This is my first attempt in this fandom and haven't got around to write much apart from a few hundred words. I might develop the story further and explain how they came clean with each other after that 'little accident' (working on the details). Putting an 'M' rating on this one, in case it gets smutty in the future. Actually, I must take my words back; 'in case' doesn't do this pairing any justice. I am more of a firm believer in this very wise saying "It ain't fanfiction if it ain't M rated." It has been quite fun reading all those beautiful stories on this site and one day i hope to be at least 1/20th as good as their authors are :) If you had the chance to stumble upon my story amongst thousands of others, I would very much appreciate a few words despite the shortness of my first chapter.
Disclaimer: I, very unfortunately, do not own TNT's Rizzoli and Isles. In multiverse #647467467, I might be owning them - in that case, you can get off this website, forever!
-R&I-
And that was the moment of bliss… Utter bliss. Neither of them could even begin to comprehend why it took them so long, oh so long… If Jane had known a little accident like that would reveal all those that were concealed within both hearts, she would have deliberately made it happen ages ago. At that moment and even later, lots of what ifs and if onlys were racing away in her mind - all those missed opportunities, all the feelings she had tried to suppress in bid for a different set of more friendly thoughts, all the heartaches she had gone through when Maura was with someone else, and all the one-way conversations, rather monologues, she had had with Jo Friday when she was alone at home reminiscing some of the moments she had shared with Maura.
How could she know though? She couldn't - because she was so damn afraid of the consequences if she had come clean; instead she was living the consequences on the inside. One thing she didn't fully realise was how fragile the inside was becoming as it had its own limits; it started showing signs of a malignant tumour, deep in her heart. As figurative as this may seem, Jane could have sworn she could feel the pain in its physical form too. Yet, she was very persistent: This overwhelmingness could have been too much for anyone's taste, but not hers. Oh Jane… How could someone who so willingly used their body as a channel to pass a bullet through, had neither the slightest clue nor the nerve to say those 3 words to Maura and get on with her life? That could only be a rhetorical question, because Jane knew exactly why. She knew very well for a fact, had her feelings were not reciprocated, that would mean a recovery period of more than three months, more than the time she had spent at home after that shot outside the Boston Police Department. Much more than three months, she thought. She would rather take a physical bullet on the exact same spot once again, than endure the pain of an allegorical one going through her heart. Jane was scared all the way to the moon and back. Just as much as she loved Maura, if not less.