Blurred Lines 1/31
Title: Blurred Lines
Rating: M
Pairings: Jane/Maura
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Summary: AU. Jane and Frost are wounded in a shoot out and are taken to the hospital where they inevitably cross paths with Dr. Maura Isles. Two very different women, from two very different worlds, crossing many lines and blurring others.
Chapter 1
This story is AU. Well, it is for the most part. I don't pretend to know much about the medical field so...what you read is what you get. Hunker down kittens because this one is gonna be another long one. I'll try to update every week but let me just promise to do my best so this muse of mine stays active. If I haven't answered your feedback know that you're not ignored or forgotten but that it has encouraged me to continue on to this. I'm not a one trick pony so newbies check out my other stories if you wish. Thanks to my bad ass beta MSonya for the help and the kick in the ass. This one is different btw. I'm excited. Are you excited? Let me know.
The cruiser skidded on the wet pavement as it came to a stop. He stumbled out of the car and into the rain, ignoring the downpour that was almost blinding in its consistency. Running toward the hospital entrance, the doors parted automatically but the sea of people did not. He removed his police issued hat from his head with trembling fingers and pushed his way through the milling throngs before breaking into a dead run. His shoes squeaked loudly on the floor causing a few minor slips. Rounding the corner, he smashed into patients, visitors and staff alike to get to his destination.
Finally at the heart of the ER, he clutched at the monstrous desk as he bent over trying to catch his breath. It had nothing to do with the sprinting and everything to do with the fear that was nearly incapacitating him.
"Sir?"
Trying to stand upright, he pleaded for a moment with his eyes.
"Sir? Can I help you?" The nurse had no patience, however.
"Barry Frost and Jane Riz-zoli." His voice cracked horribly.
"Family only I'm afraid." She scanned the computer. "They're working on them now."
"I am family!" Frankie Rizzoli yelled as he banged his fist against the desk.
The woman glared at him.
"She's…she's my sister."
"Okay, Okay." She held up a placating hand as she peered at her computer again. "They arrived a few moments ago, and no one has been taken to surgery yet. I'm sure if you don't get in the way-"
"Where?" Frankie interrupted.
"Down the hall to the left. The guard at the desk will buzz you into the Trauma Unit."
He nodded and wiped a hand over his face. Rain wasn't the only thing to dampen it. "Thank you." Then, he was off again. There was nothing to impede his progress this time. After being buzzed in, the immediate coppery stench of blood hit him in the face. He scanned the surroundings. Medical staff in various colored scrubs rushed past him. Some went behind curtains while others opened doors and disappeared into rooms. That's when he heard it.
"Frost!"
Jane's voice was deeper than usual, breathier and pained.
"Frost! Talk to me. I need… to know you're okay." With each word, she sounded more frail.
There was no answer. After all, he could have been rooms away.
Frankie swallowed as he followed Jane's voice. He peered in through the window first.
"Fuck that. Fuck… you! Go check on him." She was muffled but her meaning was clear. Jane thrashed weakly against the many hands trying to hold her.
He stood and prayed silently, hoping the fight she was exhibiting was a good indicator that it wasn't as bad as it sounded on the radio. Taking a deep breath, Frankie entered the room. There were splatters of blood on the floor and the sheets but most of all Jane seemed to be covered in it.
Frankie's heart roared in his ears. He searched frantically for the origin, seeing an obvious wound in her chest and leg. His vision blurred as the wound in her chest bubbled. He knew what that meant. "Janie?" He cleared his throat. "Janie!"
Wild brown eyes turned to him. In them, he saw agony and fear.
"You're gonna be okay just let them take care of you." Frankie pleaded as he stepped forward.
"They got'em in… the back, Frank-ie. He wasn't moving…" Jane's chest heaved and her words were clipped as she fought for breath. Suddenly, she stilled, from the pain, the shock, the blood loss or a combination thereof.
"She's unconscious." The nurse near her head muttered.
"Thank God, we can get a good look at what we're dealing with and get her to surgery."
Frankie licked his lips and choked down panic. She didn't flatline, and it was the only thing keeping him sane. "Punctured lung," he whispered.
The medical staff turned and looked at him.
"I know." Frankie glanced at the lone speaker's name tag, Dr. Rader. He had kind eyes.
"Take care of her please?" Frankie pleaded.
The doctor nodded. "She's obviously not ready to go yet."
The door opened again. "What do we have?" A woman asked as she entered.
