This is my first ever Rizzoli and Isles fanfiction! I write mainly for In Plain Sight and have a one-shot for Glee. But, here I am, spreading hannanball13 mayhem to this fandom. I do hope you enjoy- hopefully, this aspect has not been overdone and if so, I hope to give it some zest!

-Hannanball13

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Jane Rizzoli stood, her boots smacking against the tile of the bathroom floor with loud, rhythmic 'clacks'. "Come on, Maura!" She begged, peeking through the frosted window of the shower door, her view of Doctor Isles skewed by condensed water droplets. The woman, already distorted in shape, looked like an image staring back at Jane from a funhouse mirror. Her caramel locks hung in soaked bunches, uncurled by the steady drumming of water on her scalp. The dark haired detective sighed, pulling open the shower door and crossing her arms at the bare woman huddling in the corner, attempting to shield herself from her sight. Her face twisted into forceful disdain as Jane chuckled, realizing how much she really didn't appreciate the cop taking a peek. "Jane!" She scolded, pouting with her bottom lip and her brow furrowed.

Jane tossed her a large towel and took her wrist while gently coaxing her from the tub. "We're going to be late!"

"You know I don't like it when you see me this way!"

"Newsflash, Maura! I'm your girlfriend; I've seen you naked about a hundred times!" Jane grinned widely. "Now get your ass dressed!" She teased, patting her on her bottom.

"Really, Jane! I look like a house!" Maura wrapped the towel tighter around her bump, pulling away from the hands of her partner.

"So do I, Maur! But, I still manage to get out of the shower and dress myself before I'm twenty five minutes late for work!" She hollered playfully.

"Don't yell at me!" She cried, shedding real tears. Jane's brow furrowed, and she bit her bottom lip.

"Oh, please, don't cry—Maura!" Jane begged, hurrying over to the bed where her girlfriend whimpered. She plopped down on the edge, taking Maura in her arms. "Please don't.."

"My hormones…. There are—are so many—

"Shhhh, I know. I literally understand what you're going through, baby I get it." Jane soothed, caressing the red cheek of the doctor in her arms.

Jane huffed, thinking how much she'd rather go back to bed, but had to pull it together. She was still adjusting, to everything. All of this had happened all at once, each of them approached their thirty-second week together, and she had to laugh at how they had gotten themselves into this mess…

"This is obviously a faulty test, Maura! You had to have screwed something up!" Jane hollered through the ME's office as the caramel blonde flipped through pages of a very slim file. Eyes grazing the pages in hopes her wits would come about her and she could honestly admit she had read the results incorrectly. Beads of sweat trickled from her hairline, and she wiped them away quickly, still skimming the medical jargon printed all over the page.

"Jane, as much as you would like to believe for this microscopic likelihood to be false, I am afraid you are, in fact, impregnated." Doctor Isles stated with precision, her pen scratching on a blank sheet of paper. "Now tell me, when was your last menstruation?" She glanced up to her friend. Detective Rizzoli's dark, wavy hair hung to her shoulders like always, her hands were on her hips and she gnawed on her bottom lip as she did in any stressful situation. Her eyes grew with frustration, glistening with pain and indecision.

"Christ, Maura. Damned if I know…. November?"

"You end your sentence with inflection. Do you expect me to memorize your cycle as well as my own?" Maura shot back in her own way of malicious retort.

"Noo, Maura!" She groaned. "What the hell am I gonna do?"

It was as if Jane were too busy wallowing in her own predicament that she completely forgot about Maura's. Maura, since August of this year had been trying to conceive by artificial insemination. As it seemed, it was without any luck. For no embryo had developed, no test had turned positive. Until this one, which wasn't even cultured with the doctor's blood, but Jane's.

"Well, aren't you glad I run routine cultures on your DNA, we caught this in its early stages…"

"I'm pregnant, I don't have cancer." Rizzolli spat at the medical examiner.

