A/N: Just a short Jane and Maura fluff story. If I get enough interest, I will continue it. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything except this story.

Doctor Maura Isles stood at the front door of her best friend Detective Jane Rizzoli's apartment door. She'd arrived with some Chinese food for herself and Jane. Through the white painted wooden door, she could hear the most beautiful music playing. It was clearly being played on a piano. Jane's piano to be exact. Jane Rizzoli played the piano? She'd never known that.

Maura knocked on the door, not sure if Jane would hear it but the piano playing suddenly stopped and a moment later the door opened, to reveal a exhausted looking Jane, wearing a pair of grey sweat pants and her grey BPD t-shirt, the one she wore for jogging.

"Hi Maura. What are you doing here?" she asked surprised, letting her good friend inside her tidy apartment.

"I thought after your rough case today that you might need a friend," she spoke softly and lifted up the brown paper bag, "I brought Chinese."

Jane couldn't help but smile gratefully, she had to admit she was really hungry. "Thanks, Maur," she whispered and sat painfully down on the couch. She'd been thrown up against a wall by the perp, which had left her back red and bruised. And painful.

Sitting down beside the detective, Maura smiled back at her as she opened the bag. She pulled out Jane's favourite Chow Mein and passed it to her with some chop sticks.

Jane took it gently. "Thank you, Maur."

"You're very welcome," Maura replied as she took her own meal out of the bag. "So, how long you been playing piano?" she asked curiously.

Jane blushed, she'd managed to hide her hidden talent for so long only to be finally caught out. She bit her bottom lip before answering very softly. "Since I was three," she admitted.

"Really?" Maura asked, very intrigued.

Eating a little more of her food, Jane nodded. "Yes, Ma was just insistent that her only daughter learned to play piano," she explained.

"What about your brothers?" Maura asked, after swallowing a mouthful of her own meal.

Jane sighed. "Tommy learned the drums and Frankie wanting to be like me, also learned piano."

"So Frankie has always looked up to you?" Maura tilted her head a little in curiosity. She thought Frankie only followed in her footsteps in becoming a police officer.

"Yes, he has," Jane nodded with a small smile. "In nearly everything. As we grew up, I had to remind him a few times that he was a boy and a girl, he couldn't do everything I did," she told her friend and laughed lightly remembering those times. Since Frankie's death, she hadn't been able to talk about or remember the good times without breaking down into painful sobs. She ran her fingers out the scar on her abdomen. She just wish she could forget that dreadful day, but she couldn't. She'd lost her little brother and she'd become very close to losing her own life.

Noticing Jane's tears welling up, which she was very obviously trying to hold back, Maura put down her dinner and scooted over to her friend and wrapped an arm around her, rubbing her back. "It's okay, Jane. I'm sorry I brought it up," she apologized softly.

Shaking her head, Jane sniffled, wiping her runny nose on her hand.

"Eww!" Maura grabbed a few tissues from the box on the coffee table. "Jane, honey, use a tissue, not your hand."

Jane silently took the offered tissue and blew her nose. Her tears were slowly receding, much to her relief. She hated to show weakness, even in front of her best friend. She wouldn't even show it in front of her own mother or father. "No, it's not your fault, Maura. It... It actually felt good to talk about Frankie again. I'll always miss him but he'd want me to continue on with my life," she whispered and rested her head on Maura's shoulder.

Rubbing Jane's back, Maura placed a feather light kiss on her head. "You can miss him but still go on with your life, honey. Just remember the good times. It will get easier, I promise."

Jane exhaled a deep, slow breath and wiped her nose again. "Yeah, you're right." She licked her lips, the taste of her salty, wet tears on them, not bothering her. "Wow, that just ruined the moment."

Both she and Maura laughed lightly. They looked at their food, neither were hungry anymore.

"Why don't you play some piano for me?" Maura suddenly asked after some awkward quietness.

"Sure," Jane smiled and got up, heading over to the piano. She sat down on the small wooden bench. She laid her fingers on the keys as she thought about what song she'd play. "I'll play your favourite."

"But you don't know my favourite," Maura said before furrowing her eyebrows and gasping in shock as she heard Jane play the first notes of her favourite song.

Jane Rizzoli was a piano genius. And it made Maura love her even more.