No characters of Castle are present in this story. Only Rizzoli & Isles.

So, I used to have this explanation up but I deleted it but here it is again:
I love writing, but the problem is that English is my 4th language. I'm aware what my flaws are: character development and descriptions.
When I saw this Castle episode 3 years ago, the only thing I could was how Rizzles it was.
I used the script for the Castle episode S03E16 Setup & SE03S17 Countdown because three years ago that is what I felt like I could only do. When you get to the later chapters, you will see it starts derailing from the episodes.
My skills weren't good enough to turn it into an original story, but I am working on one right now.
Three years ago I decided to start this fanfiction just to be able to practice on my descriptions.
Trust me that I'm aware that it's lazy and all other things that original writers aren't, but by doing this back then - I improved so much.
During the time I was on hiatus, I wrote lots of stuff. Not multichaptered, that's why it's not on here.
But doing so really helped me.
I'm sorry if it offends you that I do this, that was never my intention.

Please leave me a review x

PS: always free for a chat, hit me up in pm X

Jane Rizzoli awoke abruptly when the ringing of her cellphone disturbed her peaceful slumber. She ran her fingers slowly through her raven-black curls and then proceeded to pat her bed trying to find her cellphone. When her fingertips found the object, she grasped it and slowly brought it to her ear, stifling a yawn with her other hand.

"Rizzoli?"

She muttered, her voice still hoarse from her deep sleep. Jane had been ill with a cold; it was fall and she had forgotten to close her window when she had fallen asleep on the couch. When she had awakened, the rain had caught her and so had the cold breeze.

Her best friend had fussed over her the next day, trying to get her to take a day off to make sure that she was alright, but Jane wasn't having any of it. Surely a little cold wouldn't get in the way of solving crimes, would it? She had waved Maura's concerns off with a smile and a cup of hot coffee. But awakening now, Jane was slowly regretting not having listened to Maura – because, fuck, it felt like hell had teleported itself into her head.

"Korsak has been trying to reach you for hours, Jane! Where have you been?"

"Maura," she groaned. "Calm down, I slept through your 2000 other calls – I'm sorry, I would almost think that somebody died."

"As a matter of fact, yes, there is a case. Why else would I be calling you at 4 AM?"

Jane smirked lightly at the doctor's response, imagining the puzzled look on her face. After all those years, she still would sometimes have these silly moments where she wasn't catching onto Jane's sarcastic comments, much to Jane's amusement.

"It was sarcasm, Maura. " She laughed. "Sarcasm."

She had now pushed herself off the bed and was heading towards the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, she scrunched her face and ran another hand through her hair.

"Oh. Well. Alright – I texted you the address. Hurry up Jane," There was a small pause. "Oh, and bring some coffee."

"Maybe," Jane laughed to herself. "I'll get there as fast as I can."

Jane arrived at the crime scene about twenty minutes later, a coffee in each hand. Maura, wearing her blue cocktail dress, quickly noticed her appearance and stepped over towards her, honey blonde curls bouncing against her cheeks, her hazel eyes looking rather exhausted. They greeted each other with small smiles and Maura took the second coffee out of Jane's hands. Slowly sipping on the hot coffee, she closed her eyes and she let the liquid pass through her throat.

"I needed this," She sighed. "I haven't slept since yesterday. I was about to return to my house when they called me." She turned around to face Jane, her face tilted slowly to the side, the concern visible on her features. "What about you? Are you feeling any better?"

Jane shrugged lightly, drinking from her own coffee. She gestured with her hand to indicate that they were going to move towards the body. "Can't complain," she grunted. "Surely felt better before though." They approached the body with fast steps, passing by a yellow cab without wheels. The cab had been stripped, and all that was left of it was standing on 4 stone blocks. The area surrounding the cab seemed to be deserted too. The building around them seemed to be uninhabited, and it looked like nobody has lived there for about 10 years. Jane eyed the cab quickly and frowned slightly.

