This is my first attempt at Fanfiction

I own nothing. Tess Gerritsen is the original creator of Jane and Maura and all other related characters. TNT owns the TV versions of Rizzoli and Issles

This starts at the end of "I'm your boogie man"

"Can we not talk about Hoyt anymore?" Agent Dean asked, hoping to move on to an actual date.

Jane looked down at her hands, then back up at Dean. "Yeah… I am sorry…. I just wish I didn't associate you with Hoyt."

"Yeah… You know, that could change," he replied, trying to flirt.

Jane smiled weakly. "Yeah it could," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "It probably would."

A look of concern flashed across his face. "That sounds ominous."

"Let's just say we do this. We go to the movies," she smiled nervously, "we read the Sunday paper together."

"That all sounds great to me," he responded, encouraged.

"And then you would ask me where I was going, what case was I working on and if I had back up and then..."

Agent Dean interrupted. "Yeah, I would."

The Detective continued. "And then you would worry."

He nodded again.

"I'm not ready for that," Jane managed to stutter out. Her eyes pleaded with him to understand. "I'm not ready for someone like you."

Dean sighed, feeling rejected. "Okay, I am gonna go." To lighten the mood, he added, "not as far as Afghanistan."

The brunette laughed nervously and bit her bottom lip.

This action caused a stir in Agent Dean. He had wanted to kiss her since the day he met her. Sure, she had just given him a brush off, but he just could not resist her lips any longer. Slowly, he leaned in, waiting for her to protest. When she didn't, he brushed his lips to hers and then pulled back to gauge her reaction.

His dinner companion knew the kiss was coming but couldn't bear to reject him any longer. Being with him would make everyone happy. With that thought she started kissing him back, trying to convince herself she wanted him. But she just didn't feel any heat. She pulled back, shaking her head, unable to speak.

Puzzled, he stood up from the table. "All right, I will see you around." And then he walked away.

Not even aware of what she was doing, Jane left the bar and headed for her car. Almost on autopilot, she drove until she reached Maura's driveway. She didn't even realize where she was until she put the car in park.

She made her way to the door and knocked. Within minutes, Maura opened the door. She smiled at her guest and said, "I was afraid you might stop by tonight."

As one eyebrow shot up, Jane stammered, "what is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, it is just that I knew you were having dinner with Agent Dean tonight." The blonde moved aside to allow her friend entry. "And I was afraid he would send you running to me."

Completely baffled, Jane followed Maura into her living room. As she took a seat on the couch she asked, "what do you mean by running to you?"

"Perhaps that was a poor choice of words, but you do have to admit you tend to run from the men that want to get close to you, and you always wind up here with me discussing them. "

Now the Detective was getting angry. "Well, if it is a problem for you I can leave."

Frustrated, the Doctor replied, "That did not come out right either. I am happy that you feel comfortable enough to talk to me. I meant to say I was afraid he would push you for more than you were ready for at this time."

Seeing her friend relax, Maura continued. "I knew he would want to push you for a typical date. But after what Hoyt put you through, you would not be ready to stop processing."

A smile came over Jane's face. "See I knew you would understand. He has studied Hoyt and other monsters like him for years. When I am with him I can't resist discussing the horrible things Hoyt has done. Not him… he wants to go to movies and talk about our favorite pastimes."

Maura rested her hand on Jane's leg. "Given time, that will change. You will find a way to relate on a more intimate level. It is just going to..."

The next few words were wasted on Jane because from the moment Maura had touched her all she could hear over and over in her brain was "HEAT …. HEAT… HEAT".

"Jane …. Jane…. Are you listening to me?"

Shaken, the Brunette tried to remember what her friend was saying. "I'm sorry, did you say something about being intimate?" It truly was the only word she could recall hearing.

"Yes, I was saying that, given time, things might change with Agent Dean," Maura said as she turned away from her guest.

Then, she stood up and headed to the kitchen. At the door, she paused with her back still turned and asked, "would you like some wine?"

"Sure, that sounds great," Jane answered, relieved to have a moment to think about what had just happened.

Once inside the kitchen, the Blonde leaned against the counter to catch her breath.

"What just happened?" she thought to herself.

She replayed the earlier moment in her head. When Jane did not respond, she had looked at her to see what was wrong.

Jane did not speak, but her body said a lot. First, Maura noticed that Jane's pupils were dilated. There was Vasocongestion (commonly known as a sex flush) quickly spreading across her face and neck. Jane's breath had quickened, forcing Maura to notice a venous pattern spreading across the section of her cleavage visible from her shirt. Whatever Jane was thinking about caused her to exhibit all the symptoms of sexual arousal.

Not trusting her own restraint, Maura felt it best to give the aroused woman a moment alone.

At first, Maura had just assumed her friend was thinking about Agent Dean, but then it occurred to her that Jane's physical state had changed when she put her hand on her leg.

Was it possible that she had caused this reaction with just one touch?

No, it couldn't be. How could her touch cause that kind of reaction? Jane had made it painfully clear that she was not in to women.

Besides, it wasn't like this was the first time she had touched her friend. They touched each other all the time. They also flirted with each other regularly and they often slept in the same bed. Not being an expert on close female friendships, The Doctor had just assumed this was the way all women acted with their close friends. Sure, these things had become more difficult for her since she realized she had feelings for Jane, but she had kept those issues secret, not wanting to lose their friendship.

Maura struggled with her thoughts. What if Jane was attracted to her too?

Considering the reaction to touch... did they have a chance? Was she brave enough to find out what Jane really felt? Uncertain what to do next, Maura poured two glasses of wine. She nervously picked them up and carried them back to the living room.