I wrote a story (6 shorts chapters include this one) and I simply translate in English (I'm sorry with my grammar. English is not my native language)

She was stirring, she caught the sheets with an iron fist, and she mumbled intelligible words. Then she began to scream, to struggle; and she rose from her bed, the sweat and tears washed her body and face, she was totally lost. Then reality struck with full force, she looked desperate, and she watched with empty eyes her dark environment. Her vision barely acclimatised to her bedroom. She rose from her bed and rushed to the floor. It does not take time to dress or even to be ready. She walked to the door simply cover with a simple vest, and she took her car and home keys without looking back.

She knocked on the door several times in front of her, impatience and fear were burning her stomach, she continued to hammer, although it was strongly disturbing the neighbourhood by her persistence. But she didn't care. Finally, the door opened, and she rushed into the opening, she grabbed her in her arms the owner of the apartment, who was disoriented by this reaction.

"Maura? "The so-called buried her face in the neck of the brunette, who automatically wrapped in her arms to the petite woman.

"Maura? "The blond raised her pained gaze to her best friend, who began to gently caress the features of her face, including the outline of her cheeks, temples, and her shaking lips.

"Maura ... are you alright?"

"Jane ... you're alive ... you are not dead? You are really with me? I'm not dreaming?" The detective understood perfectly the behaviour of the medical examiner. She had lost Susie, and now she was afraid to be alone after the loss. She had had this reaction after the loss of Frost, she saw him everywhere, she thought he was not dead ... and today, she still had this grief in her heart, I will always be with her. Whenever we evoked the name of his partner or she saw one of his objects that belonged to him, she fell into a deep nostalgia. And now it was Maura's turn to experience the worst torments.

Isles grabbed the neck of her friend, then stroked her hair and said with affection:

"Jane ... I beg you do not die, do not die as Frost and Suzie ... I could not live without you. Please, I'm begging you, promised me. "The Italian bit the bottom of her lip. She could not promise that she would not die. Even Isles knew it was impossible. It could happen anything in life, accident, illness, or any trade that could be dangerous with their jobs.

"I ... I ... will try to do everything to not die. But I can't promise I won't die tomorrow or in in forty years…"Maura looked down, she knew the brunette could not do more, she had to accept it that may be tomorrow, she would not be to her side. It was killing her…just to imagine…

"I can not ..." Maura whispered painfully ... "I can not ..."

"Maura ..." Her best friend tried to reason and she said:

"I'm still here. Now."

"Yes, you are….and I will not regret it ... I know I will not regret it, I do not want to waste time today, it is too precious. I understand….not aware of what is essential in my life ... what I'm saying it's you who are important... "Jane was surprised when she felt the lips asking affectionately against hers. She did not return the kiss, but did not try to escape. Isles pulled away and sighed:

"I'm sorry, I just wanted ... to feel that you were there ...with me…perhaps not in best way..."

"It is nothing; I know I'm gorgeous, you already tell me that. And a lot of women want to kiss me. You had to be proud to be the first. Aaaaah...I'm so popular. I had to pay more attention." The brunette said with a cocky smile. The medical examiner simply laughed and slapped the detective's tone abdomen.

"Yes, you are really popular and very modest."

"See, I'm so perfect. So I understand you want to kiss me. You are lucky, if it was somebody else, I already broke their nose. Also, even very close friends kiss on the lips. So was it good? I'm a good kisser. Right?" The Italian Joked, however, this time, the chestnut was silent. She did not know what was happening to her, and yet she did not seem to take this kiss for a bad action.

"You want to stay home?" Rizzoli asked touching Muara's shoulder, the latter said nothing but nodded.

"You want a hot chocolate with ice cream and whipped cream? I know…I know…it's bad for the health, and everything. But you will not regret it. And I will accept to…eat…a fork of kale…." The scientific wanted to add all nutritional evils to have sweet snack at this late hour; however, she accepted it with a bright smile. Then she walked to the kitchen with Jane.

"A plate of kale will be more appropriate."

"Don't push your luck woman!"