A/N: First proper story but I don't think it's that good. I might carry on but I'm not sure yet. All reviews will be appreciated :)
Jane Rizzoli sat in the Dirty Robber with 3 of her closest friends or as she liked to call them, colleagues. They sat in their usual booth and had a beer, like they did every time they finished a hard case. That day though they had quite a few more beers than they should have. Korsak was asleep and Frost was getting a little "touchy feely" with Maura and Jane didn't like it. I'm the only one who can touch Maura. She's mine. Who the hell does he think he is? I swear when we get out of here I'm gonna… He kissed her. He... he kissed her. Jane could feel her blood boiling within her and her anger growing by the second. PUT HER DOWN! PUT HER DOWN FOR CHRIST SAKE! No matter how many times Jane screamed at him in her head she couldn't get the words out. Maura pulled away from Frost, looking a little flustered. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I need to use the lady's room" she said as she walked off towards the toilets. "Damn she's got a nice ass!" Frost said, licking his lips. "I would definitely do that." Frost didn't take his eyes off of Maura's behind. "SHUT UP FROST! FOR CHRIST'S SAKE JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!" Jane said as she picked up her coat and stormed out of the Dirty Robber. By the time Jane reached the door, Maura had left the toilets after checking her makeup and come back to the booth. "Where's Jane gone? Barry, what did you say to her?" Maura said calmly. Frost looked guilty and Maura knew he was, she could tell. Frost tried to avoid eye contact and Maura was getting more and more impatient. "Barry, what did you say to her?" Maura repeated, this time a lot firmer and louder. "I said… you fhujhsafusehfho" He muttered, knowing if she heard him, he'd be investigating his own homicide. Maura huffed and ran out of the door after Jane.
As Jane got half way down the road she heard heels behind her. It could only be Maura. As she turned around, Maura tried to speed up. "Jane, wait. You know I can't run in these shoes." Jane stopped for a second then carried on walking. Why should I wait for her? She was just practically eating my partners face. I don't need her. Jane walked the rest of the way to her apartment, followed closely by Maura and her heels. "Jane, come on! Wait! Please?" Jane got into the building and walked up to her apartment, planning a quick entry, but she couldn't get in. Stupid lock. "Jane, what's wrong? Talk to me." Jane still ignored Maura and finally got the door open. As she walked inside Maura quickly followed her in, avoiding getting the door slammed in her face. Jane made her way over to the kitchen, grabbed a beer then flopped down on the couch all while Maura was still stood at her door. It was an awkward silence until Jane finally spoke up. "What do you want Maur?" Jane already knew the answer but she felt as if she had to ask anyway. "I want to make sure you're okay Jane. I've never seen you act like that before." Jane had to plan her answer carefully; she couldn't give too much away. "I was just tired." Lie. "I just needed to get home. I'm gonna finish my beer and go to bed so I'll see you tomorrow, okay Maur?" Don't go Maura. Maura said nothing; she just turned around and left Jane alone. Crap.
Jane lay there for hours just staring at the ceiling, thinking about Maura. How does she not know? I've been as blunt as I can. She's not that much of a smartypants if she can't even figure out I like her. She probably does know but doesn't want to say anything. Of course she knows but who needs me when you can have Frost. God I hate him. Jane thought about how much she hated Frost for kissing Maura and how angry she was. But thinking about Maura and everything perfect about her, everything Jane loved, somehow calmed her down, brought her peace. I can't live without her. I need her. I love her.
The next day was awkward. Jane couldn't talk to Frost or to Maura. She needed something to distract her from last nights events, a murder, a suicide, anything. But nothing was happening. She was stuck behind her desk all day. Frost was ignoring Jane, clearly still annoyed at Jane for ruining his chances with Maura. "Korsak, is there anything you need me to do? I can't concentrate on this paperwork." Jane said, twiddling her pen. "Probably because you did Maura too much last night. Didn't get any sleep." Frost muttered but Jane heard him loud and clear. "Oh grow up Frost. Korsak, got anything for me to do?" Jane said, not trying to hide her bitterness as she spoke to Frost. Korsak looked between the two. "You could go down to Dr Isles and she if she needs you." Jane thought for a moment. Did she really want to confront Maura? "I'll go see her." Frost said as he stood from his chair and winked at Jane. When he was nearly at the elevator, Jane rose from her seat and followed him. She walked up to him as he was stood waiting for the elevator. "Frost, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Jane said, the anger now visible in her flushed cheeks. "I'm going to go and... see Dr Isles." Jane could feel her anger rising and rising. Punch him, Rizzoli! Punch him! Don't be a mardy! "If you go anywhere near her I swear to God I'll put you in the damn hospital." Jane said as she stormed off into the elevator and pushed the button to go down to the morgue, leaving Frost just stood there.
When Jane reached Maura's office the door was shut. Should I knock? Jane knocked twice and waited until Maura came to open the door. "Oh, Jane. I didn't expect you to be coming down here." Maura answered, partly hiding behind the door. "Look, Maur, I think we need to talk about some stuff. Can I come in?" Jane felt a bit silly asking if she could come into Maura's office. On days like today, when there were no cases to be done, she would just sit in there with Maura with the radio on, chatting and doing a little bit of paperwork. Maura stood back from the door and opened it wider, allowing Jane to enter. Maura went back to her desk and sat in front of her computer waiting for Jane to explain last night's events. "Maura, I'm sorry for last night. I know you were only trying to help. I just... I don't even know." Jane said as she flopped down onto Maura's couch. Maura leaned forward, encouraging Jane to elaborate. "I was just... I guess I was just jealous." Jane sank further down into the couch, trying to hide her shame. "Jealous of who, Jane?" Maura already knew the answer to that question but she wanted to hear Jane say it. "Frost. There's something I need to get off my chest and I don't know if you're gonna like it but I don't want it to change anything between us. I've felt this way for a while, well since we first met, and I just can't keep hiding it anymore. I love you, Maura."