I just recently had a chance to catch up and watch this series from the beginning and I had so many ideas for stories, I just had to write something. With that said, this little creation is for anyone who watched episode 1x03 Sympathy for the Devil and was as disappointed with the ending and Grant leaving as I was. I don't know how many Jane/Joe Grant shippers there are out there in the world other than me, but I hope there are a few that may enjoy this. I only had two episodes of appearances to work with to try to keep Grant in character so I'm not sure I did a very good job but I did try. This story is meant to be the first in a series (with later episode tags as the series progresses) but if there isn't any interest for me to continue I like to think this piece can stand alone just fine as a one shot. I don't have a beta so I apologize in advance for any mistakes I may have made.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't know a thing from the show, but I do own an awfully cute puppy that fell asleep next to me while I wrote

"Well, have fun in Washington. I'll miss you."

Jane quickly closed the door behind herself, more than willing to put something physically between her and the drenched man she had just left behind. She'd fully intended to just walk away from the whole situation before she changed her mind and did something stupid, like go back out into the rain and jump him. However, as much as she tried to step away from the door, she couldn't actually make herself move in any direction, either towards or away from him. Dejected, with her back to the door, she slid down the panel of wood until she ended up on the floor, her knees bent in front of her and her head bowed into her hands between her knees.

She really should be worried about the muddy floor she's sitting on ruining her work clothes or possibly blocking the doorway for any other tenant of her building trying to escape the storm, but her brain is too busy playing a continuous loop of the situation she just ran away from to register anything else. Outside she could still hear the rain steadily coming down and tried to focus on the rhythmic padder of raindrops against the ground to calm her racing heart as his words replayed in her head.

"I liked you...for a long time, I mean like a really, really, really long time."

The reenactment running through her head was abruptly disrupted by a soft knock on the door from somewhere over her head. She held her breath, debating with herself for a full 4 seconds before she slowly rose from her spot on the floor. Cautiously, she cracked the door open, knowing who, but not exactly what to expect on the other side.

The door felt heavier than it should have for the first few inches but once she saw his face and the look in his eyes on the other side, she swung the door the rest of the way open as easily as she exhaled the breath caught in her throat.

Joe didn't waste much time with greetings. As soon as the door was open wide enough for him to have access to her, he had her in his arms and was nuzzling from her neck all the way up to ear, all hesitance he'd possessed just moments ago suddenly washed away by the rain still dripping from his body.

She didn't know where his sudden surge of courage came from but she wasn't about the stop him and ask.

He licked an arrant drop of water from her ear and she was nearly paralyzed by the shiver of unrestrained pleasure that danced down her spine. She knew what was coming and closed her eyes in anticipation. She only hoped she had the will to stop once she got a taste.

"Janie" he whispered into her ear.

The thought crossed her mind for a split second that she should be rebelling against the pet name he'd just murmured into her ear, but once he started trailing a line of sweet little kisses from her ear to her mouth, she decided she'd let it slide just this once.

Then his lips were on hers and any awareness that was left between the two of them dissolved, along with the rest of the world.

It wasn't perfect, she'd found through past experiences most first kisses hardly ever were, but he, and it, were damn good. He grabbed her hips and pulled her as close as he possibly could and gently backed them up until they hit the wall behind her. He pinned her to the wall, trying to keep as much bodily contact as possible between them. After awhile one of his hands wandered from where he had grabbed her hips up to her head and cradled the back of her head, buried wrist deep in her damp silky hair. Jane in turn kept her hands busy by wrapping them around his neck and then letting one slip down to explore his back and shoulders.

When he ran his tongue along her bottom lip to deepen the kiss, she was more than willing to let his deliciously talented tongue into her mouth. At the first real taste of him she tried to suppress a groan but failed miserably as his tongue explored her mouth. God she was going to get addicted to him.

They stayed locked together oblivious to anything else for a few perfectly blissful moments before they both pulled back from lack of oxygen. After taking a few shallow breathes and opening her eyes to attempt to meet his, the world came fuzzily back into perspective.

She wanted him.

He wanted her.

She was staying in Boston.

He was still going to D.C.

With his forehead pressed against hers, Joe tried to collect himself so he could meet her chocolate gaze.

"I know I just made this situation so much more complicated but I can't just walk away from you Jane. I've wanted this...you, for so long."

His whispered confession struck a chord with her and she leaned in to hug him. With her head nestled in the crook of his neck she let her own confession slip out.

"I don't want you to go." She pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes. "Stay...for just a little bit longer." she pleaded with her eyes "Please?"

