A bright light pierced through the darkness and made her eyes water. She could see the dust of the room dance and spiral in the beam of luminescence and it seemed to hypnotize her, even though she could see it grow shorter as the person walked towards her. She tried to hold her arms out in front of her to push the person away, feeling their sinister laugh echo in her ears, but they wouldn't move. She couldn't kick either and she felt helpless. The flash light turned and glowed up the person's face, bringing shadows up their face and making their nostrils glow red. It felt like a horror movie, but the plot was unclear.

The person grinned and the light illuminated his teeth as he hissed and a string of saliva flew out. She turned her face to avoid it, but it hit her cheek and then his breath was against her skin and his arms around her waist. He dug his fingernails into her flesh and breathed in her scent and all she wanted was to go home. Home, where she was safe and could shower away all the germs that she felt were eating away at her body. She began to shake her body, gradually turning it into a fit. His arms came around to her front to hold her still but then she swung her head forward and made contact with his.

She kept moving, hoping that she would break free of her restraints so she could run, but then his hands were back on her shoulders and were shaking her and screaming her name. She kept thrashing, wanting for him to let go, but then he was straddling her and she couldn't move her legs again. She felt his hands grow smaller and softer, but they still dug into her skin. Her arms were pulled down by her side and then she felt the breath on her neck again, and then... a kiss? She turned her head and opened her mouth to scream, but a hand came over her mouth. She bit it as hard as she could and began her thrashing again.

He let go of her and sat up, still straddling her. She thought she was free, but then she felt a burning slap across her cheek and she opened her eyes. Maura sat above her, a trickle of blood making its way down the side of her head. She stopped moving completely, almost like she was tranquilised, and then looked around her. The bed was a mess, her glass of water from the bedside table had been knocked to the ground and had smashed, leaving shards of glistening glass in a pool of water. Maura's skin was clawed at and red and she was now sucking on the bite on her hand, trying to stop the pain. Her eyes were moist and red like she'd been crying, but then something tickled her ear, and she shivered. She brought a hand to the throbbing pain on her forehead and sat bolt upright, almost colliding with Maura again.

"What happened?"

"You were having a bad dream," Maura stated as calmly as she could, although her voice was gravelly with emotion. "A really bad dream."

"What... what did I do?"

"You, um... you were shaking, so I turned the light on, and rolled over to hold you, but then you lost it... you were just..." Maura's voice faded off as her tears began to flow again, prompting Jane to lean in and hold her this time. Maura pushed back harshly and rolled off Jane. She got out of bed and pulled out a jumper to put on. Jane crawled to the edge of the bed and reached out to Maura, but she flinched away again.

"Maura!"

"Don't, Jane."

"I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought you were him!"

"Him, who?"

"The guy who was holding me." Maura sat down on the chair in the corner of her room and stared at Jane, waiting for her to continue. The blood drying on her skin didn't seem to bother her anymore. "I...um, I think... I think I was you." Maura tilted her head in confusion and furrowed her eyebrows. "I think I was you shackled against the wall, and 'he' was Officer Brian." A shiver shot down Maura's spine and she got off the chair and crossed over to Jane slowly.

"Oh, Jane..."

"He wasn't doing anything bad, but I couldn't move and I didn't want him near me. I think when he grabbed me, it was actually you trying to wake me up."

"Jane, I'm sorry," Maura whispered as she knelt down in front of a cold and naked Jane. She reached behind the brunette and pulled the blanket up and over her shoulders.

"No, Maur; it's my fault. I made you bleed, I bit you!" Jane lolled her head forward and began sobbing. She was livid with herself at how she'd hurt, physically hurt, her love. Her body began shaking again, but not from the cold. She brought her hand up to ram her palm into her forehead in anger, but she screamed in frustration and pain and pulled back when her forehead began throbbing again. The blood started to ooze out again, and ran down the front of her face this time. Maura grabbed her hands and held them to her chest as she leaned in to whisper to Jane.

"It's not your fault. It's his fault. It's his fault."

"But, why... why is this... happening?"

"I don't know. It's almost like-"

"Like I'm having your PTSD."

"Yeah," Maura whispered as she pressed a gentle kiss to Jane's cheek. The brunette rolled her face into Maura's and pressed her nose into the softness of the blonde's cheek, inadvertently smearing it with blood. "Do you want to have a shower? Clean this blood off you, then I can patch you up."

"Okay," Jane agreed, pulling back, but then she remembered Maura's head as well. "Oh, Maura; your head." She reached out to stroke her hair and pull it out of the blood, and Maura closed her eyes.

