I don't own the characters. Well ok except for the one I made up! I don't make money out of it. Otherwise that means I would be working for TNT and Tamaro and I would probably make a lot of people happy... ;)

So here it is! My first fic! And from the beginning too! If you read my "Back at Christine's place" you know where this is heading. The first few chapters are not too M rated... future ones on the other hand... The Rizzles will take a while to get there. But it will get there I promise.

Those who know me from Tumblr and other places know that it might take me a while to get things updated but I will. I promise. Don't give up on me! And if you really like it... there will be more. Of so much more. I kinda have a thing for smut so there could be a lot coming your way.

Also, I don't have a Beta and I'm not english. So I apologize in advance for any mistakes you read. But I try very very hard. If anyone would like to be my beta please let me know! Ok enough talking, now let's read! Enjoy. :)

Jane had been apprehensive about the whole thing. Already reunions were not her thing, but a reunion with rich french people? She couldn't see herself going through the evening without embarrassing her friend at least a dozen times, but she couldn't say no. Ma would throw her whole kitchenware at me if I passed the chance to go to France. Maybe I should have convinced Maura to take her instead...Now, it was too late. Sitting her business class seat; because Constance had insisted she would have paid first class for Maura anyways so might as well get them both comfortable for the 7 hours plane ride; Jane was starting to actually get excited about the trip.

"I can't believe I'm going to France! I still feel bad about your mom paying for the plane though.

- Nonsense Jane! If she had her way she would have sent a jet... I told her we could afford the tickets since we are staying at their apartment in Le Chesnay. But she insisted since she felt bad about not getting you anything for Christmas.

- Like your mom needs to get me anything! I'm your friend, not your … well you know what I mean!

- Hmm hmm... but she insisted. And you know you don't argue with her long until she just does what she wants and you have no choice in the matter.

- You're sure you're adopted?

- Funny, Jane... "

Maura rolled her eyes and went back to the in-flight magazine. Watching Jane fidget in her seat, Maura couldn't help but grin at the could clearly see that she was worried about flying but couldn't say it.I wonder if she knows how adorable she looks when she's nervous. Putting her hand over Jane's, she felt the brunette relax almost instantly. Smiling at the M.E. Jane sat back in her seat.

"Sorry... I really don't like to fly.

- I can see that. It'll be fine Jane. The chances of anything happening are so low. There has been many studies proving that air travel is one of the safest ways to travel. As much as the media like to show how tragic a plane crash can be, events of such a magnitude are extremely rare. The latest being the Air France from Rio De Janeiro that vanished over the Atlantic in 2009..

- Ok yes yes... I know, enough. So wait, that reminds me. Why are we flying through London? I mean I'm sure we could have had a direct flight to Paris?

- Oh... business class on Bristish Airways is slightly better for the price and... well... let's just say I prefer them.

- Mauraaaa?

- Their combined body counts in incidents is of 63 for their history. Air France is at 1 787."

Jane looked at her with a are you seriousface.But I'm the paranoid one...Taking a drink of her complimentary champagne, the detective tried not to think about what she was just told. Without realising it, they had kept their hands joined over their armrest. The feeling was so familiar that neither felt the need to break the contact. The brunette only realising that she was still holding on to it when the M.E. removed her hand to turn a page in the magazine she was still reading. Jane looked at her about to apologize when Maura simply returned her hand to hers, holding it like it was the most normal thing in the world. Why does this feel so right... oh whatever Rizzoli, you're holding her hand. She's your friend and you're nervous... of course she's holding your hand. Relax gee... It doesn't mean anything. Leaning back in her seat, Jane tried to close her eyes and not think about anything. Her thoughts still running on how comforting the hand on hers felts.

It was going to be a long flight...