Hi everyone! Sorry for the long long wait, I had school shit, and my mental health was really bad ^^' anyways, I hope you enjoy this, and please read at the end, I have a SUPER IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE!

Also, to the people who reviewed these last few days, and ever really: this is for you. Thank you.

Without further ado... Chapter 13!

"Get out of my room, now." Jane shuddered as she pictured Maura saying these words to her. She certainly seemed like she would actually say them, when she threw Jane out of her house and threatened to fire her.

But it was a misunderstanding. Maura liked her. That, Jane knew. She also knew that she wanted to be her friend. She wouldn't give her up that easily. She was just angry.

... Right?

She snapped out of her thoughts when she stopped into the hospital room. It was blank, to say the least, the only splash of color being a bouquet of flowers in a vase on the bedside table.

Maura was lying on the bed in the center of the room, her chest rising and falling slowly. Her heartbeat rang steadily across the room in an impersonal, yet reassuring way, and that was when Jane finally allowed herself to relax. She was alive. Maura was alive.

"Oh, thank God." She heard Charles whisper from beside her, and when she looked at him, she noticed he had tears pooling in his eyes. She decided not to comment, however. It was nice to see him as a human, for once, not this perfect... Being.

Jane sniffled and wiped her nose with her sleeve reflexively, as she approached Maura's bedside. She was disheveled, her clothes smelled of the hospital waiting room, and her breath of orange Fanta. But she didn't care.

She carefully sat on the chair next to the bed, as if sitting brusquely would wake up the sleeping beauty. She took her hand in her own, starting to draw circular soothing motions with her thumb. She didn't know if she was trying to soothe Maura's pain, if she even had any, or her own.

Suddenly, a laugh echoed in the room.

Jane's head whipped around, and she saw Charles doubled over, laughing his heart out. Jane found the spectacle rather amusing, and she couldn't help but let out a chuckle of her own, though it was somewhat confusing.

"What?" She asked, more laughter bubbling in her chest.

"I... I'm just this kind of person who laughs in these situations?" Charles managed between fits of laughter, as he wiped tears from his eyes, and doubled over again.

Jane was heaving by then. "That makes two of us. How did... Did you even manage to become a surgeon?"

"What the hell is going on with you two?" Angela's sobering voice resonated in the room, quieting the two adults. "You looked like you were going mad."

"We were Ma." Jane sniffled again, and a couple of happy tears streaking down her face. "Not anymore."

Angela smiled, went into the room, ruffling Charles' hair in the process, and went to sit by Maura, on the bed.

The doctor, who straightened his hair back in place without Angela noticing, also approached, and sat next to the matriarch.

And thus... The wait began.

Back at the precinct, Frost was still having a hard time getting used to the new agents.

The woman was even bossier than Jane, and they discovered that her sweet facade hid something much more cruel and monstrous underneath. She was like that one teacher who could make the whole class fall silent with a single look. Except this woman was in her mid-twenties, and she could silence the entire Homicide division, composed entirely of grown men –and Jane. It was... embarrassing, to say the least.

The man was like her bodyguard, but Frost amused himself by calling him her pit-bull. He certainly looked like he could become one if anyone even dared to cross his dearest Alexandra. Even though she would've chewed out the person and spit them out, before he could bare his teeth.

Overall, they seemed like a good duo. They worked with each other exceptionally well, and they could even finish each other's sentences, and lines of thought. It was pretty impressive, for Frost and the other detectives, who struggled with sharing donuts without getting into a fight about who would take the strawberry one.

They were making zero progress on the surgeon case, though. He had wiped out the crime scene completely. They found absolutely no evidence. He had taken Dr. Isles' notes with him, along with her cell phone, and... A strand of her hair. It was part of his M.O to take a strand of hair as memorabilia. Frost found it all the more chilling that he chose to do so to Dr. Isles too. It meant that he wanted her dead. Yet, she managed to live. That was going to put a serious stop to his plans, at least for the moment.

As soon as they heard that the doctor was out of surgery, they had sent a couple of people in, to swipe under her fingernails. They found some tissue, which they immediately sent to the lab. Now it was just a waiting game. Could the test results come back before the surgeon strikes again?

And if they do, will they be able to identify him? It seemed very reckless of him, leaving his own DNA under Maura's nails. That was something he would never have done before. But maybe... something was different this time.

As Frost was jotting all of that down on his notebook, drawing charts and maps of his thinking, the phone on his desk rang.

He immediately picked up, hearing only one sentence before bolting upright and out of the room: "She's awake."

Alexandra was sitting at her makeshift desk inside of Analysts' room, trying to comb through all of the detectives' notes as quickly as possible. They needed to be progressing quicker if they wanted to catch that monster before he makes another victim.

She sighed for the umpteenth time, getting up to stretch. She rubbed her wrists painfully, eying her notebook with distaste. She's been writing for about 4 hours now. Still, not a clue of who that man was, why he was doing all of this, and how.

For the first time in her life, Alexandra Fields was stumped. She did not like the feeling.

"You okay, Alex?" Jason asked, as he entered her 'office', two coffees in his hands.

"No. I hate this. I hate him." She gestured vaguely toward her desk, and Jason smiled.

"You'll get him. You always do. Remember Mark Hathaway?"

"Yes, I caught him because of a returned library book."

"Just wait for the mistake. They always happen. No serial killer is perfect."

"The Zodiac killer was perfect." She countered, sitting on the edge of her desk, gripping her coffee with both hands. She took in the smell with a smile, and the first sip with a beam. How she needed that at the moment... He always knew how to cheer her up.

"That's because they didn't have you at the time." He winked and sat beside her, bumping her shoulder with his playfully.

"You're sweet." She laughed, and looked at the ground, her moment of happiness gone. "I heard the doctor made it. Poor woman... Having to live through that..." She shuddered, memories resurfacing, but they quickly vanished when Jason put a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"Hey, she's strong, just like you were. She'll make it, and she'll help us crack the case."

Alexandra stared at the scars going across her wrists, and smiled, pain radiating off her. "I hope so."

Okay, about that announcement: THIS IS SUPER IMPORTANT FOR ME GUYS SO PLEASE READ!

So I decided to create a... writing club! Yep, you read right! It's on discord (an app you can download on your pc/mac/phone). Basically I send out prompts weekly, and you have one week to complete your assignment (nothing is obligatory of course, it's not homework :)), and you can send it to the club for feedback, and you can read other people's stories! And of course, we can get to know each other and be closer as a community! If you want in, DM me! I'll send you an invite to the server, we'd LOVE LOVE LOVE to have you guys!

Anyways, hope you had a good read! Leave a review if you want to! They make me wanna write faster :3