I promised walkthelineorcrossit Rizzoli and Isles fic for Christmas. It's now July 1st and here it is :)
My first fic for this beautiful pairing and I enjoyed writing it, so I hope you enjoy reading it 3

Jane looked over from the kitchen to where Maura was giggling away at whatever girly film she'd insisted putting on. Well, that was Jane's story and she was sticking to it. Truth be told, Maura didn't have to do a whole lot of insisting. Just having her standing there, staring at Jane with her ridiculously large green eyes was pretty much enough to make the detective do anything she wanted. Not that Jane would ever admit it.

"What's even going on? It can't be that funny, Maur," she said, walking over to the couch with a bowl of chips and a fresh bottle of wine. Again, she'd never tell the boys at the precinct that she drank wine at home since becoming best friends with the classy ME.

"Well, it's not intellectually stimulating like the films I would usually choose, but it's nice to wind down at the end of the week with something you don't really have to think about, isn't it?" Jane picked up the DVD case and scanned it while she spoke. It seemed like pretty standard chick-flick fare, childhood friends who could never tell each other that they were in love, until one got in some kind of life threatening accident. Or something. Jane was just glad to have an excuse to snuggle up close with Maura, "Jane, were you listening?"

"Was I listening to what?" Jane replied without thinking, only to get a scathing look from her best friend.

"It's not important, don't worry." She turned away from Jane and focused on the film. Jane sighed, realising she'd blown it, yet again, by being completely insensitive. She reached over and touched the blonde's shoulder gently.

"Look, Maura, I'm sorry," she whispered, "If you want me to know it, it was obviously important."

"It really wasn't, I just asked if you were in their position, wouldn't you tell them before they even thought about getting married?" She looked down at the engagement ring on her finger, twisting it around. Jane watched the movement too, her heart suddenly racing. She concentrated on making her mouth move and form coherent speech.

"I...I don't know. Maybe...they're just scared of ruining what they already have." She wrapped her long tanned arms around Maura's stomach and pulled her back, so they were lying on the sofa.

"But what if what they could get was so much better?" Jane grasped Maura's hand, afraid that she might actually twist the finger off her hand as well as the ring.

"Having second thoughts, are we?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood and distract her from the thumping in her chest that happened whenever her and the ME were this close.

"No, nothing like that, it just bears thinking about, doesn't it?" She turned her head so she could carry on watching the film, leaving Jane to sit and think. Not that the thoughts made any sense. Maura was her best friend, nothing more, definitely nothing less. She wasn't in love with her, no, nothing like that. She was just a good friend, a good friend who was engaged. Jane had agreed to be the maid of honour earlier that day, in fact. So none of this made sense.

"I suppose so," Jane murmured. Damn Maura for making them watch this movie, it just stirred up all these emotions she wasn't willing to confront. All these emotions she couldn't confront. She almost jumped out her skin when she felt soft fingers tracing the scars on the palms of her hands. Normally, no one even dared touch those and if they did, Jane would tell them where to go. But with Maura, things were different. Things were always different. Jane could just be herself around her and, bar a few minor slip ups, she didn't seem to care. Jane loved the feeling of being so free to be herself. She'd never had that before with anyone; friend, family, lover. So yeah, Maura Isles was different. But that didn't mean anything, did it?

"Poor guy," Maura murmured at the screen. Poor guy indeed, Jane thought to herself, watching the character being told that the love of his life was getting married to someone else. It kind of reminded her of when Maura announced her engagement at work. Of course Jane had known before, but still, she felt weird when everyone else knew. As if it hadn't been quite real before. But, still, she wasn't in the same boat as this guy, she wasn't in love with Maura. Was she? Maybe there were some feelings there. She definitely found her Doctor Death attractive, in all those high, high heels and expensive dresses. Maybe it was just lust? Wait, did she just call Maura her Doctor Death?

"Maura...would you want to know if there was someone else...who had feelings for you?"

"Is this a hypothetical situation, based upon the film we are watching? Or is this your way of telling me you're attracted to me?"

"Hypothetical," Jane said, her voice cracking in the middle of the word. God, since when did she get so nervous talking to Maura?

"Well, I suppose, it could make things a little awkward between them and I, seeing as I am getting married. But then, I would like to fully explore all the options before making such a commitment. Why, do you know of someone with such feelings?"

"Maybe...not that I am at liberty to divulge such information to you...maybe there's someone who's too scared to say how they feel, in case it ruins everything they've tried to find for so long." Maura shifted position so she was sitting between Jane's legs.

"Well...maybe that person shouldn't be so scared. Because maybe I've felt the same about them for longer than they could imagine." Maura reached out to stroke Jane's cheek gently, before leaning forwards and pressing their lips together softly. Jane tensed for a second before relaxing into it and slipping her arms around Maura's waist, "What do you think?" Maura asked when they finally broke apart.

"I think I've missed my chance."