So here I am again, with a different story. I had mentioned the possibility of not being able to update as often as I'd like since I have so much work to do but my body seems to think otherwise. Since insomnia hasn't left me alone, I figured I'd write. This idea popped into my head as I was reading earlier. It's completely different from my other story "Differences". I'm going to see where it goes. Enjoy!

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Jane couldn't remember the last time she'd been so tired. The case they were currently working on had them on the 8th consecutive day of little to no sleep and they were still no closer to catching the killer. Frost, Korsak and she were now working in shifts because a body seemed to turn up every other day. Clues were piling up, yet every time they thought they had a lead it'd bring them right back to square one. Giving in and listening to Frost tell her to take the rest of the day to get some rest, she gathered her things, headed out of the building and towards her car.

It was on days like this that not even a cold beer at the Robber or sitting alone at home could bring her any kind of relaxation or rest. She opted for the one place she had always found some kind of comfort: the park. It was with that thought in mind that she drove in the direction of Boston Common. She liked getting lost within the park's boundaries, sitting a different spot every time. This time, she'd opted to sit and watch the skaters at Frog Pond. Couples, boys and girls with their families skated around the rink seemingly without a care in the world. Jane laid back on the bench and closed her eyes momentarily as she took in a deep breath and slowly released it. She longed for peace, she longed for answers.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken? It seems like all the other benches are full."

She was taken out of her thoughts by a sweet sounding voice. Her eyes snapped open and she looked straight into questioning hazel eyes.

"No, it's not taken, please sit," Jane replied, her voice a bit raspier than usual.

"Thank you, it's very kind of you." The stranger sat legs together and hands crossed at her lap. "It's quite a beautiful night out, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is." Jane didn't know whether to be annoyed by the now talking stranger or pleased that she seemed rather nice. "I don't get out much."

"Neither do I, I'm afraid. There's always so much to do. I'm Maura by the way, Maura Isles," the stranger said as she extended a gloved hand in Jane's direction."

"Jane Rizzoli," Jane replied as she shook the stranger's hand. "It's nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine. What brings you out tonight, Jane?"

"Work has been rather rough these last couple of weeks. I just wanted to take a breather, you know?" Jane didn't really know the reason why she was being so open with this stranger. What was even weirder, it didn't seem to bother her at all.

"I'm sorry to hear that. What kind of work do you do?" Maura asked.

"I'm a detective with Boston homicide."

"Oh my, I can see how that can be quite the stressful job, especially lately. I've been reading about the murders in the newspaper every day. Poor women. Have you gotten any leads?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not really supposed to discuss my job," Jane replied.

"Of course detective, my apologies." Maura turned a shade of red.

"No, it's quite alright. We can talk about something else. What about you? What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a professor of genetics at Harvard Medical School."

"Wow, that's pretty impressive. So you're a doctor?"

"Yes, I am."

"A doctor who teaches at Harvard. I have to say, that's a first for me."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, I usually just come across other cops." Jane mentions with a chuckle.

"I know what you mean. I don't get to interact much outside academia."

"So what brings you out tonight?" Jane asked.

"I find that I don't make enough time to just stop and look around. I'm always so caught up with work and sadly, it doesn't leave much room for anything else. Recent events have made me want to change that. I figured tonight was a good night to start and this place seemed perfect to come and enjoy a pleasant evening outside. I can already say that it was definitely worth it," Maura states, looking at Jane with a small smile.

"I can say the same," replied Jane. "I'd hate to cut this conversation short, but I actually have to get home and get some sleep. My poor partner stayed at work so that I could get some rest and I'd hate for him to have done that for no reason."

"It's alright detective, I don't want to keep you from anything. I wish you the best of luck with your case and hope that you are able to solve it soon."

"Thank you, I truly appreciate that. I know this may be a bit forward of me, but do you think you'd like to have coffee sometime? I've enjoyed our short conversation, and would like to get to know you better."

"I think that sounds like a lovely idea." Maura reached into her purse and pulled out her card. "Here's my card. Just give me a call or send me an e-mail and we'll schedule something."

"Great. I'll be in touch. Hopefully we can solve this case soon so that we can go have that coffee. It was a pleasure meeting you Dr. Isles," Jane said as she rose from her seat and shook Maura's hand once more.

"As I said, the pleasure is all mine, detective," replied Maura with a smile.


What do you think, peeps? Is it worth pursuing?