Hey y'all! I actually updated when promised! This chapter is happy and nothing bad or horrible happens, you have my word.

Also, the license plate in this chapter is just one that I made up off the top of my head, so I apologize if this is somehow someone's license plate number.

Disclaimer: I don't own R&I

Jane was awoken from her sleep by Maura's mumbling voice. Her head snapped up and she winced. Her neck was sore from sitting in the same position for so long. The mumbling continued and Jane strained her ears to understand it.

"Four… Two...Ei-" A gasp for breath, "Eight… AJF."

"What?" Jane was confused. What was Maura talking about?

"Four, two, eight, A,J,F!" Maura suddenly called out, and her eyes flew open and Jane started at the sudden movement.

"Maura! Oh God, Maur, I was so worried. Are you ok? How are you feeling?" Jane started fussing over her friend. She couldn't help it.

Maura smiled and nodded, "Yes Jane, I'm fine for right now," She frowned, "Did you stay here all night?"

Jane nodded and grinned sheepishly, "Uh yeah, I did. I got a call from the doctor who took care of you and then I came straight here from the office and I've been here since."

"You left work just to come make sure I was ok? Jane! The case is much more important than I am. Someone is dead and I'm completely-" She sighed, "I'm sorry, Jane. I shouldn't have blown up like that."

"It's fine Maur," Jane reassured her friend, "It was late and basically everyone had left and I was just doing paperwork," She paused for a second before asking, "What was that you were saying before you woke up?"

"What?" Maura looked confused for a second before realization hit her, "Oh! That! That's the license plate of the car that hit mine."

"You remembered that?" Jane looked impressed.

Maura gave Jane a half serious look, "Jane how long have you known me? You know I remember things easily. Accompanied by the tendency to, as you so eloquently put it, Googlemouth."

Jane laughed, "Well sweetie you know it's true. Any topic you know anything about, which really is every topic known to man, you could go off on a rant-"

"I do not rant, Jane!" Maura laughed, "I simply state the facts about the topic at hand. A rant is someone who continues to talk about the matter at hand in an annoyed manner. I do not speak in an annoyed fashion when I talk about things that interest me. I speak happily and freely."

Jane gave her best friend a pointed look, "You kinda just did it there Maur."

"Hm. So I did!" Maura said, "So Jane, tell me. Have you found any breaks in the case?"

"Nope. Korsak did some background checks on our victim and found not much more than what Vicki said. She was using prostitution to help put herself through college because money was short at her house. Her parents didn't know, of course. They never do, because they'd never approve. Other than that, her grades were excellent and she didn't have any other run ins with the cops besides getting busted for prostitution," Jane sighed, "Why do people do that to get through college. I just don't understand. Why can't you just get a job?"

"Well Jane, college is very demanding. There's a heavy work load, and sometimes people can't find the time to get a part time job."

"That's true," Jane said, "But you know what I just spent four hours yesterday doing paperwork and then heard that my best friend was in the hospital. I've had a long night sleeping in this chair, I'm lacking caffeine in my bloodstream. Tell me about your night last night. How'd you date go?" She tried not to sound resentful when she said the word 'date.'

"Absolutely awful," Maura said plainly, "I felt bad about telling you that I had a date and turning down a movie night. But you know that I'm too polite to stand someone up. If I have a social call I have to go to it no matter how much I don't want to. He was just… I don't know, Jane. But I didn't like him," She paused, and then turned to Jane and deadpanned, "I think it's because I couldn't diagnose him with any strange disease."

Jane paused a moment and then burst out laughing, "Were you actually trying that time?"

"Yes, I was," Maura said, then continued, "And then of course there was the car crash."

"I'll remember to run that plate number for you so we can get the guy."

"Thank you Jane."

"Maur, I really need coffee. Do you mind if I go grab some really quick?" Jane asked.

Maura laughed, "Yes Jane, it's fine. I'll just be resting when you get back."

Jane smiled and closed the door behind her. She strolled down the hallway in her usual confident demeanor, but all the doctors and nurses that she passed could tell that she was exhausted. Jane herself knew she was tired. She hadn't slept well the previous night.

She had had disturbing dreams of what the outcome of the crash could have been if Maura had been hit from the other side. Would she be…? No. Jane didn't allow herself to think like that. She ran a hand through her hair and pushed the button on the elevator.

There had been something else though. In the waking moments after yet another nightmare, Jane had heard Maura speaking. But not the license plate number. It had sounded like her name. But there was something different about the tone…

Jane shook it off again. It was probably nothing, she told herself. She stepped on the elevator and pressed the button for the desired floor.

When Jane returned to Maura's room with a glorious cup of steaming coffee in her hand, there was another person in the room. It was another doctor. When Jane walked in, they both turned around and smiled. Maura smiled wider and brighter than the doctor though. This didn't go unnoticed by the detective.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" Jane asked, "Cause I can go wait outside," She pointed at the door.

"No, it's quite alright," The doctor said, "I was just getting done redressing some of Doctor Isles' wounds. I'm Doctor Alan, by the way. I believe I spoke with you on the phone. You're Miss-Oops, I apologize. You're Detective Rizzoli, correct?"

"Yes, I am," Jane nodded, "You were redressing her wounds? What do you mean? I only see small scratches on her arms and face."

"She had a larger cut on her upper arm by her shoulder from a large piece of glass that required stitches," Doctor Alan said.

Jane nodded.

"The good news is that the worst injury is the fractured ankle. We're going to keep her for most of the rest of the day, just to make sure. Because, as you know, no point in not being too careful. We should be discharging her around one this afternoon."

Jane nodded again.

"In the meantime, just make sure she relaxes. Rest is the most important thing right now." She walked out of the room.

"How's your shoulder?" Jane asked, worry etched across her face.

Maura's eyes softened and she smiled, "It's sore. I can't really lift my arm that much. Jane, you seem so worried about me, is everything ok? I'm barely hurt. You know I've been hurt worse."

Jane sat down and took a shaky sip of her coffee, "It's just… Maur, what if you had been hurt worse? What if you had died? Just like you worry about me, I worry about you. You're my best friend and the best medical examiner we've ever had, and you're a valued team member, and both my family and I love you to death."

"Come here, Jane," Maura said, reaching out her good arm, "I'm ok. I will be ok. Ok? You don't have to worry about me."

Jane set her coffee down and leaned in to give her friend a gentle hug, "Ok, Maur. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to worry." She pulled away.

Maura nodded, and then yawned, "I'm going to get some more rest. You can stay, or you can go. If you need food or have to go look at something for the case, go. Solving this murder is important."

"Ok Maur. Sleep well."

"Thank you, Jane." Maura smiled. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Jane couldn't resist, she leaned back over Maura, kissed her on the forehead, knowing full well that Maura was still awake enough to know what was happening, then sat back down in her chair, and held on to Maura's hand.

She could've sworn she saw a small smile break out on Maura's face.

Aw yay, happy Jane and Maura feels. What did you guys think? Constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged, as usual :)

Until next week!

-RMarie