Jane stood on Maura's doorstep her breathing ragged.
"I am so sorry, Maur. I am so…sorry. All I am asking for is one more chance."
The doctor stood there looking back at her with tears in her eyes. Silence.
/
Earlier that day
"What do we got?" Detective Rizzoli asked as she approached the scene.
"Female victim, looks to be in her early 30s with wounds to the face and head," Doctor Isles said.
"Did she die from those marks?"
"I can't tell you anything until I get back…"
"Back to autopsy…Yes I know, Doc." Jane said with a small smile.
Maura stood from her position over the body to face her friend. "I will see you in autopsy, detective," she said as she walked by her arm brushing against the raven haired woman. This eliciting a certain spark she could only get from her.
"Yep. I'll be there." Jane tried to brush off her feelings with a simple remark.
The two headed to their separate cars for their trips back to the precinct. Rizzoli was dreading another long case involving the death of a young female. She was tired of seeing people get their lives ripped away from them for senseless reasons. It reminded her every day of how short life can be, and how she did not want to live with any regrets or things left unsaid.
When it comes down to it, Jane Rizzoli may be a badass at work and when chasing down perps, but when it comes to her personal life she is the biggest chicken there is. "I am such a scared loser," she says out loud to no one while driving. "I have got to figure this crap out."
Back at the precinct, was already with the body getting ready to begin her work. She has seen everything in her many years of medical training and work with Boston homicide. She desires to one day not live her life alone, but she is aware of her own quirks and social mishaps along with her fierce independence.
Her fears represented different things than that of her friend. She had the guts to just go for it sometimes; what she fears is the repercussions of her actions. "I can't lose the only person who has shown care for me," she says to the dead woman on her cold slab. "But I also can't live with this lie either; everyone knows I am no good with secrets." She continues laughing slightly at her inabilities to be dishonest.
The doctor heard the familiar sound of her friend's boots approaching and turned to greet her as she came in the morgue.
"Hello, Jane. I was just getting started here."
"Great! I am glad I didn't miss anything good."
The two stood in silence for what seemed like hours for the doctor.
"Actually," Maura began, "Could you come with me to my office for a moment?"
"Sure." Jane followed her into her impeccably decorated office. "What's up?" She now stood facing the honey blonde by her desk. The detective could sense her friend's nervousness and was concerned. "Is everything ok, Maur?"
Maura did not answer. She just stood there looking at Jane contemplating her actions. "This could ruin everything…" she whispered.
"What are you talking about?" Jane was racking her brain trying to get on the same wave length as her genius friend. She could see the doctor taking steps towards her hesitantly. She could feel her own body humming with every step that brought them closer. "Maura, you are gonna have to tell me wha…"
And before she could finish her thought she felt the softest lips she has ever felt on her cheek. There was so much warmth, and it was over almost before it began. Jane stood there completely shocked and unsure if that actually just happened.
"Say something…please." Maura said quietly, looking at her best friend.
Jane kept her gaze on the doctor for a few seconds more; then she did something she didn't think she would do. She turned and walked out of the doctor's office, out of the morgue, and out of the building.
/