Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters and stories belong to TNT, Tess Gerritsen, and Janet Tamaro.

A/N: The end of my one-shots. Please stay tuned until next summer for Cops and Medical Examiners Season Two. I hope you enjoyed my stories and read some of my Law & Order, Bones, or Marching Band fan fiction (yes, I am the most ultimate band geek). Also, think of this as more of the ending to the episode that didn't exist instead of what happened the next day, because it takes place after Jane falls to the ground (God, I hate cliff-hangers). Take note, also, that when she tells Jane that she loves her and when Jane kisses her forehead, I'm not creating femslash but a love and friendship between best friends. I am not a femslash writer. I also still don't know whether the bullet also hit Jane or if the blood was Bobby's from when he was shot. I'm writing two alternates so you can see the two possibilities. Thank you for choosing to read my one-shots this summer. It's been fun and thank you for all the lovely reviews. Please review this one as well. Thank you to all loyal fans of my work. I love you all.

With much undying love,
Lawabidingchild.

Ending One

Saved

Maura Isles was in near shock. She'd just seen her best friend down on the ground with the cop that was shot holding her hostage. Was she dead, too? Is the blood on her shirt hers? What happened? Maura asked these questions in her mind; questions that she didn't or couldn't answer herself. Jane could be dead for all she knew.

"Jane! JANE!" she found herself screaming. She ran to see if she was alive, tears streaming from her eyes. Her best friend could be dead along with the son-of-a-bitch who held her hostage.

Jane was on her side. She slowly and steadily turned her over to her back and noticed a stain of blood. No! thought Maura through her tears, no, no, NO! Jane no! Please don't be dead! Please!

The suspense was killing her inside and out. She didn't want to look, but she had to confirm it. "Please don't be dead, Jane! Jane, talk to me! Please don't! I...I love you, Jane! I need you here! Please don't be dead!" It was the one time that she wasn't wishing for a dead body at a crime scene.

It was then she felt Jane squirm beneath her. She slowly opened her eyes to see who was crying. "Maura?" asked Jane. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

Maura stared back at her in shock. "You're not dead?" asked Maura.

"Dead?" asked Jane. She felt her ribcage for anything that may help her discover that she's breathing. "No, I'm not."

Maura ran her hands over the spot of her shirt that was stained with blood. She didn't feel any gushing. When she lifted Jane's shirt to the point of the stain, she was amazed that it was completely sealed over with skin. "There is no blood," whispered Maura.

"No, sweetie, just skin." Then she added, "It's Bobby's blood, sweetie."

Maura couldn't take it anymore. Tears of relief poured down from her eyes. Jane and Maura wrapped their arms around each other simultaneously. They were gripping so tightly, as if for their lives, that a crowbar might have been necessary to break them apart. Neither one wanted to let go of the other.

Jane was sitting in a waiting room with Maura. They had just followed Frankie's ambulance to the hospital. Maura had been pacing the floor; an erratic behavior for the usually calm Maura Isles. "Sit down, Maura," ordered Jane, "you're making me sick to my stomach, sweetie."

"I wish I was a surgeon," grumbled Maura.

"Why?" asked Jane, "you love what you do."

"I could have saved him there, on that table!" yelled Maura. People in the hospital turned around to stare at them.

"Let's go over there," whispered Jane, "we're attracting a lot of attention." She pulled Maura into a corner away from the rest of the families and patients in the waiting room.

"I could have saved him."

"He lived longer because of you," Jane pointed out. She gripped Maura's shoulders. "You did save him. The doctor that talked to me said she expects his surgery to be a success."

Maura was speechless. For once, Maura Isles had nothing to say to Jane Rizzoli's last words. She just moved her eyes to the floor. Jane moved in closer and kissed Maura's forehead. "Thanks to that beautiful brain of yours, we did save him. He's alive because of you. You did all the right things. Thank you, Maura."

It was at that point Maura started crying again. Jane had tears in her eyes as well, but she refused to let them fall. She compensated by wrapping her arms around the blond woman in front of her. "What did I do to deserve you, Maura?"

"No idea," whispered Maura through tears.

"Fine," Jane said as she kissed the top of Maura's head. She didn't know how long she had Maura in her arms until a nurse came out to call for them.

"Is there a Ms. Rizzoli and Ms. Isles?" asked a nurse. Jane and Maura jumped apart from each others arms

"Detective Jane Rizzoli and Dr. Maura Isles," announced Jane, correcting the nurse. The nurse motioned them over to a more private area where a doctor was waiting for them.

"Mr. Rizzoli is stable and has been asking for both of you," said the nurse.

"Officer Rizzoli," corrected Jane as she and Maura followed the nurse into the room where Frankie was resting.

Jane gasped. Looking at all the tubes coming out of her brother's body was a little frightening. She didn't know how to react to the thought of his near death. "Hey Frankie," whispered Jane. "How ya feeling?"