"Dr. Isles, there was no need-" The kind eyed doctor began to answer.
"What do we have?" She asked again, peering at her colleague. Her voice was crisp, curt.
They stared at each other for what seemed like several seconds. To Frankie, it was an eternity.
"You can urinate all over your territory later if that is what you require, James. Now, I don't communicate telepathically so I'll delineate for myself." She paused for a few seconds. "GSW to the leg and chest with obvious lung involvement." She glanced at a nurse. "Breath sounds?"
"For now."
"Good. Let's get her to the OR."
A pager beeped.
Frankie continued to watch the whole display as if it were something out of a movie. Then, anger beckoned.
Dr. Isles unclipped the pager from her waist. "You'll get to keep her for now, James. Her partner needs me."
Frankie's mouth opened as he prepared to let his rage rush through the tiny room. They were taking too long on this little melodrama. He clenched his fist and swallowed his immediate feelings, feeding them to his already churning stomach as the room burst with action.
Dr. Rader nodded meekly as he helped to wheel Jane from the room.
He stood alone with Dr. Isles. The woman seemed to ooze cold confidence. Her posture was perfect and he could now see the intelligence shining in green eyes. However, there was an aloofness emanating from her the same way warmth surrounded the other doctor. Frankie almost smiled. It reminded him of Jane. His thoughts scattered. "Barry Frost…is he okay?" He asked.
She pulled the door open and walked briskly toward her destination. Frankie followed.
"That's not likely, but I'll know more of his prognosis momentarily."
Frankie nodded and watched as she stepped into yet another small room. With hungry eyes, he scanned the area. Heart monitors beeped loudly along with the hiss of other machines. He saw glimpses of Frost, lying on this stomach. He wasn't moving and while the blood had been prevalent with Jane it seemed to completely fill the room here. It was nearly overwhelming. He couldn't help but think of Frost's habitual queasiness at times like these and the teasing that sometimes followed. He had to hold on to something because the ashen form of his friend on that table scared him in ways he could not name.
Dr. Isles presence seemed to overtake the room. She barked orders and people moved accordingly. When she demanded information they gave it to her without hesitation.
Suddenly, machines seemed to go haywire.
Panic ceased Frankie wrapping itself like a vice around his chest.
"He's in v-fib!" Someone yelled.
There was a flurry of movement and more machines seemed to appear out of nowhere. Someone barked at him, ordering him to leave.
Frankie could not move so someone else did the honors.
He continued to watch in horror through the window as they flipped Frost over slowly. Paddles covered his chest. He arched upward and the medical staff watched the monitors anxiously. Frankie found his own eyes zeroed in as well.
The flat line became a steady blip.
Frankie released a shaky sob of relief.
"Get him to the OR STAT!"
Even though she said only a few words, Dr. Isles' voice had become familiar to him at. Frankie moved out of the doorway. His feet moved without his own volition toward what looked to be a waiting area. Exhausted, worried and drained, he nearly fell into a seat. He took a deep breath and reached for his phone. His hands shook as the familiar number brought up a smiling picture. It rang twice.
"Frankie? You coming down for lunch? I made this-"
"Ma." His tone was laden with fear.
"Baby?" Angelia Rizzoli took immediate notice of it. "What's wrong?"
Frankie closed his eyes. Part of him was glad that he was the one to notify her. It should never come from anybody else. "I'm at the hospital. Jane's been-"
"Oh God!"
Frankie could hear a flurry of activity followed by Stanley's irritating voice. "Where are you going Rizzoli!?"
"I don't have time for this. Janie's in the hospital!"
There was a second of quiet.
"Do you want me to drive you?" He asked.
"No, Frankie's already there. He'll take care of me." Angela Rizzoli replied. Her tone was thick with tears. "I'm on my way. Have you seen her? How-"
"She's in surgery right now. They both are."
"Frost?! My God, did someone get ahold of his father?"
"I don't-"
"I'll call Cavanaugh on the way… to make sure." The more she talked the more out of breath she became. "And Tommy? Did you call Tommy?"
"No, not yet. Ma, listen. It's Janie. She'll find some way to pull through this." As he said the words aloud, Frankie hoped that he would start to believe them.
He heard her car start. "I want to believe that but the past couple years have-"
"I know, Ma. I still miss Dad too."
They shared a silent moment of mourning and remembrance of Frank Rizzoli Sr.
