I have no remorse for what I did in this chapter. Just know that everything will be fine. Okay?

Okay.

And no, that TFIOS reference doesn't mean someone will die. I promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rizzoli & Isles.

But something was bothering her. She knew she looked very attractive. She knew she had made her face up and dressed her body perfectly. But something was missing. Maura looked in the mirror, straight in her own eyes and realized they lacked their usual glow.

Could this be because I turned down Jane's invitation? She wondered, I certainly would rather be sitting with her in front of the TV, in her arms... But it would be rude to turn down my date.

She ran a frustrated hand through her hair and then left her house, first slipping on a pair of heels. Maura was not herself and she knew it. The whole drive over to the restaurant where she was meeting her date, her thoughts wandered to Jane and how over the course of one night, her true feelings for her best friend that she had been working so hard to suppress for so long, had shown up and all of her attempts to suppress them had failed. All over one comment.

Maura put on a fake smile and walked into the establishment. She caught the eye of her date, Tom, and made her way to him. He stood up and pulled out the chair for her. The ME sat down gratefully and pulled her napkin onto her lap.

"You look beautiful tonight Maura," Tom said, smiling.

"Thank you Tom," Maura said politely.

"So, tell me about your job," The man said, "I remember you saying you were a doctor?"

Maybe I could talk him into boredom… She thought, no. That wouldn't work. He seems genuinely interested. Maura was trying on purpose to diagnose her date. He's perfectly healthy, damn him.

"Oh yes," She responded, "I'm the Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. I work at the Boston Police department along the best team of detectives one could wish for. My main job is to perform autopsies and give forensics evidence in murders and deaths deemed unsuspicious. It's my job to tell the victims stories through the evidence, and it's the job of my co-workers to find the person who cut their life short," Maura stopped talking and took a sip of the wine that her date ordered, "And together we bring their story to a close. A proper way. With justice and letting their family rest knowing that we got the person who committed the heinous crime."

"That's very fascinating," Tim said, "I'm glad you do this job, I know it's not for everyone. When did you know want to be in the medical profession?"

"I always did. I was always fairly anti-social and interested in sciences," Maura answered, "But, what about you?"

"Oh, I'm a professor at Boston University," He said, "I teach Medical Studies."

"Interesting," Maura said, "I went there for college."

"So did I!" Tim said.

Maura smiled. The waiter came and Maura was relived, because she wanted this date to be over as soon as it could be. She ordered the first thing she laid eyes on, which happened to be-

"I'll have the fillet mignon please," She asked politely.

Tim ordered a lobster.

The minutes dragged on slowly for Maura and she wished more and more that the date would be over soon. She didn't particularly like this man, though he had seemed charming when they met at a Medical Convention that previous weekend.

"So are you currently working on any cases?" He asked.

Maura was taken aback, "Yes, I am. But I'm afraid I can't tell you the details. That's classified."

He looked slightly put back, as though he expected her to respond willingly to his charm. This irked Maura.

Finally, the date was over. Tim, the gentleman he was, paid for the dinner, and then when he asked her if they'd see each other again, she politely said, "No."

Maura breathed a sigh of relief as she sat down in her car. She turned it on and then started driving. She pulled up to the stop sign that was on the way to Jane's house, a reflex destination after all these awful dates, and then when she made sure there were no cars, she pulled forward and started to go.

All of a sudden, there was a loud noise, and Maura felt herself being thrown against the driver's side of the car. Some other driver hadn't been looking, or was drunk, and had ran the stop sign. The last thing Maura saw was the headlights of the car driving away, and the license plate, which she immediately took to memory, driving away before she blacked out.

Jane was still at the BPD late that night when she got the call. Most of her other co-workers had gone home, but there were still a few stragglers, and she was one of them. She knew she had to power through the paperwork or else she would just give up and it would never get done.

Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up.

"Rizzoli," She rasped, her voice finding its way back to full strength after not being used for so long.

"Hello Ms. Rizzoli," A feminine voice said, "I'm Doctor Alan, and I work here at the hospital. I have your friend, a Doctor Maura Isles here. She was in a car crash tonight and you're listed as her emergency contact. It's standard procedure that we call the emergency contacts to notify them."

Jane's heart dropped into her stomach, "Oh my God. Oh my God. Is she ok? Are her injuries severe? I'll leave right away and I'll be there in ten minutes," She was frantic.

"Relax Ms. Rizzoli-"

"Detective," Jane said breathlessly, "Sorry, it's just, I prefer Detective or Detective Rizzoli. Jane is fine as well. Just not Ms. Rizzoli."

"My apologies Detective," Doctor Alan said, "Her injuries are not that severe, only cuts and bruises, her left ankle was fractured. But that's the most serious of her injuries. Luckily, the impact was on the passenger side of the car."

Jane sighed a breath of relief, "Ok, ok I'll be right there. Thank you for calling me Doctor."

They hung up and Jane grabbed her jacket and pocketed her phone and ran out of the BPD to her car.

Jane was shaking so hard that she had to pull over in a parking lot and take multiple deep breaths. She was just happy that Maura was okay. When she reached the hospital, Jane ran inside, told the receptionist who she was here to see, and ran to the elevator and pushed angrily at the button until it opened up. She did the same thing inside the elevator, willing it to move faster.

Her long legs carried her down the hallway until she found the room with Maura Isles written in hasty handwriting and she pushed the door open.

And there she was. Maura was asleep in the hospital bed, a bruise on her temple, and cuts on her arm that Jane guessed were from flying shards of glass. Her ankle was in a small cast.

Jane fought back tears. She sat down on one side of the bed and took Maura's hand in her own.

"I'm so glad you're ok, Maur," She said quietly before falling asleep.

I promise that everything will work out and that it'll all be okay! I have plans for this story, and Maura dying would seriously deter those plans. So with that in mind, until next Sunday, mes amours!

-RMarie

P.S., please don't hate me.