AN: I couldn't get this idea out of my head, since I always loved the Hoyt storyline a lot. I already have some ideas I want to bring into this fic and I promise I will finish it. Just bear with me when it comes to updating fanfictions.

Enjoy, and please let me know what you think. xx

Chapter 1:

Jane knew that something was going to happen. Most of the time, her guts were always telling her if anything was going to be wrong, if anything would turn out to be utterly wrong. And her guts had been right. She had the feeling that someone was observing her quietly. Like someone was standing at the next corner, studying her, but Jane was never able to tell who or why.

After coming back to Boston for a special case, Jane was determined to finally tell Maura how she really felt about her. How she had felt about her for years. At this point, she couldn't deny anymore that she was in love with her best friend.

It was risky and Jane knew it. There was a possible chance that Maura didn't feel the same. There was a chance that Jane's confession would be the reason why their friendship would end.

But it was a risk Jane had to take. When she first started working for the FBI, she thought that getting away from Maura would help her getting over the feelings for her best friends. However, the completely opposite happened. After her wonderful vacation with the ME, Jane couldn't lock up her feelings anymore, the urge to kiss her and to just simply hold Maura whenever she was near her was unbearable.

She was in love with her. Completely and utterly in love.

Before Jane and Maura had parted, only three weeks ago, the ME had leaned into Jane just shortly before she was taking her flight to Boston, her hair was tickling Jane's nose and her words had sent goosebumps through Jane's body and a strange feeling was settling into her stomach. Hope.

"I love you, Jane. Please don't be a stranger."

But before Jane had had the chance to reply, Maura was already on her way towards the plane and Jane could have sworn she saw tears trying to make their way out of Maura's eyes.

And now, three weeks later, Jane was standing before Maura's house, anxious and taking deep breathes, slowly inhaling in and out. She instinctively rubbed her hands together, her fingers were stroking over her scars, a reminder that she was still alive. A reminder that she had to take this chance. Her chance of happiness. Maybe.

With one last breathe, Jane put her hand on the door and knocked, three times before she took a step back and waited. It were only seconds but to Jane, it felt like hours before the door swung open and Maura was standing in front of her, an unreadable expression on her face.

"Hi." Jane immediately wanted to slap herself, because who says 'Hi' to someone she hadn't seen in weeks? Jane had had a plane, she had prepared a huge speech for Maura, she wanted to tell her how much Maura really meant to her and that her feelings for her went way deeper than just friendship. She had written several pieces of paper with the same speech over and over again, trying to find the perfect beginning and ending. And now she was standing at Maura's door and all she could bring out was a simple 'Hi'.

Yup, Jane would probably scream into a pillow later that night.

"I, uh, I hope it's okay I came unannounced. I really don't wanna inter-" But before Jane could finish her sentence, Maura had her arms swung around Jane, embracing her into a hug. And in that moment, Jane felt like she was finally home again. In Maura's arms, exactly where she always was supposed to be.

"I missed you, you idiot." Maura whispered into Jane's shoulder and Jane could feel her blazer getting wet and she immediately tightened her grip around Maura. "Three weeks, Jane." Her voice was faint and Jane closed her eyes for a few seconds to inhale Maura's sweet scent.

"I'm sorry." Jane rasped out and Maura shook her head. "Don't apologize. I'm sure you had your reason." Jane nodded and closed her eyes again. She took a deep breathe before she continued. "There was and…" She bit her lip and sighed. "Can we talk?" Jane's voice was hopeful and Maura gave her a small smile.

"Sure." She said and gestured Jane to come in.

When Jane stepped inside, nothing had changed. Everything was in the same place as she last saw it and she felt a familiar feeling settling into her stomach. She was pretty sure this was what she was supposed to feel like when she thought about being home. Maura told Jane to sit down, while she fetched Jane a beer from her fridge and a glass of wine for herself.

After she sat down next to Jane, she turned her towards her, waiting patiently for Jane to say something. Meanwhile, Jane was nervously playing with her hands and slightly rubbed her hands over her scars. She was beyond nervous and she was hoping and praying she wouldn't screw this up. She couldn't screw this up. Maura was too important for her.

"Are they hurting again?" Maura asked softly and Jane met Maura's eyes and she gulped.

"Yeah. But just a bit." Jane didn't thought it was possible for her voice to get any deeper, but somehow it did and shook her head, trying to focus on what was important. Maura. For a brief second, she shut her eyes close, took a deep breathe and then looked directly at Maura.

Now or never, she thought.

"There was a reason why I went away, Maur," Jane began and Maura remained silent and Jane was thankful for that. She needed to get this off her chest as fast as she could, while trying to not screw this up.

