A/N It took more time that I would have liked… anyway, this is a continuation piece of Truths that are lies, a little one shot that I wrote for Awesome23 and whom I promised a continuation in a multichaptered form of their idea.

A few things before we start, Truths that are lies is narrated from a particular point of view that I'm not going to repeat in this story and even if the original one shot followed the end of the infamous episode after Jane's jumping off the bridge this story is merely going to follow the particular end of my story so I won't be referring to the show as much as I'm used to do in other fics of mine. And with that we can start!

Note: I don't live in Boston and since where I live is at the other side of the ocean my description of Boston is going to be tied to whatever I've been able to find on google, sorry for any misinterpretation, to avoid confusions I will try to keep everything as vague as possible.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the show depicted here.

Everybody talks

Everybody talks, too much-Neon Trees "Everybody talks"

The sun was setting on Boston city when Jane exited the precinct, her tired eyes inspecting mechanically the road in front of her as she maneuvered her car and joined with it to the now lazy car flux.

It had been a difficult day, one of those in which all she could actually think about at the end of it was drinking until everything started to fade away. She had few days like that but every time she had them she started to think that maybe her mother was right in how much she actually was paying for working as a cop. However, those feelings faded as quickly as the alcohol that she intended to burn that night and so she kept driving until the complex in where she lived was ahead of her, the empty apartment that waited for her as closed and dark as she had let it a few nights before. She couldn't exactly remember how much time had passed since the last time she had slept there but as she entered into the place and she turned on the lights the strange chill of an empty place punched her into her gut making her suddenly remember that she didn't actually had anything on her fridge. Not since Maura had asked her to put something in there it and she hadn't exactly done it, a conversation that they had had… two weeks ago.

Making a face because of the bittersweet idea she sat on her sofa and wondered if she could watch something on tv, or just sleep until the next day but her tired mind refused to sleep and Maura's face kept appearing even after she tried not to think about the other woman.

Since Jane's last incident and even after repeating more than a few times that she was fine Maura had started to find simple reasons to not be with Jane after her working hours. At first Jane thought that Maura was still a little mad at her because of her decision of jumping off a bridge without any backup plan. Something that was comprehensible even to the stubborn dark haired woman. But as days turned into weeks and Maura's behavior continued Jane's curiosity grew until it was deep fear of actually losing her best friend, the woman who she loved.

To be fair, Jane had thought in those few weeks in which the fear was starting to grow strong inside of her, she hadn't been the best friend herself this past year or so and after the bridge she had promised herself to make Maura believe that she thought that Maura was an incredible person. Sadly, or not, Maura wasn't the same person as Jane had first met and once her words had hit the wall of the curious but lost eyes of her best friend Jane had discovered the ugly truth: Maura didn't need to believe that she was good enough anymore since someone had actually replaced that fear with something else, something that Jane had been unable to provide.

And so Jack had been the last piece of a puzzle that, to be truthful, had been there for a really long time.

Jane's state was only the product of a month without being able to reach her best friend because she really didn't know the woman in front of her anymore. And Jane's deepest regret was actually being one of the first persons that hadn't been there for Maura, not as the good doctor had needed.

As the first tendrils of sleep started to caress her conscious mind Maura's voice filled her mind, making her think of that last conversation that she had had with her…

Maura had been on the morgue, finishing a report of their latest case, her back was directed at Jane's and when the lanky brunette had entered in the room she had scanned Maura's figure for a little while before actually making her eyes wander through the place, ashamed of herself.

"Maur" She had called "You ready?"

"Jane" Maura had said with a quick smile covering the strange look that the medical examiner directed Jane on a regular basis since their talk after the bridge.

Jane automatically saw that Maura had apparently forgotten that they had planned to go to the place of the former one and see something on the TV as the medical examiner had promised. Again.

Swallowing her pride and fear Jane tilted her head to one side and motioned the door at her back as she approached the still slightly startled woman.

"Yes, me, you told me that today you were going to be free to have something together" Jane's voice died down when Maura looked away for a moment before returning her eyes back at her, this time filled with something that the Italian detective didn't actually discern as remorse.

"Oh, Jane, I'm sorry, Jack told me this morning that he wanted to show me his latest project and I accepted"

Maura couldn't lie, not even after all she had lived this past few years, but the medical examiner had developed a complicated way to tell truths that weren't exactly real and so Jane doubted that Maura had forgotten about her previous appointment, she just have decided that Jane could wait. Like she had been doing for the last couple of weeks.

Smiling tightly Jane turned; ready to go back to her floor to pick up the little bag of chocolates that she had bought to Maura in her lunch hour.

"Until tomorrow then Maura, have a good time"

The coppery haired woman nodded at her when Jane turned once more as the elevator's doors closed behind her body but she never replied to Jane's words.

Jane woke up on her sofa with foggy thoughts and a dried mouth as her stomach rumbled. She looked at her sides trying to discern what could have woke her up when her phone beeped again answering her question.

Rubbing her eyes with her left hand she picked up the device and answered, noticing that judging by the music that came from the phone it was her mother the one who was calling her in the middle of the night.

"Ma" She answered while she yawned and arched her back as much as possible "Everything's alright?"

"Yes" Her mother's voice was soft and unhurried so Jane relaxed feeling that for whatever reasons her mother had decided that it was a good time to call her she wasn't in danger. "I only wanted to talk to you because as a mother one know things and notice others and I know you and I think that this has reached a point in which both of you need to talk"

"Mom?" Jane blinked perplexed when her mother finally finished her speech "What are you talking about? I'm ok"

"No, you aren't, and so I thought that it was time to make both of you talk about what happened with the bridge and after that because you desperately need to talk about it and I'm not someone who pretends that her family is ok when it isn't"

"Ma!" Jane exclaimed noticing that the only word she seemed to be able to utter was that since her mother's call "If you are talking about Maura and I we are fine, if this is because you haven't had Maura's home to yourself for a while remember that IS Maura's after all and…"

"I'm not talking about having her house to myself, Jane Clementine Rizzoli" Her mother boomed and Jane flinched slightly at the use of her full name. She didn't know where her mother was but as she couldn't really hear anything else apart from the older woman's voice she wanted to believe that she was alone and not with anyone that could make fun of her. "And you should know by now that I'm searching for a place of my own. No, you never could lie to me, not for long. So it's time to be the grown-up that you are always telling me you are and come here with your friend. Am I being clear?"

"I'm not going to go, Maura had a date with Jack and she is probably busy right now" Jane replied forcefully as she finally rose from the sofa "Besides, I don't know why you are calling me in the middle of the night for this when you could have told me this this morning when I saw you"

Jane heard her mother's sigh and she could picture her face as the older woman resumed with her speech.

"Jane, a mother knows things, can you please come?"

But Jane was stubborn and even if she could hear the plea on her mother's tone and she suspected that she was going to be lectured later she shook her head and took a deep intake of breath before replying. Her voice came out deeper and rougher that she had meant and she cursed herself because for a moment the sadness that she had been feeling since the first night in where Maura didn't appear came out, loud and clear for her mother trained hearing

"I can't Ma, I'm sorry."

And with that she hung up the phone, refusing to hear the rebuttal that her mother was already saying on the speaker.