So the 'oneshot' develops a life of its own, due in no small part to the response of those who have reviewed. I thank you all for that, the reviews to this have been magnificent, and I am pleased that a small forum has opened with considered opinions such as yours attatched to my piece. I have responded to most via PM, but the two I wanted to drop in on weren't available. Mommaj69; See me after class… or at the end of the chapter if you'd rather.

Special thanks goes to the two people who requested a continuation; Dr Hir and smd41271, who gave me a direction to follow before the point at which I had begun to think there was a possibility I may continue (which I expected might be after seeing 5x09, soon now, very soon…). And as for those of you who chose to follow a oneshot; how did you know before I did?!

So here you have it. Up to the end of 'Lost & Found', this time from Maura's perspective.

NB, while I will never write romantic Rizzles, I do see and very much appreciate their relationship and I hope this will satisfy even the most staunch Rizzlers out there.

The call from Jane scared her more than she could admit. She attempted to hide it under positive, assertive action and her professional venire, which had been highly polished by years of practice throughout her working life and even before that, on a more personal level, beginning when she was still just a child. Maura had been prone to over achieving even then, always striving for perfection in all aspects of her life. Later she realised it was all about her need to be in control and to protect herself from the things that scared her. She felt secure with that high gloss screen between herself and others, impervious to anything they cared to throw at her. It had served her well, to a point.

Inside, however, there was the horrible churning, stomach twisting vortex of worry. She could hear Jane's pain as she spoke, it was clear in her pinched words, the tremble and extra gravelly quality of her voice and her very evident struggle for breath. Maura could hear the contortion of Jane's facial muscles pulling her mouth into a grimace as she filled her in on the details of their situation, seeking advice not for herself, but for Tasha. Maura gave the best advice that she could, but with Jane proficient in basic first aid, she had already attended to Tasha's wound as best as she could. At least Maura was able to give reassurance that Jane was doing the right thing and she would be there to support her all the way, even if only through the connection of the phone line, along with assurances that she would get to them.

Her worry couldn't have been as well hidden as she had thought, Jack had picked up on it from the moment she had been connected via the patch from the security office. To his credit he had reacted with instinctive support and little questioning, sensing the immediacy of the need for action, "I'll drive," he offered and for that Maura was intensely grateful as he intuitively did exactly what she needed, therefore enabling her to devote all of her attention to Jane, her plight and that of the girl she was now trying to protect.

Part of her was screaming in anger at her friend for always being the one to put herself in the firing line, but she knew and had long ago accepted that was who her friend was - just as instinctively as she were the one to seek professional detachment. But she wished that Jane had more of an instinct for self-preservation, especially now when it wasn't just her own life which she held in her hands. However Maura knew that it wasn't as simple as throwing a switch, Jane's fierce protective nature of others had always over ridden instincts to protect herself, it was hardwired into her personality. A deep set sense of social responsibility such as that Jane possesses, even if she disguises it with sarcasm, spikey humor and in the most extreme cases pure frustration and righteous anger, is always going to be present, it is the essence of Jane.

Maura's heart had sunk when Jane had told her she'd taken a shot to the vest, even though she had tried to play it down, telling her she was fine, Maura knew that was the source of the discomfort she could hear flowing through each and every word her friend forced out. Worse than that, as their conversation continued, she could hear the resignation growing steadily as her friend weakened.

Maura was unable to prevent the worst case scenario from playing out in her thoughts, but pressing Jane on the issue now could be of no use what so ever. This was an instance of prepare for the worst, hope for the best and if she knew her friend half as well as she thought she did, she thought that Jane would be employing the same tactics.

For now Jane's concern was still focused on the girl and as she was the only one who was able to affect her care and facilitate their escape, Maura did all she could to offer advice which would benefit them both. Keeping Jane focused was more than half of that battle and she knew her friend would not feel comfortable just waiting, Jane did not do well with inaction, forced or not and although Maura's instincts were to tell her to not move, to rest, she also knew that where they were, they were sitting ducks. As did Jane herself. A cop's instincts were to move and she did, just as soon as it became evident that she had done all she could for Tasha, the only other thing she could do was to try and get her out.

Maura found herself talking now to the girl, in an attempt to just keep her going, all the while her own sense of foreboding was growing exponentially and all she wanted to do was to tell Jane to not do anything stupid – No, that wasn't fair, Jane was anything but stupid – perhaps she would have told her to not put herself in further danger, yet Maura knew just as Jane did that with or without action, things could turn equally sour. She knew which course Jane would opt for, her sense of duty would demand it and had the circumstances been different, Maura would have felt nothing but admiration. Now however, she only felt apprehension and in any case, Jane was off the line before she even had a second to order her thoughts. Still she sent out a silent wish, 'Be safe Jane, be safe.'

Arriving at Grand St. she was relieved to see there was already a considerable police presence in the area, she hoped they would find and neutralize the threat swiftly. She forced her way through the cordon with the aid of her knowledge and credentials, but Jack was held up. By that point he had already done everything and more than she could have expected and now she took a moment to thank him for it. "Wait for me," she requested, already knowing he would.

"I want to help," he insisted.

"You already are helping," she said leaving him with a kiss, "you're here."

Maura peeled away, checking the area for Jane's team whom she knew would have arrived before she had. Outside there was a telltale pair of Crown Vics parked between the buildings at the head of the line of parked emergency vehicles, one would be Korsak's and the other Jane's, but there was no sign of Korsak or Frankie, she knew by now they would be inside searching the building. Now she set her sights set on the EMT's who she could see talking with the officers responsible for holding the cordon outside the building, waiting for the call to enter.