"I can only promise you tonight, my flight leaves early tomorrow morning." He kissed her forehead before continuing "Is that alright?"

"I guess it'll have to be for now." Jane thought about asking him to stay for real, as in with her in Boston, but immediately dismissed it as not the best idea she'd ever come up with. Instead, she untangled herself from his embrace and took in his waterlogged appearance before making up her mind as to what would be second best.

"Why don't you come on upstairs with me, I'll make some coffee and we can try to dry off a little."

Joe reached up and tucked some unruly strands of hair back behind her ear before answering.

"I think I like that idea."

"I thought you might, I do have some pretty good ideas." Jane smiled and grabbed his hand in hers before leading him to her apartment.

The short journey between the entranceway and her door was passed in a comfortable silence. They were greeted at the door by her dog, who took a few precautionary sniffs at Joe's shoes and out stretched hand before accepting a friendly pat on the head. Jane kicked off her wet boots then stripped off her coat and left it hanging over the back of a chair.

She took a moment to give Joe a once over before regarding him with an appreciative grin. She definitely liked what she saw. All his wet clothing only proved to accentuate his muscular physic, but she imagined he probably wasn't enjoying wearing the damp clothes as much as she was enjoying looking at him in them.

He was doing the polite thing and trying to stay in one place by the door so he wouldn't track mud or wet footprints across her floor but as he stood there trying to take in the full experience of being in her apartment, Jane suddenly burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" he asked perplexed.

"You. You look like a drowned rat. You want a towel Joey?" she teased as she walked off towards her hall closet to grab some clean towels.

He looked down to check his appearance and couldn't help but echo her laugh with his own. He especially liked the rather large puddle that was pooling at his feet; it was a very nice touch.

"Yeah, well what can you do? Sometimes your parade gets rained on."

He caught the towel Jane tossed to him from the hallway and started drying off.

"At least I don't look like a wet dog like you do Janie." He taunted her as she used her own towel to dry her hair.

"Don't call me Janie you ass!"

He might have taken the seemingly angry warning more serious if she hadn't ended her threat laughing.

"You're just jealous." she countered weakly

"Of your hair? Maybe." he gave her a genuinely happy smile which he tried to hide in a shy look. He took a few steps toward her until he was within an arms reach of her.

"I've always liked your hair...it's beautiful." he reached out to her and she came willingly into his arms.

Joe took pleasure in being able to run his hands through her hair a few times. He'd been fantasizing about doing it since he'd hit puberty and realized that girls were fun for so many more activities than just teasing. It was still damp but it was slowly drying in little ringlets around her face, framing her smile and falling over her eyes. He couldn't get over how soft her hair was or the fact that it smelled faintly of vanilla.

He buried his nose in her hair and took a few deep breaths, savoring the sensation while he still had the chance. In another few hours there would be about 450 miles between them, preventing him from doing this any time he wanted. He was sure as hell going to cherish this as a man with limited time ought to.

She had never considered herself as much of a girly girl, or a cuddler for that matter, so she was genuinely surprised when she realized how much she was actually enjoying being so uncharacteristically Jane. Apparently the slightly feminist and hardened cop in her was on vacation. Instead, she found herself slipping into quintessential girl mode and getting all snuggly with Joe despite her usual apprehensions for the action.

It was especially odd considering just yesterday she had mostly convinced herself she didn't even like him.

She pulled away when even with his added body heat; the cool dampness of her clothes combined with his was getting just a little too uncomfortable for her tastes.

"Hey, I know soggy clothes aren't much fun to sit around in so let me go see if I can find something in my closet that might fit you."

"Fine, but I'm not wearing some ex-boyfriend of yours' stuff, that's just wrong."

Jane glared at him and walked away towards her room.

"I think you'll wear what I give you regardless of who it was last worn by if you know what's good for ya." she sassed back at him from down the hall.

"Oh come on Jane, you have to at least give me a small chance of keeping my dignity."

"Oh 'cause you're so dignified right now?" she yelled from her closet as she rummaged through her clothes looking for anything suitable.

"Hell Woman, I just spent the last 45 minutes out in the rain waiting for you to get home so I could apologize to you and tell you how I felt before I had to leave. The least you could do is let me keep a smidgen of my pride."

At this Jane did feel a little guilty, but how was she supposed to know he'd been waiting on her stoop for her? She really was flattered he cared enough to seek her out, let alone sit in the rain for almost an hour. She felt that familiar tingly butterflies in your tummy feeling as she finally realized how much he really liked her. Hold on, since when was she a butterflies kind of girl? Tough girl homicide detectives do not get butterflies!

