I'm really going out on a limb here. Science Fiction I know and love. Fantasy, I'm not so good with. But, as I was reading the Rizzoli and Isles fan fiction this idea literally came out of know where. So I put it to computer. Now I'm going to put it to you, the reader, and see what you think about.

I really need input for this. I'm totally out of my comfort zone with this little story and if I'm totally destroying the Jane/Maura dynamic I'll shut it down.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rizzoli and Isles. I don't even have a rent to buy option.

"You really should come to the winter ball, dear. It will be quite the occasion this year. Garret will be taking his family's seat on the Court."

Maura rolled her eyes. She should have known that the first call from her mother in eight months was about the Court's Winter Ball. The Court. She let out a snort of contempt. The magi court hadn't had any real power in hundreds of years. Even the European families had let go of most of the traditions. She didn't understand why families in America couldn't do the same. Especially considering they had fought a war to get out from under a king and his court to found the country.

"Mother, I haven't attended one of those since I was twelve. I disliked every second of it then. I have neither the desire nor patience to go to one now."

"But darling, Garrett is still very much interested in you. This would be the perfect time…"

"I'm not interested in him. I will not be part of that world. I have my own career, my own goals, and my own dreams. I will not marry someone simply because of the way it looks or how it betters my social standing. I'm certainly not going to marry to better your social standing."

"Maura, be reasonable. With this marriage you could become…"

Maura knew what was coming and felt anger begin to creep up her spine. "Really mother. You want to have this conversation again about status? We both know that even though I am legally your daughter that the fact I am not blood matters in your world, to your friends. You would have me marry someone I don't love simply to fit in?"

"Maura."

"No. I have a calling. My gifts and my training have given me a purpose in life. If you don't understand or appreciate that, it isn't my problem. It fulfills me. I don't care what you, or your society friends think about it."

Detective Vince Korsak appeared at the ME's door. Seeing her on the phone he mouthed "Should I come back?"

Maura waved him into the office. "I have to go mother. There is a detective in my office." Maura ended the call without waiting for a response. Maura smiled. "What can I do for you Vince?"

Detective Korsak sat down on the couch in the ME's office. Korsak was a sergeant detective in the special project's department of the Boston Police Department. That was the department that caught all the cases that involved the strange and bizarre. As a result, everyone in the division was a magic user. Several even had specific gifts. Korsak had the gift of precognition. He couldn't divine the future consciously or deliberately, but his flashes of insight had helped to solve more than one major case and saved many lives along the way. In her four months as Chief Medical Examiner for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, he was the closest thing to a friend Maura had made. "I was hoping we could go over some of the findings from the latest attack scene. I had some questions, but I can come back if you are busy."

"No, detective, not busy as all. In fact I was looking for a polite way to get out of that conversation."

"Doc, I've told you can call me Vince."

"And I've told you to call me Maura."

Korsak smiled. "What? You don't like the nickname Doc?"

Maura returned the smile while shaking her head. "What did you need Vince?"

He sat the reports down on the table in front of the sofa as Maura got up from her desk to join him. "I wanted to make sure I had the timeline down right."

Forty minutes later, there hadn't been a break through, but Korsak had a much better handle on the order and timing of events of the latest killing. Korsak was in the middle of asking another question when his phone rang. When he saw who was calling, he grimaced.

Bringing the phone to his ear, he skipped any greeting. "Where are you?" "What! Are you out of your mind?" Korsak jumped up from the sofa, bumping the table and knocking the files to the floor. He didn't even notice. "NO! I'm on my way! Damn it, Jane! I mean it, wait." Korsak turned heading for the door when the feeling struck him. It wasn't even an image like normal, just an idea, an itch at the back of his mind. He turned and looked at the ME. It went against all of his training and experience to bring an untrained person to a situation like this, but he had learned through hard experience to never to ignore his intuitions.

"Doc. Come with me."

Maura was hesitant for a second, but the look on Vince's face stopped her protest. She walked over to her desk, grabbed her bag, and followed him out of her office.

As the elevator opened into to the parking garage, Korsak pulled his phone back out and called dispatch. He gave them an address and told them that an officer needed assistance. As they made their way to Vince's patrol car they passed a group of uniforms carrying their lunch. Vince's almost looked shocked when he saw them.

"Frankie!" He pointed to the uniform leading the group. "You guys follow me."

The young patrolman looked at the detective with a smile until he got a good look at his expression. "What's wrong Korsak?"

"It's Jane."