"What's with the stripped cab?" She asked once she arrived near the body. Her team was already hovering over the victim. Korsak was talking with somebody on their team, demanding them to check out the cab and look around for stolen car parts.

"Security guard wondered the same thing," Frost replied, smile plastered on his face. "That's when he found the body."

"Who is our victim?" Jane asked, her head slightly tilted to the side to take a better look at the dead man in front of her. The features of the man revealed that he was Asian and couldn't be much older than thirty years old. His white hoodie was bloody because of the shot in his chest. Her eyes trailed down his body. Fair build, not skinny but not fat either.

"Bai Lee," Frost answered her, kneeling down beside the victim. "Taxi driver. We didn't find any money on the body or on the cab."

Jane nodded at the given information, shifting her weight that was leaning on her one leg to the other, her brain processing. "Then everything points to him being popped for cash and car parts."

"Not everything Janey." Maura replied absently. She was also kneeled down, next to the victim, writing things down on her clipboard.

Upon hearing the term of endearment, Jane straightened herself. There was surprise plastered all over her face as she looked over to Korsak, who started laughing. Frost moved towards them and halted next to them.

"Did she just call you Janey?" he whispered, mock noticeable in his words. He gave the medical examiner a quick pat on the shoulder causing Maura to get up and turn around to face the three detectives.

"What?" She asked, oblivious to the whole situation. Korsak and Frost burst out in laughter once again.

"Nothing, Maura," Jane answered, soft smile playing on her lips. "They're just a bunch of kids, ignore them. You said you found something unusual?"

"Not at first," she said – moving around towards the right side of the body. "Time of death fits a robbery. He was killed at 11:15."

"So precise!" Frost commented enthusiastic. "I'm impressed, Doctor Isles!"

"His watch broke when he fell." Jane replied, her eyes rolling slowly, moving over to where Maura was standing and she gave her a knowing look.

"You shouldn't have told him that," Korsak laughed. "Let him be impressed like the little boy he is!"

"Hey!" Frost whined, pouting lightly.

Maura gave them a quick look, slight annoyance in her eyes and then turned back to look at the body again.

"Cause of death seems to fit too. Looks like it was a 9mm to the head, but I can't confirm until I do the autopsy. But there is something that doesn't fit. His fingers were broken one at a time. Though, it's known that cabbies often hide their money; maybe they tortured him to tell them where the money was?" She tilted her head to look at Jane, who was inspecting the bullet hole.

"Yeah, could be." Jane nodded, giving Maura a soft smile before turning around to Korsak and Frost. "Alright, let's find out where he was driving and who he picked up before he wound up here."

"Got it." Frost answered.

"Jane," Maura said after everyone started heading towards their car. "I'll come up to give you the autopsy reports as quickly as possible. You should think about heading home after I bring them to you – you still don't look healthy."

"I'll be fine, let's solve this case and then I can sleep for days."

"Bai Lee," Frost stated. He was sitting down at his desk and had pulled up the information about the victim. "A real immigrant success story. Came over from China seven years ago, became a citizen last June. According to the taxi and limo commission, he owned his cab and medallion with a cousin, Xiu Yu."

Jane nodded as her phone started buzzing, a new text message arriving from Casey who was currently back in Afghanistan. She had been avoiding his text messages ever since he had decided to go back to the army to take the General job.

"Uh," she tried to regain her focus. "Right. Well, Doesn't TLC know where Bai was? Don't they like, track their cabs?"

"Only when the meter is running," Korsak nodded. "Bai shut his off at 10:02 PM."

"So there's no way to know where he went before he died," muttered Jane. "Fantastic."

"Actually there is!" Frost replied, smile on his face as Jane snapped her head towards him. "Bai subscribed to a GPS tracking service. It helps cabbies map out the best place to troll for fares, stuff like that. Anyway, after Bai shut off his meter, he drove up to Jackson Square T. He parked in the 1600 block of St. Nicholas Avenue for six minutes, motor running, and then he drove to the warehouse."

