the only thing that could save her life.

Jane placed a hand on her chin, tapping her cheek with her index as she inspected all the pictures from the crimes scenes. She picked up all the ones that had the bloody B.D initials on them and placed them side by side. "Frost can you run a search on men with B.D as their initials."

"There's over ten thousand in Boston alone."

"Narrow it down to men with criminal records, murder or aggravated sexual assault against women."

"A little over a hundred."

"Well, that gives us somewhere to start." Jane said rubbing her face with both of her hands.

"Jane!" Officer Rizzoli shouted as she ran through the bullpen, stopping beside his sister. "I heard...I'm so sorry." He said breathlessly. "What can I do?"

"Help us." Jane replied with pleading eyes. "And Frankie, don't tell Ma."

"The whole station knows, Jane. It's only a matter of time before-"

As on cue, Ms. Rizzoli came running in. "Oh Janie, I can't believe he took my daughter in law!" She said, placing a hand over her heart, tears threatening to come out.

"Don't call me that at work, ma."Jane sighed as she made a face, rolling her eyes back into her skull. Great, now she won't leave us alone.

Frankie looked at his older sister with an apoplectic smile as if it was his fault their mother suddenly appeared.

The detective glanced at the time on her computer monitor. There's barely an hour left. At this point, Jane had no reason to believe they were going to be able to get Maura back. She knew her pessimistic attitude was only bringing her down in a sort of self torture. She stared at the poem in her hands; the paper was wrinkled and scrunched up where she was holding it. She let her head fall down as tears stung at her eyes. You failed her, Rizzoli. You let a sick fuck outsmart you and you failed the woman you love, the one you were suppose to marry and have a happy ever after future with. Jane wiped at her tears angrily before anyone could notice her sombre demeanour.

The brunette slowly lifted her head, glancing at her partner, her former partner, her brother and even her mother, who all sacrificed whatever they had planned today to surrender body and mind to help find the doctor. You're failing them too. Jane shook the negative thoughts out of her head, remembering what Korsak had told her the day Hoyt had escaped from prison. No one can break Jane Rizzoli unless you let them. Damn right. He hasn't won yet, we still have time. I still have time.

As her headstrong nature came back more powerful and determined than ever, Jane focused her attention on the poem, reading each line carefully. Down the rabbit hole. Alice in wonderland, she was taken underground. That's it! He's keeping her somewhere underground. Sewers? Protected from nuclear catastrophe. What protects someone from nuclear disaster? Shelters...bomb shelters! Underground bomb shelter. God, why did I just realize this?

The tall woman momentarily hated herself for not seeing this connection at first glance. She let go of the paper and searched bomb shelters in the Boston area. Of course, the Cold War. The government built those fallout shelters to protect the citizens in case a nuclear war erupted. Jane then brought up the list of suspects with the B.D initials and created a search with known bomb shelter locations to see if any of them lived near one or had easy access to one. One individual name popped up: Berton Davey. Male, 45 years of age, recently released for a 13 year aggravated sexual assault sentence. Got you, fucker.

Jane got up as she made one of the hardest decisions in her life. She knew she had to do this alone. It was her fight, not theirs. She couldn't risk their lives, her brother's life. Besides, her mother would worry if she knew. "I'm getting another coffee, any of you need refills?" She asked, making sure her handgun was secured at her waist.

"I'll take one." Korsak voiced as he rubbed his eyes with one of his hands, handing his empty and cold cup to the brunette.

"I'll be right back." Jane lied. She walked out of the bullpen, throwing both of the cups away in a close by garbage. I'm coming for you Maura. She thought, marching down the lobby without looking back.

Jane turned on the radio, thinking it would calm her nerves, or at least enough to make her keep a reasonable speed limit. The song that filled the car did the exact opposite.

Desperate, I will crawl
Waiting for so long
No love, there is no love.
Die for anyone
What have I become?

Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
As I burn another page,
As I look the other way.
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane.

