Hey guys. I had this story up for a brief period, but pulled it down for more tweaking. Plus, ffnet was being FANTASTIC at the time. So, here's Oblivion! It's finished(roughly 11 chapters)and just needs to make it past the (wonderful)beta. :p So, reviews are welcomed, but they more than likely won't affect the plot. Thanks again! :D

"You fool!"

Maura looked down at her hands, covered in blood.

Jane's blood.

"You stupid, stupid fool!" She was confused at first. Then she realized that she wasn't being scolded by someone else, she was yelling at herself while she knelt over the body of her best friend.

Alone. All alone.

Not the kind that she had grown up with: halfhearted 'I love yous' and closed bedroom doors. No, this solitude was much worse because this time...this time she knew what she was leaving behind. To love and be loved.

"Jane," she called out and squeezed her hands closed. She couldn't see this anymore. It was too red, too bright.

"Jane!" Maura shot up in bed. The sheets were pooled around her knees and her quilt was on the floor. She looked over to Jane's side of the bed and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Black hair spilled over the pillow, and once her breathing had returned to normal, she could hear faint snores coming from the detective.

You must have woken yourself up. You've never experienced somniloquy before. Perhaps this is just an isolated incident. Look. She's right there. Focus on her breathing. There's no blood, and you're in bed. One premeditated murder, two premeditated murder, three….

Blinking, she turned and whispered Jane's name. Jo Friday looked up from the end of the bed.

No response.

"Jane," she tried again, this time with a nudge. Residual panic still coursed through her. The lack of response only adding to her anxiety. The sleeping detective grunted and rolled away, taking her pillow and stuffing it over her ears. A familiar buzz sounded from the table but even this was not enough to wake the stubborn woman.

Finally, after another whisper and a pinch to her underarm, Jane huffed and rolled back over. After years of sharing a room with two very loud brothers, she had developed quite the aversion to noise. She called out in surprise when she felt someone invade her personal space. Slowly, as she did not want to fully wake up, Jane cracked an eye open only to see Maura's...accessories shoved quite literally into her face.

"You're suffa'catin me," she whined, trying half-assedly to push the blonde back on to her side of the bed.

Maura rolled her eyes, and swiped the phone off of the table. However, when she tried to maneuver back into her warm spot, the hand that had been holding her weight fell slack, and she landed right on top of a sleeping Jane. Quickly, Maura moved back onto her side of the bed, shielding her ferocious blush with her hand and hoping that her friend wouldn't want to talk about what had just happened.

Now very awake, Jane rolled over to see that Maura had one hand over her eyes, while the other was holding the phone out for her to take. A missed call from Korsak rolled across the too-bright-for-midnight screen.

Before the drowsy detective could make a grab for it, the device lit up with another incoming call from her former partner. Grumbling, Jane took the phone, unlocked it, (after three tries), and answered.

"'zzoli."

While Korsak briefed her, she stretched and got up with a frown. Jane looked back down at the big bed, with little Maura huddled in the middle. She trapped her phone against her shoulder and bent down to toss her discarded blankets on her best friend. The breeze that blew through the cracked window, made Jane's sleep shirt lift, letting out all of her warmth.

"Bye, Jane." the light, sleepy voice sang from the bed.

Korsak's one-sided conversation stopped for a moment, and Jane was quick to end the call. Maura had yet to complain, but Jane knew that it was keeping her up. She placed a warm hand on Maura's thigh and rubbed it a few times.

"Text me the address," she whispered.

When they hung up, she was cold and awake. Jane groaned and sauntered to her pile of clothes in the corner. She looked at the nicely folded stack and smiled. That was definitely not how she had left them earlier.

Maura was momentarily puzzled by the fact that she had not also been called, until she realized that she was off today and the next three days. She wanted to imagine what could happen to her morgue in that time span, but doing that would release too much cortisol from her adrenal gland, and prevent her from going back to sleep. So, the doctor let her mind wander far away from thoughts of ruined DNA samples and a chair with foreign imprints.

Jane had stayed over after their dinner and drinks, which was becoming the norm. Since her miscarriage, the normally lively detective had been sullen and withdrawn. The rest of the Rizzoli clan had stepped back, giving her time to heal. It had been weeks now and she barely spoke to anyone. But, without fail, every evening after work would end with a glass of wine next to a fresh beer on Maura's living room table.

These past few weeks had been hard on them all, especially Jane. She'd lost a partner and a child. To make matters worse, the father of said child seemed unwilling to talk to anyone at all, leaving Jane vulnerable and single. She had seemed to take it in stride and threw herself haphazardly into her work. The more the world seemed to pile on Jane Rizzoli, the more she stubbornly fought back. That was one of the reasons that Maura was worried. Eventually it would be too much for her, and it would break the doctor's heart to have to pick up the pieces when the dust settled.

The bedside clock showed that it was just after midnight; they'd only been asleep for a few hours. She pulled out the band keeping her hair up, and quickly tied it up once more. She rolled over and grabbed the pillow from across the bed, pulling it into her chest. She inhaled her best friend's scent and tried to forget the images of a dying Jane Rizzoli as she fell asleep.