WarriorTiger's Visions of Misconceptions

And on it goes...

Part Five

I opened my eyes. Bright florescent lights blinded me. and I wanted to shut them. It felt like I had been run over by a truck. I had no idea that I had in fact been hit my a truck. I did a quick survey of my body and found everything to be in working condition, if not quite sore, or inflamed with pain. I wasn't going to let the pain get to me however. I knew that pain meant I was alive, and alive was good, for the moment. I turned to look at the sleeping brunette next to me. Sitting in the chair was none other than Det. Rizzoli. I smiled at the uncomfortable position of her body and the fact that her blanket was half off of her.

I leaned over and pulled the blanket up. I then slid my own covers off and decided to try and stand. I saw the condition of my left leg, but went for it anyway. I slid to the ground landing with a soft thud before collapsing in a heap. I pulled over the tray of hospital food that it looked like Jane had tried to eat. It landed on the floor with a loud metal clanking. Jane shot up in her chair and looked at the bed. She didn't see me in it so walked around the side of it to see if everything was okay.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked as she squatted down to help me. "I thought I'd try to go to the bathroom. It didn't work." I mumbled. She helped me back onto the bed. "You know," I started, "You didn't have to spend the night with me. I'm okay." Something flashed across Jane's eyes. I could tell I had hit a hard spot. Something was off. I knew suddenly that it hadn't just been over night. "Yeah," was all she said back to me. "I'm going to go get a doctor okay?" She walked out of the room.

A few moments later Maura walked in. "Hey, Jane said you were awake." I nodded. "How are you feeling?" I mumbled something about being in pain. Maura nodded and said she would get someone to help with that. A few minutes later a nurse came in and gave me some pain medication. Maura and I talked. "So do you what day it is?" she asked me. "Well, I know its not the day after the accident." Maura seemed surprised that I knew this. "How did you..." I smiled at her.

"I could tell by the look in Jane's eyes. How long as she been here? What is going on with her?" I asked. "Its been about seven days. You were in a coma. I shouldn't be the one to tell you what's going on with her..." Maura looked down at her hands. The conversation seemed to make her uncomfortable. I was going to say that everything was going to be okay when my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body began to spasm. Maura jumped up and yelled for help. Jane was standing nearby and came running. "What the hell happened?" she asked.

"She was awake and fine a minute ago." "I know," Maura said. "We were talking and the nurse brought pain medication. Then this happened." "Wait, what kind of pain meds?" Micheal (my son) asked. "I gave her codeine," the nurse said. "What!? She's allergic to codeine." A crash team shoved the three of them out of the way. Another nurse came in with some allergy medication, and something to stop the convulsions. My body relaxed and my heart rate normalized.

The next day seemed to start the same as the one before. I opened my eyes to the bright florescent lights of the hospital room I was in. Sleeping in a bed chair, unlike last time, was Jane. It must have been there that I figured out she liked me. Some strange part of her felt torn though, and I could tell. I looked down and saw the bright red band around my wrist. In dark bold letters it read CODEINE. I understood that they had given me some, not knowing I was allergic to it. This did not please me.

I looked at all the connecting wires and determined I was done. I was going to be leaving the hospital that day. I gently pulled the tape, holding my IV in place, off my arm. The area was red and allergic hives were present. 'Stupid people.' I thought to myself. I pulled at the IV, pain shooting through my arm. I was to upset to let it bother me. I pulled it all the way out and the alarm started going off. I looked at Jane. She stirred and opened her eyes. She sat up, "What are you doing?" "I'm getting the hell out of here." I replied back to her. I took one of the heart monitors off my chest and the beeping went erratic.

A crash team was in before I had the chance to rip out the catheter. I ignored Jane's complaining and attempts to get me to stop. It wasn't until a doctor came in that I was forced to stop. "I'll let you go tomorrow, if you promise me that you will behave for one more day." I grumbled my okay and laid back down. Jane received a phone call and looked at me. "I have to go," she simply said. She left without saying much more. I could tell she was concerned about me, and upset that I was trying to leave on my own.

Please read The Rizzoli Files before reading this. This continues the dream episodes.

Part Three

I was at home on the couch. I had passed out. There was a beer in my hand, but it had not split. I was groggy and set the beer on the coffee table and rubbed my eyes. I remembered what had happened last night. I felt both horrible and invigorated. I got up, still dressed in what I had been wearing. I walked over to the bar that I had in my kitchen. I heard my son walk down the stairs. "How was your date?" he asked. I mumbled something and he laughed. "A little hungover?" "Yeah, a little." I replied. "I'm going out for a jog. I need some fresh air." My son looked at me. "So you need time to think huh?" I nodded. I changed my clothes and headed out.

-Note: View change to Rizzoli.-

Rizzoli walked into the Boston PD Homicide department. Waiting with her coffee was Maura. She smiled at Jane. "So how was your date last night?" she asked. "Maura, don't call it a date, and I don't want to talk about it." Jane said as she took the coffee from Maura. "Mmm, that well?" "Maura, I said I didn't want to talk about it." Jane repeated. "What don't you want to talk about?" Korsak asked. "Her date," Maura answered. Korsak made a noise and Jane smacked him.

