A/N: Okay, so here's the deal: I wanted to give it a go on writing a Rizzles fic. However, I'm not sure if you guys will like it, so I'm just posting a test chapter first. If it seems to be received fairly well, I will continue this story. If you guys like it, please let me know, and I will keep this thing going :)

-Bente

Jane's phone was ringing once again. Jane picked it up and looked at the display. It was Maura again. She pressed the reject button once again. As the screen went back to the main screen, she could read all the missed calls and messages she had gotten over the last few days. 57 messages and 73 missed calls. The voicemail was probably full too.

Jane took another sip from the bottle of vodka in her hand. Jane might be pregnant, but after Barry had died, she no longer had any regards about her own health or the baby's.

Three days ago Jane had learned about Barry's death, that's when she had started drinking. She hadn't spent a moment sober since. From the moment she woke up she started drinking and she kept it going until she passed out with the bottle in her hand.
The apartment was a mess, worse than usual. Half eaten take out boxes were scattered all over the floor and clothes everywhere. This was strange, because for the past three days she had worn nothing but her underwear, and barely even changed those.

All day long this was all she was doing, walking around the apartment, drinking from one of her many bottles she had acquired on her way home after she had seen Barry's body.
And the routine hadn't changed today. Jane passed out on the couch, bottle in hand, at 10 PM.

Maura put the phone back on the kitchen counter and sighed. This was the 39th time she had attempted to call the brunette. She has also been at the apartment 12 times. However, she had yet to use the spare key to get in.
Maura knew that Jane would be grieving the loss of a close friend and partner, but now she was getting worried.
She grabbed her keys off of the little table by the door and then she was on her way to Jane's apartment.

10 minutes later she was knocking on the detective's door. When nobody answered, she pulled out her key to lock herself in to the apartment. When she saw the state of the place, she couldn't help but whisper to herself; "Oh, poor Jane", and shake her head.

She took another quick glance around and saw Jane passed out on the couch.
Maura went over to kneel down by Jane's head where she carefully tucked the hair that had fallen over her face, behind her ear and gently kissed her on the forehead before she whispered again; "I'm here now".

Maura pulled a blanket over Jane, cleared the bottle in her hand and put it in the kitchen before she sat down on the couch by the brunettes' feet. She grabbed a book from the table, determined to stay there until Jane gained consciousness again.