Shots we're fired. Just as Korsak and Frankie arrived at the scene. They knew then that Jane was in trouble. There was no doubt about it. They ran through scenarios in their heads and hoped Jane would be okay. Thought about how they would tell Maura if the worst was to come.
"Jane!" Frankie called, searching for her, as the two split off to look for the detective and growing increasingly worried the longer he didn't receive a response for. "Jane!" He kept on calling, hoping he would find her Alive.
"I'm here." She called weakly.
"Jane!" Frankie exclaimed with relief and ran over to help her, also calling to get a paramedic down, seeing she had been shot on the arm. "Are you okay?" He asked, despite knowing she clearly wasn't and looked for something in order to temporarily bandage the wound until help came.
"Yeah. I've just been shot Frankie." She answered as if it was no big deal.
"It looks like I bad shot though Jane." He responded concerned and decided to wrap his jacket around her arm.
"Frankie. You'll ruin it." Jane moaned.
"Jane It's okay. I don't mind." He responded and sat with her until the paramedic came, following her to the ambulance and wishing her goodbye.