A/N: This is my first Rizzoli and Isles fic, be gentle! I'm not sure if I'll continue this; it was just a little idea I had after listening to a couple shippy songs today. I own nothing, unfortunately. All rights to the respective writers, directors, producers blah blah. Enjoy!
Seven weeks had gone by since the shooting in the warehouse. The funeral for Paddy Doyle was private and Constance and Maura had been the only attendees. As she was exiting the cemetery, Maura caught a glimpse of Jane in her unmarked car, sitting just outside the entrance. Her eyes flashed in shock that Jane had been brave enough to show her face at the place where the man she shot was being buried. Maura had quickly glanced away, taking her mother's arm and getting into the passenger side of Constance's car. She had not returned any of Jane's calls, but she had each voicemail message saved. She missed her friend. She knew she should hate her and blame her for the death of her biological father, but she couldn't bring herself to hate Jane. No, Maura could never hate Jane. She could never hate someone she loved. After the death of Paddy Doyle, all Maura had wanted to do was to crawl into Jane's arms and let her comfort her and soothe her pain. The forgiveness had come instantly, and in that instant, Maura knew she was in love with Jane. She had been wrong when she said Ian was the love of her life. It was Jane. It was always Jane.
Maura had been down in the morgue, mulling over her thoughts as she was performing an autopsy on a routine suicide, when she heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Detective Frost came into the room, wincing not so subtly at the opened Y incision on their latest victim, and she looked up and gave him a sympathetic smile.
"How can I help you Barry?" Maura had asked gently, as the young man stood awkwardly, not knowing how to deliver the news to the medical examiner. "Is it about the case?"
"No…erhm…it's about Jane." Frost mumbled, looking at the floor.
A momentary wave of panic gripped Maura, and she grabbed the edge of the autopsy table with her free hand. "Is she alright?"
"No…I mean…yeah, Jane's fine…I mean, physically…I mean…"
"Just spit it out Barry!" Maura exclaimed impatiently, a little more forcibly than she intended.
"Jane's pregnant."
Maura's eyes had widened slightly, before masking her emotions. She bent down over the corpse, trying to focus on the woman on the table in front of her, but tears kept blurring her vision. "Agent Dean's?"
"Yes." Frost was shifting nervously on his feet now, sensing the tension that hovered like a cloud in the air.
"Thank you for telling me. I will find you when I have my report completed." Maura was back in work mode now, finding comfort in finding out every detail about their victim.
After Frost left the room, Maura put down her scalpel and took off her glove, running a hand through her blonde waves. She slouched, resting her backside on the nearest empty table, and finally let the tears that had been threatening to spill out fall into the hand covering her face.
Frost had been watching from the other side of the window, feeling slightly guilty for spying on the doctor, but she had been too absorbed in emotion to notice. He shook his head as he walked back up to the squad room.
Maura had turned in her resignation the next day. Cavanaugh had been expecting something from the ME like a request for time off, but not a resignation. He had told her they would hate to see her go, and she smiled lightly, shaking his hand before walking out the door. As the doors began to close on the elevator, a hand stuck between the door, and Korsak squeezed in. He had turned to her quickly, gentling his tone before he spoke.
"She should know, don't you think?" Vince put a hand on her arm, giving it a slight squeeze, as Maura avoided his gaze.
"I can't Vince. She is carrying his child. She shot my father defending him, and now she has a chance to have what she wants." Maura's eyes blurred, inwardly cursing her lachrymal glands.
Korsak was quiet for a minute before he responded softly. "Yeah, but what about what you want? I know Jane, she loves you. She's been miserable ever since the shooting, and she needs her best friend, especially now."
"I can't be her best friend. Tell her whatever you want, but promise me Vince, that you won't tell Jane the real reason why I'm leaving. She'll think I'm angry with her and that I can't work with her because of that day. Let her think that. Please." Her eyes begged with him, and his heart broke at the sight of the distraught medical examiner.
"I won't tell her Maura, but you should."
"It's for the best." And with that, Maura Isles walked out the front door of the Boston precinct.
Maura was out in the warm Boston air, picking up a few groceries on her way home from work. It had been a year since she left the Boston precinct, and she had gotten another job as the ME for another precinct. She liked her new job, and she got along with her coworkers, but it was just business. It was just a job to her. She turned from the store, walking her groceries to her car, and caught a glimpse of unruly dark hair bobbing in the wind. Maura froze, dropping her grocery bag to the pavement. Jane.
Thousands of people live in this town
And I had to run into you.
Jane's eyes found her before she could move. Something flashed in her eyes but was instantly masked by the detectives signature smile. She walked up to Maura, picking up the groceries from the ground and handed them back to the woman.
She walked up to me
Looked in my eyes
And still, the world stood still.
I couldn't move and all I could feel
Was this aching in my heart
Saying I loved her still.
"Maura," the detectives husky voice had not changed, and Maura's breath caught in her throat. "How have you been?"
Maura couldn't help the smile that split her face at the familiar voice of her best friend. "I'm doing just fine Jane, I can't complain." The people rushed by on the street, as the two women picked up right where they left off.
Jane couldn't help but hug the smaller woman. "I've missed you Maura, so much."
And still my world stood still
I couldn't move
And all I could feel
Was this aching in my heart
Saying I loved her still.
The two women reluctantly broke the embrace, forgetting they were in a crowded street in Boston, when a dark haired Agent Dean walked up to Jane. He put his arm around Jane's back, and Jane tensed slightly at the contact before shrugging into his side a bit in recognition, her gaze never breaking from Maura's. Maura gave Jane her best smile, but she was dying inside.
"We gotta go now, it's getting late. It was so good to see you Maur." Jane smiled at the honey blonde before they turned and walked away.
And still
My world stood still
I couldn't move
And all I could feel
Was this aching in my heart
Saying I loved her.
Still.
I hate Agent Dean as much as the rest of us Rizzles shippers, but I blame all the angsty music I've been listening to today. I'm not sure if I should continue or leave this as a one shot. Thanks for reading, and let me know what you think! :)