Maura headed to the Rizzoli apartment for the second time that day. The first time was before work, where she tried and failed to get Jane into some clean clothes. Now she was driving there with Frankie Jr. and had the intention of moving Jane into her guest house, making it easier on the both of them. They reached the front door, and as they entered Frankie said, "Why didn't you come earlier? She needed you. Why didn't you come?" Maura froze when she heard the desperation in his voice, but she didn't want to explain how she let her friend down. "I was busy," she muttered and wandered into Jane's room.

"Don't give me that crap," Frankie said as he followed the red heels into the bedroom. "You're her best friend. You could have made time for her but you didn't, and all I want to know is why?" Maura sighed and pulled out a small suitcase from Jane's wardrobe. As she folded a few t-shirts and trousers to pack she explained, "It's my fault that she went. I examined the bodies of the young girls that man raped and killed, and I pushed her to go to Brazil and catch him. I told her that no matter how hard things got, I knew she was strong enough to push through it and catch the bastard." Her voice broke and tears began spilling down her cheeks. "I couldn't come and see her because I pushed her to this. She went there, and pushed herself too far and she ended up like this because of me."

Frankie pulled her into a hug and soothed her, "It wasn't your fault at all. Jane would have gone even if an army of people had told her not to. She pushed herself to go; you were just being her friend. You can't blame yourself. Okay?" Timidly Maura nodded her head, wiped her face, and continued packing. Frankie picked up Jo-Friday and the food bowls and carried them to Maura's car, and then returned for Jane. He walked over to the bed and leant over his older sister. He scooped his arms under her body, but before he could lift her up Jane began kicking and scratching at his face. "Jane! It's me! Jane calm down!" he shouted, trying to pick up her squirming body. Eventually he laid her back on the bed and stepped away, not wanting to distress her any more.

Jane stilled, but she still looked pained. Maura rushed to her side, and after checking that Frankie was okay apart from several scratch marks to the face, she focused on Jane and soothingly stroked her hair. A few minutes later once Jane was more relaxed, Frankie stepped closer in the hope of picking her up. Maura continued to stroke her hair as Frankie leaned towards her with his arms outstretched, but Jane resisted and lashed out again. "Go in the other room," Maura directed as she calmed the woman she was now clutching in her arms. Frankie looked close to tears and said, "But… It's me Jane. It's Frankie." When he realised that nothing he said could help, he picked up the suitcase by the bed and muttered something about taking it to the car.

All that was left to do now was to get Jane into the car, but the original plan of Frankie carrying her was now out the window. Maura sighed and climbed out of her heels, realising what she had to do. She had a tough job ahead of her as she remembered how long and tiring it was to get Jane to the sofa, but now she had to walk her down three flights of stairs. "Come on Jane," she said, lightly pulling her up into an upright position. Maura looped her arm around Jane's waist and hooked the other woman's arm over her shoulders. Slowly they stood up, and even slower they began to walk. Every now and then Jane's feet would drag for a couple of steps, leaving Maura to pull her whole weight along with her.

It took five minutes to walk across out the apartment and across the hallway, and Maura could already feel herself beginning to tire as they stood at the top of the stairs. She took in a deep breath and gathered her strength, knowing that now was not the time to feel weak. "Come on Jane," she urged, "You can't drag your feet here. You need to walk down the stairs." It was as if Jane was learning to think again; they stood at the top of the stairs for a few minutes as she tried to comprehend the idea of walking down the steps before her. Eventually she lifted her right foot, still leaning against Maura, and placed one foot down the stairs. "That's it," Maura encouraged, and at the bottom of the first flight of stairs Jane turned her head and the corners of her mouths turned up into a small smile. It vanished almost as quickly as it appeared, and Jane turned back to look at the next flight of stairs with a weakening look on her face.

Half an hour later they were out the door leading to the street, and both Maura and Jane were exhausted. Frankie opened the car door and quickly got out of the way, not wanting to hurt his sister any further. The cold pavement felt good on Maura's bare feet as she guided Jane into the seat and buckled her seat belt. She shut the door, and rested against the car for a moment. "You okay?" Frankie asked, and Maura nodded as she attempted to regulate her breathing. "I'm… Are you…? You okay?" she said through panted breaths. Frankie nodded, then said goodbye before heading back upstairs to lock up the apartment.

Maura climbed into the car and drove away from the street she was so familiar with. She rolled down both windows, welcoming in the cool air after her workout. She looked over at Jane, and despite the blank expression on her face Maura could tell that she liked the cool breeze as well. Maybe it was intuition, or maybe it was because they had spent so much time together, or perhaps it was down to her knowledge in body language; whatever the reason, Maura was able to tell when Jane was happy or sad even when her eyes looked as empty as they did now. They pulled up outside Maura's house, and she unbuckled both of their seatbelts before walking Jane through to the guest house. She didn't know if they were walking faster because it was getting easier for her to carry Jane, or if Jane was slowly getting stronger, but she hoped it was the latter.

After running back to the car to get Jo-Friday, she returned to the sofa where she had left Jane, but the seat was empty. Maura panicked, but she didn't have to look far before she saw Jane lying on the floor next to the couch. "You tried to walk on your own," she murmured as she knelt down to her friend's aid. Just as she was about to help her to her feet again, she noticed the damp patch between Jane's legs. "You were trying to get to the bathroom?" she said, reaching out an arm to help her up. She pulled her to her feet and guided her into the bathroom as she said, "I'm going to get you out of these clothes you've been in for days, and then you're going to get in the shower and I'm going to wash you, and then I'll get you some fresh, clean clothes for you to wear."

Jane was just like an empty shell, Maura thought as she undressed her like a rag doll. She didn't have any shyness about seeing the naked human body, and she knew it was necessary to wash and clothe Jane because no one else would do it for her. Once out of the wet clothes, Maura guided Jane to sit in the bath as she turned on the detachable shower head. She pulled it away from the wall and ran the water all over Jane's body. Scattered across her body were multiple scars, still very new and pink. Many bruises had faded, but Maura could still see traces of the severe ones lingering on her skin. As she moved the shower head over Jane's legs, she noticed several more bruises and felt a lump form in her throat. The worst bruises sat at the top of Jane's inner thigh – a wound that Maura knew so well she had even taken to assuming the cause of it when she worked on a case involving it. Every time she saw these bruises, she assumed rape. And every time, she was right.

Trying to push the heart-wrenching thought out of her mind, she stopped staring and continued to wash the rest of Jane's slender figure. She ran the soap over Jane's body: her hands gently brushed against the raised skin of the scars and she bit the inside of her cheek. She was determined not to cry, and she reminded herself of the conversation she had with Frankie earlier. It wasn't her fault that Jane was like this: scarred inside and out. She kept telling herself that as she lifted Jane out the bath; dried off her body, and pulled her into some fresh clothes. Desperately needing to do something else to take her mind off the bruises she had seen, Maura walked Jane to the sofa and retreated to the kitchen.