A.N: Hello guys! Welcome to my first fanfiction ever! So I'm a fanfiction virgin! Anyway, I've been meaning to write a fanfiction for Rizzoli and Isles for a long time but something always got in the way. But I did it finally and I hope you will enjoy reading it. This is basically an aftertake of the Season 2 finale and all the things that will happen between Jane and Maura. It's definitely not fluff - at least for now. Even if I wanted to end it with something other than Rizzles, I can't! Because they are adorable and I want them around me all the time, like bunnies and pancakes. English is not my native language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes that I done. I would really appreciate it if you tell me about them. Reviews would be awesome. Oh, and this is going to be a multichapter story. Thank you!

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Jane Rizzoli tapped her feet impatiently on the elevator floor. Her eyes wandered on the floor signs which now turned into -1. "Damn it!" Jane thought. The steel doors of the elevator opened with a tiny sound that irritated Jane. And that tiny "ding" was not the only thing that has been bothering her recently.

"Please don't let it be Maura," Jane thought silently hoping not to get trapped in an elevator with her best friend – no, former best friend. However, we can't always have what we want.

Maura dressed in her designer clothes as usual walked into the elevator. Texting with her phone, not realizing Jane was in there with her too. There was a little smile on her face. Then she lifted her head slightly to see who was standing next to her.

The moment she saw Jane, standing with her arms folded and staring at the elevator door like she can make them move faster, you could see her smile disappear. Though after a moment though, she turned back to her phone and put her smile back on her face like she didn't even realize Jane was there.

Jane looked at her and wondered who she could be texting with. She didn't know much about Maura's friends outside work and she never thought there were any. After all she never saw Maura with anyone else other than her colleagues and people she had introduced to her.

Maybe it was that Ian guy who left her broken-hearted to go to Africa. Jane had seen that Maura was off her game for a couple of weeks after that incident and therefore she didn't like Ian that much. Jane realized that Maura, even though she is the smartest person she would ever know, doesn't get the concept of love that much. Not that Jane was the person to talk.

She doesn't want to see Maura hurt because of Ian again. She doesn't want to see Maura get hurt at all. "Well Jane, you clever girl, you are the one hurting Maura right now," Jane thought silently to herself. Even though she had been trying not to think about that event for the past couple of weeks her mind wondered to the warehouse once again.

How she saw Paddy Doyle shooting that guy and how Dean was followed after him. Jane knew that Paddy would have shot her too unless she took action first. She wouldn't have done it otherwise. She knew even if he was a mobster, Maura cared about her biological father. She wouldn't have hurt him for Maura but there was nothing Jane could have done.

After being in the force for some time you can tell whether a person is going to shoot you or not. When you look at their faces, you can see who the master is; the gun or the person. And someone like Doyle is definitely a gun master and wouldn't hesitate to shoot.

She never realized that Maura would be mad at her until when she saw her at the hospital. Well of course she didn't want her help when waiting for the paramedics but Jane just thought that was the heat of the moment.

Jane could see herself running towards Maura at the hospital and trying to comfort her saying "It's going to be OK, Maura. It's going to be OK."

She could feel the hurt she had felt when Maura pulled her hands back from hers and said "I don't want you here."

Jane had just decided that Maura needed some time and then everything could go back to normal. Although, deep down she knew that there would be consequences.

She had tried to speak with Maura after a couple of days and explain her that she did what she had to do, that there was no other choice and that Doyle would have shot her too if she hadn't done something.

Maura didn't even listen to her, let along saying something back. She just walked away whenever Jane tried speaking to her and in the end Jane had given up. She had stop trying to talk to her.

Maura knew where to find her if she wanted to listen. Jane wasn't going to run after her all the time for doing something to protect her life.

And now it had been weeks; weeks of not talking to her best friend, someone so important to her. Jane was at her limit and she didn't care anymore that she shot Maura's father and Maura was upset with her. What hurt the most was that Maura could go on perfectly fine without Jane and on top; she could laugh and giggle at stupid text messages like a teenager.

Just at that precise moment Maura's phone vibrated and she let out a laugh…

Jane turned her head to look at her in disbelief. Maura looked at her too. She then shrugged her shoulders and went back to texting.

"That's it!"

Jane said and she pressed the stop button. The elevator immediately became a little gloomy and it halted between the first and the second floors of the Boston Police Department.

Maura lifted her head in utter disbelief.

"Detective Rizzoli, what do you think you are doing?" Jane let out a hysterical laugh.

"What am I doing? I'm trying to get you to talk to me! That's what I'm doing."

Maura tilted her head slightly to the right and looked at her like she was looking at a toddler who was making no sense.

"If I wanted to talk to you or even interact in any kind of activity that includes you I know how to do it. And yet I didn't do so in weeks. I wonder what makes you think that now would be any different."

Maura leaned in to press the stop button again but Jane caught her wrist.

"Detective Rizzoli! I'm asking you to let go of my wrist right now!" Maura said her voice fiercer than Jane has ever heard of it. But she had too much of it.

She had missed her best friend. She had missed the Maura she used to know, someone who blurted out scientific facts and a little socially awkward but at the same time kind hearted and generous and caring.

Jane kept holding on Maura's wrist like it was her last connection, her last tie to their friendship. But when Maura threw her a stern look, she went numb inside and let go of her wrist. She tried hard to control her voice so it won't crack and she spoke again with a cold voice.

"Maura. If you press that button, if you don't listen to me right now… We're done. Do you hear me? Our friendship is over."

She took a deep breath. She knew her voice was going to crack but it didn't matter anymore. At that moment nothing outside that door of the elevator mattered.

"So if you care about our friendship just a little bit, listen to me! I'm not saying let's go back to the best friends we used to be. Hell, I don't even know if we ever can go back to that! But if you want to remain friends then you let me explain! That's the only thing I'm asking from you."

"There is no need for me to listen to you, Detective. I know everything there is to know."

A.N: So I'm guessing that if you came to this part, you enjoyed a little bit, thank you for that. And if you hated it but still kept reading I promise I will get better, and thank you for giving this story and me a chance. Please help yourself to the review section and have good day!