Applies across all the Chapters because I will inevitably forget! None of them are mine – they belong to Tess, Janet and TNT. All typing errors are mine! Promos for S4 and Olivia and Amanda finally vacating my mind allowed me to get somewhere with this. I've part of Ch. 2 written, when I finish it and put it up. It'll probably be M hence why this is in the M section now! Enjoy

Chapter 1

The silence in the house was deafening. Jo Friday was at Maura's. Tommy and TJ were asleep and Frankie was at work. And Angela…

3 moths earlier:

The reception of BPD was its usual busy self on Monday morning. There was a mix of hobos and petty thieves and recovering social drinkers who'd lost phones/wallets/been jumped over the weekend and were only sober enough to report it now. In fact if the hobos and petty thieves had a chat with the hung-over people they'd probably find that they had the solution to each other's problems. If the hobos or petty thieves hadn't stolen their property they'd certainly be able to teach them about the dangers of alcohol. In many cases it was the reason most of them ended up on the street or robbing for a living.

As Jane sipped the non-fat latte Maura had insisted she start drinking because she had to start 'looking after herself if she wanted to find a desirable mate', Jane smiled as she thought of the three sugars she'd just put in her cup that she was never, on pain of death going to tell Maura about. She heard someone shout 'Vanilla' – she couldn't mistake that voice – Rondo. But as quick as she heard the voice she heard a gunshot. Survival mode kicked in. She reached for her gun, as she took cover. She heard two sounds, screaming as those without a gun were running in every direction and those who had a gun and were reaching for their holsters.

The reception area and coffee shop were silent as the melee died down and a terrifying silence replaced the buzz that had been going on just seconds earlier. Jane crept forward on her haunches and reached the door of the coffee shop, which allowed her to peer into the hall. She could see Rondo and a guy about her height with his arm around Rondo's neck with a gun to his head, hand shaking so the gun was moving around wildly. Jane assessed the floor quickly. There were two detectives, one from vice and Frost, standing at the door to the elevators. The detective from vice had a coffee in his hand – 'very bright Jane thought – throw that on him that'll make him drop the gun'. Frost had his weapon drawn - well at least someone knows what they're doing she thought.

Frost was the first to speak 'Hey man, what's with the gun? There's a lot of people around here could get hurt'

'Shut up man – I ain't got time for you talking rubbish'. Where's this Detective Rizzo? No one answered. 'Someone answer me or I'm gona blow this guys head off'. Frost continued to try and keep him calm. 'There's no Detective Rizzo working here man, come on put the gun down'. He pushed the gun to Rondo's temple; 'What's her name fool?' Rondo answered in a strangled tone 'I don't know'. 'Of course you know idiot boy, I saw you talkin to her'. He started to count down 'when I get to 1 you're gona die, you ready? '3,2…' 'Rizzoli, Rondo screamed, Rizzoli, her names, Detective Rizzoli'. Frost kept calm his expression never changing. 'Detective Rizzoli isn't here yet, she's not on until midday'. 'Ok well I suppose I'm just gona have to kill her friend Rondo so she gets here quicker'. The man was getting more agitated and moving closer to the coffee shop which still had some patrons cowering under tables, including Kate and Jamie, Officer Harvey's wife and new baby who were waiting for him to get off shift. Jane made a decision in that second, as she looked at the tiny baby asleep in his mother's arms. She stood up and walked towards the hall. She got to the door of the coffee shop when she heard a voice scream 'Janie no'. Then she heard a shot and instinct kicked in as she ducked and rolled, and heard a second and then third shot. As she regained her balance and stood screaming once again filled the air.

She looked ahead of her; Rondo and the shooter were on the floor, blood visible on both. Frost was running towards them. What happened? Her mind was in overdrive. She moved to Rondo, he was breathing, talking, eyes open, wincing a bit but conscious, a gunshot wound to his right arm. His captor was conscious with a gunshot wound to his right shoulder and blood on his head from where he hit it when he fell. Jane heard a scream behind her. It was Maura. Jesus the third shot – was she hit? She turned and ran towards the scream, which seemed to have come from the café. 'Maura?' No one answered. There was someone on the floor but Maura was kneeling beside them. 'Maura what the…' She saw Maura's hands covered in blood pressed to her mother's stomach trying to stem the bleeding. 'Someone give me a towel please?' 'Ma. Oh My God, Ma. Maura what happened?' She knew she was asking the most obvious question ever but her brain had vacated her body. She felt like she was hovering above the entire scene. 'ETA on the EMT's anyone' Maura shouted to no one in particular. '3 minutes out doc' Harvey shouted as he cradled his son and wife in the same position under the table.

'Ok I need something to stem the blood flow. Can someone please give me a sweater or a clean towel she asked, this time more irritated'

Jane fell to her knees beside her mother as she took off her jacket and handed to Maura. Angela's eyes were open and as Jane put her arm under her head she turned slightly to look at her only daughter.

'Janie…' Angela said in a strained voice

'No Ma, don't try to talk, it's ok I'm here. Maura is gona sort you out. It's fine'.

'Janie, tell Frankie…'

'Ma, stop talking, it's ok, Frankie will be here in a minute'

'Don't let… don't let… him see me'

'Angela you need to stop talking now' Maura said, looking towards the door with real concern, wishing the EMT's would hurry up. Jane's jacket was soaked in blood and it wasn't stemming the bleeding.

Jane could hear Rondo in the distance hollering 'Vanilla, is Mrs. Vanilla alright? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry'

'Ma it's ok, everything is going to be ok. You've the best doctor in the world looking after you and the EMT's are just here' Jane heard the sirens approach.

As she said the last words she realised that her mum had slipped out of consciousness.

She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears as she began to panic and swallowed the bile that was rising in her throat.

'Ma?' She put her hand down, her instinct to shake her. But Maura stopped her, taking her hand in her own and squeezing it tight.

'Jane we need to let the EMT's in. Jane? Jane?' Maura's voice eventually penetrated Jane's thoughts as she felt the ME stand behind her and pull her into a standing position.

'Ma, ma can you hear me Ma?

'Jane she's not conscious. They're going to move her now. She's strong Jane.'

Jane turned herself around in Maura's arms and felt the doctor hold her tight as she watched the EMT's load her mother onto a stretcher over her shoulder, checking her vitals and speaking. Their lips were moving but Jane didn't hear what they were saying. All she could see was her mother's body on the stretcher not moving, pale and bleeding.

'Ma?' Jane asked again through her tears. She buried her head into Maura's shoulder and shook as the tears streamed down her face. She tried to pull back and Maura knew she was going to try and go in the ambulance. She also knew that Jane was going to go through a tirade of emotions in 3 minutes flat, her usual MO. when it came to things like this. The shock would wear off and she'd start to get angry. Then she's start to become tense and anxious and eventually she'd start to get in the way of the EMT's as they tried to do their best which wouldn't be good enough for Jane. Maura knew she had to get Jane into a squad car behind the ambulance, it was the only way everyone would survive the trip to the hospital. Frost seemed to have read her mind and there was an unmarked car and a squad car at the door, both with their blue lights flashing. Jane began to move but she was unsteady on her feet. Maura wrapped an arm around her waist and steadied her as they walked to the car. Frankie was already in the unmarked car with Korsak driving. Jane and Maura were ushered into the back of the marked car and the procession made it's way sirens blaring, lights flashing to the hospital.

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