The detective's knuckle turned white as her grip on the steering wheel tightened considerably. She furiously sped down the road, occasionally glancing at the GPS to make sure she was on the right track. Something deep inside of her wished it was the killer's neck her hand was wrapped around. Jane rarely had these sorts of dark thoughts. They only seem to appear when anyone who was close to her heart was threatened. Safe to say, right now she was thinking things that any sane human being couldn't even conjure in their minds.

Jane slowly came to a stop as she approached the location, thinking it would be wise to park a little further in order to have the advantage of surprise on him. She rolled up the sleeves of her black button up shirt, checked the ballistic vest one more time to make sure it was securely fastened before she walked out of the Ford. She placed one hand on her gun, the other holding a flashlight to illuminate her path.

The detective carefully made her way to the entrance. She went down a few steps, making sure to survey the tiny area before flashing the light on the door. It was a simple steel gate with a lock and a sign that said 'Keep Out'. Jane pointed the flashlight at the lock, aiming her Glock at it and turning her head away before firing a single shot. The lock broke easily. So much for subtlety.

After crossing the gate, Jane's light flashed on yet another door; a submarine style door which blocked the entrance to the bomb shelter. She tried the handle, figuring it would be locked. Much to her surprise, the door screeched as the handle turned. And this was supposed to protect us from nuclear blasts?

The brunette entered the fallout shelter, her boots making a distinctive sound as they hit the metallic textured floor. The tunnel that led to another area was rounded with old, rusted pipes following the path on the ground. As Jane exited the tunnel, she felt something grip her right ankle and hoisting her upside down. "Holy shit!" Her handgun fell on the ground below her, while the flashlight rolled against a wall, illuminating another closed door. I knew this was way too easy. Fucker's just playing with me.

"Nice of you to come alone, detective." A voice spoke. "Here to collect your district's medical examiner?" The voice chuckled as it seemed to get close to the woman.

Jane turned around on either side frantically as she tried to see where the killer was. It was too dark to see anything, not to mention she was hanging upside down. "Show yourself, you piece of shit!"

"Detective Rizzoli. Hero cop. If you weren't a weak little girl maybe I would have some admiration for you."

"I'll show you weak, asshole. Cut me down and I'll show you." Jane practically growled as she tried to take a few swings at the air, hoping that maybe she'd clock him in the face out of luck.

Davey cocked his head to the side as she watched the woman struggle with a dark amusement. "Stranded, hanging by a thread, desperate like a worthless pig about to get gutted. Does it ring a bell, detective?"

"Emily Johnson, you sick bastard. She did nothing to you. How can you play executioner when those women were DEFENSELESS?" She yelled, trying to swing her body back and forth to loosen the cord's hold.

"Don't get so anxious, the show's about to start." The man pressed on a button and the metallic door, which Jane's flashlight was dimly lighting, opened to reveal the red numbers as shown in the broadcast: 00:00:30. There was a tiny window in the back of the room, letting the moon shine in. The soft glow showed off a petite feminine body standing up, but details like facial features and clothes were impossible to make out.

"You let her go. Do whatever you want with me, but don't hurt her." The brunette pleaded as her eyes landed on Maura's form.

"I wasn't aware that Detectives and Medical Examiners were so close." The killer implied, a slight surprise to his tone as he made his way into the room.

"C'mere and I'll show you close, fucker." Jane watched as the man retreated into the dark room. "LET HER GO." She shouted with a fiery rage.

The deranged killer took hold of a Magnum, opening the barrel as he slowly slid each bullet in. Spinning the barrel a few times, he gave the handgun a quick flick of his wrist, making the first .44 calibre bullet align with the hammer. He extended his arm, pressing the muzzle against the petite woman's head. Davey cocked the hammer back and slid his finger over the trigger. The timer showed 0:00:01.

Jane didn't hear the loud bang emitting from the large .44 calibre gun, but she heard the splatter of blood coat the walls and floor. The body fell down, motionless, lifeless, with a thud. The brunette thought she heard something break, but what she heard was her heart shatter into a million pieces. "MAURA!" Her scream was animalistic, almost primal as she shot up to grab the cord with both of her hands. She let out another yell, tugging at the rope like an infuriated tiger. Her vocal cords burned, yet she hardly felt anything.

