Hey, guys. I have a little light story for you. I mean, between those two other stories I am currently working. I hope you will like it. And of course you are welcome to tell your opinion. Enjoy.

T73.

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Dr. Maura Isles finds herself sitting in a part of a park that with symmetrically flowers plant around her.
The birds are singing their songs in the distance and the sun is warming her face. Her eyes are closed to fully enjoy her surroundings.
Nothing in the world matters to her in this moment of peace and silence.
She deserves this for so long, a little time for herself with a good book to read.
Her job itself is stressful enough.
She is an passionate doctor in Mass Gen's ER.
She sleeps too less and works too much.
Maura is aware of the fact herself because her private life is suffering a lot.
If she is honestly to herself, she isn't sure if she still has a private life.
The peaceful moment is disturbed as soon as someone is starting to shake her at the shoulder.
Maura grunts disagreeing and opens her hazel eyes groggily to get greeted by her friend the nurse Melissa Gardner.
"Maura." the dark hairs woman says gently.
Maura is blinking the sleep from her eyes. "How long was I out?"
Maura glances at her watch. "About six minutes."
The honey blonde stretches her arms over her head before she's getting up to her feet. "Thanks." she says and went to the big coffee brewer. "Okay, I'll be right there."
"Okay, I'll be right outside." Melissa says and hurries to the door. "Hey, Karen."
Dr. Karen Logan enters the break room and furls her eyebrows as soon as she spots Maura. "Hey. What are you still doing here? How long have you been on?"
Maura looks tiredly at the clock on the wall and sighs. "Uh ... Twenty-three."
"Twenty-three?" the woman with the light blue eyes and red hair is asking horrified. "Time to go, Maura."
"That's not gonna get me an attending slot." replies the gung-ho Maura before she's leaving the room with her cup of coffee in her hand, and the other woman is rolling her eyes.
Maura meets Melissa in the hallway and accepts a couple of medical reports. "Adams? She needs to know how to redress her sutures, but then she can be discharged." she states and hands Melissa the file back, opening the next one. "No, no, no. Ellis needs an EKG. I don't like these swollen ankles."
Melissa nods agreeing. "All right."
"Thanks." the blonde says and slows her steps as soon as a tall dark haired man leaves a treatment room.
Dr. Patrick McMahon smiles at her. "Oh, hey. I took care of Trauma Two while you were sleeping."
"I wasn't sleeping." Maura starts to defense herself. "I was just ..."
"Your welcome." he just cuts her off and disappears without waiting.
"You're on in five and eight." says a male nurse and hands her another medical report as he's passing her.
Maura's shoulders are slumping, but she doesn't complain. Instead she goes right back to work.
She arrives at the hospital bed of an older gentleman and is looking for her friend. "Melissa? You seen Melissa?"
The dark haired woman arrives in that moment. "Sorry. Sorry. I'm here."
"Okay." Maura says and smiles friendly at the older man. "Hi, Mr. Clarke. I'm Dr. Isles." she looks over to the nurse. "We're gonna need a CBC, lytes and a UA. Okay." she smiles back at her patient. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable today?"
Mr. Clarke takes her hand in his own. "Marry me?" he asks and Melissa chuckles.
"Wow." Maura laughs.
He squeezes her hand. "I have my own bus pass."
Maura is making a face like she is considering his proposal. "Well, then how can I refuse? Let me just call my best friend and see if I can borrow her dress. You sit tight." she says and is leaving for her next patient. She's looking with a smile at Melissa. "Keep an eye on my fiancé, and decrease his morphine drip."
Melissa is grinning and nodding.
Maura is replaying how she had drank one coffee after another to keep her mind and body awake everytime she got the change to.
How she had reset the shoulder of an careless cyclist, asking him Doing okay, and he just grinned.

Or how she was about to dress a wound of a man, slapping his hand as he were about to grab her butt.
Or that she had cheered up an little girl with just a blown up glove with a smiling face on it.

A venti, triple-shot, sugar-free, vanilla, non-fat cappuccino she had ordered and only got an cappuccino from the coffee brewer in the break room.

Mr. Clarke crosses her way and clasps his hands together. "Oh. Doctor."
Maura is looking a little confused at him. "Mr. Clarke?"
"Will you marry me?"
"Of course, Mr. Clarke." she says agreeing. "But first, we need to find you a robe. Melissa?"
"Oh." says the older man and is patting his naked backside.
The nurse is rushing over to them. "Sorry. Sorry. I'm here."
Maura's rolling her eyes and enters the restroom. "Going full Kabuki tonight, Karen?" she asks as she sees her friend in front of the mirror, refreshing her make-up.
"I found the dark circles were scaring the patients." the other woman answers.
"And she's got a hot date tonight." says another nurse named Samantha.