-Note: My POV.-

I was jogging along a street. I heard a noise behind me. There was a guy standing in an alley. I thought he looked a little sick, so went over to see if he was okay. I was grabbed from behind. The guy that had appeared sick stood up and turned to me. He had evil in his eyes. This was going to be a hard fight. He hit me in the face and my head flew sideways. Blood came out of my mouth. I reached for my cell phone, while kicking at my attacker. The cell phone was difficult to get to because I was in a bear hug lock from behind. "Ah, feisty one are we? I have the cure for that," the man said. I hit the send button on my phone twice, calling who ever was the last person to call me.

-Note: Rizzoli POV.-

Rizzoli's phone rang. "Rizzoli." she stated clearly. Nothing could be heard from the other side. After a few seconds she could hear screaming and a mans voice telling the caller to shut up. "Hel-" was the last thing she heard before the phone went dead. She looked at her phone and tried to see who had called. It was marked in the clear letters that cell phones come in Allison. "Hey Frost, I want you to run a trace on this cell phone right now." she barked. "Yeah sure, what for?" Frost asked. "Don't ask, just do it."

"Jane, what's going on? Is everything okay?" Maura asked. "Yeah, that call was from Allison, she sounded like she was in trouble," Jane replied. "Okay, I got it..."

-Note: My POV.-

I was huddled in the corner. One of my attackers was dead. He was laying face up with a huge shard of glass in his throat. I had a pipe in my hand and my head was down. My clothes were in rags, but still I sat there. It was as if time itself had frozen. Jane and Korsak came around the corner, guns drawn. There was no one there but me. Jane walked very carefully to me. She touched my arm and I stood up and started to swing the pipe I was holding. She took a few steps back, "Hey, its Jane. Its Jane." She put her gun back in her holster.

I looked up at her, tears filling my eyes. "I didn't know..." I started to say. "Shh, shh. Come here." She pulled me into a hug. I dropped the pipe and it made a loud clang. "Let's get you to a hospital okay?" She asked me. I nodded. Jane looked at Korsak, "Get Dr. Isles down here. I'm going to make sure she gets to the hospital okay." Korsak nodded.

Later that day...

-Note: Rizzoli POV.-

Rizzoli was in the medical examiner's office. She paced back and forth, wanting to know more. "You know, if you keep that up you will distract me." Maura (Dr. Isles) told her. "I'm sorry," Jane said as she stopped and leaned against a table. "I just wish I had been there to protect her." "I know, you're a cop. Of course you do." Maura said. "No Maura, this is different." She threw the ball she had been holding back in forth in her hands. "I feel different about her... it's hard to explain." Maura looked over to Jane. "Hey, what's going on?" she asked. Jane looked at her, "I'll let you know when I find out."

Maura's computer chimed. She walked over to it. "Allison's crime photos are in." Jane went to check them. "Jane, I don't think you want to see these." "Maura, I really want to. Please, just on the over head." Maura replied and punched a few buttons. There I was, covered in bruises. There was a file on the the slides. In small print it stated that they had discovered two different sperm donors. "God Maura, she was raped. In broad daylight." Jane sighed.

"Jane, I think you should leave." Maura stated. Jane looked like she was going to protest. "Jane, don't argue with me." Jane just nodded and walked out of the office.

-Note: My POV.-

I was sitting at the station. Korsak had come down to the hospital to pick me up. My son burst through the front door. "Mom, hey! Oh my god. Are you okay?" I hugged him. "Yeah Micheal, I'm okay." Korsak motioned for me to go to an interrogation room. Sitting there was one of those people that took descriptions and made pictures of suspects. I described what the other rapist had looked at. Jane was standing near the stairs to the medical examiner's office.

Korsak walked over to her. "She has a son?" Jane asked. "It seems that way." "How old is he? He looks eighteen." I stepped out of the room and was greeted by SVU. Both of them were men. One of them put his hand on me. I asked him to take it off and shoved it off of me. He did this two more times until I was yelling at him, "I told you not to touch me!" I shoved him away. The SVU officer looked like he was going to touch me again.

"Hey!" Jane yelled and they looked at her. "What are you doing to my victim?" She walked over to us. "Rizzoli, you work homicide, your victims are dead. We work in SVU, where our victims are raped, we have jurisdiction here," one of them said with a snotty attitude. "I don't care where you work, she called my cell phone, so it makes it my case. Now get the hell out of here." The two of them took off and she looked at me. "You okay?" I nodded.

We sat at her desk and she went over some of the things that had happened. After a while she said I could go, and that if I needed anything I should just call her. I smiled. "I don't have your number anymore. It was in my phone and that's not only smashed, but also in evidence." She smiled at me. "That's right." She pulled a card out. "Anything at all, you let me know." I smiled and said okay. I walked outside with Micheal.