The four patrolman dropped the bags they were holding onto the ground and sprinted for their cars. The three vehicles blasted out of the garage in a whirlwind of speed and sound heading for the last known location of Detective Jane Rizzoli.

Korsak jammed the breaks as he got to the address he had been given. Before he exited the car he turned to Maura. "Don't get out of this car. The keys are in the ignition. If things go badly, if you hear anything, you leave."

"I can't abandon…"

Vince cut her off. "You leave, Maura!" With that he kicked the door open and headed toward the house. The last words she heard him say were "Frankie, Manny, with me. You two go around back."

As she watched them disappear through the front door, she slid herself over into the driver's seat. She still wasn't sure she could actually leave, but she would try and do what she was asked. The minutes began to drag out, more officers began arriving on scene. The arrival of more people immediately made Maura feel better. That feeling came to a crashing halt when she saw Vince emerge from the front of the house.

"I need a medic." He shouted.

Technically, Maura wasn't a medic, she was the coroner. She had given up a life in emergency medicine for a life speaking for the dead. She had tried working on the living, but every time she failed it took a little piece of her soul. When people found out that she could wield healing magic, a rare and difficult gift among the magi, her failure felt even greater. Given her training and her gifts, her patients and their loved ones thought she could fix anything, but doing that was beyond anyone's abilities. The pressure finally pushed her out of working on the living.

None of that mattered when she saw one of her (only) friends crying for help. She reacted instinctively. She opened the door and left the car. She began running toward him, not even sure what she was going to do. Maura didn't know who was hurt until he turned sideways to go down the steps of the house so as not to lose his balance. That's when Maura recognized the person he was carrying. It was Detective Rizzoli. Maura remembered the first time she had met the detective. She had been undercover with vice and dressed as a prostitute. Maura had tried to pay for her breakfast in the café believing that she actually was one. She had even given her the money while wearing crime scene gloves. She had been mortified when she realized that she was actually a police officer. She had since seen the young detective many times, having become Vince's partner. She was often in the morgue asking after cases or watching autopsies. They had even had lunch together in the café once. That's when Maura found out she was the youngest person ever to become a member of special projects.

"Korsak!" She exclaimed as she reached him. "Put her down. What happened?"

Korsak gently laid the unconscious woman on the ground. "He used black fire. Look at her hands." Maura could hear the terror in his voice. Black fire was a truly awful magic. It not only burned matter, it burned the very magic a person carried. Maura could tell from the condition of the woman's hands that she must have been actually casting a spell when the fire touched her. "What spell was she casting when it hit?"

"She wasn't. She's a source. That's why the damage is so bad. Dr. Isles," Korsak looked up into the doctor's eyes. She could see the panic, fear, and desperation there. "Maura, please help her." Korsak didn't know why he thought she could help, he could only hope that he had brought her to help Jane.

A source. A magi that doesn't need intricate spells and devices of power to perform magic. The magic came from themselves. She was a kindred spirit, like Maura herself. Maura nodded her head and looked at the woman laying in front of her. Should could be sleeping except for the horrible purple and black burns starting just below her elbows extending all the way to the tips of her fingers. Maura noticed, not for the first time, the long and delicate her fingers were as she examined the damage. Her hands were so badly burned it looked as if they were coated in tar.

"Of course. Of course. I'll try." She didn't even have time to wonder why he thought she could help. She hadn't told anyone about her abilities. She didn't have time, because all the old fears over took her. If she couldn't help the detective, would Korsak forgive her? Would she forgive herself? She decided it didn't matter, she had to try.

Maura closed her eyes and held her hands just inches above the unconscious woman, letting the power course through her and seep into the person beyond.

"Doc?" Korsak gasped. "You're a healer?"

Maura ignored the question concentrating on the task at hand. The process began like it always did. She felt the small crackle around her like static electricity as she focused her power and as it grew in intensity her whole body warmed and began to vibrate with the force of it. She could feel the pain and damage of the woman in front of her. She focused on the pain, on the damage, on the burns. She began to feel them slowly recede. After a moment, the sensation began to increase. She opened her eyes, startled by the sudden draw on her power. As she looked down she saw the eyes of the long haired brunette fly open. Her eyes were white. No pupils. No iris. Maura attempted to move, unsure of what was happening, but with speed that defied even magic, the wounded woman wrapped her badly damaged hands around Maura's. Maura felt a surge of power unlike she had ever known. A blinding light pulsed from the women's physical connection. She could feel magic from the wounded woman reaching out and surrounding her as she felt her magic surround the detective. The sensation felt incredibly intimate yet completely comfortable. Maura was vaguely aware of Korsak shouting something and others running for cover. She realized that she should be afraid but the sensation was the single greatest feeling she had ever known. It felt like all the love and happiness in the world had chosen her as a vessel, and it was filling her to the point she might burst. It was the last thought she had before the world went dark.