Jane reemerged from her room carrying a pile of clothes she tossed to him before pointing him towards her bathroom. He slipped out of his soggy shoes but still managed to leave damp footprints across her floor from his wet socks as he trudged towards her.

"I promise they haven't been worn by any ex-boyfriends." she assured him, kissing him on the cheek for good measure. As he made his move to pass her on his way to the bathroom she playfully slapped his ass and then disappeared into her bedroom to change out of her own wet clothes.

He reemerged from the bathroom a few minutes later wearing a pair of her socks, black sweatpants and a red Rizzoli &Sons t-shirt. He found her in the kitchen fiddling with the coffee maker and snuck up behind her.

A strong pair of arms came out of nowhere and wrapped themselves around Jane's waist causing her to jump. She'd been so distracted with making coffee she hadn't heard his approach. Though that didn't stop her from leaning back into the embrace once she realized who the arms belonged to.

"So I suppose I have your father to thank for the convent change of clothes then?" he guessed, pressing a kiss to her temple then resting his cheek against her hair.

"The stupid shirts were actually my mom's idea, some crazy ploy to increase business and boost customer appreciation or something like that. Dad thought they were kind of ridiculous so I got stuck with a bunch of them. You can keep the shirt but the pants are actually Frankie's so don't get too attached to them." she answered in a long sigh of contentment.

"Speaking of your mom, you do realize she's going to flip when she finds out about us right?"

"Ugh don't remind me!" Jane groaned and tried to bury her nose in the side of Joe's neck.

"She just wants you to be happy Jane." He reminded her before dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

"I know, I know, but she's never going to let me live this down! Hell, she'll probably throw a party when she finds out. I can hear her now 'My little Jane finally found herself a man to make her happy'."

"I thought you said you don't need a man to be happy?" he teased

"Yeah, I've told her that about a million times but I'm pretty sure it just goes in one ear and out the other."

"Well I don't want to toot my own horn or anything but you seem pretty happy right now. Maybe she had the right idea."

"You want me to punch you or just throw you out?" She asked as she pulled back from him and turned around to lean on the counter and glare at him properly "because I can do either or both if that's what you're after."

"Hey calm down." He held both of his hands up in surrender. "I'm not looking to take sides or start a fight; I'm just saying maybe there is a little bit of truth in her logic. Maybe you don't need a man to make you happy but maybe it would be easier for you if you did have a very nice former police Lieutenant turned liaison to keep you company." He flashed what he hoped was an angelic looking grin at her and prayed it would be enough to calm her temper.

"You know I'm not so sure I like you anymore." She said as she turned her back on him to grab two mugs from a cabinet for their coffee.

"Oh come on Jane, you know you don't mean that."

"Oh really?" She countered "And how exactly do you know that?" raising an inquisitive eyebrow at his claim.

"You can't resist my roguishly handsome good looks or grand gestures of appreciation?" he tried first. Her skeptical look let him know she wasn't impressed with his playful answer so he tried again in earnest.

"How about the fact that you're such an extraordinary woman that despite me being a giant ass to you since we were kids you were still willing to give me a chance not even 5 minutes ago? Or because you want to know how this" he gestured between them "is going to turn out as much as I do."

Jane was silent as she poured their coffee and listened to him try to reason with her. She offered him one cup and took hers with her back into her living area to sit on the couch.

Joe followed her, a little apprehensive that he'd ruined his chances with her before they even really got an opportunity to play them out.

His anxiety was quelled when he sat down on the couch and Jane scooted over to relax next to him.

"You're lucky you're cute, or I would have kicked you to the curb by now." She commented as she took a nonchalant sip of coffee.

Joe muffled a chuckle at her comment before adding his own. "Why Jane, was that a compliment I just heard?"

"No...maybe" she tried to hide the blush spreading over her cheeks with her hair as she leaned forward to leave her mug on the coffee table. "What are you going to do about it if it was?"

He answered her challenge quickly "Oh something along the lines of…" he leaned in and claimed her lips again. It took her by surprise but she welcomed the kiss whole heartedly. It was sweet and playful but laced with an undercurrent of desire.

Despite how amazing his kisses made her feel, eventually Jane pulled back before things got out of hand. One of Joe's hands had already crept suspiciously close to the hem of her shirt and she didn't feel she was quite ready to let him get much farther.

They may have known each other since they were 5 years old but they had only just admitted any feelings for each other less than an hour ago. She had a reputation to uphold and she was already bending her usual 'new possible boyfriend' etiquette for him by letting him get so close so soon.

