He was her first. In many ways. As she sat there next to him in the car post-kiss, gazing into his eyes, she was reminded of days past and taken back to a place that felt like home. Days that melted into one another due to hazy hours in bed where the only thing that seemed worth waking were the wandering hands that held promise of pure ecstasy. She reveled in it. Hot summer afternoons were spent underneath light silken sheets holding bodies that ached for the others soothing touch. But that was all over now, and Maura Isles knew that they could never go back to that. She didn't need or want Garrett Fairfield anymore. That was clear to her now.
She was embedded in her skin. No matter how deep down she ventured, the medical examiner couldn't get her out. She was her behavioral addiction. Nothing was comparable to the way her breath hitched in her throat when she heard the high heels echoing down the hallway as they neared the morgue or the over stimulation of her adrenal glands giving her that butterfly feeling in her stomach when Maura caught her in a glance that were just a few seconds too long. A simple, comforting touch to the leg or a clumsy bump of the arm sent her through waves of chills and electricity that caused her skin to prickle with cutis anserina.
Yes, Maura knew from the moment she laid eyes on Jane Rizzoli that she felt attracted towards the detective. The more time she spent with her, the closer they got and the more attached to the raven haired, rough woman she became. Months of bonding lead the women to an intimate, unique friendship and it was within the confines of this that Maura came to love Jane Rizzoli.
It wasn't until she had kissed Garrett that Maura came to another realization that would forever change her. None of the men that she dated in the past could ever satisfy her, and the ones lined up for the future never would. Jane Rizzoli had everything that Maura Isles needed. The sleepovers, the calls in the middle of the night, the early morning runs and the late nights spent in the bar were never about friendship for Maura Isles.
The reason for Jane's anger towards her suddenly became clear. Her hostility towards Maura's past and the Fairfield family in general made so much sense. She couldn't believe that she had been blind for so long, although the living were never her specialty.
Jane Rizzoli held the key to her lifetime of happiness. Not Garrett or anybody else.
She was Maura's one true thing.