"Like shit, thanks for asking," replied Frankie with a feigned snarl. Jane kneeled down on one side of Frankie and Maura was on the other.

"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Maura.

Frankie turned his head to face hers. "Yeah," he whispered, "I will be, anyway. It's all thanks to you."

"I wasn't much help," groaned Maura. Jane shot her a glare.

"Are you nuts?" asked Frankie. "The nurse said that I lived through it because you took all the necessary steps to try and keep me alive."

"And it's thanks to her that I'll see my baby brother again," smiled Jane. Frankie smiled back at her.

Both women exchanged looks. At the same time they leaned down and kissed Frankie simultaniously on his cheeks. "Hey, come on!" shouted Frankie with embarrassment.

"Okay," Jane began cockily, "is there something wrong with having two hot women on either side of you?"

"Shut up!" Both women laughed.

Ending Two (switches between Jane and Maura)

In and Out

Jane

Jane could hear it. She could hear Maura calling her name. "Jane! JANE!" Maura called out. Maura, Maura, she called back in her head. She was on her side. She couldn't do anything to soothe Maura, to tell her that she was okay. She wasn't able to do anything. She couldn't speak, couldn't see, couldn't move even the slightest. She heard Maura kneeling down beside her and Maura's tears falling down onto her body.

She couldn't see her.

After a while, she couldn't hear her.

It was black.

Maura

Maura saw Jane fall to the concrete. She ran to her side right away. "Jane! JANE!" she screamed. "Please don't be dead! Please don't be dead! PLEASE DON'T!" She fell down to her knees beside Jane's body. Jane was motionless. Maura's tears were falling, staining Jane's clothes.

It was then her forensic pathologist instincts took over. She turned Jane on her back and checked for breathing. It was faint. So was her heartbeat. It relieved her slightly.

She lifted Jane's shirt to find the source of the blood. As she came to the wound, she died and was relieved at the same time. She saw that there was a wound, but the bullet missed any vital organs. She placed her hand to keep Jane's blood from flowing any further. She was alive at that moment. "It's okay, Jane," she said soothingly, "it'll all be okay. You'll pull through."

A paramedic had to pry Maura's hands off Jane so Jane could be placed on a stretcher.

Jane

Jane could hear people. She could hear someone ask for a scalpel and another ask for blood. She could feel hands on her body. Tubes were being inserted in all the places she thought were wrong.

She felt an anethestia mask being placed across her face.

It was black again.

Maura

Maura was pacing back and forth. Frost and Korsak were there, too. The waiting room was bustling. Everyone there was there for something or other. This was also the first time in a long time Maura came to the hospital not to pick up a cadaver. She wanted to know if Jane was alright.

"Dr. Isles, if you keep pacing like that, you'll have your own bed," warned Frost. Maura ignored him.

"Doc," began Korsak, "she'll be okay. She pull through. She's a strong woman."

"What if she dies on that table? What if she doesn't pull through? How will I...I..." Maura stopped her pacing and sat down. Korsak placed a soothing arm around her and she let more tears fall.

A doctor came to them. "Detective Rizzoli will pull through. She's gonna be okay. She just needs to rest. You may see her now, but she may not talk." She left.

"Go," ordered Korsak. "We'll see her later. Say hi for us if she wakes up." Maura nodded at the order and set off down the hall.

Jane

Jane couldn't hear anything. She felt numb. She couldn't see anything. The world was still black. It was something that she didn't want to have wrong with her.

She felt her body stir suddenly. It felt like she was being encouraged to open her eyes. Her mother, her father, Korsak, Frost, Maura. Maura...her best friend. She wanted to see her again. She tried to open her eyes.

She forced them to try and open. When they did, they faced amber eyes above her.

Maura

Jane opened her eyes. Maura couldn't believe it. "Maura?" she asked faintly.

"I'm right here, sweetie," said Maura. "I'm right here."

"What happened? Who fired?"

"I have no idea," answered Maura honestly.

"I know I'm not dead. Believe me, if I was dead, you'd be probing around my body."

"No I wouldn't," said Maura. "I'd never do an autopsy on you."

"You did an autopsy on your brother," Jane pointed out.

"That was different," said Maura. "I didn't know he was my brother." She clasped Jane's hand with both of hers. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" asked Jane. Maura perked up. She didn't know that it was Maura who blamed herself for everything.

"For all of this," replied Maura.

"You didn't do this," said Jane, "he did. Don't blame yourself. If anything, blame the dead man."

"Okay." Maura leaned in closer. She was so happy. So happy that Jane was alive. She leaned over to Jane and kissed her forehead. "You need your rest." She turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" asked Jane.

"You need to rest."

"Please stay," pleaded Jane. Maura walked back over and sat down. She placed her hands over Jane's hand again. She was glad Jane was alive.