Jane frowned lightly, trying to make sense of the information. She tossed her mobile phone onto her desk out of irritation. Resting her head on her arm that she was using to lean on the desk, she closed her eyes. She just wanted to go home and sleep, so she could forget about the fact that Casey wants her to marry him and move with her to Afghanistan. If only it was so easy.

"What was he doing there?" She groaned. "Jackson Square T is a shady place that time of night. And he turned his meter off which means he wasn't looking for a fare."

"Maybe he was carjacked and forced to drive to that warehouse?" Korsak offered. Jane nodded several times after each other in agreement, pointing her finger at the screen. "Aright, have Unis canvass the area. See if anyone remembers seeing him. What about his last phone call, Frost?"

Frost nodded and started typing in some things on the computer in front of him and quickly pulled up the needed information.

"10:01, to his wife, Sie Lee. He also opened a notebook application and wrote this, written an hour before he died." He pulled up an image on the bigger screen so everybody could see it. He then continued "S4121652, I tried to check if it was license plate – but no."

"I think I got it," Jane answered after a few moments of silence. "Seven digits, it's a phone number. S is the initial of the person who it belongs to."

"I'll try that," Frost replied and started typing on the computer. "Nothing, with all the Boston codes. Hm," he leaned back against his chair. "Intriguing."

"Very," Jane said sarcastically and then grabbed her blazer. "Come on, Korsak, Let's go check out the wife. Frost, you keep trying to find the annotation."

Jane was quiet during the car ride, eyeing her phone occasionally. It had buzzed again, Casey demanding her attention once more. He wanted an explanation as to why Jane was ignoring him; why she wasn't responding to his e-mails – and most likely, what her answer was to his marriage proposal.

Truthfully, she herself didn't even know. Yes, she wanted to marry Casey because it was just so simple. But she refused to give up everything for him. Her job, her family, her friends – he couldn't just ask her to do that.

When she had discovered that she might be pregnant, she thought her world was crumbling down. She could see the way she'll agree to marry him for the sake of the baby, he would have to retire – she would have to quit her job, and they'd both be angry the whole time. Eventually, he would start drinking and then leave her.

But loving him right now was so simple. He wasn't there most of the times but like Maura pointed out, it's not normal to love someone more when they leave you than when they are with you. And as much as she wanted to, she couldn't forget the little things she couldn't stand. He was too domestic, too fast. She just wasn't ready for this. Right?

Or maybe she was just doubting the fact she really loved him. Maybe it was because she was growing desperate to find love, because she was scared of being alone forever. Perhaps she was scared of proving everybody right that she really was unable to love someone.

Maura had disagreed when she had voiced this fear to her. Maura had said that she would never be alone and that maybe Jane herself was blind to see all the people that cared about her, and that she cared about. She told Jane that she was forgetting how loyal she is. The same loyalty being her disadvantage in this situation.

She sighed as the car came to a halt in front of the house.

"You okay?" Korsak asked, genuine concern resting on his features. "Yeah," Jane nodded. "Let's do this."

"Mrs. Lee," Jane began with a soft voice. "We understand that Bai called you at ten. What did the two of you talk about?"

The wife in front of them was silently crying. When they had arrived at the door, she had started crying immediately. She had guessed something had happened because he hadn't come home that night. It never got easier for Jane to tell people their loved one has passed away. After all those years, it still stung as hard as the first time.

"Just that he'd be late. The plays were getting out and he wanted to pick up more fares."

She covered her face with her hands, her black bangs falling on top of them. Jane's heart broke even further at the sight. She didn't know how it felt, losing someone like that – she knew the fear of losing someone, but this must be on a whole new level. Sie eventually embraced herself – her skinny arms holding her own lithe body that was covered by a silky blue dress, as if she protecting herself from the pain.

