Author's Notes: I do not own Rizzoli and Isles, just taking these lovely ladies out for a spin. First time publishing a fanfic so please be kind. Comments are always appreciated.
The honey blonde M.E. stands in her closet trying to decide which pair of Jimmy Choo's would go perfect with her dress. Why was this so hard today? She knew something has shifted in her relationship with Jane but she wasn't quite sure what it was. The lanky brunette has been acting a little strange ever since she realized she was no long with Ian. She loved Jane, no she was in love with Jane. But she also didn't want to admit her feelings and have Jane run for the hills. Jane wasn't interested in women, sure she loved her but only as a friend. She sighs and settles on a pair of 3 inch slingback heels. She checks herself in the mirror once more before heading off to work.
As she walks up to the precinct steps she can't help but smile as Jane greets her.
"Good morning, Maura."
"Good morning, Jane." That smile, she has come to realize that Jane has a few different types of smiles. The one she uses at work to greet everyone, the one she uses with the families of victims and the one that seems to only appear when Maura is around. That one seems to add a sparkle to her eyes and makes her dimples pop. As they ascend the stairs Jane moves her hand to Maura's lower back the way she always did when the blonde was walking up a flight of stairs or through a crime scene in sky high heels.
"How was your night?" She can't stop the small pang in her heart when she thinks about Jane on a date with Casey. It is unfair for her to feel so jealous about Jane having a life but it doesn't hurt any less.
"It was alright, we went to the Robber and then back to my apartment to watch the game." The brunette shrugs.
"It sounds like you had a good night. Is everything okay? You seem a little bummed." She walks through the front door the brunette is holding for her. She smiles as the small chivalrous gesture, something the taller woman does all the time. She wonders if Jane even knows she does little things like that whenever they are together.
"Nah I'm good. Just thinking too much I think." Jane said as we make our way through the Division One Cafe. She stands back and watches the two Rizzoli women interact with fascination. Her relationship with her own mother is the complete opposite.
Good morning, Maura, you want some coffee or maybe some bunny pancakes?" The older Rizzoli asks with a smile. Never once has she felt like an outside with the Rizzoli family. Angela has accepted and treated her like family from day one.
"I would love some coffee." She says, they make their way over to their usual table.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" Jane is looking at her with a tilted head and confusion on her face.
"I, no sorry please continue. What are you thinking too much about?" A deep crimson blush flashes up her neck. Damn it. Jane caught her staring at her just can't help herself, Jane is just too gorgeous for her to not stare.
"It's Casey, I just don't know. I love him but I just don't think I am in love with him. He is always running of to Afghanistan. I know I should be head over heels for him but I'm just not. It's like something is missing." Her heart hurts seeing Jane like this. All she wants to do right now is get up and hug her and tell her everything will be okay.
"Thanks Angela." She says as the older Rizzoli brings over their food and coffee. "I'm so sorry Jane. What can I do to help?"
"I don't think anyone can help. This is something I need to decide on my own. But thanks Maura.."
"Just know that if you ever want to talk about it or not talk about it I am here for you." She watches as Jane finishes her pancakes. Just tell her how you feels. Tell her you love her. As she walks into her office she can't help but wonder if Jane even truly knows what's upsetting her. She sit at her desk and opens her laptop to see if the DNA results are in on the John Doe have come in yet.