A/N: Only just getting the inspiration to write again, so I hope you like this. Also, if you would like me to continue another story, let me know which one and I will SEE what I can do. But I can't make any promises. Please review, I would really appreciate the feedback.

Disclaimer: Don't own anyone or anything you recognise. (C) Sasha. Rizzoli

There's Something About Hope

"Jane?" Maura whispered as she slowly regained consciousness from a deep sleep. She noticed that was still dark out and for some unknown reason the spot beside her in the queen size bed, which was normally occupied by her fiancee, was empty. The expensive cotton sheets were cold, indicating that Jane had been out of bed for some time.

Sighing, Maura slowly got up and shrugged on her silky pink knee length robe, that had been hanging up on the back of the bedroom door. She was certain that she knew where the detective was.

Two doors up and across the hall, Jane was slowly and gently swinging back and forth in the rocking chair with her and Maura's two month old daughter, which Maura had carried, using Jane's egg and a doctor's sperm, laying contently in her arms. The baby had came first because they had decided to put the wedding off for some time since Jane wanted to pay for half of it but unfortunately had not been able to afford it as yet. She wanted to take care of both Maura and Charlize Serenity, who was known as Charlie to her loving mommies and other family and friends.

"Hey sweet girl. I swear you have your mommy's beautiful eyes. You see you're very lucky and special because you have two mommies instead of a mommy and a daddy. But Mommy and I will explain it to you when you're a bit older, huh? So you'll understand," Jane cooed to the infant as she stroked her baby soft skin with the pad of her index finger.

In response, Charlie cooed back and giggled, kicking her tiny chubby legs against her mama's arm that was resting under her tiny body.

Maura's heart melted at the sight as she watched the scene between her fiancee and daughter play out, oblivious to her presence.

It was Jane's birthday and here she sat at three in the morning wide awake, whispering and rocking their obviously very happy little girl.

As Maura continued to stand there in the doorway of the nursery watching the two most important ladies in her life, the ME thought back to the conversation that she and Jane had shared during Charlie's after lunch nap time.

"I've been thinking, Maur," Jane whispered as she ran her fingers through her lover's hair as Maura laid on the couch with her head on Jane's lap.

"About what, baby?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the documentary on the television.

"I wanna get a tattoo. I -"

"No! No way, no tattoo," Maura forcefully interrupted her.

"Maura, hear me out..."

Maura insisted on no tattoo but sighed as she felt Jane move to get up, obviously feeling torn up. "Stay, Janie. I'll hear you out," she replied as she sat up, to give Jane eye to eye contact.

Jane smiled with new found confidence and reached into a drawer beside the couch. She pulled out a piece of paper and passed it to Maura. "Here is my idea for a tattoo. I drew it myself the other day. What do you think?"

Clearing her throat, she took a good look at the hand drawn picture and was surprised at how professional it looked, she didn't even know that her fiancee could even draw. The picture showed Charlie's footprints with her full name, date of birth, time of birth and birth weight written in fancy writing beside them.

Charlize Serenity Rizzoli-Isles

10/04/11 5:05PM

7lb 11oz

Maura sniffled as she put down the piece of paper.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," Jane apologized, pulling her honey blonde lover into her. "I won't get it then."

Maura shook her head adamantly. "No, no, it's not that, honey." She turned and looked up at Jane. "It's so beautiful. I want to pay for it for your birthday. My present to you."

"No, that's okay, baby. I already have my present from you."

In confusion, Maura tilted her head. "I don't remember buying you anything yet. I haven't had the time yet. I was going to take Charlie out with me today to get something."

Jane laughed lightly and planted a featherlight kiss on Maura's lips. "I'm talking about Charlie, baby. She's a present from you to me."

Touched, Maura sniffled as a tear fell from her right eye.

"No more crying. You're reached your daily quota already and it's not even 3PM yet," Jane softly reprimanded, wiping away the wet, salty tear from Maura's cheek.

Hearing what sounded like Jane calling her, Maura shook her head. "What did you say? Sorry, babe," she replied and looked up to see Jane standing in front of her, minus the baby, Charlize was back in her crib now sound asleep, sucking contently on a lavender purple pacifier.

"You okay, baby?" Jane asked, both her face and voice conveying concern.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." She kissed Jane on the lips and brushed back a stray stand of dark brown hair behind her ear. "Just thinking... Happy birthday, beautiful," she whispered and kissed Jane on the lips again.

Jane instantly deepened the kiss and led Maura back to the bedroom. They hadn't made love in nearly four months and Jane was desperate to make love to the love of her life again.

She gently pushed Maura back down on to the bed and made sure the baby monitor was back on before resuming the very passionate kiss. "I... Love... You," Jane uttered lovingly in between quick pecks before beginning yet another kiss.

3:20AM SOUTH BOSTON

A little sandy brown hair girl aged about five wandered out of her plain, nearly empty bedroom, which only consisted of a small cot size mattress and some dirty clothes on the brown-y dirty carpet.

"Mother? Mother?" she called out, quietly in fear, scared that if her mother heard her that she would be hit and thrown back into her bedroom. During the commotion she had heard a lot of banging, crashing and screaming, which had woken her up from a fitful sleep, but for the last half an hour, which felt like an eternity to the frightened child, it had been eerily quiet, so she felt it was safe to investigate. Upon tip-toeing into the living room, she screamed twice, one after the other. First scream, she had found her mother's dead body laying in a pool of blood in front of the dirty wrapper covered couch. Second, some police officers had kicked in the front door.

Terrified, she ran behind the couch and hid. "Don't hurt me... Don't hurt me," she cried over and over again.

"We need Homicide Detectives here immediately. We have a DB. Also make sure Rizzoli comes, we need a female officer for a little girl, looks to be about five," a patrol officer said into the walkie talkie before waiting for back-up from Homicide.