Groaning at the pounding in her head, the brunette agent did her best to open her suddenly heavy eyes. "Jane?" She rasped, slowly picking up her head to look around her. "Jane?"

The midnight eyed woman used her hands to push her body up as much as she could, the debris that had landed on her body almost pinning her to the floor. Emily quickly found herself grimacing at the pain that radiated throughout her body, but kept her arms strong as she pulled herself forward to get out from underneath the heavy wood and plaster on her back. Finally getting out from under everything that had fallen on her, the brunette woman looked around her, a hand to her head. "Jane? Are you ok?"

Emily took in a deep breath as she tried to focus her eyes on the scene around her. Broken up bits of marble from the kitchen, charred wood and destroyed plaster and glass lay around her, the smell of smoke wafting through the air.

"Emily?"

The ebony haired agent turned to the sound of the familiar voice, her heart dropping at the sight of the Italian woman stuck between the wall over by the apartment's door and the coffee table that was blown across the room. She grimaced slightly as she became dizzy with every little movement she made to make her way over to the other brunette on her hands and knees. "Jane, are you alright?"

Jane shakily nodded her head. "It hurts," she winced, her fingers carving into the wooden floor as she tried to pick herself up.

Emily's arms flexed as she threw one of the pieces of debris off of the younger woman's body, her eyes widening when she saw what was keeping Jane stuck in her spot. "Jane..."

"What is it?"

Hearing the sirens outside the building, Emily tried her best to breathe a sigh of relief. If the paramedics could get into the apartment then maybe they had a chance of the Boston police detective not bleed out.

There was a shard of glass piercing through the left side of her stomach, a piece of hard plaster forcing her to lie in her place on the ground.

Taking in a breath, Emily shook her head. "You're going to be just fine, ok?"

Jane let out what sounded like a cross between a groan and a gentle whine, the pain in her side becoming much more pronounced as she tried to get herself up off of the floor. "Emily, what is it? I can't get up."

The older brunette quickly shook her head, ignoring the pain she felt as she did it, and set her hand to Jane's shoulder. "Don't try to move," she insisted, thanking God that she heard the sound of firefighters raising a ladder to the living room window so they could be rescued. "You're going to be alright, it's just a stab wound."

Jane's brown eyes flickered up to those of the older woman and shook her head. "Not how it usually feels," she muttered, clutching the FBI agent's hand to try and ease some of the pain.

Emily refused to let her fear show in those doe eyes she had, stripping off her blazer and holding it to the part of the beautiful woman's open wound that was bleeding profusely. "I'm not going to take the glass out because then you'd bleed out even faster than you are now, ok? We're just gonna have to try and stop what we can by putting pressure on it."

The younger woman chuckled, her tired eyes blinking slowly. "Maura would be proud that you know that."

Bending her head so she could look directly into those eyes that she knew could trap her with an ease, the ivory woman shook her head. "You're going to be ok," she nodded, knowing that Jane was close to letting the power of sleep overtake her. "And you wanna know why?"

"Why?" she sighed.

Emily smiled wide, her eyes blinking back the tears that sprung into them at the sound of a firefighter climbing through the broken window. "Because we have another date to go on."

The small smile on the Italian detective's face said everything that Emily needed to hear.

"Are you two alright?"

Emily felt her heartbeat quicken at the sight of her friend's eyes beginning to close. "We need a medic!" Her hand shook the brunette's shoulder as gently as she could, but hard enough to try and wake up the now sleeping woman. "Jane, you have to wake up. Jane?"