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A/N: Reading Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell made me want to write again! Have you read it? I loved it! So, here's another Rizzle fics that has been on my mind these months, but I was so busy that I couldn't write it until now. And... since we're heading to Christmas I thought it was nice to set the story at this time of the year. I apologize for every mistake I have made writing this chapter and for the ones that I know I'll make in the future. I don't know how many chapters this story will be, but not a lot because I have other stories in my mind! AND, yes, it's Rizzles endgame!
A/N2: The title is from: Pearl Jam - Breath
Hope you'll like it!
Hold me 'till I die
Chap01
It should have been a day just like the others, but something was different. Something delicate was embracing her and it gave her a sense of calmness and well-being that she wasn't feeling in such a long time. Like everything was OK. Like everything didn't happen. Like she hadn't found Maura 48 hours after she had been kidnapped, covered in bruises and scared like hell. Like she hadn't risked losing forever.
Months have passed since Jane broke in the warehouse where he was keeping Maura. It was the same warehouse where Jane had shot Paddy Doyle. That psycho had done things perfectly. He tried to destroy Jane in every way possible and seeing Maura tied up in a chair, muzzled, hurt and scared was almost her undoing. Her downfall. Almost because the sight in front of her gave her courage and strength. The awareness of that situation, the possibility of Maura dying in front of her gave Jane a rush of adrenaline that helped her to hunt down the kidnapper. Kent Drake. He always gave Jane the creeps. And now she understood why. So she shot him at the same moment Kent yelled her to put her gun down. A single shot and he was lying on the floor. Dead. Maura was safe now. Korsak and Frankie took care of that bastard and Jane rushed to her bestfriend…
A frustrated sigh brought her out from her thoughts. Jane's eyes scanned the living room at Beacon Hill and stopped on Maura, who was decorating their Christmas Tree. Something was bothering the ME: a Christmas decoration that wouldn't stand on the tree. A delicate smile curled up Jane lips. She took their glasses full of eggnog and went to help her bestfriend paying attention to not scare her. Since she had been kidnapped, Maura was always vigilant, tense, easy to frighten. Jane learned it at her expense one day that she entered Maura's bedroom without letting her know her presence. Maura had a panic attack and Jane was at a loss as to what to do to calm her friend down.
"Let me…" Jane told her with a smile. She gave her the glasses to take care of that rebel Christmas decoration. "Is it okay?"
Maura nodded and smiled with gratitude. She always thought that wasn't thanking Jane enough for everything. For saving her. For her presence in her life. Even if Jane always said the opposite. One of the most terrifying moments of that abduction was when Maura saw Kent point his gun at Jane. She took a sip of her drink knowing that now it was over. Jane saved her. Jane was staying with her at Beacon Hill because she wasn't ready to leave Maura alone, even if everything happened months ago. They found each other entangled in Maura's bed at night, sleeping. It became a routine that neither of them wanted to stop. And secretly enjoyed. They were alive and in each other arms.
"Couch and Netflix?" These were the first words that Maura spoke since she began to decorate the Christmas tree. Jane left her alone only to prepare the eggnog, happy that Maura was so relaxed.
"Sure, why not. What do you wanna watch?" Jane was ready to let out a groan, fearing Maura's choice, but the truth was that she even enjoyed every documentary Maura picked out in the past. There was something intriguing and sweet in the sight of Maura watching them. Her hazel eyes were always sparkling, her goofy grin huge. Jane loved it.
"Home Alone 1&2." Maura replied and Jane raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"Really?"
"I need a good laugh." Maura shrugged her shoulders and Jane understood. "They're two Christmas classics, by the way. But if you prefer, we can watch 'It's a Wonderful Life'".
"No, hell, no!" Maura laughed at Jane's answer. They sat on the couch and Maura threw a blanket over their legs.
"I'm not afraid of burglars. I have you here with me, Detective." It should have been a joke but Jane knew that there was something more. Truth and fair were hidden in those words. Jane put one arm around Maura shoulders and kissed her temple. Lightly.
"Was it a joke, Maur?" She smirked.
"Only if it was funny." Maura rested her head on Jane's shoulder.
"It was, Maur. It was." Jane whispered while the movie began.