"I have something that is...bothering me." God she was such an idiot. Why couldn't she be straight with Maura? Tell her exactly what she felt. No nervous rambling and no excuses.

"What is bothering you, Jane?" Maura's soft voice had a calming effect on Jane and when she put a hand on Jane's knee she immediately relaxed and a small smile lingered over her face. How she had missed that.

"Well it's not exactly bothering me." Jane stuttered out, put her hands over face and let out a low grown. Get to the fucking point, Rizzoli.

"Jane, I know that we had some difficulties in communicating with each other these past few week, but I need you to know that you can tell me anything. You are still my best friend." A small smile crept on Jane's face. But within seconds, her smile was gone and replaced by a frown. "And that is exactly the problem."

When Jane looked up, Maura's face broke her heart. Gone was the soft and calm sight, replaced with trembling lips and sadness written all over her face. Jane could see tears starting to form in Maura's eyes and Jane mentally slapped herself for using such a poor word choice. "No, no Maura, this is not what I meant!" She took Maura's hands in hers and squeezed them slightly. Letting out a shaking breath, she tried again. "What I'm trying to tell you is that I want to be more than just friends." Jane bit her lip. Maura wrinkled her eyebrows.

"Jane, what do you mean?"

"What I mean is," Jane stopped talking and was silent for a few seconds. Her eyes were closed and her brain was working hard in finding the right words. Come on Rizzoli. You chase goddamn psychopaths on a daily basis. You are working for the freaking FBI. You can do this.

"Jane?" Maura's voice brought Jane back. She had made a decision. Taking another deep breath, she braced herself for what she was about to do. It was a bold one. One that Jane would never do under normal circumstances. But this was special, very special. Because it was Maura. And Jane couldn't find the right words. Truth be told, she wasn't very good with words. Comparing herself with Maura, she would say that her vocabulary was utterly bad.

So no, words couldn't solve this problem. But Jane had found another solution.

Without a warning, Jane took Maura's cheek in her hands, leaned forward and gave the ME a light kiss on her lips. Kissing Maura was exactly like Jane had always imagined it. And god, did she had imagined it. Over the past few weeks, she thought very hard about what it would be like if she kissed Maura. But this moment, when her lips met Maura's, didn't compare to all the scenarios she had imagined. Maura's lips were soft and she tasted like strawberries and wine. The kiss merely lasted for a few seconds, but Jane had tried to give everything she felt in the kiss. Maybe Maura would understand now what she had meant.

When their parted, Maura's eyes were still closed and Jane was biting her lip, now for a completely other reason. Yes, she was still nervous. But she could still taste Maura on her lips and god, even this small kiss was already addicting.

Kissing Maura Isles was addicting and Jane didn't know if she was able to never not do it again.

Maura had finally opened her eyes, she was out of breath and her lips were slightly parted. Jane waited. Hoped that she hadn't scared her best friend. Ex-best friend probably. After seconds had past, Jane decided that she had made a mistake and looked down to ground. She could feel herself tearing up and she bit on her tongue until she tasted blood.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her cheek, guiding her head up and she was met with Maura smiling.

"I had no idea you felt the same way I do." Their lips met again and Jane needed a few seconds to process what Maura had just said. Maura likes me. Maura likes me as much as I like. Maura is kissing me. She put her own hands on Maura's cheek and pulled her closer.

"I love you, Maura." Love was something Jane thought she would never find. But then Maura came into her life. She always knew there was something different about her. Years ago, she should already have realized that just sitting with Maura on the couch, talking and enjoying each others company gave her more feelings and more excitement than kissing any man she had dated. Or had sex with.

"You do?" Maura's voice was small and she was crying, but the smile on her face told her that Jane shouldn't be concerned. It was a happy smile. "For a while." Jane smiled, she felt warm and happy. Holding Maura in her arms and finally being able to say those three little words.

"I love you too, Jane."

They had talked. A lot. And kissed. There was a lot of kissing. And Jane knew she would never be happier than lying next to Maura in her enormous bed, cuddling with her and hearing those three little words over and over again.

It was morning now and Jane and Maura were still lying in bed, enjoying each others company. Both knew there was still a lot left to talk about, but right now, neither of them cared. Jane had one arm around Maura, who was snuggled into her chest, drawing circles on Jane's skin with her left index finger. Yup, Jane could easily get used to this.

"I was always so afraid of making the first step. Your friendship is the most thing in my life and I couldn't risk losing you." Maura broke the comfortable silence between them and Jane looked down at the ME, a smile on her face. It appeared that this was her normal state now. Always smiling.