"Doc? Maura are you alright?"

Maura heard a muffled voice in the distance. Rather than respond to the voice, she opened her eyes. The light was absolutely blinding causing her to quickly regret her decision.

"Doc! Thank God. Are you in pain? What do you remember?"

Maura attempted to focus her mind, concentrating on the voice and the questions being asked. What had happed? What did she remember? She was with Korsak. She was in the car. Someone was hurt. Someone was burned with black fire. She was trying to help. "Vince? Detective Rizzoli!"

"She's doing well, Doc." The voice answered. "No one is sure exactly what happed, but her hands are in better shape than anyone ever thought possible. Right now, you are the priority."

Maura turned her head, her eyes coming to rest on Detective Korsak. "What happened? Was there an explosion? Was anyone hurt?"

"I was hoping you could tell me." Korsak said handing her a cup of water. "You were holding your hands over Jane, healing her injuries, when she came to. She grabbed your hands with hers and everything exploded in light and magic. I could feel the power rolling off you and Jane. It didn't exactly cause a physical explosion, but the release of power was massive and a little scary. Even people on scene that aren't magi felt the force of it."

"Did it hurt anyone?" Maura was horrified at the thought that she could have hurt people with her abilities.

"Quite the opposite actually. Jane is doing better than anyone thought possible. She is going to need some physical therapy, but the damage of the black fire is almost completely healed. The doctors here are astounded by it. In fact, people in close proximity to the…event…, I guess that's the best way to refer to it, feel good. I twisted my ankle running down the stairs at the scene, but its fine now. Nicks, cuts, scrapes? All gone."

Fear scraped at the back of Maura's mind. "The Dark Sargent? Was he healed?"

Korsak's face fell. "Enough not to die, but he is still in bad shape and in custody."

Maura closed her eyes. "It shouldn't work like that." She mumbled. "It doesn't work like that." She said more forcefully.

Korsak took the moment to indulge his curiosity "How does it work, Doc? Why is a healer spending her time as a medical examiner?"

Maura sighed. "Because people expect you to be able to fix anything. Eventually, you expect it too. When you can't? A little piece of you dies every time you fail. It's no way to live. As far as my ability, I have to concentrate incredibly hard to heal people and I'm drained afterwards. The idea of healing that much damage? Magical damage at that. I should have been able to save her life, but not the use of her hands. I certainly shouldn't have had enough left over to help people I wasn't even concentrating on."

"I'm glad that whatever happened, that your power did what it did."

A though occurred to Maura. "How long have I been out?"

"About an hour and a half. When you lost consciousness we moved you out on the same bus as Jane."

"I should still be out cold. At the very least, I should be exhausted." Maura took stock of her condition. "I should want to sleep for hours, but I feel really good. Refreshed actually."

"Has anything like this ever happened before?" Korsak asked.

"No, never. I've never had anything like this happen before. I've never even read about something like this." As that statement sunk in, it caused Maura to lose her train of thought.

Korsak whistled. "Really Doc. You haven't heard of it?" He shook his head. "I think that worries me more than it actually happening."

Maura gave a nervous smile. "It worries me to."

After the on call doctor visited, Maura was released. Rather than go home she decided to go with Detective Korsak up to the waiting room where Detective Rizzoli's family was located.

As they rode up in the elevator something occurred to her. "Korsak…"

"I've told you to call me Vince, Doctor."

"And I've told you to call me Maura, Detective."

Korsak laughed. "Touché."

"Why were you in my room and not with Detective Rizzoli's family?"

Korsak looked embarrassed. "I was with Jane, to make sure she was alright. No offense Doc, but she was much worse off than you. The doctor's downstairs assured me that you were going to be fine. When Jane came to the first thing she asked was if you were alright. I told her you were unconscious but in no immediate danger. They were prepping her for surgery on her hands and she told me I needed to check on you. Make sure you were alright. I think she's worried that whatever happened is her fault. She was worried she had hurt you. Asked me to come down and sit with you until you came to."

"She remembers coming to at the scene? Does she remember grabbing my hands? Does she remember what happed during the event, as you called it?"

