I don't own R&I in any way, but am still waiting for my Jane and Maura moment in my life, sigh.

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you all as always for the comments and I decided to continue this story even though I myself am not sure how far/how many chapters I can write about this. Please excuse any grammar mistakes and medical terminology as I kinda just googled most of them like everyone else does lol. I would be focusing more on Jane/Maura feelings than the crime and science stuff happening around, so if you want a heavy crime base story, I'm sorry but this isn't the right place :p Then again, I will definitely write a decent job on who to blame the crime on, blah blah.

A/N part 2: I had redone certain things, thus I re-posted the two chapters, major difference is just that Maura was kidnapped for more than 2 days. I have to thank obsi2 for the constant advice 3 Now on to the story!

She watches everything, the noises, the flurry of activity moving around her as she focuses on the rise and fall of a certain woman's chest. Finally releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding on to. Exactly like how she realised, the tight grip she had on Maura when the paramedics arrived to take over. It had taken her slightly over twenty-four hours to find the blonde, and she should be feeling relieved that the medical examiner was now safe, being treated to by doctors and nurses everywhere. Yet, what is this aching feeling she is having? Eating away at her like a bad infection that just won't leave.

A tap, nudge, push, she didn't know which was it, but it clearly had broken her concentrated trance on the honey blonde's features across the ward. Annoyed, she turned and gave her signature Rizzoli glare, which meant that whatever this person had to say better be damn well important and had better spill it fast, cause she can't spare another second not studying the other woman's face she had suddenly found so interesting after 5 years of being best friends.

A male doctor, dressed in dark blue scrubs was standing behind her, a few inches shorter than Jane but had a poker face on, so as to not show any fear or discomfort under the glare that Jane was channelling all her energy into. He remained calm and drew a deep breath, before introducing himself and informing Jane of Maura's prognosis.

Suddenly switching her demeanour, Jane listened to the best of her abilities when she understood that this man was Maura's doctor that just cracked open the skull of her beloved. Once again, terms flew over her head such as gastric lavage, which Doctor Miller, Muller, whatever his name was, said they had to pump Maura's stomach contents, and that they had done a tox screen on her, to find that there were several drugs used as tranquilizers to constantly put Maura into a deep sleep. He continued on saying that Diazepam was the main drug that was used the most, and when they had opened her up, found out that several parts of her brain had inadequate supply of blood due to the blunt-force trauma she had received on her head. Thus, they had went ahead and put in her in medically-induced coma for the time being. He had informed her that they would be constantly checking on her round the clock, and if the swelling recedes, they may try to lighten up the coma and see what her level of function is.

Jane stood there, shell shocked, partly due to what the doctor had said, as she tried to digest everything in her, the other was her heart trying to wrap itself around the word 'coma'. Sure, her brain understood that this medically-induced coma was reversible, but her heart wouldn't listen and kept pounding harder and harder against her chest, filling her lungs with that constricting, tightening, feeling known as panic. And boy was she panicking, even the doctor in front of her knew it and began to sat her down, assuring her by adding that these kind of cases usually lasts about a week, two weeks tops, for a full recovery, over the years of his expertise as the attending Neurosurgeon of this hospital.

She was making small, inaudible gasps for air, when strong hands were holding her sides, squeezing her arms, signalling to let go of the air she was holding on desperately, as if holding it would stop the time. She didn't even realize Frankie and Korsak had arrived, both were next to her throughout the whole 'story-telling' by the doc, and that Frankie was the one physically grounding her in her chair with his hands.

Jane sat there on the seats just outside Maura's ward, between Korsak and Frankie, for a whole five minutes processing whatever info was dropped on her.

She started to feel sick, she wanted to puke, wanted to do whatever was possible to get this disgusting feeling that was resting right in the pits of her stomach. She finally understood why that large tube was forced down Maura's throat just now, why a weird, vaguely similar to a slurping noise was produced from it. She remembered to when the doctors and nurses had given her AED more than once, shocking her lifeless body a few times before a beat on the monitor was heard in the silent room, like a gunshot to start a race, everyone ran around, scrambling to stabilize Maura. She was wishing then that she was a doctor right that instance, or have some sort of damn certificate that showed she graduated med school, so she could go in there and help the one person who needed her the most right now, and Jane needed her too.

Jane needed her to be safe. She had watched the scene unfold in front of her, and the entire time swallowing the lump in her throat, the tears that were threatening to unleash its floodgates, if Maura had not come back to her in one piece after that moment.

Drying her slightly damp eyes, she pushed herself out of the chair and entered the ward, walking right up to the woman who had tubes sticking out of her arm, and god knows where else. Even in a comatose state, she never fails to look so magnificently gorgeous, wearing a hospital gown, Maura would deem as ugly and horrendous, looked like a new fashion statement Elle magazine had published. Chuckling slightly, Maura manages to look like, Jane quotes internally "going for a photoshoot", even with a hospital gown.

She places her calloused hand over Maura's thin arm, and bends over to kiss her cheek, resting her forehead against the smaller woman's. After a minute of feeling the familiar warm skin under her now flushed cheeks, and hearing the slow, deep breaths that came out effortlessly from the pale woman under her, Jane quickly stood up and turned around, to find her partner and brother staring at the armrest and window sill, with sudden interests in their eyes, anyone would mistake them for contemplating to redecorate this ICU ward. Mentally shaking her head, Jane walked out of the room in long, fast strides, towards the nearest toilet. Frankie had tried to follow suit, but Korsak had stopped him when he was about to dash after his sister.

She knelt before the toilet bowl and started to puke her 'guts' out, or maybe more of her stomach contents. As if on cue, she could hear Maura reprimanding her that her 'guts' would never come spilling out of her mouth while she was still alive on this earth. Unknowingly to herself, she made an attempt to smirk at her thoughts, but looking at the reflection on the toilet mirror, that feeble attempt seemed like a failure, and was quickly washed away, making sure her breath didn't stink as well.

Sliding into one of the chairs next to Maura's bed, Jane held her hand like it's the most natural thing in the world, as Jane melted into the warmth emitted from Maura's hand. Maura's soft hand moulded itself into Jane's rough, scarred palms, and Jane unconsciously started rubbing and massaging them, the same way Maura would do for her.

Glancing around, Jane saw Frankie near the nurses' station outside the ward, most probably talking to Ma and updating her about, well, everything. She spotted Korsak on the phone too, earlier when she rounded the corner, heading back to Maura's ward, most likely telling Nina what to investigate, and making a few calls to Cavanaugh and a few other detectives as well as Dr Pike. Shrugging, she hated having Pike on board anything, but this feeling of hate could not overwhelm the aching in her heart that seemed to even reach the depths of her soul.

Turning her attention back to Maura, she was now clasping Maura's hand in both of hers, kissing each tip of her soft fingers, knowing that nobody would be around for a while in the room allowed her to let her guard down. Brown eyes continued to stare at a beautifully sculpted face that was now sunken and malnourished, nevertheless her symmetrical facial features manages to steal Jane's breath away. Drawing a shaky breath, Jane tried to say something but the words were caught in her throat as her dry lips and mouth were begging for liquids. She couldn't be bothered about it, when the need to get a sentence, a word out, if that's the least her dumb mouth could do right now. She needed to let Maura hear her voice, to try and call Maura back from the darkness she is in now, to let Maura know she is not alone, and to remind herself that Jane Rizzoli never backs down for anything, especially for the person she's so madly in love with now. Her husky voice reverberated in the room, and this time, Jane swore she felt Maura's hand squeeze slightly against her own, soothing the heavy ache in her heart.

"Hey Maur, I'm here and I won't ever leave you, my love"