Disclaimer: I do not own Rizzoli & Isles or the song "Say Something" by A Great Big World, which you should listen to while reading this piece.

Say something I'm giving up on you

I'll be the one if you want me to

Anywhere I would have followed you

Say something I'm giving up on you

The front door slams hard enough to rattle the roof of the porch, and Jane winces with the feeling. She takes a breath and tries to step forward, down the steps and away from this place, but can't. Her legs won't carry her away from this home. She slides down Maura's front door, her hand over her mouth. She's not making a sound and there are no tears, not yet.

She's still in shock from the enormity of what she's just let go.

Jane held Maura close, brushing back her hair as the woman cried. Through sobs, she choked out the words, "I thought Brian was the one. He could have been the one. Jane, I LOVE him. But I think it's over this time."

Unseen or felt by Maura, Jane shrugged her shoulders up, her expression pained by the use of the word love. Her fingers tapped a path along Maura's arm, the other one tugging her closer against her chest. She spoke, a low murmur, designed to soothe. "Maura, I'm sorry. He's losing out. You're beautiful, intelligent, and perfect. You're everything anyone could ever have wanted and if he can't see that, he's an idiot." Jane took a deep breath. "Maura, I hope you know, anywhere you go, I will follow you."

Maura turned in her grasp to look at Jane more closely. "What are you implying, Jane?"

Jane bit her lip. "Damn it, Maura, do I have to spell it out?" Maura just looked at her. In a rush, relieved to finally put the words out in the universe, the sentence is accented by a squeeze of Maura's hand. "I'll be the one if you want me to."

Maura's face flickered for a brief moment, before she moved up in Jane's arms to be leave with her head. Her eyes traced a path between Jane's eyes and her lips. She raised her hand and moved it to Jane's cheek, resting it there lightly. The world slipped away around the pair, time having lost its meaning. A few tears trickled from Maura's eyes, and after a beat, Jane's fingertips chased after them, brushing them away. She lingered, and then slowly started to lean in.

The jarring sound of the telephone ringing startled them both, and Maura leapt from the couch to retrieve her iPhone from her purse in the kitchen, brushing away her tear tracks in the process. "Hello?" A gasp. "Brian..."

Maura shot Jane a look, before retreating to the entrance hall. Jane could still hear enough to guess at the conversation. He wanted Maura back. Again. And she was going to go back to him. Again. This was the third time Jane had been here for a break-up, and she had thought maybe it was the end for them.

Apparently not.

Jane rubbed her eyes until she saw stars on her eyelids, willing herself not to cry. "Damn it, you're a Rizzoli," she muttered to herself. She would not fall apart. She would be okay. Even if Maura went back to him, she'd be okay.

Maura's footfalls coming closer caused Jane to raise her head. "Okay, Brian. I'll be there in an hour." A pause. "Brian, I know, I love you too. I forgive you."

Jane shook her head, unbelieving. Really?

Maura hung up and looked at Jane, trying to figure out the right words. "He… he wants to talk about it."

Jane stood. "Well, I suppose I should let you get to it." Maura nodded, and Jane moved towards the door, picking up her badge and gun from the counter. Her hand on the doorknob, she turned. "I can't leave without an answer." Maura would not look at her straight, instead staring down at the phone in her hand. Jane took a step towards her. "Maura, come on." Her voice caught, desperation clear under the words. "Say something." When Maura looked up at her finally, she continued. "You heard me. I put it out there. Now say something, please."

Maura shook her head, wordless. Shock read on her face, and the tears started again. "Jane, I…"

Jane suddenly got angry, and threw up her hands. "Really? I'm your best friend. For all these years, I've been right here." Her voice lowered. "You can't tell me you don't see that. I've just been waiting for you to notice me, the fact that I'm inexplicably, completely fucking in love with you."

Maura choked back a sob at Jane's declaration of love. "But, you heard… Brian's coming back." She twisted her hands, composing the right words, before she shook her head. "Jane, I can't. Think of everything we'd be giving up."

Rushing forward, Jane took up Maura's hands between hers. "Maura, you are everything." Maura pulled out of her grasp, turning her back on Jane. "Maura." When the woman didn't respond but to bury her head in her hands, Jane got louder. "Maura, damn it, say something." Jane moved closer, only inches away. "You can't lie. Tell me you don't feel the same way. Say that."

Maura won't speak, and it's an answer in and of itself. And Jane whispered, "And you're choosing him anyway?" A nod was Maura's answer.

Jane breathed deeply. "You're a coward." Maura wheeled around, pushing Jane backwards against the front door. Her hand on Jane's chest, she stared into Jane's eyes. Her eyes travelled to Jane's lips, and in a second, she's against them: a kiss filled with anger and passion and - Jane was positive she could taste it - love. Shocked, her palms are still flat against the door where she braced herself at Maura's anger. But emboldened by the kiss, Jane stepped forward, moving her arms around Maura, pulling her in closer.

Maura sighed into the kiss as Jane's tongue against hers, and melted for a moment. But she recovered, pushing back on Jane's shoulders, breaking the kiss. She reached behind her, pulling Jane's arms from around her, and stepped back, away from her best friend. She still has not spoken.

Jane stood there for a moment, heart beating fast, before she twisted her hands together. The pads of her fingers scrapping against the scars on her palms, she felt her heart snap into place. Facing Maura, whose eyes were filled with tears and a trace of anger, she spoke calmly, a scary serene in her tone. "Say something, or I'm giving up on you."

Maura doesn't speak, just leaned forward to open the door and gestured for Jane to leave. A single backwards step later and Jane knew in her heart, she's taken the final step across Maura's threshold. She longed to hold Maura's gaze, but instead Jane turned. The door slammed behind her.

Still leaning against the front door, Jane swallows hard, determined not to fall apart completely on Maura's porch. Whispering, she speaks the last words she'll ever say on the property. "You're the one that I love," her voice catches, "And I'm saying goodbye."

She propels herself upwards, forces herself not to look backwards, and walks away.

Inside, Maura is leaning against the door, forehead pressed against it, and she feels the vibrations as Jane stands up. She's crying again, but she manages to speak four words. "I love you Jane." Her last word is formed on an exhalation, barely escaping.

"Goodbye."

And I will swallow my pride

You're the one that I love

And I'm saying goodbye

Author's Note: I hope I did the song justice. I listened to it and thought it was remarkable how NATURAL the words were - that these are the words you might say if you were down to your last straw and you just had to get someone to SEE. Many of Jane's words are directly quoted from the song - I can identify all of them if you wish. That was the point... see how lyrics can translate into our lives.

I have an idea in my head about potentially exploring the idea of Maura's side of this/reactions using another song, but I'm not sure if there's any interest.

Please review if you're willing. I'm actually really interested to hear people's opinions about this exercise, and you'll warm my heart. If you have any thoughts about a potential second chapter/Maura's side, please let me know. I can only get better with your help, dear readers.

Last, but of course not least - THANK YOU.