"Really didn't have a lot of time to talk to her about it. They were rolling her into surgery almost as soon as we got here. She came to as they were taking her off the bus. I thought she was going to try and get off the stretcher if I didn't agree to check on you." Korsak seemed a little embarrassed. "I would have anyway Doc, after they took her back."

"I know. Thank you Vince."

"You are welcome Maura."

They continued the remainder of the ride up in silence.

As they approached the waiting room, Maura slowed her pace. She hadn't been nervous about seeing someone she helped or their loved ones in quite some time, but this felt different. If Detective Korsak noticed, he didn't say anything. There were three people in the room. The older woman and man she assumed were Detective Rizzoli's parents. The younger man was dressed in a police uniform so she couldn't quite pin down his relationship to the detective. After a moment she recognized him as the patrolman that Korsak has spoken to in the parking garage. His name was Frankie, she recalled.

Sensing her unease, Korsak provided introductions.

"Dr. Isles, these are Jane's parents Frank and Angela Rizzoli and this is Frankie Rizzoli, Jane's younger brother."

"I hate to meet you under these circumstances Mr. and Mrs. Rizzoli. I am very sorry." Maura nodded her head toward Mr. and Mrs. Rizzoli. She was completely unprepared for the matriarch's response. Angela launched herself from her seated position and wrapped Maura in a bone crushing hug.

"You saved my little girl. I'll never be able to thank you." Mrs. Rizzoli pulled back to look Maura in the face for a second then brought her in for another crushing hug. "Thank you so much Dr. Isles."

Maura bent one arm at the elbow, gently patting the woman's back. "I'm just glad I was able to help, and please call me Maura." As Angela continued to hold her tightly Maura was becoming a little uncomfortable.

Mrs. Rizzoli muttered something into Maura's hair.

"Excuse me."

She pulled back again. "You can call me Angela."

Just as she was about to pull Maura in for a third hug a voice came from behind Angela. "Ma. Ma! Let go. She's turning blue. You are squeezing so hard."

"Oh!" Angela squeaked, quickly letting go and taking a step back.

Maura held up her hand before anyone else could speak. "It's fine." She took a deep breath, steading herself.

Korsak took the moment of rather awkward silence to ask the question foremost on his mind. "What did the surgeon say?"

Frankie responded. "He didn't see any effects of black fire. I don't think he actually believes it happened. They took her into surgery to fix the damage done to her hands by something being…" Frankie stalled in his speech, struggling to get the words out. "Something being stabbed through her hands."

Both Frankie and Maura visibly winced at the news.

Korsak looked between the two of them and motioned for them to follow him into the hall. Mr. and Mrs. Rizzoli didn't even seem to notice them leave. Both completely lost in there worry and fear. As they walked through the doorway into the hall he turned to the pair, his expression souring. "I didn't want to say this in front of your parents Frankie, but you should know. The Sargent has earth magic. He puts stakes of ash or iron wood through the hands of his victims. He uses it as kindling for the black fire. He likes to make little limbs and leaves grow into the wound. It hurts more and allows the fire to spread better."

"That bastard." Frankie swore.

"We've got him now Frankie. We've got him. He's going down for the attack on your sister and the woman she rescued along with the four previous victims. It's over."

"Not for Janie it isn't. It's just starting for Janie." Frankie responded.

Korsak nodded, acknowledging the road to recovery now facing his sister. "Did they say how long the surgery would be?"

Frankie looked at his watch. "Two to three hours. It's been an hour and half so far. We haven't heard anything since they took her back."

The words were out of Maura's mouth before they fully registered in her mind. "I'll see what I can find out." With that she turned on her heel and headed down the hall toward surgery.

Korsak and Frankie watched her go.

"So that's Dr. Isles? Jane's mentioned her a couple of times." Frankie asked.

"Yep." Korsak answered.

"So she really always dresses like that? I always figured she was coming from some fancy dinner or uptown party when she showed up at crime scenes." Frankie asked.

"All the time. Even since the first day on the job. Her idea of dressing down is $400 slacks and a sweater made from specially bred baby sheep." Korsak responded.

"Yeah. Not exactly normal work attire for a Medical Examiner."

"It is for her."

As she badged through the security doors that lead to the operation suite, Maura tried to focus her thinking. Normally the sound of her heels clicking against the floor comforted her with a sense of rhythm and an air of authority. Now the sound was destroying her ability to concentrate. She thought she knew her power, knew her abilities, but this was completely out of her realm of understanding. She shouldn't have been able to heal black fire wounds. Magical injures were difficult to heal at the best of times, add to that, the spell was specifically built to resist magical influence…it just shouldn't have been possible. She wasn't even going to think about the minor injuries of those nearby being healed. She didn't understand why she felt so good. She knew when she started to help the detective that the amount of energy she was going to expend was going to leave her wiped out, but she wasn't. She felt refreshed, rejuvenated even. What bothered her most, was that she didn't have a theory as to what happened. Nothing she had ever read, watched, or studied shed any light on what happed when she attempted to help Detective Rizzoli.