The rope finally gave under the unrelenting tugging. Jane crashed down on the cement floor, moving her hands to protect her head just in time to save it from cracking open like an egg. Dizzy and disoriented, the detective tried to crawl forward. "Maura..." She said in a tiny and weak voice.

"So that's her name." The killer said as he slowly stalked towards the brunette, pointing the Magnum at her head.

Jane looked up, but she could only see a dark figure walking towards her through her blurred vision. She closed her eyes and let the darkness consume her. Only to regain her senses as quickly as everything went black. The tall brunette felt something tugging at her vest, trying to pull her up.

Davey pulled the lanky detective into a standing position, slamming her back against a cold wall as she felt her start to slump forward. "Mau-" His breath caught in his throat before he could utter the doctor's name.

Jane opened her eyes, staring into the man's face with scorching fire swirling in her brown orbs. "You do not get to speak her name." Her hands were at his throat, squeezing the life out of him as she slowly whispered each word into his ear. Truth be told, she enjoyed feeling him struggle, feeling his pulse slow down under her grip. Maybe something had snapped inside of her, revealed the darker side of Jane, but she didn't care about the consequences. The harsh reality was that the love of her life had been executed in front of her eyes and there was nothing she could do now but make the one responsible suffer.

The man broke her grip and they both erupted in a furious fist fight. Jane didn't bother to block any blows; she simply tolerated the pain and made sure to give it back tenfold. The brunette grabbed the collar of his shirt, slamming her fist right into his jaw which such force that the shirt ripped under her hand. Keeping the scarred hand in a fist, she threw another devastating blow with the back of her knuckles. Blood sprayed from his mouth as a lonely tooth clattered on the floor.

Davey lost his balance and fell on his back. Without missing a beat, Jane straddled him and threw punch after punch, cracking every bone in his face, mixing their blood together in a delirious rage. She stopped after a while as sobs took over. Her punches became weaker and weaker before they hardly did anymore damage.

Jane felt herself being pulled up, again, but this time, the hands that grabbed her were familiar. Korsak. That's when she heard it, the sirens, the dozen of men talking as they ran in the room.

"He's dead Jane, he's dead." Vince soothed, cradling the sobbing detective against him. He glanced up at Frost who looked as shocked as everyone else and nodded his head towards the body on the floor. The sergeant would have confirmed it himself, but he was busy with a heart broken brunette.

Barry gulped as he stretched his legs over the killer's dead body. He looked down at him briefly. His face was barely recognizable. Damn, Jane sure did a number on him. Frost resisted the urge to kick him repeatedly as he made his way over to the petite body slumped on the ground. He took out his flashlight, rubbing one hand over his mouth nervously as he braced himself for what he was about to see. His light shone on dark red hair. It was as curly as the doctor's hair, but it wasn't the honey-blond color they've grown to know. Wig maybe? The young detective crouched downexamining the woman's face. This isn't ...He thought standing up. Sure, the woman had the exact same body type as Maura, but it wasn't her. "Jane, Jane, it ain't Maura."

"What?" Both Korsak and Jane croaked out as they stared at the surprised detective.

"I'm telling you, it's not her." Frost repeated shinning his light on the woman's body.

Jane slowly got up to her feet, refusing any help from the two men. She wiped at her tears with the back of her hand as she tentatively walked closer towards the lifeless body. She cocked her head, surveying the woman's pale face. At first, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, showing her what she wanted to see. Then, the brunette figured she was hallucinating all of this and she would wake up in a mental hospital to find out that she had gone crazy when the doctor had passed away. However, after a closer examination she was certain that she was sane, somewhat, and that this woman sure as hell wasn't Maura.

