A/N: Wanted to bring you guys a cute Rizzles holiday-themed story. I'm always writing Rizzles (in various different situations) and I had the idea of piecing a bunch of shorts together to make a fun piece. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1- The Beginning: New Years!

Jane had left her a note and now she was rushing to BPD. On New Years. Not even a half hour before the ball drops.

She had found it in her purse. She immediately knew it was from Jane from her very distinguished handwriting–slanted, but bold. Maura had leaned against her kitchen counter and read it straight away.

Maura-

Reasons why I wish I was not at work finishing this case up and was spending New Years with you instead:

There's quality beer at your house–my beer (thanks for always having it by the way).

I could dress Bass up again for New Years. (I know you said I couldn't put party hats on him anymore but it's hilarious and I'm going to keep doing it).

I hid away some frozen yogurt for just this type of occasion. It's all the way in the back of your freezer. I got your favorite kind too. No it's not swirled. I still think that's gross.

We could be lazy on your couch and switch off between watching my movies (I know that they're "unrealistic" but that's why they're fun, Maur) and your boring-ass documentaries (okay I liked the shark one we watched once. not so boring).

We could laugh about all the stupid people we've encountered this year, and Ma's craziness, and the weirdest stories of the year, like I mean come on, we got some good ones.

I could beat you in gin rummy again.

We could drink and talk about all the shit this year and then forget about all the shit by getting drunk. You're sort of adorable when you're drunk.

I could fall asleep next to you. I always sleep better when you're close. You keep away the nightmares.

I could tell you something I've been meaning to tell you for awhile. A long while.

Well, maybe I can still tell you even though I have to work tonight. Maybe I'll see you later. Have a good New Years.

-Jane

Maura had laughed throughout the letter, but the last few lines made her heart beat fast in her chest. She had immediately called Jane. She hadn't answered.

So she had gotten straight into the car, and now she's driving like a crazy woman towards BPD in the very last minutes of the year.

For some reason, Maura has to know what Jane has to tell her. Right now. She tells herself that the reason why she's so flustered–why her palms are sweaty and her face is flushed and her heart rate is rapid–is because she simply hates not knowing things. But that doesn't account for the little flutter in her stomach that she normally feels when she's excited about something.

Maura walks rapidly out of the elevator and towards Jane's desk. Jane is busy writing, but lifts her head when she hears the sound of Maura's footsteps. She stands up fast, looking a little concerned.

"Maur, you alright?"

Maura comes to an abrupt halt at Jane's desk, leans against it a little.

"Yes, I simply got your note. And you said you had to tell me something?" Maura can't help the way she rushes the words, her breathing coming a little fast. She rubs her palms against her dress, smoothing the creases.

"Uh," Jane stands stock still for a moment, opening and closing her mouth. "I didn't think you'd–"

She looks around the room quickly at the guys working at their desks, Cavanaugh standing by the interrogation room window down the hall. Then she shakes her head and Maura can see the moment when she makes a decision.

"Um, yea," Jane says, grabbing her jacket off her chair. "Come on."

She takes Maura by the arm and pulls her towards the stairs.

Maura's very confused, just wanting to know what's happening, what Jane needs to tell her, what she's been hiding.

"Where are we going?"

"The roof."

"Why?" Maura is perplexed.

"Because I kind of want to be alone with you."

Maura doesn't know why, but she finds herself blushing a little. She continues to follow Jane up the stairs, still curious as to why Jane couldn't just tell her downstairs, why they have to be away from everyone.

Up on the roof it is cold, but beautiful, the sky clear with a wonderful view of Boston, the sparkling city lights. But right now that isn't holding Maura's interest. She's completely focused on Jane, noticing all the tell-tale signs that Jane's nervous, out of her element: the way she's rubbing her palms together, chewing on her lip, shifting her feet, looking up and down at the ground.

"Jane?" Maura prompts. Usually, she can be very patient, but right now she can barely stand waiting.

Jane runs a hand quickly through her tangle of curls then takes a breath and looks up at Maura.

"Okay, um. I wanted to–tell you, well, I would like to…Can I? Um shit," Jane stutters, clearly frustrated at herself for not being able to get the words out, and looking a little embarrassed.

Maura finds her patience, takes her best friend's shaking hand.

"It's okay, Jane. You can tell me," she says, looking right into Jane's eyes. She smiles and rubs a thumb soothingly across the back of Jane's hand, over her scar. "Just take your time. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

That seems to do the trick. Jane smiles. And those dimples–Maura melts a little. But she's far from prepared for what comes next.

"I'd like to kiss you, Maur." Jane's voice is soft, but firm, certain.

Maura's grip on Jane's hand tightens. She feels light-headed.

"Can I kiss you?" She asks, a little more nervous this time at Maura's silence.

Maura can't believe this is happening. Her feet might fall out from under her.

It would make more sense for all the lights in the city to black out right now, than for Jane to be uttering these words. That wouldn't surprise her nearly as much as this.

To kiss Jane.

This has been something Maura has wanted for a long while. Something she has suppressed deep inside her, thinking it would never be, could never be. It was better to have some of Jane than none of her. So used to bargaining, Maura would gladly go through the pain of watching Jane be with others, if it meant she was able to hold onto the best love she'd ever had. Was it possible she didn't have to suffer anymore? That she finally could let herself fully love?

"Please," the word drops from Maura's mouth, so fragile, so full of hope that if Jane doesn't catch it, it will shatter.

But catch it Jane does, along with Maura's waist as she pulls her in for a kiss.

The kiss is tentative, and soft, and full of wonder. Maura pulls away to look in Jane's eyes, and sees the same joy she is feeling.

This makes Maura really let go, allows her to dive in for a more passionate kiss. To run her hand through Jane's hair, grab her waist, press her body against Jane, give her everything.

People whoop and yell, shouting "Happy New Year!" on the streets below. The clock has struck midnight.

It is the start of a new year. And Maura has never been filled with such hope for the year to come.

Let me know what you think! :) Wishing you all a happy New Years!