Disclaimer: I own nothing but the tools used to write this story: my beloved Macbook and my "hipster" reading glasses (correction, my dorky reading glasses).

Authors Note: I'm a newbie to this fandom which kinda sucks because I'v heard season 7 will be the last season! Trust me to be late to the party…I don't normally write stories as I'm more of a song writer but I've stumbled upon some courage or maybe it's down to anonymity, I don't know you…you don't know me. Sounds like the beginning to a beautiful friendship. ;)

Anyways, please leave me with your thoughts. I've no beta reader but I've tried to spot the typos. If you know anyone who can help please tell me! Yaaas? Criticism is always welcomed.

PS: I'm aware that Frost's no longer with us but I just love his character so he'll always be in my stories.

Her eyes were as dark as the night's sky. Today had been bad, one of those days where her answers were more sarcastic than usual, strained and left my patience running low.

"Ja…"

"Shh. No talking during a stakeout. So just shut it, okay?"

I stared at the woman next to me with outrage. No one spoke to me like that. I wanted to begin a verbal battle with her but a part of me was hurt, because this was new, she'd never spoken to me like that before, not without danger or tension being present. Was it present now? We were merely helping Frankie by spying on one of his potential mating partners. This, of course was being done without his knowledge. Jane was just being protective.

Yet, the two words couldn't leave my mind, 'danger and tension' they were out of place. This situation was increasingly confusing. I tried to pinpoint the time where she'd started acting like this but it always came back blank. Lately the frequency of her bad temper had increased strangely after Ian and I moved in together. Personally I thought that she'd be happy for me. Ian and I had been dating for a month after his return from Africa and things were going great. We matched intellectually and physically. He was my chance at happiness and I intended to keep it. Jane's attitude was confusing and to my surprise, it annoyed me.

The fact was, I missed her, I missed the sarcastic jokes she'd insist on sharing and her large smile afterwards. I missed the random coffee's she'd bring me and many other things I'd never actually tell a living soul about. This morning, however, hadn't started out so bad. She had knock on my door with coffee at hand and an almost apologetic smile.

* * Ten hours earlier * * *

"Morning," she grinned, "I got you that chia you like so much,"

"Thank you Jane," I smiled as our gazes locked for several seconds, "come in, I'll just grab the papers for court. Won't be a second,"

"Ah, Rizzoli good morning," Ian smiled and sipped his morning coffee.

I smiled at the two people and turned towards my office. With a sigh, I picked the neatly staked papers and made my way back into the dinning room.

"I think…"

"She said she'd meet you there," Ian shrugged. "Something about a wrong document,"

I nodded and stared at the spot where she had stood, "well, I guess I'll go," I murmured.

"Have a good day my beautiful lady," Ian smiled and kissed my lips. His smile was always contagious and before I knew it, I was smiling as our lips brushed once more.

"See you later," I said and gave him one last kiss.

Once I reached town hall, I noticed her car pulling in and as I straighten my shirt and fixed my hair, I saw her crazy curly hair flying freely around her face and watched as she battled with it. The hair was winning.

Naturally I rolled my eyes at her and hid my smile. The woman had no control not even on that unruly hair of hers. However, as she approached me I instantly noticed her chocolate eyes turn furious and I tried to imagine a possible trigger. I smiled again and asked if she had collected the documents and joked about her disorganisation. Her anger seemed to solidify.

"Let's just go and get this over and done with," she commented and walked away. During court, the lawyer informed us what had occurred and notes were exchanged before the judge had been ready for us. The case had been ongoing for months and it was a relief to see it coming to an end.

Taking our expert evidence into account along with the victims words proved to be powerful as the judge granted his verdict in our favour.

* * Present Time* * *

I sighed and watched the glass of the car window fog up. I felt tired and would rather be at home but I had promised Jane to help her and true to my word, here we were but this awkward silence was bothersome. My gaze turned to my companion. Her face didn't look away from the steering wheel although it twitched when I breathed out.

Her behaviour had changed rapidly and too often. My mind wandered, I had to rationalise this. We worked together and spent most of our free time together, well that was until Ian and I moved in together. Was that the issue? This was certainly not work related.

This was something different. Her body language was all wrong. I had only seen this type of behaviour once. At the time it meant one thing…attraction. Strong, undeniable physical attraction! Had it always been there for her? Why was I noticing this now? This was not something to be pursued. I've worked hard to avoid it because it left me feeling pained and irritated. Not to mention the usual carnal need that followed each time I watched her muscles at work. I didn't know it then but attraction had followed to feelings at great speed. It crushed me.

Crushed, the word itself, was wrong to use because crushing brought all kinds of images, images I tried damn hard to push away but they felt so real I almost moaned. Her muscles, those perfect sculptured muscles and her beautiful weight, crushing my body as she moved on top of me. Then her lips finally crushing against mine…

Yeah, 'crushing' was the wrong word.

"Jane…." I whispered, desperate to get away from my own thoughts.

"Stop it," her knuckles turned white as she gripped the steering wheel.

"What?" I whispered, still slightly disoriented from my own insane web of desire for her. When had spying on someone become my personal nightmare? I took a deep breath to calm my heart rate. I thought of Ian, handsome, caring Ian. He was probably at home making us dinner. Angela most likely sitting nearby as they eagerly discussed his time abroad.