"Actually, he didn't do that. He turned his meter off and he went up to Jackson Square Q. That part of town is known for drug dealing and prostitution" She replied gently, shifting uncomfortably on the couch.

She saw the shock wash over the wife's face and grabbed her knees with both her hands. Jane noted how skinny her arms and legs were, and absently ran a hand over her own wrist, proceeding to touch the wounds on her hands. "No!," she cried out in desperation. "Bai would never do that!"

Her cousin walked into the room and sat down next to her, handing her a glass of water. He gave her a concerned look and rubbed his hand up and down her back, but she smiled sadly at him. "Thank you, Xiu."

Jane fiddled for something in her pockets. Once she found what she was looking for, she handed the cousin a paper. "This annotation was written on Bai's phone – Do you have any idea what this is?"

Xiu took the paper and inspected it. "S1412652," he mumbled and paused to think. "No. I don't recognize this. I- I thought that this was a robbery, that he was robbed."

"It was," Jane replied. "It's just any piece of information could be useful. How did he seem lately?"

"Worried about money," Sie replied sadly. "Cho, our daughter, needs surgery. It's been very hard."

Her head snapped towards the direction of another room when the crying started. The pain in her eyes was growing gradually, and Jane felt her heart hurt at the view.

"I'm sorry," Sie mumbled. "She'll never know her father. Please excuse me." She quickly stood up, her one hand rubbing at her eye as she passed by and shot the detectives an apologetic look. Jane followed the wife leaving the room with her eyes and then turned back to look at Xiu. After a few moments of silence, she decided to proceed with the interrogation.

"Xiu," She asked. "You and Bai were business partners?"

The cousin nodded in agreement.

"How was the business doing?"

"You don't get rich driving a cab, but we made money. Bai drove and we rented shifts to other drivers, Kevin McCann and Dimitri Voldov." Jane gave a quick nod at Korsak, who immediately knew what to do and started writing down the given names.

"So you didn't drive the cab?" Korsak asked.

"For me the taxi medallion was an investment. I just started a new business, a moving company." He replied quietly, his emotions finally taking the better of him as he punched the couch next to him. "TLC doesn't issue a lot of medallions, luckily it's worth a fortune. Sie inherits his share, she'll need it."

Jane nodded, giving him a supportive look when her phone started ringing. She fiddled in her pocket to find it and brought it to her ear.

"Excuse me," she said quickly, turning her head away. "Rizzoli?"

Jane entered the interrogation room where Frost was already interrogating Leman Jones, and sat down beside her partner. The interrogation room always had this smell that remembered her of cigarettes, even though nobody is allowed to smoke inside the room. It went well together with the dark green colors they selected for the room.

"I found those car parts!" Leman yelped, the upper part of his body leaning over the interrogation table. His yellow shirt was very wide, and smelly – Jane decided. It looked as if he had been wearing the same shirt for two weeks. He also had very light blonde hair, that was sticking onto his cheeks because of the sweat. Sweat he had acquired by running away from the police, she assumed.

"On the car you stripped," Jane groaned. "We have a witness who places you at the scene. So please, just stop with the lying." Her fingers touched her temple lightly. The headache that had appeared on the way home was driving her nuts.

"A witness?" Leman's eyes grew in shock and leaned back against the chair, lifting both his arms to each side. "Fine, I stripped that taxi, it's what I do."

"After you killed the driver." Jane explained pointedly.

"After I what?!" Leman's voice grew louder and stronger. "No, I didn't kill any driver because there was no driver." He slammed his fist on the table, as if he were to put emphasis on his words.

"He was robbed in the warehouse," Frost mentioned simply. "Robbed and shot in the head."

"Well, not by me. Okay? I was cruising around 11:15-ish and I saw the cab sitting empty, and I figure, no sense in letting good parts go to waste."

Jane gave a knowing look at Frost and then back at the suspect. Maybe this case would be easy after all.