"I know, Maura. I felt the same. But after a lot of thinking and debating whether I should tell you or not, I decided I needed to. Because a small voice inside me told me that there was a small chance that you would feel the same. And god Maura, I almost went crazy because of that." Jane's lips found Maura's forehead and she could feel one arm sneaking around her waist and pulling her closer.

"I'm so glad you did. God, I have loved you for years, Jane. And you know me, I'm never the one to assume someone's sexualitiy," Jane let out a low chuckle, "But I always presumed that you are straight." A quick kiss on Jane's lips left her breathless for a few seconds. "I don't even know if I'm a lesbian or if I'm bisexual. All I know is that I love you." God, you sounds so cheesy Rizzoli. What the hell happened to you? When she felt Maura's lips on her again, she had her answer.

"Labels were never important to me. But if you would like to know, I always had considered myself bisexual." Another smile crept over Maura's face. "Well, it seems that I'm Maurasexual." Jane winked and Maura let out a loud snort, followed by a heartwarming laugh.

Silence fell over them. It was comfortable, it was them. Whether they were watching a movie or a documentary together, or if Jane watched a baseball game and Maura was reading on her science journals, silence was always with them. Maura stroke with her right hand over Jane's cheek and pulled her into another kiss. "I love you." She whispered between kissing and Jane felt like she was in heaven. "I love you, too." She mumbled back, smiling.

"God, you turned me into a goddamn sap."

"Jane, let's face it. You were always a sap." Jane gasped, pretending to look hurt and Maura giggled. "Maura," Jane started and her voice made Maura laugh harder, "Did you just mock me?" A perfectly raised eyebrow was met with a lip bite. "Maybe." Maura mumbled and she put another kiss on Jane's lips.

"I don't want to ever leave this bed. Period." Jane could feel Maura shaking her head and chuckling lowly. "At some point, we have to get up Jane." Another kiss. On her lips, on her shoulders and Jane wondered how she lived before she knew what Maura's lips felt like.

"Maura," Jane begun and she waited until those two beautiful eyes were looking at her's, "It's probably silly and way too fast, because we just discovered that we like each, well, like like each other and I was wondering," Jane mumbled until she felt Maura touching her cheek. She took one deep breath before she continued. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Her voice was faint and she felt like her heart stopped beating until she would hear an answer. When Maura beamed at her, Jane knew.

"Of course, Jane."

"Awesome." Jane laughed and Maura giggled.

"Besides, people have asked us for years if we were a couple." Maura pointed out and Jane let out a snort. Maura had got a point. Even her mother had assumed at some point if Maura and Jane were dating. And when Jane remembered back to the day her mother had asked her and how disappointed she looked when Jane told her no, she chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Maura raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow. Nevertheless, she was smiling as well. "I just remembered when Ma ask me if we were dating. She looked so sad when I said no." Angela would definitely not have a problem with Maura and her dating. But then, Jane wouldn't get around the grandbaby question anymore and she let out a loud groan.

"God, my mother will probably not shut up about grandbabies now." Maura giggled into Jane's shoulder and Jane just groaned. However, a constant smile never left her face. She couldn't remember when she was that happy.

A loud noise, the doorbell ringing, broke they little bubble. "Well, that must be my package I have ordered yesterday. Unusually fast." Maura wondered to herself and was about to get up when Jane stopped her. "Let me." Jane got up and gestured Maura to stay in bed.

"My my, Jane." Maura teased her and Jane rolled her eyes. "Don't get used to it, sweetheart." Her sarcastic reply made Maura laugh again and Jane knew she would never get tired of hearing Maura laugh. Hearing her girlfriend laugh. A cheesy smile formed on her lips when she left the bedroom to get to the door.

When she opened the door, she was ready to greet the postman, but she was met with nothing. No one was standing outside the door. She felt confused. Taking a step outside the door, she looked around to see if anyone was still nearby, but the streets were empty. With a quick glance at her watch, she suddenly realised that this couldn't have possibly been the mailman. It was barely 8 am.

Somehow, Jane's eyes found the ground. A small note was on the ground and Jane picked it up.

Her guts were always telling her if something was about to go wrong, they never had disappointed her. And once again, her guts were right. Before she came to Maura, she knew that there was just something wrong, she couldn't quite say what exactly. It was not coming to Maura, no. Finally confessing her feelings was the hardest yet the bravest thing Jane had ever done in her life. And she was proud of herself. After all, it had paid off.

She opened the note and her hands began to shake. A cold shiver was running down her spine. It couldn't be. No, this must be a cruel joke. There was no possible explanation for this. Jane couldn't find one.

I missed you, Janie.

After all this time, you still smell like lavender and fear. I prayed you would.

Let's begin. There is a lot to catch up.

C.H.

Charles Hoyt.