"Stop breathing, stop talking…just stop!" Jane's voice rose as her eyes sent murderous glares at the steering wheel.

"You want me to stop breathing? That's ridiculous for you to ask me such thing. Unless you want me to die…"

"Goddamn it. No, I don't want you to die Maura," she slammed her hand against the steering wheel, causing it to sound briefly, "look what you've done. Now our position has been compromised,"

"What I've done? Jane, I think that you need to calm down. I will not have you talking to me like that…" Her hands shot out and clamped over my mouth, and I didn't even have the time to blink. I had forgotten how fast her reflexes were.

"I said, stop talking. I need to concentrate and do my job and I can't do that if you insist on talking and…and breathing. This is why you should have stayed in your office. Leave the goddamn detective work to me," she whispered harshly.

Then the stupidest thing happened. It was so uncharacteristic of me but combined with her anger and my sordid thoughts I started crying and all that it took was a single tear to reach her skin and she wrenched her hand away as if I had stung her.

"Maur?"

I looked away, tried to distract myself. Focused on street signs, the patterns of lights, anything else that was not Jane Rizzoli. She leaned forward, her hands brushing the tears away. I was irritated with my body for the harsh betrayal.

"Maura, I'm sorry," She apologised, the anger she held evaporating, "please don't cry," she whispered. Her hand caressed my cheek, traced my jaw line, my chin, my nose but never my lips. Never my lips. I think that that was the most painful part of it all. I had never had these feelings for anyone, especially for a woman. I was never against same-sex couples, just never lusted after a woman, this left me confused, hurt, annoyed and many other emotions I couldn't care to discover. It was exhausting.

Her face was inches away from mine. It would be so easy to erase the space between our lips. My heart was slamming against my ribs, I was sure she could hear it. Her brown eyes looked sad and desperate but never left my own gaze. Maybe I was getting the wrong message; maybe she didn't want what I wanted. What did I want?

Maybe, I was going insane. Living a lie with a man I claimed to love just because I didn't want to be alone. The sad truth was that people were wrong about me. I didn't have a perfect life and I certainly did not have it all planned out. My life was a mess disguised in beautiful diamonds and designer heels. I should have been ashamed of myself but at that moment, I didn't see anything else but smooth dark hair and mesmerising brown eye. Our breathes mingled together and as I sighed, her eyes narrowed. Then the crushing began. The contact was like lightning. A painfully spike of pleasure and desire and then came the thunder.

I wasn't ready for her response as her hand cupped my face and pulled me closer. Our lips parted and further tears rolled down my cheeks. This time because her taste felt like the sweetest elixir ever created. I wanted more, her arm then surrounded my waist and pulled me until I was on top of her. Her other hand running through my hair pulling me closer if that was even possible but I wanted more and less at the same time.

I wanted more contact, more pressure, her strength and her and less clothes, less space between us. The laws of physics uncared for.

Our breathing was loud and desperate. Our taste crushing together like a tidal wave. Oh god, crushing.

The hand on my hair slid down to my neck and then slowly lowered. My teeth dug to the bottom of my lips to keep me from screaming as my mind begged her to touch me further but I never voiced it because I knew. I knew that if our lips fully parted the spell would break. Our eyes would meet and this would end.

And it couldn't end. It was a pathetic desperation of mine. Her hands held me so tight, I was sure I'd bruise in the morning, but I didn't care. Nothing mattered but my desire, my stupid, reckless desire. My hands went down her abdomen, until it reached the top of her jeans and as they lowered further down and pressed onto her clothed core, she growled, the sound like rolling thunder and I almost came right then and there. Her sound vibrated throughout my spine.

My burning lungs did not matter. My back arched as my thighs brushed against her leg, the sensation was going to kill me. And then something happened just as I thought I was going to orgasm from the friction, she pushed me away.

"What are you doing?" I moaned. Our chests raising and falling rapidly.

"Well, I…I thought you'd like to breathe…"

"Breathe? I don't need to breathe!"

"Well, I do!" Jane snapped and looked away from me and cleared a small patch of the window with her hand. We couldn't even see outside, because every window was fogged up.

Then her eyes returned to mine, and I saw it and I would never forget her dark eyes as she looked at me with reverence; she took all of me in, like I was the most precious thing, like my messed up hair and my displaced lipstick was beautiful to her. I felt worshipped and I wanted this feeling forever but as destiny cruelly demanded, everything disappeared. Her gaze turned almost black, our delicate beautiful moment, shattered.

"You need to sit back down. This stakeout is over," she mumbled and started the car.

Then it all became too much. Realising what had just happened became too much. I needed to get out I needed to distance myself from her. For the first time in years, I was beginning to be happy with a man who loved me and came with no baggage. Jane and I, we had too much together. It would eventually destroy us. I couldn't risk everything for attraction.

I will never know how I did it, but my hands reached for the passenger's door and I stumbled out, my legs weak from wanting her so badly. The cold air hit me like a metal brick. Erasing the warm marks she left on me. My thought rambled out of control. Too much emotion was surfacing. I needed it to stop.

"What have I done?" I cried as I walked away from my desire and towards my home. Where my future lived.