One Woman (Wo)man

It's so funny running into you

It has to be three years

Since we last seen each other

Many flashbacks come to mind

Of the wild and crazy times

We used to have with one another

Jane Rizzoli never thought she'd find herself here again. Merch. The notorious gay bar, the name meaning girl in welsh. Alone.

She messed up bad this time. Maura tossed her out on her ass for good this time. Jane deserved to be thrown out. Hell, she deserved much worse. She hurt Maura. She saw pass the blind fury in girlfriend's eyes and saw the eyes of a sad little girl. She wanted nothing more than to get down on her knees and beg for forgiveness but her pride wouldn't allow it. And with that said, she left after Maura slammed the door on her face and their relationship.

So, here she was. Right back where she started many months ago. Drowning her sorrows in alcohol and gorgeous women. This was who she was, was being the operative word. She was no longer this person, or so she thought. Jane thought she'd changed but clearly she hadn't. She changed certain aspects of who she was so she could be with Maura, but now that she'd lost the beautiful blonde, where was she?

Jane Rizzoli was a textbook womanizer. She loved beautiful women and beautiful women loved her. Before Maura, there was a different girl in her bed each night and a side table drawer filled with the numbers of girls who knew how to have a good time. She broke many hearts in her day. But those glorious times were thrown away for something that could never compare: a life with Maura Isles.

She looked in the crowd and saw unfamiliar faces. She asked herself why was she here. She wanted nothing more than to be at home with Maura in her arms, apologizing. She would do anything to get her woman back, but it was too soon for broken wounds to have healed.

The dark haired woman released a heavy sigh. Downing her beer, she moved to stand but was blocked by an even darker figure.

"Hey, watch it." She snapped above the sound the music. Her eyes moved from her feet to long, tanned legs. This person clearly worked out. She had the legs of a runner. Covering less than half of those beautiful legs was a skin tight black skirt. Further up was the chest that God did not grace Jane with. Her eyes raked over pronounced curves. She knew this body. She'd done unspeakable things to this body. But it couldn't be. Could it? Jane raised her head and was met with bright green eyes.

"Marina." Jane proceeded cautiously.

"Jane, we meet again." The dark haired woman took a seat across from here Jane previously sat, forcing Jane to return to her own seat. She felt uncomfortable under the smile she was receiving. It was one of a sexual nature. Like the look you get from a guy that you know if undressing you with his eyes and you want him to stop because you can subconsciously feel each piece of clothing being removed from your body. That kind of attention was reserved to one person. "Long time, no see. How has life been treating you, officer?"

The French Polynesian accent wrapped itself around Jane's body. It was smooth and calculated. She would call it perfection if she didn't already know what perfect was. The past tugged at her heart strings.

"Well, for one, its detective now."

"Hmm, Detective Rizzoli. I like the sound of that."Her eyes slowly crawled up Jane's body. Not much had changed. Jane's hair was still long and unruly. She still gave off an air of confidence and swag which turned into intimidation for most people she met. Her sarcastic under tone was still present. But there was one thing that seemed off. "Are you seeing someone?"

"I actually am. Or well- I'm not so sure right now. She threw me out earlier." Fate tended to have the worst timing. Right after Maura throws her out she is greeted by someone from the recesses of her past. A part of her past that she tried to forget.