"I'll be there in ten minutes."
Frankie nodded before he answered. "Okay, I'm in one of the waiting areas. Just call and I'll come get you."
He hung up the phone and hesitated, hoping there was going to be an answer and that he was going to end up talking to the Tommy he knew instead of the stranger he had become. Frankie sucked in a deep breath as the number auto dialed. "You have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service…"
"Fuck!"
People mumbled around him. He glanced upward and decided that he didn't care. A hand encased his shoulder. Frankie turned.
Vince Korsak's eyes were bloodshot and his countenance forlorn. "Hey. I left forensics to finish up at the scene."
Frankie opened his mouth to speak but fell apart instead.
Korsak's hand went from his shoulder to the back of his neck, providing a spot of comfort. "It's okay to do this. That's your sister in there and your best friend."
Frankie wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. His chest ached but somehow it felt hollow as well. "How the fuck did this happen, Korsak?"
He sighed and wiped a hand over his face as he sat down. "Don't know. They went to go question a potential witness. Perps got there first took her out. They kinda walked in on it and didn't see it coming." Korsak closed his eyes. "Fucking assholes."
"Did we…did we get them?" Frankie was almost afraid to ask, afraid to hope.
"Fuck yes we did. Had cars in the vicinity. Chased them down. They crashed and one was dead on scene. The other one is here."
Frankie's heart stuttered in his chest. "Here? In the ER?" He stood, ready and more than willing to mete out retribution.
Korsak grabbed his arm. "Sit down. You're better than that, and if Jane found out-"
"Bullshit. She would be thinking the same."
"For all of five seconds."Korsak countered.
He was right. Frankie sank back into his chair.
"He's in bad shape if that's any consolation. Shitty things happen to shitty people. Karma can be a bitch but she deserves a nice fuck tonight."
Frankie smirked and peered down at the clenched hands in his lap, willing them to relax even though it was an impossibility. "Does Barry's dad know?"
"He's in Afghanistan. I relayed a message the best I could."
Frankie's phone beeped. He peered at it. "Ma's here."
Korsak stood. "I'll go get her."
"No, I got this." As Korsak sat back down, Frankie got to his feet. He felt shaky and wondered if his legs would hold him. Then, he decided they would just have to.
Rating: M
Pairings: Jane/Maura
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Summary: AU. Jane and Frost are wounded in a shoot out and are taken to the hospital where they inevitably cross paths with Dr. Maura Isles. Two very different women, from two very different worlds, crossing many lines and blurring others.
Chapter 1
This story is AU. Well, it is for the most part. I don't pretend to know much about the medical field so...what you read is what you get. Hunker down kittens because this one is gonna be another long one. I'll try to update every week but let me just promise to do my best so this muse of mine stays active. If I haven't answered your feedback know that you're not ignored or forgotten but that it has encouraged me to continue on to this. I'm not a one trick pony so newbies check out my other stories if you wish. Thanks to my bad ass beta MSonya for the help and the kick in the ass. This one is different btw. I'm excited. Are you excited? Let me know.
The cruiser skidded on the wet pavement as it came to a stop. He stumbled out of the car and into the rain, ignoring the downpour that was almost blinding in its consistency. Running toward the hospital entrance, the doors parted automatically but the sea of people did not. He removed his police issued hat from his head with trembling fingers and pushed his way through the milling throngs before breaking into a dead run. His shoes squeaked loudly on the floor causing a few minor slips. Rounding the corner, he smashed into patients, visitors and staff alike to get to his destination.
Finally at the heart of the ER, he clutched at the monstrous desk as he bent over trying to catch his breath. It had nothing to do with the sprinting and everything to do with the fear that was nearly incapacitating him.
"Sir?"
Trying to stand upright, he pleaded for a moment with his eyes.
"Sir? Can I help you?" The nurse had no patience, however.
"Barry Frost and Jane Riz-zoli." His voice cracked horribly.
"Family only I'm afraid." She scanned the computer. "They're working on them now."
"I am family!" Frankie Rizzoli yelled as he banged his fist against the desk.
The woman glared at him.
"She's…she's my sister."
"Okay, Okay." She held up a placating hand as she peered at her computer again. "They arrived a few moments ago, and no one has been taken to surgery yet. I'm sure if you don't get in the way-"
"Where?" Frankie interrupted.
"Down the hall to the left. The guard at the desk will buzz you into the Trauma Unit."
