Detective Jane Rizzoli slung her body into the chair at her desk sighing heavily and running a hand through her long dark hair.

"What's up Rizzoli?" asked Korsak, "someone else upset you today?"

"It's nothing Korsak", she replied, "I just didn't get enough sleep last night and this coffee isn't helping at all".

She waited for the usual innuendo comments – as annoying as Frost and Korsak could be it was part of the comforting detective room banter and she begrudgingly enjoyed it.

"Someone keeping ya awake Rizzoli?" Frost threw at her, smirking. "Come on Frost you know no one measures up to her high standards" responded Korsak, "she probably showed him the door and then spent the night being all angsty". Both men laughed.

"Angsty? Me?" Jane replied, "Oh come on guys. Stop with the female stereotypes already."

"You should start one of those online thingies" said Korsak "Frost you know what I mean, a log or something. I've heard those are good for writing down angsty feelings"

"You mean a blog Korsak" Frost replied. "that's not a bad idea Rizzoli. Maybe you could throw some poetry out there too." More laughter ensued.

Jane glared at both of them and stalked off to the break room for more coffee.

Later that day she headed down to the morgue to harass Dr. Maura Isles for an autopsy report – or at the very least a cause of death.

"C'mon Maura, just give me your best guess. What does your gut say?"

Maura turned and smiled, "Jane you know I'm not going to make a guess and all my gut says is that it's lunchtime."

"Ha ha doctor" Jane retorted before closing her eyes and pressing the span of her index finger and thumb across her forehead. Goddammit now she had a headache to go along with the tiredness.

"Are you feeling ok?" Maura asked, crossing the floor quickly to stand by Jane, "You look tired – have you been suffering insomnia?"

With her eyes shut Jane was more in tune with her other senses and at that second her sense of smell was filled with Maura's scent – her shampoo, her perfume, her body – it was overwhelming and felt like home all at once. But there was something else, something….

Jane's eyes shot open again as she sought the words to answer the doctor's question "Er, um, yeah Maura I'm not sleeping well at all. I mean I sleep but I toss and turn and have dreams I can't remember…" she stopped abruptly as her overtired brain chose that moment to flash an image of naked bodies and tangled sheets into her consciousness.

Rizzoli jammed her hands into her pants pockets. "Look, I just need to drink a few beers tonight and relax, maybe catch a ballgame on TV. I'll be fine" she finished, "Call me when that report's ready please?"

And before Maura could say another word, Jane had turned on her heels and left the morgue.

"Something is bothering our fine detective" she mused to herself before resuming the autopsy.

That night Jane did her best to relax. She declined the invitation from Frost and Korsak to knock back a few at the Dirty Robber; instead she picked up some take-out and a six pack and headed to her apartment.

She ate dinner on the couch in her sweats and an old tshirt enjoying the cold and fizz of the beer as she watched the BoSox game. Even though the game was exciting she could still feel the tension in her shoulders and was having a hard time getting comfortable. By the fourth beer she had an enjoyable buzz and found her thoughts wandering to the snippet of dream from earlier and Korsak's comments about starting a blog. "What the hell is a blog anyway?" she muttered trying to distract herself.

Jane pulled out her laptop and googled blog. She soon realized it was an online journal of sorts. She remembered fondly her "diary" from her teenage years and in her slightly inebriated state decided this might be fun. She slowly negotiated creating her own blog and then contemplated what her first entry would be.

Unbidden, another dream snippet surfaced - this time image upon image unraveling like a sports replay in slo-mo. Jane gasped as she realized the naked bodies were female, not just female but her and Maura Isles! "No, no, no, no" she groaned, willing the scene to stop. Finally it did but not before Jane had seen enough to worry about her subconscious feelings and desires when it came to the doctor. "I'm not a lesbian" she said loudly and firmly "and I cannot be attracted to my best friend."

As she swigged from another beer bottle Jane stared blankly at the laptop screen and began typing, her long fingers moving slowly over the keyboard. Soon she was stifling a yawn and feeling more at peace with herself than she had done in weeks.

The next morning Jane felt refreshed. She had slept well at last and was ready to tackle the day. She breezed into the detective room smiling causing Frost and Korsak to complain vocally. "Rizzoli what is with you? I'm gonna have to bust out my shades." "If I didn't know better I'd say you got laid last night."

The detective turned on her workstation and pulled up her email. One from letterpress dot com caught her eye and she frowned trying to remember what that could be. Oh, right. The blog she had created last night. Curious she pulled it up having very little recollection on what she had written. "Rizzoli, we got a lead on that double-homicide", Frost said as he grabbed his jacket, "Let's go".

Jane hurriedly followed Frost and Korsak out of the room.

A few minutes later Maura entered the room with a report for Korsak. She dropped it into his in-tray and noticed that Jane had forgotten to lock her workstation again (against departmental policy of course) – she was surprised Frost hadn't changed the screen saver to My Little Pony or the wallpaper to the Yankees logo by now. Maura reached over to lock it herself when she noticed what was up in the browser session. "A blog?" she said quietly, thinking it was strange Jane would read one…until she noticed the url – joefriday dot letterpress dot com – and realized that it was JANE's blog.

Maura sat down and quickly glanced around before scrolling down to read the first (and only) blog entry. It was from late the previous night.

"I feel…lost. She haunts me in my dreams – the only place I can be truly honest – and I run from her when the sun comes up. Every touch is a lifetime, every smile a caress. I breathe in her smell without even being aware – all the while she is oblivious. My body has not betrayed me to her…yet but how long before I slip? Before I drive her away? We could be everything to each other or end up perfect strangers. I am lost."

Maura swallowed slowly, her heart beating a little faster than normal. She had always assumed that Jane was straight but this would indicate that she was…bi? Or a lesbian? Why had she never said anything? Maura had always felt that sexuality was fluid and now the thought that Jane was open to the same was quite unexpectedly…appealing. Suddenly Maura felt uncomfortable as if she were prying where she did not belong. She locked the workstation and headed back down to the morgue.