"Alright Tiger, I think you've had enough for now, you're starting to get ahead of yourself." Jane scolded him when that hand actually did creep under her shirt and a few fingers brushed her bare skin.

As much as he didn't want to, Joe did relent a little bit and his hand retreated from her shirt to settle on safer territory, which just happened to be her knee. "You're no fun Jane." He pouted but kissed her one final time.

"Well excuse me Mr. grabby but I don't see my hands down your shirt."

"You could if you'd like. Would you like me to make it easier for you?" He went to pull his shirt over his head but was stopped halfway through his efforts by a surprise attack.

"No!" Jane squealed as she pounced on him to make him stop.

She didn't do well with temptation and what would inevitably happen if she did let him take his shirt off was not in her plans for the evening.

"If you want to stay here any longer you will keep that shirt on." Jane warned.

"Alright, alright, you win." Joe was only mildly disappointed but he played it up to the best of his ability. "I can tell when I'm not wanted." The second he tried to get up off the couch he was pulled back down by a strong tug.

"You running away already Joey? I would have at least thought you'd last a few hours…"

"Is that a challenge?" he asked, curiosity peaked.

"Just make yourself comfortable and watch the game with me. The Sox are playing the Yankees tonight so we have about 20 minutes to kill until baseball mortal combat ensues."

"Oh, well in that case I guess I have to stay." Joe settled down with one arm over the back of the couch and to his great surprise and delight, Jane snuggled into his side. He dropped his arm to drape around her shoulders and gently kissed her temple. "So now what?"

"Well, we do have a few things we can talk about…"

"You mean like how I can persuade you to somehow move to D.C. with me?" he asked hopefully.

"Nice try. I was thinking more along the lines of when you were going to be here in town. You said liaison right? That would imply that you have to come back at least some of the time?"

"I'll be based in Washington but I suppose there will be times when it would beneficial to come back here. I suspect they would involve a lot of meetings with the brass and politicians though, lots of ass kissing and that sort of thing, that's not really your style."

"Oh hell no, you got that right. What about your nights? They gonna be booked with politicians too?"

"I sure hope not. I'd rather be here kissing you than out there kissing their asses." He proved his point by stealing a quick kiss.

"So where does that leave us then?" She asked dreading his answer.

"Looking forward to a lot of long phone calls and lonely nights interspersed with occasional weekend or business trips?"

"Well that sure sounds tempting. Remind me again why we thought this was a good idea?"

Joe's only response was to kiss her again. A long, hungry and sensual kiss with teeth and tongues and every ounce of desire and lust he'd ever felt for her.

He managed to coax her back until she was lying across the couch, his body covering hers and cradled between her thighs, without ever breaking the kiss. By this point neither were thinking with their brains anymore. With legs tangled together and hands roaming to find any available skin, neither was inclined to stop for any reason, baseball be damned.

Joe was very appreciative of the tank top Jane had changed into that allowed him so much access to her neck. He ducked his head to nibble on her ear then moved steadily down her neck, biting, licking and sucking until he got to her collar bone and then zeroed in. She let out a pleasurable moan when he found just the right combination of teeth and suction. Taking her enthusiastic sounds as an approval to keep going he slowly worked his way back up to her lips.

Jane was on fire. Everywhere Joe touched was tingling and warm. She didn't even care that he now had both hands under her shirt. Without thinking, her hands fisted in his shirt and she slowly worked it up his chest and over his head. The action barely fazed Joe and he was back paying homage to her neck within a few seconds. Her hands roamed his back and a hand came up to run through his hair, all the while making appreciative groans and purrs to encourage him to continue any and all activities he had planned.

Joe had just bunched her shirt up to right under her breasts and was grazing his fingers up her ribs when her phone rang.

His hand froze on her stomach just shy of grabbing her breast as the unexpected ringing broke the spell they had been under. He was very tempted to tell her to just ignore it and continue with what they had been doing but he knew better, it could be a case.

He prayed it wasn't.

Similar thoughts were going through Jane's head but she knew she had to answer.

She rolled out from under him, and went looking for her phone. Joe sat up and sighed as he watched her answer her phone.

"Rizzoli" The scowl that had been on her face softened as she heard her father's voice on the other end of the line. "Hi daddy."

Joe watched her as Jane wandered a few feet away from where she had been standing, unconsciously putting space between them to talk to her father. He could still hear her end of the conversation but didn't want her to feel like he was eavesdropping so he tried to focus on something else.

"Yeah dad I know, I was just about to turn on the game."