He nodded and wiped a hand over his face. Rain wasn't the only thing to dampen it. "Thank you." Then, he was off again. There was nothing to impede his progress this time. After being buzzed in, the immediate coppery stench of blood hit him in the face. He scanned the surroundings. Medical staff in various colored scrubs rushed past him. Some went behind curtains while others opened doors and disappeared into rooms. That's when he heard it.
"Frost!"
Jane's voice was deeper than usual, breathier and pained.
"Frost! Talk to me. I need… to know you're okay." With each word, she sounded more frail.
There was no answer. After all, he could have been rooms away.
Frankie swallowed as he followed Jane's voice. He peered in through the window first.
"Fuck that. Fuck… you! Go check on him." She was muffled but her meaning was clear. Jane thrashed weakly against the many hands trying to hold her.
He stood and prayed silently, hoping the fight she was exhibiting was a good indicator that it wasn't as bad as it sounded on the radio. Taking a deep breath, Frankie entered the room. There were splatters of blood on the floor and the sheets but most of all Jane seemed to be covered in it.
Frankie's heart roared in his ears. He searched frantically for the origin, seeing an obvious wound in her chest and leg. His vision blurred as the wound in her chest bubbled. He knew what that meant. "Janie?" He cleared his throat. "Janie!"
Wild brown eyes turned to him. In them, he saw agony and fear.
"You're gonna be okay just let them take care of you." Frankie pleaded as he stepped forward.
"They got'em in… the back, Frank-ie. He wasn't moving…" Jane's chest heaved and her words were clipped as she fought for breath. Suddenly, she stilled, from the pain, the shock, the blood loss or a combination thereof.
"She's unconscious." The nurse near her head muttered.
"Thank God, we can get a good look at what we're dealing with and get her to surgery."
Frankie licked his lips and choked down panic. She didn't flatline, and it was the only thing keeping him sane. "Punctured lung," he whispered.
The medical staff turned and looked at him.
"I know." Frankie glanced at the lone speaker's name tag, Dr. Rader. He had kind eyes.
"Take care of her please?" Frankie pleaded.
The doctor nodded. "She's obviously not ready to go yet."
The door opened again. "What do we have?" A woman asked as she entered.
"Dr. Isles, there was no need-" The kind eyed doctor began to answer.
"What do we have?" She asked again, peering at her colleague. Her voice was crisp, curt.
They stared at each other for what seemed like several seconds. To Frankie, it was an eternity.
"You can urinate all over your territory later if that is what you require, James. Now, I don't communicate telepathically so I'll delineate for myself." She paused for a few seconds. "GSW to the leg and chest with obvious lung involvement." She glanced at a nurse. "Breath sounds?"
"For now."
"Good. Let's get her to the OR."
A pager beeped.
Frankie continued to watch the whole display as if it were something out of a movie. Then, anger beckoned.
Dr. Isles unclipped the pager from her waist. "You'll get to keep her for now, James. Her partner needs me."
Frankie's mouth opened as he prepared to let his rage rush through the tiny room. They were taking too long on this little melodrama. He clenched his fist and swallowed his immediate feelings, feeding them to his already churning stomach as the room burst with action.
Dr. Rader nodded meekly as he helped to wheel Jane from the room.
He stood alone with Dr. Isles. The woman seemed to ooze cold confidence. Her posture was perfect and he could now see the intelligence shining in green eyes. However, there was an aloofness emanating from her the same way warmth surrounded the other doctor. Frankie almost smiled. It reminded him of Jane. His thoughts scattered. "Barry Frost…is he okay?" He asked.
She pulled the door open and walked briskly toward her destination. Frankie followed.
"That's not likely, but I'll know more of his prognosis momentarily."
Frankie nodded and watched as she stepped into yet another small room. With hungry eyes, he scanned the area. Heart monitors beeped loudly along with the hiss of other machines. He saw glimpses of Frost, lying on this stomach. He wasn't moving and while the blood had been prevalent with Jane it seemed to completely fill the room here. It was nearly overwhelming. He couldn't help but think of Frost's habitual queasiness at times like these and the teasing that sometimes followed. He had to hold on to something because the ashen form of his friend on that table scared him in ways he could not name.
Dr. Isles presence seemed to overtake the room. She barked orders and people moved accordingly. When she demanded information they gave it to her without hesitation.
Suddenly, machines seemed to go haywire.
