She felt a light tingling sensation against her skin. Fingertips were running up and down her arm, and a far away voice was calling her name. Those soft fingertips caused the hair on her arm to stand up. She quickly realized that she cold, but couldn't move. The voice continued to say her name, again and again.

"Maura...Maura, wake up. Come on, Maura," the voice continued.

Maura fought to open her eyes. She blinked twice, trying to get the world to stop spinning. When it finally did settle down, she found one frightened Jane Rizzoli staring back at her.

"Oh, thank god!" Maura heard her say. She felt Jane pick up the front half of her body and pull her into a hug. She heard Jane let out a choked sob and felt Jane's tears against her neck.

"You're alright, you're alright," she repeated, slowly rocking back and forth.

"Ma'am, we need you to step back. She needs to be examined."

Maura felt the warmth against her left check disappear as Jane finally pulled away. As Maura felt Jane's hands slip away, she shot out her arm.

"Don't go."

Jane nodded nervously back. "I'm right here. Let me help you get out." Jane offered her arm and with the help of a medic, slowly lifted Maura out of the car. They brought her to the back of the ambulance and sat her down. Maura didn't let go of Jane's hand.

She stared back emotionless as the medics began to examine her. After shining the light into her eyes and asking mundane questions, the medics confirmed that she may have suffered form a slight concussion. Maura heard Korsak come over and speak in soft tones to Jane.

"We need a statement from the two of you. It looks like Cavanaugh is going to make a deal. He says he can offer the whereabouts to nearly every drug gang leader in the city."

Jane felt the hand around hers tighten. Maura's eyes pleaded back, asking her to stay. Jane squeezed back and turned to her.

"I'll only be a moment. I'll stand right over there and keep an eye on you the whole time, ok?"

Maura looked down and nodded. Jane rubbed her arm, gave her another small squeeze and stood up to talk to the officers. She informed them that she found Cavanaugh's car, opened the hood to remove the engine hose to ensure he couldn't get away, and then went inside. When she saw Maura's broken cell phone on the ground, she turned back and saw Cavanaugh dragging Maura across the street. She crept up, pointed the gun, and waiting unflinchingly for the cavalry to show up. Moments later Frost took her post and after wrestling Cavanaugh's keys from him, which earned her a pop in the mouth, she opened the trunk and nearly cried out when she found Maura unconscious in the trunk.

Jane kept her eyes trained on Maura the entire time she gave her statement, watching as another officer asked Maura to repeat her story. Her heart broke as she saw Maura fidget with a loose strand from the hem of her shirt, which had come unraveled when it caught on the patio gate. As soon as she was done she rushed back over and told the officer to wrap up his interview.

Jane turned to one of the medics, "Will she need to go to the hospital?"

"No, she just needs to keep some ice on the back of her head, and she shouldn't go to bed for another 6 hours in case there was a small concussion."

Jane nodded, and then turned to Korsak. "Where will she go tonight?"

"Witness Protection will look after her in a hotel room until they think she's safe. If Cavanaugh confesses, she may be only be out for a weekend, if she chooses to stay in Boston."

Jane felt her stomach leap into her throat. Maura's arm grabbed hers from behind, as she pleaded, "Jane, please... I can't do this. Please don't let them take me," she wiped away a tear with the back of her hand and whispered, "I'm so scared. I don't think I can do this alone."

Jane knelt down and put her hand on Maura's knee, searching her eyes for the right thing to say. How could she make her feel safe? Especially after telling her she was in good hands when she left her with two people she didn't know this morning. Of course she wouldn't feel safe now, being completely removed from everyone and everything she knows.

"Vince," she said, turning her head towards Korsak, "let me go with her. She needs an officer in the room, and I'm more than capable of-"

"Jane, you know that's not up to me-"

"Well it sure as hell isn't up to Cavanaugh!" she argued, "You're next in command. My orders now come from you,"

Korsak looked into Jane's steely eyes and knew there was no point in arguing. "If you can convince Witness Protection..."

Jane smiled and turned back to Maura. "It's going to be okay. Just give me a few minutes."

And with that, Jane turned on her heel and walked over to the black SUV that had just joined the scene. She pushed back her hair from her face and demanded to see who was in charge.

Jane wheeled Maura's suitcase into the room, which was now filled with two nights clothes for the two of them, and went back to speak to the muscles out front. She told them that they were not allowed to leave their post before speaking directly to her, no matter the time of night. Walking back into the room she found Maura perched on the edge of the bed, staring back at Jane.

"Thank you for coming. I honestly... I'm not sure I would have had it in me to do this alone."

Jane walked to the bed and sat down facing her.

"I wouldn't have let it happen. After making so many stupid mistakes," Jane trailed off, trying to keep her voice steady, "Maura, I was afraid you'd never look at me again for having put you in harm's way."

"What? Jane don't be ridiculous! You've known Cavanaugh for years, none of us would have expected it."

"But I'm a detective! It's my job to protect. It's my job to know when people are lying!" Jane reached out for Maura's hands. "When I kept calling you, and I couldn't get an answer... I was so scared. I was so afraid I wouldn't get there in time."

"But you made it." Maura smiled, pulling her hands from Jane's to brush a fallen strand of hair behind Jane's ears. "Thank you."

Maura furrowed her brow as she examined her face. "Oh Jane, you're hurt! Why didn't you get this checked out?"

"Huh? Oh yeah," Jane said, bringing her hand to her lip, "Cavanaugh knocked me when I reached down to get his keys. Guess I hadn't thought about it since, with everything going on."

Maura didn't say anything. With a small smile she got off from the bed and moved to the bathroom. Jane heard the sound of water running from the sink faucet. When Maura returned, she was dabbing a wash cloth into the bowl of water.

"Here," Maura's voice came out softly. Jane felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as Maura leaned in to dab the washcloth against the cut in her lip.

Jane let out a small noise from the pressure.

"Sorry," Maura said and lessened the pressure, "I just wanted to make sure the wound was cleaned. I forget what it's like working with people instead of bodies..."

"No, it's okay," Jane murmured back. "It's fine."

Maura smiled and continued the dab, leaning in to make sure the cut appeared clean. Jane felt herself go cross-eyed as Maura leaned closer, causing Maura to giggle. She leaned in closer on purpose to make her do it again, and all of a sudden found herself almost nose to nose with Jane.

Unsure of what to do with herself, Jane laughed and pushed her back.

"My mom use to tell me my eyes would get stuck like that whenever I would tease Frankie," Jane paused and then asked, "Is that even true?"

"When the eyes fatigue, they revert back to their central position. Just an old wives tale."

"Yeah, probably just Ma trying to get me to quit looking like an idiot."

Maura smiled and continued to stare at Jane.

"What? Was is it? Is there something on my face?"

"It's just that I've spent my whole life feeling like I was out of place. I've never felt like a part of my family. I never fit in at school. But when I look at you," she took a deep breath, "I feel like I belong."

Jane was unsure how to respond. She decided to forgo words. She brought her arms around Maura and pulled her to rest against her and leaned them both against the headboard. Maura snuggled in and closed her eyes.

"Hey," Jane whispered, peeking an eye open, "no sleeping."