"11:15-ish? There you go," She said, leaning back against her chair, crossing her arms in front of her. "That's exactly when he was murdered."

"Look, no, I don't hurt people! I'm just a car guy! Your witness must've done it. That's it. And I was just playing innocent bystander or something."

"There was no witness." Jane simply stated then, causing the suspect to stare at her in surprise. She felt Frost smile beside her.

"What do you mean?!" Leman asked, puzzled look on his face.

"I was bluffing."

"Bluffing?"

"Yes!" Jane smirked.

"No!"

"Yeah," Frost joined in the conversation – achievement nearby. "She's allowed to do that. I'm surprised that you didn't know that."

Leman Jones pushed his chair back fast, causing it to fall on the floor. He rested his hands on the table and was leaning forwards to the detectives.

"No I mean," His voice powerful. "There was a guy there! I saw him!"

"What guy? Can you describe him?" Frost asked, noting something down on his clipboard.

"I didn't get a clear look. He ran off when I pulled up. But he was there. He was there looking for something in the car. He did a number on the interior and tore up the upholstery!"

When she left the interrogation room, Maura was waiting for her. It was immediately clear to Jane that she had been listening to the interrogation from behind the mirror. She gave her a small smile as she approached the other woman.

"Do you think he is telling the truth?" Maura asked, passing Jane the coffee that she had gotten her. Maura knew her friend needed the coffee to cope with all the stress from the case, her upcoming undecided marriage and her latest pregnancy scare.

"Hm," Jane thought aloud, sitting down in her chair behind her desk. Maura moved forwards and leaned against her friend's desk, trying to study her best friends face. "I don't think the guy has the improvisation skills to make up a lie like that."

"I'll have my team look for any signs that anyone tampered with the car."

"Thanks, Maura."

They slowly sipped on their coffee when Jane's phone started buzzing. Both she and Maura were staring at it for a moment, causing Maura to eventually snap her head towards Jane's direction.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" Maura asked pointedly. When Jane refused to move, she grabbed the cellphone and looked at the caller. Casey. Okay, that made sense. She didn't know that Jane had been avoiding Casey.

"Have you been ignoring him?" She questioned lightly. Jane grabbed back her phone and put it inside her blazer's pocket. "It doesn't matter, Maura," Jane groaned. She didn't need anyone pushing more pressing matters onto her plate when she couldn't even deal with them herself, let alone talk about it. She pushed her chair back, grabbed her blazer and stomped out of the bullpen.

She passed Frost who tried to stop her with what seemed new information but she decided that she wasn't in the mood for it. "Not now, Frost."

"What's with her?" Frost asked when he reached Maura, the hurt still noticeable in her eyes. Maura just shook her head as an answer. Korsak moved to join the duo, folder in his hand.

"So," he said. "I spoke with one of the drivers who rents a shift with Bai's cab."

"Kevin McCann?" Frost asked.

"Eh no, the other one, Dmitri Voldov. He alibied out, but he had lots to say about McCann. Him and Bai got in a major fight two days ago. He didn't know about what, but Bai told him he was going to fire McCann."

"Where is McCann now?" Maura asked. She was going to find Jane to ask her if she was doing alright and then pass the information on.

"Renting a shift at Allied Taxi." Korsak responded, frowning lightly.

"I'll – I'll go and tell Jane then."

"Could you?" Frost asked, remembering Jane leaving the bullpen in a rage. He knew that only person who could calm Jane down in such moments was Maura. "That'd be best."

"Yeah."

Maura had found Jane in the café, arguing with her mother about Tommy drinking again. She decided she wasn't going to interrupt their family argument. She paced around for a few minutes, until Angela waved at her and gestured her to come over. Jane shot her an apologetic look, probably for what happened earlier and Maura returned it with a smile, to ensure that 'don't worry, it's fine. I won't ask'.

