Update: Written before all of Chapter 7 was released so this is "Pretend Chapter 8' IF Chapter 7 had never happened.

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(Contains/Will Contain: Swearing & Sex) Rated: M Will get there, just be patient! And yes, I haven't given up on my first story, I Think It's Time. Patience is a virtue.

Chapter 1

Jane Rizzoli's PoV

I've had…'feelings,' I guess you could call them, for my best friend Maura, since about…forever.

Jane blows out a puff of air as she puts down the pencil in her left hand and grabs her cold beer instead.

"What the hell am I doing? I'm not some girly-girl who writes long essays about her 'feelings!' Jane Rizzoli is a woman of action! Not stupid cutesy love letters and poems written in some leather bound journal!" And with that, Jane uses her boot, resting on the same coffee table now as the journal, kicking it close and sliding it off the table. Jane smiles as she brings the beer bottle back to her lips.

"See. I don't need a stupid journal."

Maura's PoV

Maura sat quietly on her sofa in the living area trying to concentrate on her forensic pathology article. However, she found that the house had fallen far too silent and was distracting her in its own unique way. Jane's absence was somewhat troubling the medical examiner. Jane wouldn't always be making noise, per say, but her presence always made itself known. Whether it was rational or not, it was as if she could feel Jane in a room before seeing her. She wondered why her best friend hadn't stopped by tonight. It was Friday and both were off this weekend. Maura decided to go for a drive.

Later at Jane's new condo

After ditching her creative writing attempt, Jane had turned on the TV to watch sports. Really she didn't care what was on, just something to distract her from the work week while she drank. She had opened her second beer and gotten much more comfortable. More comfortable to Jane meant, boots-off, belt-off, slacks-off. Once the more uncomfortable work elements had been removed (including her bra now laying on the back of the couch and a few buttons on her dress shirt undone) she felt free to really sink in the couch and relax.

However, only halfway through that second beer, she heard a knock on the door. Then she heard the familiar sound of her name,

"Jane," Maura said almost as a question.

"Maura," Jane whispered. Then she yelled, voice cracking, "hold on a sec!"

Jane quickly ran around the room looking for pants, any pants. Currently clad in her work shirt, socks, and boy shorts undies, she desperately searched the floor for her misplaced work pants or some discarded pajama pants, hell even a towel would work right about now. Otherwise she was going to look like Tom Cruise in Risky Business.

Before her brain even registered what was happening, Maura was unlocking and opening the door. The sight before her caused her to become concerned and amused at the same time.

Jane was running back and forth around the room, with her back to Maura, with her socks occasionally slipping on the hard wood floors. Jane would grab on to something so she didn't land on her ass but each slip left Maura in suspense and doing her very best to withhold her giggling, as to not be caught staring.

Finally, one last wide turn around the kitchen island and Jane went down.

"Oh, Jane! Are you alright? Don't move till I can assess you for any injuries," Maura spit out, going from gawking onlooker to doctor in less than a second.

"Maura! What are you doing in here? I told you to hold on. Wait, how long exactly have you been in here?" Jane looked wide-eyed and panicked.

Maura crouched next to Jane. "Jane please hold still while I assess you for any bodily injuries."

"No, Maura. Tell me what you saw." Jane crossed her arms and gave Maura a stare down.

Maura knew there was no point in fighting so she gave in. "Fine, Jane. I opened the door approximately 10 seconds after you replied 'hold on a second.' I recalled from a previous conversation that phrase was just a figure of speech, but when I heard all the noise I became concerned so I unlocked the door with the key, that might I add, you gave me."

After the long explanation that basically sounded a lot like, 'this is your fault,' Jane just decided to let the doctor do her thing and get it over with.

"Fine, so am I ok?"

"Yes you're fine, but Jane?" asked Maura.

"Yeah?"

"Why aren't you wearing any pants?"