"Maybe you should look on the bright side! Some women try for months and their eggs never seem to fertilize! Gestation, although a very complex process, can only occur if a preceding process- fertilization takes place, which is fairly simple for women of the correct physical health and age group to accomplish." She said it so sweetly and with a forced grin to act as the cherry on top.

"Maura, I didn't expect- ah hell." Jane whined, leaning against the wall.

Doctor Isles stood up from her seat, and Jane caught her sway ever so slightly before she bounded elegantly to her side. "You okay there, Maur?" Jane asked in her rasp, grabbing the doctor's arm with a firm grasp.

"Just a small bout of vertigo. It only comes now and then, but lately it's had an angry streak. I think it's because I've halted the medications I've been taking since Summer to help me conceive." She responded, holding her head in her hand to steady the spinning room.

Jane shifted her weight to her left foot, to adjust her head as a means to get a better look at her best friend. "You stopped taking the meds? But-

"They're clearly not working, Jane. I see no point in the procedures if they are failing!"

"You know better, it's science. You know sometimes-

"I'm done with sometimes. Jane, it does not matter! I still have time. I can't let a near death experience send my slow and steady biological clocking ticking too fast! Now, let me go and tell me what your next move is." She argued, shaking weakly away from Rizzoli's grip.

"My next move probably has something to do with removing that new case of beer from my fridge." She said jokingly.

"No.. I'm.. I'm seri-

And what happened next was the most shocking to Jane. Maura collapsed- crumbling to the floor of her office, only half awake and slightly stirring. The detective was on her knees, coaxing her to come to when she decided to call for help. When Frost arrived he called an ambulance, a scary scene- even scarier than the ones currently able to be seen from the morgue. Jane was unaware of everything, as if Maura looking sickly enough and Jane feeling incredibly nauseous wasn't enough of a horrific feeling, they wouldn't let her anywhere near her when the help finally burst through Maura's new, crazy expensive doorway. Her friend groaned petrifying and heart wrenching sounds, escaping from between her thin, perfect lips.

"Maur, I'm right here! You hear me? I'm right here!" Jane shouted over the swarm of medics and cops that had seemed to push her away and themselves closer. She clawed for the sleeve of a man loading her into the ambulance. "I have to go with her." She demanded meekly. The man nodded, not arguing, unable to once he saw the absolute look of fear in Jane's eyes- pools of worry were hard to face, no matter what you were trained for.

"Okay, Maura. We're gonna get you all fixed up!" She whimpered into the ear of the woman lying on the gurney.

"Janeeee." She groaned, in and out, nearly unintelligibly. "Keep, k-eep…." She struggled for a few more seconds. "You s-hould… ke-ep the b-aby!" She finally choked out as they gave her supplemental oxygen. "You sh-ould…" She whispered again, before falling off the coherency cliff once more.

"Maura, I had no intentions of- you know what? Just rest, please? Just rest." Jane whispered to her, stroking sweat soaked strands of her hair. "I'm sorry." She found herself saying. "If I had been paying attention…"

"Her blood pressure is rather high…" The paramedic stated and he smacked the back of the driver's seat a few times to get him to speed up through the Boston streets. He undid the cuff, the velcro scratching just so that Jane cringed, that sound was familiar, but gut wrenching right about now.

Maura was in and she was out and she was clammy and hot all at the same time. Jane was horrified, her fingers intertwined in her best friend's, squeezing gently to let her know she was right there beside her. "We're almost there, Maura." She soothed at the stirring woman, shaking her head and muttering words Jane couldn't hear.

"Mhmmm." The moans were loud and she realized the doctor was coming to. They had unloaded her, and settled her in the E.R. in a private room, the best Jane's salary could buy.

"Thank Jesus, you're awake." Jane said as a rogue tear trickled down her cheek. Maura, scooted up in bed. "Please don't tell me that was a hypertensive episode." She sighed, adjusting the blankets on her lap. "I feel like I have a migraine. Where's the physician? Have they run their tests?" She began pulling the sheets from her bottom half and reaching for her clothes that had been neatly folded on the stand beside the bed.