Panic ceased Frankie wrapping itself like a vice around his chest.
"He's in v-fib!" Someone yelled.
There was a flurry of movement and more machines seemed to appear out of nowhere. Someone barked at him, ordering him to leave.
Frankie could not move so someone else did the honors.
He continued to watch in horror through the window as they flipped Frost over slowly. Paddles covered his chest. He arched upward and the medical staff watched the monitors anxiously. Frankie found his own eyes zeroed in as well.
The flat line became a steady blip.
Frankie released a shaky sob of relief.
"Get him to the OR STAT!"
Even though she said only a few words, Dr. Isles' voice had become familiar to him at. Frankie moved out of the doorway. His feet moved without his own volition toward what looked to be a waiting area. Exhausted, worried and drained, he nearly fell into a seat. He took a deep breath and reached for his phone. His hands shook as the familiar number brought up a smiling picture. It rang twice.
"Frankie? You coming down for lunch? I made this-"
"Ma." His tone was laden with fear.
"Baby?" Angelia Rizzoli took immediate notice of it. "What's wrong?"
Frankie closed his eyes. Part of him was glad that he was the one to notify her. It should never come from anybody else. "I'm at the hospital. Jane's been-"
"Oh God!"
Frankie could hear a flurry of activity followed by Stanley's irritating voice. "Where are you going Rizzoli!?"
"I don't have time for this. Janie's in the hospital!"
There was a second of quiet.
"Do you want me to drive you?" He asked.
"No, Frankie's already there. He'll take care of me." Angela Rizzoli replied. Her tone was thick with tears. "I'm on my way. Have you seen her? How-"
"She's in surgery right now. They both are."
"Frost?! My God, did someone get ahold of his father?"
"I don't-"
"I'll call Cavanaugh on the way… to make sure." The more she talked the more out of breath she became. "And Tommy? Did you call Tommy?"
"No, not yet. Ma, listen. It's Janie. She'll find some way to pull through this." As he said the words aloud, Frankie hoped that he would start to believe them.
He heard her car start. "I want to believe that but the past couple years have-"
"I know, Ma. I still miss Dad too."
They shared a silent moment of mourning and remembrance of Frank Rizzoli Sr.
"I'll be there in ten minutes."
Frankie nodded before he answered. "Okay, I'm in one of the waiting areas. Just call and I'll come get you."
He hung up the phone and hesitated, hoping there was going to be an answer and that he was going to end up talking to the Tommy he knew instead of the stranger he had become. Frankie sucked in a deep breath as the number auto dialed. "You have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service…"
"Fuck!"
People mumbled around him. He glanced upward and decided that he didn't care. A hand encased his shoulder. Frankie turned.
Vince Korsak's eyes were bloodshot and his countenance forlorn. "Hey. I left forensics to finish up at the scene."
Frankie opened his mouth to speak but fell apart instead.
Korsak's hand went from his shoulder to the back of his neck, providing a spot of comfort. "It's okay to do this. That's your sister in there and your best friend."
Frankie wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. His chest ached but somehow it felt hollow as well. "How the fuck did this happen, Korsak?"
He sighed and wiped a hand over his face as he sat down. "Don't know. They went to go question a potential witness. Perps got there first took her out. They kinda walked in on it and didn't see it coming." Korsak closed his eyes. "Fucking assholes."
"Did we…did we get them?" Frankie was almost afraid to ask, afraid to hope.
"Fuck yes we did. Had cars in the vicinity. Chased them down. They crashed and one was dead on scene. The other one is here."
Frankie's heart stuttered in his chest. "Here? In the ER?" He stood, ready and more than willing to mete out retribution.
Korsak grabbed his arm. "Sit down. You're better than that, and if Jane found out-"
"Bullshit. She would be thinking the same."
"For all of five seconds."Korsak countered.
He was right. Frankie sank back into his chair.
"He's in bad shape if that's any consolation. Shitty things happen to shitty people. Karma can be a bitch but she deserves a nice fuck tonight."
Frankie smirked and peered down at the clenched hands in his lap, willing them to relax even though it was an impossibility. "Does Barry's dad know?"
"He's in Afghanistan. I relayed a message the best I could."
Frankie's phone beeped. He peered at it. "Ma's here."
Korsak stood. "I'll go get her."
"No, I got this." As Korsak sat back down, Frankie got to his feet. He felt shaky and wondered if his legs would hold him. Then, he decided they would just have to.