"Oh. Stop!" Karen warns her playfully and Sam chuckles. "I'm going out to dinner with my ex and his mother. He still hasn't told her we're divorced. And I won't be responsible for killing an eighty year old woman."
"Well, I'll trade nights with you." Sam says. "I've got to go home and sew six caterpillar costumes with Velcro legs for Katie's dance class."
Dr. Vanessa Parker, another woman of the family Maura is a part of, emerges from a toilet stall and went to a sink. "I don't know how you guys do it." she says and washes her hands. "Nick is totally pushing me for kids. I don't even have time to shave my legs."
"Stop shaving." Karen gives her the advice. "He'll leave you alone."
Maura and Sam are chuckling at this.
"Really?" Vanessa ask and places an hand on Maura's shoulder. "Maura, you're so lucky that all you have to worry about is work."
Maura's nodding agreeing as she checks her appearance in the mirror and a loneliness starts spreading through her body as soon as her friends are leaving the restroom.
It's not that she is an unattractive woman, quite the contrary.
But she had worked too long and too hard so her dream to be a doctor in Mass Gen to just giving it up for a random guy.
"Dr. Isles, you in there?" John, the male nurse, is asking through the closed door.
Maura takes a deep breath, glancing at it. "Yes, I'll be right out." she says before emerging from the restroom.
John is holding an x-ray up. "Ankle in bed two."
Maura is studying it and narrows her eyes. "Okay, there is no fracture. Just wrap it up and sent him home. Thanks. "she says and rolls her eyes when her phone starts ringing. "Hello?"
"Are you really coming?" the caller asks.
Maura would recognize the voice of her friend Amanda Stanton from college any time at day. "Yes, I'm coming." she says smiling.
"Good." Amanda replies. "Because this girl's great."
"You met her?" Maura asks excited back and smiles because the two little girls in the background. "Is she there?"
Amanda's hesitating. "I ... uh ... haven't actually met her in person."
Maura is making a face even though she knows Amanda can't see her. "Okay, you're not setting me up with a complete stranger."
"Oh, she's an friend of an old friend. She's really nice."
Maura is standing with Sam and sighs. "Oh no, what does that mean, fat with a good sense of humor? Not again, Amy."
"Look, it wasn't easy to get this girl to come. She doesn't do this kind of thing either." Amanda replies and Maura is wincing as her friend warns her daughter loud and clear. "Do you girls have to do that here? Do we not have six other rooms in the house? Help Mommy out here. I'm in seventh circle of hell, you better show up, Maura"
"I'll be there." Maura replies emphatically. "I'm just really busy tonight."
"Don't you dare saying you're busy. You don't know the meaning of the word Busy. Beggars can't be choosers."
Maura is rolling her eyes again. "I mean, I'm completely capable of meeting women on my own."
Since college, Maura had decided to go straight after women. After dating a lot of knuckleheads.
Well, women were different.
There were the types who wanted to gave a serious relationship with her and became to clingy. And there were the types who said that they liked her but didn't want nothing more but sex.
But now Maura is in the age in which she is starting to look for the perfect combination. A woman who is caring but not a leech. Who is a good lover but wants more than just her body.
She always liked the fact that she was able to talk about her sexuality with Amanda because she never judged Maura for that.
Amanda sighs heavily. "I know, honey. I'd just like you to meet one who's not bleeding."
Maura has to smile. "I've already had two marriage proposals today."
Mr. Clarke crosses her way again. "Marry me."
Maura smiles sweetly at him. "Yes, Mr. Clarke. Yes, of course. Make that three. Okay, I'll see you at seven." she glances at her watch. "Thirty. 7.30. What are you making?"
"Lasagna." Amanda is answering. "My Mom's recipe. No carbohydrate comments."
Maura has to chuckle. "Please. I'm going on a day and a half of salad. Anything'll do."
Amanda's about to reply but stops. "Who put SpongeBob in the pasta?" she yells and Maura looks amused at her phone as soon as she hears girls squealing in the background. "I gotta go."
Maura purses her lips and is hanging up.
She sighs as Patrick McMahon rounds the corner with their colleague Dr. George Walsh.
"So, what are you doing?" Walsh is asking.
"The only other option is Phoenix." McMahon answers.
"Would you consider it?"
"Phoenix, Boston. Hm, old people and melanomas versus great sushi and desperate women."
"Irving likes you."
"Dr. Irving." says a female paramedic. "Gunshot victim, internal hemorrhaging."
The older, experienced doctor is looking at Maura and McMahon. "How long have you been here?"
"Twelve hours." McMahon is answering proudly.
Irving is scrutinizing Maura.
She is nodding disappointed to herself. "A few more."
Irving shoves his hands in the pockets of his white coat. "All right, Patrick."
McMahon is grinning. "I'll scrub up."
Maura presses her lips to a thin line together and is about to leave resigned.
"Maura." Irving says.
She turns back to him. "Yes, Sir."
"I was going to wait till tomorrow, but I wanted to let you know that I've made my decision." the white haired man says. "I want you to stay as an attending physician."
Maura's heart is leaping in her chest and she's feeling like she could embrace the whole world. Instead, she is hugging her boss. "Really? Thank you!"
"Hey, hey." he laughs.
She's taking her distance again. "Thank you, Dr. Irving. Thank you."
"You've earned it." he smiles and is looking in the direction McMahon had disappeared. "Unlike others, you spend more time concerned with what's best for the patient than kissing my ass." he says and Maura hides her smile. "A risky move, but I like it."
Maura is feeling more than relieved. This is why she came back to Boston. "Sir, I can't thank you enough for this opportunity. There is so much I want to do here. I can't wait to get started."
"Maura?" Irving says fatherly.
She turns once again back to her mentor. "Yes?"
He sighs heavily. "The only thing I need you to do right now is go home."
Maura looks perplex at him. "But, Sir, I ... I have ..."
"Go." he cuts her off. "You've been here twenty-six hours." he says smiling when he sees her questioningly face. "I know all."
Maura can't help the smile that appears on her lips after he is disappearing and decides to finally find her way to the house of Amanda.
After she had changed into a black pantsuit and a revealing red blouse, she sadly meets McMahon in the hospital's parking garage. "Patrick." she says with a nod.
He unlocks his black Lexus. "Congratulations." he mumbles.
Maura's unlocking her grey Prius. "Thank you. I didn't know Irving was gonna ..."
He waves her statement with his hand off. "I have an offer in Phoenix. Life's good."
"That's good." Maura plays it dumb. "That's ... great."
He nods and opens the driver's door. "It's fine."
Maura nods and smiles before she gets into her own car.
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Maura does know that she shouldn't be phoning while driving, especially because it's raining and it's only a drive of twenty minutes from her work place to her friend's house in Beacon Hill. But she's far to excited and grabs her phone from the passenger's seat. "Hey, Amy. It's me."
"Hey." her friend replies.
"I'm sorry I'm late. I know, but I'm on my way."
"Ah, don't worry. Your date's late too."
"Oh. Listen. I have good news."
"What?"
"I got the attending position. I'm staying in Boston."
Amanda is squealing. "Oh, that's great! Well, get over here. We're breaking out the champagne."
"Okay." Maura chuckles. "Okay. Be there in a minute. Bye." she says, hanging up. She turns up the radio, but in the same time she's hearing squealing wheels on the wet asphalt and a horn.
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Jane Rizzoli is a young American woman with Italian roots and desperately in need for her apartment after her fiancée had passed away.
She doesn't need much. Just a TV, a couch and a fridge to store all her beer.
She already has seen a different kind of apartments. From designer, to kinda fetish. But none of them had yelled Home at her.