"I'll be alright. Let's just get you cleaned up." She helped Jane to the bathroom, then closed the door and turned back to her messy bedroom splattered with blood and tears. It looked like a crime scene.

Jane stood in front of the mirror with the fluorescent light on, illuminating every cut and bruise that she had inflicted on her own body. She'd clawed at her sides to the point of them bleeding, and she could see bruises across her ribs like she'd been beaten up. She had scrapes down the insides of her calves from her toenails and then she noticed the blood underneath them too. She turned around, expecting to see her back covered with scratches too, but it was just red and sore instead. She supposed she'd thrashed and wriggled around so much that even Maura's soft sheets had soon turned to sandpaper against her skin.

She gave up looking at her wounds, the memory of it all happening becoming too much. She turned the shower on and stepped in, stifling a scream of pain as the water dipped into every open cut on her skin. She used to wonder how people with mental illnesses could do so much damage to themselves with only their bare hands, but now she understood. It was so easy to do, and that scared her. If Maura hadn't had the gumption to slap her awake when she had, she most likely would've kept struggling and biting and clawing at herself and her girlfriend. She turned her back under the spray and winced as the cool mid night air pierced her open nerves.

She dipped her head back, wetting her hair, but as soon as one stray trickle of water made its way down Jane's forehead, she jerked forward in pain and pressed her forehead to the glass door. Even though it made the cut hurt more, she had to put pressure on it until it stopped and until she could function beyond the pain again. She heard a knock on the door, and she automatically voiced that she was alright, watching her breath steam up the glass, before a drop of blood split through it. Slowly she edged her way back under the water until she was completely under, and the pain didn't matter anymore.

Maura had first cleaned up the broken glass on Jane's side, making sure she'd gathered every last piece of glass, then pulled all the sheets off the bed to wash them. She had just finished remaking the bed when she was coming back out to the kitchen to grab some paper towels for when she would patch Jane up when there was a knock on the back door. She opened it and let Angela in, who was in quite a state of worry and began following Maura everywhere; no matter how much she said that everything was alright.

"Okay, Angela," Maura said as she spun around and almost ran into Angela who was hot on her heels. "Sit down and I will tell you," to which the elder Rizzoli dutifully sat on the edge of a kitchen stool. "Jane had a bad dream, where she was me when I was held captive and she sort of... went crazy."

"What!?"

"She did this," she said pointing to her now bandaged forehead," and this," holding her hand up with a big Band-Aid across it. "And she did some damage to herself and the room, but she's in the shower now, and she's fine."

"Maura..."

"She's fine," Maura said with a pause in between her words. "She's just sore and sorry, so I'm going to call Vince and tell him that Jane won't be in tomorrow, and then I'm going to go to work in the morning and see what I can ask Susie to do so that I can come back home."

"Because, she'll be a mute around me; a moody mute," Angela finished. Maura nodded and then walked Angela back to the guest house and moved back upstairs to check on Jane. Jane had gotten out of the shower and had pulled on the baggy pants Maura had left out for her. She'd rolled up her pants and began cleaning the scrapes on the inside of her legs when Maura came in.

"Do I need to bandage these?"

"I shouldn't think so. They'll be painful either way."

"They'll all be painful either way," Jane mumbled to herself, to which Maura pressed a lingering kiss to the top of the brunette's damp head.

"I really just want to put some strapping over a few of these on your tummy and the one on your head," she said as she got out the strapping and antiseptic cream. Jane rolled down her pants and wriggled back into the middle of the bed so she could lie down for Maura to fix her up. She closed her eyes and flexed her hands when it stung, but relaxed when Maura pressed a kiss to the sore spot once it was bandaged. Next was her forehead and she took in a few deep breaths before she let Maura start. It was over much quicker than she thought and so she sat up and watched Maura clean up then wriggled aside for the blonde to crawl into bed with her.

"I don't feel like sleeping," she said, rather comfortable in her upright seated position.

"Well," Maura said as she leaned over and grabbed her laptop. "Why don't we watch something?"

"Yes, please." Maura opened up a tab and clicked on her link for YouTube, then handed it to Jane for her to search something. Jane's fingers hovered over the keys, but nothing happened, like she didn't know what to watch, but Maura felt it was something else. "I'm sorry, Maura."

"So am I, Jane; but it's all over now, so let's just relax." Jane sighed and began sliding down into her pillows before she stiffened and winced, then sat back up. "As much as we can," Maura joked, earning her a little shove from Jane.

A/N I know this chapter is a little more serious and a little less fluffy, but I made myself cry when I was writing it, so that's something xo