There's a review about the CPR and ambulance scene. I just realize CPR really isn't necessary there. I'm not paying attention. But I like the scene and come out with 'reason' behind Jane's action. Thank you for whoever you are for pointing it out. The idea for the earlier scene in this chapter comes from you.

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"You performed CPR on her and called ambulance? She just fainted."

"Your weren't there Korsak. So, don't talk like you know everything." Jane sighed under her breath. She tried not to get defensive. Korsak was questioning her heroic act of saving a woman's life back in the Dirty Robbers.

Korsak softened his feature. He didn't mean it that way. "Can you tell me what's really happening then? I'm all ears." He was relieved to notice Jane's small smile. Frost was giving him a thumb up to which he rolled his eyes at.

"Fine. Well, you know, she was hyperventilating. You should see her Korsak. With hand pressed over her heart, I thought she was having a heart attack. Her skin changed color. I checked her pulse first, I swear, and I'm losing her."

"You panicked and called for ambulance." Frost finished it for her.

"Thank you." Jane acknowledged him. Though she knew both of them were looking at her weirdly. She wasn't the type that panic easily. She was Jane Rizzoli, the only female detective in the Homicide Department. She was badass.

"Thanks goodness she was fine, wasn't she? I heard she ran out of the Robbers and away from the EMT." Korsak commented as he exchanged glances with Frost.

"Afraid of needles or something, I don't know. She was fine, that's all that matter." Jane scratched on her eyebrows. Dark brown eyes flickered back and forth from her partner and the computer screen in front of her.

Frost jerked his brow up, questioning her stare. "What? I shaved this morning."

Jane rolled her eyes. Why should she care if he shaves or not? "You didn't hear anything about the woman I saved, did you?"

"Um, no? Should I?"

"No. Nevermind." Jane went back to her work but her mind was twirling inside her head.

The woman was Maura Isles, their new Chief ME. The Chief Medical Examiner ran away after fainted at a local police bar, what a title for news. Jane didn't know the details but this woman must be powerful enough to not having any rumour spread like wildfire. Not that what happened worth any kind of fire.

Jane recalled their encounter this afternoon. The woman was not someone Jane recognized. Nothing looked familiar but when those hazel pair of eyes got teary and staring at her, it reminded her of something similar happened in the past, or an event her mother told Jane. A 18 years old Jane made a girl cried. And no, Jane wasn't some kind of playgirl.

Perhap the forgotten memory triggered her panic reaction. She wasn't thinking the way she should have. She was a Homicide Detective for goodness sake and this bothered her.

Who was this Maura D. Isles?

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Jane's 15 years ago

"Hey Dorthea, I'm starving. Let's grab some lunch, please. We can eat outside if you hate the cafeteria foods." Jane almost whined. Her new friend was so hard to be invited it seemed. She wanted to see her face one more time. Maybe she should tiptoe toward Maura's territory and sneak up on her, pull off the fluffy beanie and mask but it wasn't appropriate. Jane hated the thought of offending that girl.

This third floor was always empty. No one would bother to come here when there was nothing worthy to see for highschool students. The floor was for old, very very old books that Jane herself didn't bother to peek into. She was just here because she had to. Her punishment for misspelling some words in class had her on this writing duty for a week.

Now that a week almost over, she found a friend and they seemed to click, Jane wanted to be friend outside the library as well. Her mother was really excited that her boyish daughter made a female friend outside of the team. Her sport friends were as tough as Jane, not so ladylike according to Angela Rizzoli.

She realized Dorthea wasn't answering like normally and hesitantly got up from her seat. "You there?"

She didn't bother to check whether her friend was there or not when she first arrived because the girl was always there before her. They will spend time together in silence, only talking about whatever came in mind and it just felt comfortable for Jane.

"Dorthea?" The brunette called out again. "Hey?"

Jane frowned. "Ah, maybe it's her flu." She said to herself. She sat back down and picked up her pen again. Guess she was on her own today then.

Jane continued to copy the text from a thick old book again and ignored her growling tummy.

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It had been three days and no sight of her library friend. Jane marched toward the infirmary.

"Excuse me." She knocked on the door and opened it.

"Oh, Jane. What is it? Do you need band aid or some sport spray?" Annette, the school nurse asked. She was no longer surprised seeing Jane. The brunette was the frequent there.

Jane shook her head and closed the door slowly behind her. "I need a favor." She said to the nurse.

"What's wrong Jane?" Annette closed the file she was reading.

"I need Maura Isles' house number and address." Jane said.

That's right. She knew Dorthea's real name. She was there when the nurse searched for the girl's information in the school data. She saw the name along with Dorthea's profile picture. Fair skin, strawberry blonde hair, a pair of hazel eyes and light freckles scattered all over her face. The picture was nothing like the one laying on the bed behind them at that time. She blamed it on the flu the girl was having and those excess layer of clothing she had on. Pinkish cheeks, swollen eyes, there were puffs of hot breath coming out from the girl's mouth, Dorthea still looked pretty though.

Dorthea.. Maura..

"The girl you brought here last week? May I at least know the reason why? You know we can't simply leak out our students private information to anyone, right?"

"Aunt Annette please!"

"Jane, do not call me aunt. We are at school and I'm not that old!"

Jane rolled her eyes. "You're my aunt. And I'm going to keep calling you that until you give up what I want."

"Jane.." Annette sighed. Her niece was as stubborn as her father, fortunately wasn't as stupid as him. She heard about Jane getting along with a new friend at school. Her sister in law wouldn't stop gushing about it whenever they had chance to meet up.

"Come on. She hadn't come to the library and maybe to the school too. I'm just worried. She still had her flu even after a week. Annette, please!"

"Giving you those info you're asking for really isn't against the rule but I have to tell you this first." Annette got up from the leather chair and went to Jane's side.

A frown appeared on the brunette's forehead. "W-What is it?" She didn't like the way her aunt looked at her, those eyes worried her.

"Maura Isles is no longer in our school system. Therefore, giving you the info is impossible, well not really but I'm no longer having the access to her profile since she isn't a student. Jane, Maura isn't coming to this school anymore." Annette squeezed Jane's shoulder to comfort her. She fully understood Jane's feeling. Her niece had grown attached to her new friend without she realized it. It must be painful for Jane.

All the way home Jane wondered why Dorthea didn't say anything to her.

I thought we are friends.

She sighed as she looked up at the blinking green pedestrian light.

We never have lunch together too..

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A female in her late teen, victim of yesterday's hit and run, finally opened her eyes here at Mass General. She was reported to have a head injury and bone fractures. Fortunately, all her vital organs were fine and she will be able to heal properly.

Her head was fine as well but the Italian American girl had lost the entire of her last week's memory. How strange. According to the doctor in change, no other effect of her head injury was found.