Authors Note - I own nothing. Just day dreaming when I heard this song and this is what came from that dream.

Craig Morgan - Wake Up Lovin' You

Voices could be heard echoing from the hall as the doors to the bullpen swung shut, leaving the three detectives sitting at their desks. Powering down his computer Korsak looked at the other two as he said, "It's Friday night of a weekend we aren't on call, why don't we call it quits and go have a few rounds? First one's on me!"

Catching his Sergeant Detective's eye, Frost jumped up, "That sounds like the best damn thing I've heard in a while. What do ya say partner?" This earned a slight head nod from Vince 'damn this kid picks up quick and the way he looks out for Janie is good,' he thought as he looked from Barry to Jane.

Without looking up Rizzoli waved her hand toward the door, "You guys go on ahead, I'm just gonna finish reviewing this cold case, drop the samples at the lab, and head home." Grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair Barry paused at Jane's desk, "If you change your mind you know where we'll be." Glancing up briefly before her eyes looked back down to her desk she sighed, "That's just it; I'm not going back to... I just can't." With a solid pat on Jane's shoulder Barry followed Vince out of the bullpen.

Grabbing seats at the bar Vince and Barry waved down Murray for two beers as they each got lost in their own thoughts. Spinning the bar stool around Barry looked over at their 'usual' booth as he recalled the good times they had seen there. As Murray set the drafts down he motioned to the booth, "She's not joining you tonight?" Vince shook his head slowly as Barry turned back around, "Don't think we will ever get her back in here again." Wiping down the bar Murray sighed, "Damn shame, always thought they were perfect together. Guess after so long nothing goes back to the way it used to be."

Closing up her notes and straightening up her desk Jane grabbed the samples she found and headed down to the lab to drop them off. Making her way out of the precinct she ignored a call from Ma, only the tenth one since lunch. 'It only took Tommy and Frankie a few days to realize I won't answer a call but I'll always answer a text. How long is it going to take Ma to figure it out?' she thought as she started typing a text. "Hey Ma, headed home, I'll call you this weekend... sometime."

Pulling up to her building she heard Ma's text come through. 'We both know you won't call, I don't understand why but you won't. I expect you at family dinner on Sunday, no excuses this time BE HERE! - Love ya, Ma.' Releasing the sigh she had been holding she slid the phone back onto her belt and made her way inside.

Finishing off his third beer, Barry slapped the bar top as he set his mug down, "I've got it, old man! We need to go to a different bar." As Vince began shaking his head Barry continued, "No, hear me out. We can't get her back in here but she never said she wouldn't come out with us. She just said that she would never come back here. We keep trying to get her to return to the scene of the crime, so to speak." Looking past Barry, Vince saw Frankie grab the empty bar stool. Frankie said, "You guys won't get her out tonight anyway." "Why's that Little Rizzoli?" Barry asked. Smirking the classic Rizzoli smirk, Frankie answered, "It was six months ago tonight that it happened." Vince dropped his head, "That's why she wrote the '6' on the calendar today." Chiming in Barry said, "That explains why she was so down today, even more than usual. We can't just let her sit at home. We need to drag her out and paint the town." Exchanging glances with Vince, 'paint the town?' Frankie sneered, "Yeah, good luck with that! But you can count me in, we gotta do something."

Walking back into her apartment she unclipped the leash from Jo and hung it on the hook by the door. Opening the refrigerator to grab a beer she noticed missed messages on her phone. "What the hell?" she said to Jo Friday as she slid open her phone screen to reveal 38 missed texts and 16 missed calls, all with messages. "We were only walking for 20 minutes." Opening the messages she saw they are all from Vince, Barry, and Frankie. The first text read, 'Hey get ready we are going to Nocturnal'. 'No we aren't' she thought as she read through the rest of the texts. She chose to delete the voicemails without even listening to them. She was typing out a group message to all three guys when she heard a commotion from beyond her front door. Just then a persistent pounding on the door seemed to be trying to take it off its hinges. Opening the wooden barrier from the outside world, she revealed Vince, Barry, and Frankie, all sporting devilish grins.