She informed Jane of the new information on the case, about Kevin McCann and explained to her that Dmitri said that Bai had plans to fire Kevin. Jane grabbed Maura by the arm and that is how they ended up standing near a yellow cab, a white male about thirty years old leaning out of it. His long black hair resting over several parts of his face. Maura had started coughing the moment she smelled the cigarette smell on his gang like clothes, and had to stand further away from the cab than Jane.

"Yes, Bai and I had words. No law against that, right?"

"Where were you yesterday at 11:15?" Jane asked with a stern look. Maura had to resist laughing out loud when she saw how intimidated the man was by Jane's tone.

"In this cab driving a drunk bond trader to the Upper West, why?" Jane noted that the man didn't seem upset at all when he learned about his boss' murder. The man had this lifeless look in his eyes – the one that reminded her of Hoyt.

"Well, because that's when he was murdered."

Kevin sighed, running a hand through his relatively long greasy hair and then proceeded to rub his beard. "You're kidding me. Look, I didn't lay a hand on that guy."

"Why did you and he fight two days ago?" Maura asked and Jane shot her a smile. It was one of these rare times that Maura went along with her to interrogate someone, and whenever she does, she always makes sure she gets to interrogate the suspect too.

"Because he was raping me on rent. Look, the guy could afford it, he was flashing a roll that could choke a horse. Five grand easy." He made some hand movements that were supposed to make it look like the roll of money was gigantic.

"Wait, was he known for carrying around that much money?" Jane asked with a curious tone in her voice. If he was known for carrying around a lot of money, the reason as to why he had been killed would be easy.

"First I saw of it. Look, um, are we done here? Because my meter's running."

Jane nodded sternly as she watched the cabbie leave, and moved to stand on the pavement next to Maura. "If Bai was struggling to pay medical bills, what was he doing with that much cash?" Maura asked.

"No idea," Jane shrugged and grabbed her buzzing phone to read the new incoming text." It's Frost. He needs me back at the crime scene as soon as possible, come on, I'll drop you off."

Jane arrived back at the crime scene after dropping Maura off and saw Korsak and Frost hovering around the car. She walked over to meet them and they both waved at her, gesturing her to come over there.

"Remember Leman Jones said that some other dude messed with the cab?" Frost asked once she arrived near the two. Jane nodded as an answer, indicating him to go on.

"Well, CSU just figured out why." He signed for her to follow him to the other side of the car. He started kneeling down and pointed inside the car. Jane followed his gaze and saw the cameras poking out of the car.

"The car had cameras." She stated, making the wheels in her head turn.

"Pinhole cameras. Microphones, too."

"Great. All we have to do is rewind to last night, see who was after him, case closed." She mumbled. She really hoped it could be this simple but she knew that wasn't going to happen.

"We can't. They ripped out the hard drives with all the video data." Korsak replied from the other side of the car.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Jane yelled in frustration, throwing her hands in the air as she started stomping off angrily. She wasn't in the mood for cases that didn't make sense.

They had been going over the facts and different suspects for hours now and still hadn't found anything. Jane looked over to spot the time and saw the clock indicated it was nearing 6PM. Had she really been working for fourteen hours already?

'Poor Maura,' She thought as she saw the woman walk towards her. 'She's probably been awake for more than 30 hours now.' Jane flashed a small smile to Maura who was approaching her with slow steps. She looked so tired, so worn-out, exhausted.

But she knew the feeling; she couldn't fall asleep the day before so here she was with 3 hours sleep. Well, at least she did sleep compared to Maura.

"Hey," Jane murmured, her voice more hoarse than usual due to her cold.

"Hi," Maura replied, smiling softly at her. "Found anything?"

"Not even a clue," Jane sighed deeply.

"Are you staying over?" Maura then asked. She didn't want to go home alone, because she was feeling so exhausted that she was scared she might have an emotional breakdown if she was alone. Also, her best friend seemed pretty upset herself; it was probably not a good idea for them to be alone right now.

