This is my first fanfiction about Rizzoli and Isles. I'm also a huge Friends fan and have liberally borrowed from one of my favourite episodes, I think the title may give you a clue which episode that is!

I clearly own none of the characters.

Rating wise – if you're after M probably best to wander on by!

Thank you – hope you enjoy.

Chapter One

Maura sat quietly on the edge of Jane's bed as she watched her friend hurtle around the room.

"It's such a great opportunity Maur, can you believe it?" Jane Rizzoli's face was flushed and her brown eyes gleamed as she paused holding a pile of clothes.

"Yes Jane I can believe it, you're an exceptional detective of course the NYPD would want your input."

For weeks Jane's life had been caught up in one of the biggest cases Boston PD had ever had. Rivalling even Hoyt in the depravity of the murders, fear had descended across the city. Through sheer bloody determination and the famous Rizzoli detective instinct Jane had connected dots no one else had been able to. A terrifying picture of a serial killer terrorising women across the Eastern Seaboard had emerged. The killer had struck again in New York and the department had asked for Jane. She was to be seconded to the NYPD for an indeterminate amount of time.

"It might only be a few days but wow, I can't believe it!"

"It may be weeks or months Jane, you don't know. May I make a suggestion?" Jane paused and looked at Maura, her open and honest face looked at her strangely and intensely for a moment then she smiled sweetly. "Perhaps if you'd let me help you pack, you could complete the task more quickly and efficiently."

"Nah – look, bag, pile, pile in bag, done."

"Jane! If you roll some articles and fold others you can make opportune use of the space and avoid unnecessary wrinkles." Maura stood and took the pile of clothes out of Jane's hands. "I'll pack these and repack what you have already put in while you get the rest of your clothes ready." Jane knew better than to argue. Maura's face was clear, sweet intentioned but nonetheless determined. She turned her attention back to her wardrobe and drawers which she knew Maura was probably itching to organise. She actually didn't have much more to put in, she realised swallowing dryly. It was probably just her underwear left. "What's next Jane, I've arranged these things." Jane mumbled,

"Er all sorted thanks. Let's have lunch now."

"Jane you've not finished. Are you planning to wear one set of underwear the whole time you are away?"

"No!"

"Well then, come on."

"I can pack my own underwear Maura, I'm not a child!"

"Oh Jane, are you embarrassed?" Jane sighed, Maura regularly did this. Subtle teasing around subjects Jane felt awkward talking about.

"Fine, but you know I don't own any of that la, la per…"

"La Perla."

"Yes, that stuff so no comments and no threats to take me shopping or have me measured!"

"Ok cross my heart." Maura waggled her eyebrows, "come on then."

"Fine." Jane huffed and started haphazardly throwing items out of her underwear drawer at Maura.

"Are you considering matching any of these together?"

"Maura!" Jane warned, "We said no comments."

"A necessary query Jane when packing."

"No Maura, I'm not bothered about matching anything. No one will see and most of them don't match anyway." A few quiet moments passed and then the bag was packed.

"I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable Jane. You know me and clothes."

"Oh Maura I definitely do know about you and clothes. Anyway look all finished, let's go and have some lunch."