Frankie stepped forward and became the voice of the boys, "Hey you're not ready, go get ready." Shaking her head Jane said, "No way. I am not going anywhere called 'Nocturnal' no matter how rad Barry thinks it will be." Laughing, Barry knew she at least read the texts, "Well that's good 'cuz we are not going there. Seriously, go change, we have got some serious partying to get done and you are either coming with or we are having the party right here!" Sighing audibly and adding an eye roll for good measure she headed toward her bedroom muttering, 'Not sure why I thought I'd just be able to be alone with my misery tonight.'

Ten minutes later she came out of the bedroom in a pair of faded, torn, and bleached jeans and a white tank top. Sitting down on the edge of her couch to pull on her boots she thought she'd give it one more shot, "Guys, I really appreciate the thought but I just want to be alone tonight." All three guys shook their heads as Barry said, "Oh hell no, partner, we need to get out and paint the town. Let's go." Sighing, she stood up, grabbed her badge, keys, and black leather jacket, "Fine, let's get this over with." Walking out the door behind everyone Frankie shook his head and thought, 'What is his deal with painting the town?'

They had been at this club for over an hour when Jane admitted silently and only to herself, that this wasn't half bad. She had never heard of this place 'Empyrean', it seemed to be a club for everyone. The music was a little bit of everything, not just pop or dance mixes and the sound system wasn't so loud they couldn't hold a conversation. As the boys were listening to Frankie tell another story of Jane's rebellious antics from childhood the waitress stopped and placed a drink in front of Jane. Motioning toward the bar the waitress said, "From the blonde at the end of the bar." The boys stopped and stared between Jane and the shot of gin. Raising the glass toward the blonde, along with her right eyebrow, Jane threw the shot to the back of her throat as the blonde gave her a wink. "Excuse me guys," she said quietly as she made her way to the bar.

Watching Jane approach the bar Vince cleared his throat, "Is it just me or...?" Cutting him off Barry shook his head, "Nope, not just you."

Flashing a Rizzoli smirk Jane held out her hand and as the blonde slid hers in to it. Jane gave it a quick turn and placed a light kiss to the back of the manicured fingers. "Thank you for the drink, may I have this dance?" Jane asked. Smiling, the blonde slid off the stool and they made their way out to the dance floor. One song became three and as they made their way around the floor Jane felt the affect of the music mixing with the gin and finally started feeling alive again. By the end of the sixth song the blonde slipped her arms inside Jane's jacket and raked her nails around toned abs. She pulled the detective in close and whispered, "Take me home," in her ear. Without another thought, Jane steered them across the floor towards the door. Smiling to herself Jane thought, 'Still got it and everything is alright' as they headed out into the night.

As the first rays of sunlight infiltrated Jane's vision she sighed in the peace and the tranquillity of being in love. As the realization that the honey blonde hair she was snuggled into wasn't that of... 'Damn it, I woke up lovin' you again,' she thought. Sliding out of the bed and grabbing her clothes she slipped out of the apartment and started looking for a cab.

Back home Jane texted Frankie and asked if he'd watch Jo Friday for her, "Just a few days until I get back - need to get away." After he agreed she powered down her phone, left it on the table, and made her way out of town.

Stepping off the plane Jane looked around, let out a deep breath and realized that she was nowhere anyone knew her. Three days later and she felt that her best intentions of giving herself half of a chance to get alive and act like a different woman were shot to hell. Tipping back the whiskey bottle she sat staring at the TV trying not to sleep so she wouldn't wake up lovin' her.

Thinking back to a time when she had said that she was never going to stop lovin' with all her heart, no matter what, Jane let out a sigh. When she gave her word and made a promise she did everything she could to keep that promise. Too much had happened because now she felt like she was breaking every promise she ever made, as she whispered a prayer askin' God if he would just let her forget it all. Every morning those prayers went unanswered when she woke up lovin' her.

Authors Note:

This is my first attempt at writing. This could become more than a ine shot if y'all would like there to be. Please review and know that I welcome any and all feed back. If you would like more please share songs that you would like to see as chapters or one shots.