"Yeah," Jane mumbled after a few moments. "My apartment still has Casey all over it. Let's go."

She got up from behind her desk and grabbed her blazer to put it on, whilst Maura started collecting Jane's stuff in her bag. She said her byes to Frost, Korsak long gone, and they stepped towards the elevator. Once they got in, Jane rested her head against the cold mirror, her eyes closed.

"Fuck," she cursed. "My head is killing me."

Maura was glad that Jane didn't see the way she had given her a concerned look, she really was. Because that was the last thing that Jane needed right now, having to worry over other people worried about her.

Jane let herself fall onto Maura's couch with a loud noise, followed by a loud sigh. She ran a hand through her hair as Maura sat down next to her, handing her a beer and putting her own glass of wine down. Maura eyed Jane cautiously, as if she was afraid of saying something wrong.

"Jane," she asked softly, her eyes glazing over the other woman who had her eyes closed, enjoying her beer. "You look terrible."

Jane opened her eyes, laughing. "Thanks for the compliment, Doctor Isles." Maura returned the smile.

Granted, Jane did look terrible. She was exhausted, and sick. She thought they could solve this case in a day, since it was a simple robbery, and then she could return home but now, it sure doesn't look like it. And also the stress from Casey's question was still weighing on her.

"How are you?" She asked Maura, placing her beer onto the table next to Maura's wineglass. Jane smiled softly at the other woman, who probably looked even tired than her. "You said you haven't slept since yesterday; you hanging in there?"

Maura nodded slowly. She didn't need her best friend to worry about her, especially with her current situation. She knew how much the situation frustrated Jane, not knowing what to do – and Maura knew all too well that her opinion was worth a lot to what Jane would answer Casey; but she didn't want that.

"I'll be fine," Maura answered. It wasn't as if she was lying, she would be fine eventually, after a good night sleep. "I heard they found cameras inside the cab."

"Yeah," Jane replied, stifling a yawn. "Strange thing is, Bai's wife, his cousin, other drivers, none of them knew that he'd installed those cameras."

"Hm," Maura frowned, sipping some wine slowly. "Maybe Bai was doing a reality show?" She offered with a smile.

"See!" Jane said mockingly, waving both her hands to the side. "That's what I said too!" She gave Maura's body a slight push, smiling. "But turns out no, and they weren't installed by law enforcement either, so..."

"You think someone was spying on him." Maura's face turned into surprise, smile still lingering on her lips.

"Or his passengers," Jane nodded. "Maybe he overheard something he shouldn't have. Anyway whatever it is, I hope we find it soon. I'm tired."

Maura gave her a supportive smile and turned her body to face Jane. She laid her elbow on the couch and rested her head inside her hand. Inspecting the other woman her facial features, she smiled softly.

"I'm sorry, Jane." She whispered lightly. "We should head to bed; tomorrow will be a busy day."

Jane also twisted her body around and copied the same position that Maura had and looked her in the eyes. Maura could see the pain and hurt that was being reflected in Jane's deep brown orbs. She hated seeing that pain in her best friend her eyes.

"Don't apologize," Jane patted Maura's arm. "It's difficult but none of this is your fault. I just," She paused, closing her eyes. "I don't know what to with Casey. I'm not sure if I love him that way, and I don't want to give up everything for him, Maura – I don't want to and I can't."

Maura felt her heart hurt at the thought of her best friend leaving. She had been alone so long and when Jane came into her life and became her friend, she started feeling less lonely. Maura shifted on the couch and embraced Jane slowly, the detective returning the hug after a few moments.

"Take your time, Jane," She whispered once they broke apart. "You know I'll support you in whatever you do. But now, I think it's time for bed." Jane nodded and rose up from the couch, extending her hand to Maura, who accepted it gladly.

"You go first," Maura said. "I'll clean up."

"Okay."

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