As she approached the board in surgery, she scanned for the team operating on the detective.

"Dr. Hemshaw. Excellent." She whispered to herself. Not only was he and the team he worked with, excellent, she was on very friendly terms with the doctor. Getting information from him wouldn't be difficult at all.

Luckily this was a teaching hospital. She made her way through some doors and up a set of stairs that led to a viewing room for the surgery. She made her way to a seat in front of the windows that looked down on operating room. The view that greeted her completely broke her train of thought. Detective Rizzoli was laying on the operating table. If was possible, she looked even paler that she had appeared when Korsak laid her on the lawn, begging for help. Being hooked up to the machines made her look closer to death than life. Her arms where laid out at forty-five degrees to her body. Dr. Hemshaw was currently working on her left hand. Maura could see the skin pulled back and the broken tendons and cut muscles. Maura turned away from the sight without thinking.

It took her a moment to realize what had happened. It had been a long time since she had gotten squeamish at blood and tissue. Just another strange thing to add to her very strange day.

Dr. Hemshaw noticed her in the gallery. He knew that the gallery had speakers relaying everything that was said in the operating theater. "Dr. Isles. I was told that this detective was one of yours. I don't know what you did, but it was excellent as all ways. I really wish you would come back to the fold."

Maura let a small smile slip across her face. Her old Professor was never going give up on bringing her back into the theater. She hit the button that allowed her to speak to the room. "It was an emergency. I am sure that your work it far better than mine."

"I doubt that. It is true it was black fire? I find it hard to believe. There are no signs of that sort of magical damage." He never looked up from the work he was doing.

"Yes. When I got to her she was burned from her elbows to the tips of her fingers."

That caused the doctor to pause and look up at the gallery. "If I didn't know that you can't lie, I would swear you were. What happened? There are no signs of damage to the dermis or epidermis. There isn't even scarring from healed burns, not to mention none of lingering nastiness associated with a curse such as black fire."

Maura paused for a moment, thinking. She wish she had an answer to the question. "I don't know what happened. I was hoping you might have an explanation."

"Other than it being a miracle? No I don't. She is in excellent condition, considering. There is no trace of magical damage. The damage to her hands, while painful and extensive is repairable. She will need intensive physical therapy, but she will make a full recovery. She should be back in the field in four to six months."

"Can I tell that to the family? They are in the waiting room. It's sort of the reason I came back here."

"What? You didn't come to see your old professor work?" Hemshaw laughed to himself. "If you were any other doctor or former student I would never let you steal my good news moment but, in this case, yes. Please let the family know that the surgery has another forty minutes or so. We have already completed the procedure on the right hand and we've done the more complicated parts of the left."

When he looked up at the gallery again, Maura nodded her head at him. "Thank you Dr. Hemshaw."

"Maura, you graduated years ago and are the Chief Medical Examiner for the state. You can call me Joseph."

"Yes, Dr. Hemshaw." With that Maura turned and left the room, heading back to the waiting area.

"I swear she is absolutely brilliant. The best doctor I have ever known. However, her social skills are unusual to say the least." Dr. Hemshaw quickly looked around at the team. "That doesn't leave this room. Am I understood?"

He was met by a chorus of "Yes, Doctor."

Maura paused as she neared the door of the waiting room. Old fears and memories overtook her. To many times she had delivered death notification this way. She would look into the eyes of loved ones full of hope and fear at what she would say. Then she would watch as their worlds imploded with the news she gave. Regardless of any outwards signs they displayed, it was the eyes that always affected Maura the most. From the most reserved to the most publicly distraught, she could always watch as the person died a little coming to terms with the news she gave.

She shook her head. "This is not the past. This is now. You are giving good news." She rubbed her hands down her skirt, smoothing out wrinkles that weren't there, and walked into the waiting room. As she entered all eyes turned to her. She froze for a second but recovered quickly.

"I spoke with the surgeon. The have completed the surgery on the right hand and will be another forty minutes to an hour on her left. He has repaired all the major damage and sees no reason for anything other than a complete recovery." As she watched Mrs. Rizzoli rise from her chair, she braced herself, remembering their last encounter.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Mrs. Rizzoli once again crushed Maura into a hug.