Although he was trying not to listen in, when he heard her mention the game he knew that they weren't going to continue where they left off after her call ended. Resigned to his fate of bad luck he reached for his shirt to put back on. He figured this must be payback for all the shit he'd put her through over the years. Ain't Karma a bitch like that?

"Yes daddy, I will remember to eat something. Tell ma to stop worrying, I can take care of myself. I promise. "

At her mention of food Joe's stomach growled and she turned around to throw him a concerned look.

"Ok daddy, thanks for calling. I love you too. Bye."

Jane hung up the phone and refocused her attention on Joe. She was mildly disappointed to see his shirt back on but figured it was for the best. They had been getting a little out of hand.

"Um, so how about we order some pizza and watch the game? It's kind of a thing with my family that if we all don't watch the game when we play the Yankees somehow we curse the team and we end up losing."

"Are you serious?"

"YES! Last year they were winning by 4 runs then I got called out during the fourth inning and they ended up losing the game by 5 runs. Frankie still blames me for that one."

While he really had other plans on his mind that didn't involve baseball or food, he figured now was not the time to indulge himself. "Alright, pizza and baseball it is then." He conceded.

"Thank you." Jane leaned over the back of the couch and gave him a quick kiss. "What do you want on your pie?"

"Sausage and peppers?"

"What no onions?" she teased

"You still gonna kiss me with onion breath?"

"You'll just have to find out won't you? I'll call it in."

Twenty minutes later they were settled on the couch with a couple of beers and the box of pizza between them while Jane yelled at the TV. On any other night Joe would have considered his situation heaven. He had his girl (yes, he now considered Jane his), a really good pizza and the Red Sox were kicking the Yankee's asses. Any citizen of Boston would be happy with just that last circumstance, but that only reminded him that come tomorrow morning, he would no longer be a resident of Boston, or even Massachusetts. That was definitely a somber thought.

At the next commercial break Jane noticed his subdued attitude. "Hey what's up? You look awfully glum considering we're up 3 runs."

"Jane, do you really think we can handle this?"

"What the game? Of course we can…" Joe cut her off "No, not the game, us."

"Oh, that." Jane took a moment to consider his question. "Well it's not very convenient for either of us and it's sure as hell not gonna be easy but I think we have to at least try…Unless you're saying you just want to walk away?" she asked unsure of his sudden doubts.

"God no! I've been waiting since like seventh grade for this. I just want to make sure you honestly think we can somehow make this work."

"Like I said, it's not gonna be easy but if we both want it to, it'll work. We'll find a way to make it work." Jane hoped her words were enough reassurance, she didn't know what else to do.

Pacified by her apparent commitment to their budding relationship, he managed to enjoy the rest of the game with Jane at his side. By the time the last out was made and the Red Sox were officially declared the winner it was getting late and Jane had a feeling Joe was trying to figure out how to make his exit.

He was reluctant to go but it was either leave now and make it a little easier for both of them, or ask to stay the night and make it even harder for them tomorrow morning. He wasn't positive that if he did spend the night with her (even if they were only sleeping) that he'd have the will power or the desire to leave her at all.

With his mind made up Joe grudgingly got up off the couch.

Jane knew this moment was coming but she had hoped if she ignored it long enough it would never actually get there. It seemed as though all of her hoping was for naught as she watched Joe slowly make his way toward her door and put on his now mostly dry shoes.

They met at the door with matching grave faces and considered one another for a moment.

Joe was the first to break the silence. "You'll call right? Or answer, if I call you?"

"Of course I will, you dope. As long as I'm physically able to, barring any emergencies or cases that might distract me, I will always answer or try to call you." Her smile was as comforting to him as her words and he accepted it as a suitable pledge to keep in touch.

They came together for a final kiss good bye before Joe disappeared behind her door with a longing glance back over his shoulder.

Jane retreated back to her living room to see if anything decent was on TV. After cleaning up the empty bottles and putting the leftover pizza in her fridge she picked up her dog and brought her to the couch with her. "What the hell did I just get myself into girl?" she asked the dog

The dog happily licked her face in response and Jane couldn't help but smile.

Later when she was getting ready for bed she noticed that Joe had left his clothes hanging on her shower curtain rod. She grabbed the dry undershirt and button down and brought them back into her bedroom with her, leaving the still slightly damp pants to finish drying.

She crawled into bed wearing the only things she had left of him and attempted to sleep, his scent still lingering in her nose.

A/N So that's it for now, should anyone out there enjoy this, let me know and I'll keep it going. I'd love to get some feedback (good or bad) if you have a chance and even if you don't, thanks for reading!