But after she had found a note on a bulletin board, she doesn't hesitate to call the number.
The funny part of it all is that exactly this apartment is in the house she is standing in front of.
She is well aware that she can't afford much but the apartment house is calling her name. That's why she's ignoring the objections of the real-estate broker.
She enters the apartment while the other woman is talking on the phone to the landlord.
The Italian likes the apartment from the second she has entered it.
The furniture are classy but still modest. She can tell that they cost more than she makes in a year.
The broker ends the call and takes a deep breath. "Oh. Well, it's pretty obvious why this hasn't rented. There's no one-year lease. It's a month-to-month sublet."
"Why?" Jane wants to know.
"Some kind of family matter. They were pretty close-mouthed about it." she pauses. "Wow, what a view."
Jane ignores her once again and steps into the hallway and escapes through an door.
The real-estate broker rolls her eyes and is following the Italian on the roof. "Jane." she says and her breath is hitching. "This is sensational. Oh, my God. And it's got the private access? They didn't do much with it, but, I mean, you really could do something with this. Isn't this gorgeous?"
Jane doesn't say a word and disappears back inside.
She finds the red couch, eyeing it and sitting down on it.
The broker comes to her and frowns. "Well, there's a few places in Jamaica Plain we haven't hit yet."
"I like the couch." Jane states.
"The couch." the broker replies.
Jane nods to herself. "Good couch."
The broker is realizing what the Italian has said and raises her eyebrows. "Good couch."