Maura used one hand to pat her on the back. "It will require intensive therapy on her part."

Frank Rizzoli stood and pulled his wife off of the doctor. "When can we see Janie?"

"The still have to finish the surgery, then move her to recovery. At the earliest it will be another two hours."

"But she is going to survive?" Mrs. Rizzoli asked one last time, wanting to hear the works again.

"Yes. She is going to survive." Maura nodded her head.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Korsak stop someone from entering the room and force them back out into the hall. As Mr. and Mrs. Rizzoli sat down she made her way over to the door way to listen. She was so intent on listening she didn't hear Frankie come up behind her. His voice caused her to jump.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Shush!" She turned to him putting her index finger to her lips.

Korsak wasn't yelling, but this voice conveyed his displeasure at the man in the hall. "What the hell are you doing here Jack?"

"Relax Korsak, we are on the same side here." The man identified as Jack responded.

"Cops and IA are rarely on the same side." Korsak took a deep breath. "Jane is still in surgery. She's going to make it, but she is hurt pretty bad."

"Good. That's good to hear."

There was an uncomfortable silence. "Why are you here?"

"Politics. A member of the BPD was critically injured attempting to apprehend a suspect in a FBI case. Questions are being asked not only by the FBI director but by the State Attorney General. The chief woke me up and sent me over here personally. Her exact words were 'stall'. So what I need from you is a reason, any reason, to keep the FBI away from Rizzoli. Obviously they have to wait for her to regain consciousness, but the FBI wants to be in the room when she comes to."

"You've got to be kidding."

"I wish I was. What's his name, Agent Gabriel Dean, is pissed that you guys went in on your own. Keeps saying it was an FBI investigation and you guys were just along for the ride. He's on his way here right now."

"Son of a bitch." Korsak swore.

Maura walked out into the hall. "Would a medical reason be good enough? If she's recovering in ICU. One visitor only." She turned to Korsak. "They can't interview without witnesses or representation, correct?"

Jack answered. "No. No they cannot, but I thought she was going to be alright?"

"Statistically, any surgery is risky. Surgeries as a result of outside trauma have even higher rates of unforeseen complications. Any number of things can go wrong. Infection. Drug allergies. Chemical imbalances. Greater than expected blood lose. Any of which have the possibility to lead to the need for immediate and robust intervention in the intensive care unit. There the patient has to be closely monitored and visitation has to be curtailed not only for the specific patient, but for other patients on the floor."

Korsak looked at Jack. "Have you met the chief medical examiner? This is Jack Sinclair. He is a sergeant in Internal Affairs. We've known each other since the academy. This is Chief Medical Examiner Doctor Maura Isles." They shook hands. Korsak turned to Maura. "So she is going to ICU doc?"

Maura turned on her heel and started heading back toward the doors that lead to the operating theater. "Yes, she will be."

Maura returned forty minutes later walking next to a doctor in scrubs. Maura saw Korsak still standing in the hall with Jack Sinclair. Maura stopped in front of the two sergeants as the man in scrubs continued into the waiting room.

"Detective Rizzoli has been moved to the ICU. She will be there for the next twenty four hours for observation. Dr. Hemshaw will allow Mrs. Rizzoli to visit during that time, but no one else." Maura stated matter-of-factly.

"Good." Sinclair answered. "I will head off the FBI." He turned to Korsak, nodding his head. "Later Vince."

Korsak nodded as well. He allowed the man to enter the elevator and let the doors closed before turning to Maura. "I didn't think you could lie?"

Maura looked offended. "I didn't lie. Detective Rizzoli is in ICU and will be for twenty four hours, barring it being needed by another patient."

"So she doesn't need ICU?" Korsak was starting to grin.

"No, but no one asked that question."

"What about all the problems you said Jane had?"

"I didn't say she had any problems. I simply listed the numerous issues that a person suffering her injuries could experience. I never said that she was experiencing them. Any conclusions that you or Sergeant Sinclair reached, I can't be responsible for." Maura did her best to keep you face impassive.

Korsak wrapped his arms around the doctor. "Thanks doc. I really own you one."

"No. I'm glad I could help." She uttered the next statement before she had a chance to censor herself. "I don't have many friends. It feels good to help the ones I have."

Both Maura and Korsak took a step back as Dr. Hemshaw and Mrs. Rizzoli walked into the hall. As they both made their way to ICU, Korsak called out after them. "Tell Jane we are all puling for her."