"Now hold it there, cowgirl. Take a few deep breaths." Jane nudged her legs back into the blankets. "You passed out, let's not rush to leave just yet." She scolded, leaning on her knees, her legs uncrossed, looking to her friend, "You're not allowed to come close to giving me a heart attack and then jump up three minutes after I get you to a hospital! Sit back. No murders today, you get a break."

"I still need to do a full autopsy on that Archibald fellow. There seems to have been reason that he was poisoned by an overdose of his own insulin." The way she fidgeted was as if she was child about to watch her favorite movie or eat ice cream for dinner. Jane had to roll her eyes.

"Interesting." Jane answered, her eyebrows raised, trying to fain a similar reaction. "Unfortunately, your health decided to go bonkers before you got a chance to cut Archie open. So really, blame yourself. You're not touching those tools until I've seen blood tests and urine tests and DNA stuff- so you just stop." Jane was still a little scattered from the scare, but now as Maura looked up at her with quizzical eyes, she couldn't help but smile. "My baby can't be without their godmother, literally seconds after their known existence!" She teased, shaking her head so that her hair bounced in that way that made Maura's heart flutter through an extra beat.

"Of course not." Maura smirked weakly.

Jane frowned. "Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so insensitive…" And she found herself gesturing to their stomachs. Maura rubbed awkwardly at the gauze on her arm, covering the needle's entry point from when they had taken blood.

"You weren't insensitive…" She began. "I just haven't been feeling myself lately. Now, I hope it's not a cause for concern…" She bit her lip.

"I'm sure it's not…" She replied reassuringly, grabbing her knee and then letting go as the door of the hospital room swung open.

"Hello, Detective Rizzoli." And turned to Maura. " Doctor Isles. It seems you're a little hypertensive." Nodding in Jane's direction. "Which is somewhat problematic, considering your test results…"

"What test results?" Jane asked, furrowing her brow. She stared at her best friend blankly, trying to understand better. "Is this some kind of secret P.h.d. talk I'm not understanding?" She continued, looking back and forth, "Somebody tell me what's going on!"

"I'm afraid I'm not sure…" Maura responded calmly, her face twisting with confusion as Jane's stomach did a flip.

"A nurse hasn't already told you? Well, that explains the static in the air." She smiled a wide smile. "Maura, your blood tests have come back with high levels of progesterone, indicating that you are pregnant."

They were both speechless, Maura fidgeting in the bed, Jane shifting in discomfort in her seat. "And you're absolutely s- sure…" Jane gulped, wondering whether she'd be waking up anytime soon.

"One-hundred percent." The woman reassured.

"Maura, we're going to put you on a low dose of medication that won't affect the fetus and set you up with a few bottles of prenatal vitamins which contain nutrients and such that a baby will need more of from a mother like you…"

"A mother like her?" Jane asked.

"Yes, you see. Maura is over thirty-five, putting her in a specific category we name- 'advanced maternal age'." The doctor smiled. "It's really precautionary…I'll give you two time to process and see you in a little bit."

She left, leaving Jane and Maura alone.

"This is great…" Maura finally said.

"You have hives…." Jane replied, touching the red splotches on her friend's chest.

"No I don't!" The other woman lied, batting Jane's hand away. "Just caught off guard, I guess I never expected…"

"I'd get knocked up and ruin everything?"

"You haven't ruined anything! The word 'ruin' would imply causing me devastation and you certainly have done nothing of the sort." Maura said, fiddling with her hands in her lap. "I'd given up hope… And then you told me you were… and I…"

"You were what, Maura? Tell me." Jane prodded gently.

"Really happy for you and scared and I was ready to help you."

"Now you get to do it all by yourself!" Jane smiled. "Well, you know what I mean." She inched forward. "I'll be there." She grabbed her hand. "I'm in, Maura. I was in when you told me you wanted a kid, I'm in now that we're both all.." Jane hesitated.

"Impregnated?"

"Yeah, that…" Jane gulped. "Now that we're both pregnant, Maura." She finished with a shudder. How the hell had this happened?

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