"Jane," Frost started, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Shh." The tall woman shushed him as she stood up and placed a hand over her partner's mouth. Jane heard something, a very faint whimper. She walked to the back wall, placing both of her hands against it as she slowly moved sideways. The noise was louder this time. There was no doubt in her mind it was a muffled whimper. The brunette then started knocking on the wall until one specific spot sounded hollow. She kicked the spot with her boot, feeling the flimsy material crack under the slight pressure. Dry wall would never be used to build a bomb shelter. Jane thought as she kicked the wall again. The whimpering got louder and she recognized the voice. "Maura! Hang on, baby, I'll get you out." If this wasn't pure happiness, she didn't know what was.

"Let the officers break it down with the battering ram." Vince said as he came up behind the tall brunette.

Jane, however, ignored her sergeant's comment as she continued to slam her boot into the wall. After a few hits, it passed right through like a knife in soft butter. She took another step back, bursting out in a run as she slammed her shoulder into the weak dry wall. The detective emerged in a tiny confined area. She dusted off the gypsum particles from her shoulders and hair before her eyes locked with reddened hazel ones. The brunette cut the tie wraps on Maura's hands and feet with a small pocket knife. She smoothed her hands on either side of the doctor's face, holding back her tears as she removed the handkerchief from Maura's mouth.

The doctor wrapped her arms around Jane's waist, hiding her face in the crook of the taller woman's neck. "Jane, I-I was so scared. I heard a gunshot and I-I thought...then I heard a yell and-" Maura spoke in shaky breaths.

"I know, I know. It's okay, Maur. I'm here now." Jane felt warm tears run down her neck as she wrapped her girlfriend in a tight hug. "I'm here." She repeated, pressing her lips in Maura's hair. The detective had almost forgotten the smell of sweet mixed fruits that coated each and every one honey-blond hair strand. Jane held onto the doctor tighter, afraid if she let go that she would just melt away and disappear.

Frost and Korsak shooed away the criminalists and officers who crowded the room. "Give them some space will ya?" It's over, it's finally over. He though, looking back at the heartwarming reunion with a small smile.

Jane kissed Maura's head continuously, repeating the three words 'I love you' over and over before silent tears burned her throat, making her choke back her words. Even if she says it million times today, it still wouldn't be enough.

"Are you out of your mind, Rizzoli?" Cavanaugh shouted as she sat up from his chair, furiously staring back at the detective in front of him.

Jane had walked into her Lieutenant's office, the next day, throwing both her gun and her badge on his desk. She stared back at him, crossing both of her arms over her chest defiantly. She winced, as her wounded knuckles rubbed against the material of her shirt. "I'm not doing this anymore. I can't risk Maura's life." She explained.

Sean grabbed the two items from his desk, holding them up. "This is what helped you save her, Rizzoli. Without this, you can't possibly expect to protect her." He reasoned, understanding where Jane's fear was coming from, but fuck him, he wasn't going to lose his best detective.

"I'm sick and tired of being targeted by psycho lunatics who wants to kills us."

"It's part of the job. Part of who you are." Cavanaugh set down Jane's Glock and badge on his desk as he walked around it. "Even if you quit, there will still be deranged psychopaths out there."

"This is supposed to be uplifting how exactly?" Jane asked in a snappy tone.

"Shut your yap and listen to me." The lieutenant warned, standing up and pointing at the detective. "You can't protect her from life, Rizzoli. You can't lock her up in a room and throw away the key thinking she'll be safe." Sean sighed as she saw the brunette bite back her words. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Cavanaugh spoke in a rare soft and concerned voice. "Look, take a vacation. You deserve it, you both do. Take a few weeks to get away. Relax."

He's right, I haven't taken a vacation in...ever, since I started working homicide. Jane simply nodded in agreement and turned to leave.

"Rizzoli."

The tall brunette turned around and was handed her handgun and badge. Jane smiled for the first time in two days. "Thank you." She said before stepping out of his office, placing both items where they belong: on her hips.

A/N: Did I give you a scare? ;)

Holy crap talk about predicting the future right? Next week's promo. Wow. Anyways, next chapter coming soon. Didn't have a lot of time to write these past two weeks, but I haven't forgotten y'all.