"Coffee?" asked Maura as Jane walked through the door.

"Please." She wiped her eyes and planted herself at the kitchen island.

"Don't let your mother see you with a face like that," Maura spoke, nodding her head towards Jane as she slumped further down onto the counter.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Jane asked

Maura stopped in her tracks. "What?"

"Maura, is there something wrong with me?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because, this isn't the first time I've looked like this, is it? I know that you notice, and I know that my mother has also noticed… then again, it is almost impossible to keep secrets from her, but even still, I know you know there's something wrong… I just wish I knew what it was also."

"Jane, I can't just assume there is something wrong with you just because you've had a face like a wet weekend for the past fortnight."

"Can't you just guess?"

"But I'll get hives."

Jane rolled her eyes. "Theorise then?" Maura placed the cup of coffee in front of Jane and slowly walked around to her side.

"Well, if I were to theorise… I would say that you're lovesick."

Jane scoffed, "that's ridiculous."

"Clearly not by the way you just reacted."

"Wh- this is my normal reaction to nonsense."

"No, your normal reaction to nonsense is either 'nope, definitely not' or 'you've got to be kidding me'… or something along those lines. What you just did right then… that was denial." Maura pointed a finger at Jane.

"Don't point your finger at me… and I'm not in denial."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Jane, it's okay to admit it. There's nothing wrong with missing him."

"But… surely I shouldn't be missing him this much, should I?"

"Like I said, you're lovesick."

"I thought lovesick was when someone had unrequited love for another…"

"It is... but it's also when there's an absence of someone you love."

"Well, that's ridiculous. I don't love Casey."

"You say you don't, but your eyes won't shut up."

"Maura…"

"Jane, just because you and I had something when we first met… something which we agreed never to tell anybody of by the way… doesn't mean that you still can be with him."

"But it does-"

"Jane, I love you, I do; but we agreed that as long as you and I are working together, nobody can ever know about what we did. Ever. Which is why you should be with Casey."

"What as a cover-up?"

"No. We didn't do anything wrong. But nothing can ever happen between us, you know that."

"Yeah…" Jane sighed.

"And you love him, don't you."

"Jane looked at Maura and nodded slightly. She took another sip of coffee from her cup only to be interrupted by her cell ringing.

"Rizzoli."

Ring Ring.

"Isles."

"We're on our way."

They both hung up the phones, as Jane downed the last remaining drops of coffee in her cup.

"Come on, I'll drive you."

"Ooh, okay. Can we stop for bagels?"

Jane looked at Maura, raising her eyebrows. It was her "are you being serious" look, which Maura knew all too well. Jane sighed.

"Fine. But I'm getting coffee."

"You've just had a cup."

"You want to stop for bagels on the way to a crime scene."

Maura rolled her eyes as they strolled out of her house, Jane closing the door behind her.