She introduced herself and explained that she had been in touch with the officer on scene, and began giving them information they would require to treat them more efficiently. Her training demanded she tell them about Tasha first, as she had in all likelihood suffered an immediately life threatening injury if Jane was right, with trauma to her brachial artery. "You have a teenage girl in there, Tasha, she's sustained a bullet wound to the upper arm, possible arterial damage. She's suffered major blood loss and is probably in shock, but my colleague has applied pressure to slow the bleeding. The second casualty is Jane Rizz…"

She was interrupted by the crackle of the radio with an urgent call for EMT support. The two teams turned heel and ran, weighed down with bags containing essential kit. Then she heard the words she had been dreading, "Officer down."

Acting purely on instinct she had been following behind, but she was held by the uniform at the door. "Ma'am, you have to wait until the scene has been cleared." Maura nodded begrudgingly, as much as she burned to be in there offering assistance, she knew that the EMT's were infinitely more qualified than she was, most likely she would be more of a hindrance than a help.

She stayed with the officer listening to radio traffic coming from within, trying to make sense of any information regarding the condition of Jane and the girl. However the transmissions slowed to a trickle once all the relevant parties were inside.

For the first time since Jane made contact she had pause to reflect and in that moment of forced inactivity all her fears and worries rose to the surface. All the 'what ifs' plagued her imagination and without even a modicum of the control she usually sought, Maura felt useless, scared and utterly bereft.

After what felt like an eternity, activity cranked up once more. The radio spewed back into life with unintelligible information delivered in unfathomable code. She did however catch the words "All clear," and then she saw Korsak leading the way towards the exit. He looked shocked and so very tired, his step heavy and his shoulders slumped. Maura reached him as he stopped to hold open one of the double doors.

Even though she feared the answer, the question came forth without the hesitation she felt in her heart. "Where's Jane?"

Korsak nodded back into the building and through the maze of concrete and dust. Maura could make out a single gurney with Jane on board slowly beginning its transit out of the building.

"It's my fault," Korsak said ashen faced. "I let her go alone, I should have insisted she go with Frankie, or myself…" his words trailed off in guilt.

Maura reached for his arm. "You did your job, just like Jane did hers. You know you can't make her do anything she doesn't want to do, and you certainly can't stop her when she does."

That seemed to help a little. Korsak gave a weak snort and rueful smile. "You're telling me."

"How is she?"

Korsak met her eyes, "I don't know," he said distress both in his expression and his voice "She's pretty banged up, took a round to her vest and it looks like she might have taken a blow to the ribs with a length of pipe without it."

"You informed them of her pregnancy?"

Korsak nodded, "Doc, what if…"

She squeezed his arm a little harder. "She's tough and the baby is low and well cushioned at this stage," she said, but even while trying to reassure him, she felt her own concern grow. The transmission of force through either of those two blows had the potential to cause major trauma. She ordinarily didn't like the idea of luck, but in this instance, she was wishing whole heartedly that it was with them.

Jane's gurney was close now, Frankie was at Jane's side as they rolled her towards the door. Maura grabbed the second door and held it to speed their exit. As they passed she saw that Jane was currently unconscious and had little more colour to her pale face than the drab grey blanket they had draped over her. Maura followed on as they carefully lifted the gurney down the steps, with a final nod to Korsak promising, 'I'll take care of her.'

"How's she doing?" Maura asked as they continued the journey to the ambulance. The EMTs gave her a rundown of the information they had to that point. Not telling her much more than she already knew from Korsak or what she had been able determine based on that information.

"The Sgt. over there said he thought she's still in her first trimester? How far along is she?"

Frankie shrugged apologetically, but it was information Maura had burned into her memory "She's at ten weeks, due her NT scan next week."

"We have a Doppler in the truck, we'll check the fetal heartbeat once we're onboard."

Maura nodded, but her throat tightened at the prospect. As much as a shock as this Pregnancy had been to Jane and despite the less than desirable circumstances with Casey's decision to take the post overseas, along with the conflict Jane had been feeling between her duty at work and the restrictions her pregnancy would have eventually forced her into… Maura caught herself thinking about it in the past tense and berated herself for doing so. If she would only commit to a 'redish brown stain', there was no way she was going to jump to conclusions and give up on her friend, give up on this.

Maura knew Jane never had a second thought about continuing with her pregnancy, she understood, as well her friend did, that this was Jane's chance at motherhood and now Maura found herself wishing to whatever god there may be - even though it was a concept she had long ago given up on - that chance had not be taken away.

Jane began to stir, squinting against the bright summer sun as she came round, Maura tried to push all these thoughts aside and compose herself so that any lingering worry didn't show, but when Jane turned away from her after she tried to reassure her that she'd done well, her words sounding hollow even to herself, Maura knew she had failed.

So MommaJ; yes I know the books and the series are very separate entities, but the fact that Jane was allowed to become a mom while still being a fine and kick ass cop in the books, gave me hope that she would also be afforded that opportunity in TV land - & no, I still don't know that she hasn't, and am hoping that she will.

I will also concede that TV Jane is negative about marriage, and well who can blame her?! IMO there's nothing wrong with that opinion whether there's a pregnancy involved or not. But as for being a mother, I think Book Jane was way more opposed to the idea of children than her televisual alter ego was ever depicted as being. I know she mumbled about never having kids, but I think that was a defence mechanism of someone who has seen way more than their fair share of worldly shit.

I think Jane would make a pretty awesome mom, dry toast or no dry toast.

Anyway that's my take. Again I would like to thank you for your review, there aint nothing wrong with a little healthy debate.

Lastly to you anonymouse, I can not comprehend what three losses such as you have experienced would feel like, its more than anyone should have to go through & I would like to express my deepest sympathies. That you still felt chapter one had some merit is perhaps the highest praise of all. Thank you.

Cheers,
C. Green