A/N: I may be slightly late but Merry Christmas! And for those of you who don't celebrate, I just send warm wishes of happiness and love your way. Here's a small Rizzles Christmas offering that I hope you all enjoy. Disclaimer: I own nothing.

The sun made it's way through thick curtains and illuminated big brown eyes just like it did on any other Wednesday morning. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wasn't out of the ordinary, nor were the sounds of footsteps and the clatter of pans coming from the kitchen. The first oddity that stood out to Detective Jane Rizzoli as she stretched the sleep from her sore muscles was the lack of an alarm. There was no sense of urgency or responsibility. She was allowed to sleep as long as she wanted to that morning, which was rare.

It's Christmas. She thought before throwing the covers from her naked body. Christmas Eve was spent with her family and the morning was for her, for them.

The sounds coming from the kitchen in her small apartment turned condo finally won over the groggy woman's attention. Her senses were too enthralled by the smell of delicious breakfast goods to deny the inevitability of getting out of her warm bed. Plus, with her bedmate too busy working their magic in the kitchen, the perfectly firm mattress just wasn't as comfortable. After slipping on her softest tee and threadbare shorts, Jane made her way into the kitchen and couldn't help but smile at the sight that greeted her. Spatula in one hand as the other gripped the handle a sizzling pan, the culinary artist was surprised to hear a rough voice penetrate the near silence of the room.

"Good morning." Jane's long arms slipped around a slender waist before she continued speaking barely above a whisper into a nearby ear. "Merry Christmas, Maur." She placed a small kiss on a rosy cheek.

"I wasn't expecting you to wake up so soon." The blonde spun in the embrace and stood on her tippy toes for a proper morning hello.

Doctor Maura Isles was everything most women envied to be in the early morning hours. She was well put together and the faint sheet marks on her face only served to highlight her natural beauty. Although she may spend most of her days with cold, still corpses in the morgue of the Boston Police Department, the Medical Examiner standing in front of the solid detective was anything but cold herself. She was hot.

Jane stepped back to admire the way her girlfriend looked in one of her oversized athletic department t-shirts and thanked the cotton gods for the magic they worked on the thin material. Every curve was apparent, every dip and swell called to her like a siren.

"And miss this?" She took advantage of the way she was holding the smaller woman. Two slender hands made their way from shoulders to the small of a strong back, lower still until they were met with with the softest curve. Pleasure immediately turned to disappointment when her hands were swatted away.

"Hands off and go sit down. Breakfast is almost ready."

Despite Jane's look of hurt and dismay, her stomach growled in protest. Whatever the ME was cooking up smelled delicious.

"What're we having?" The lanky woman settled on a stool against her kitchen counter, content with a steaming mug of coffee and a beautiful cook to watch. If she was being honest with herself, it was a sight she had hoped to see for the rest of her life. But at that moment, she was happy to start with one Christmas together. Forever would come at it's own pace. A sinfully smooth voice purred and tore the detective from her thoughts.

"I was going to make you a healthy breakfast of egg whites with spinach, fresh tomatoes, and feta." At the sight of an exaggerated eye roll she continued before the verbal protest had the chance to start. "But since it's a holiday I decided to do something a bit more decadent and, well, Jane." The curvy blonde turned her back to her lover in order to plate her creation. She set the overflowing plate in front of Jane and barely held back a laugh at how big the detective's hungry eyes grew at the sight.

"A three egg omelet with pepper jack cheese, a side of bacon and hash brown potatoes. Here's some toast," Maura set a small dish beside her drooling girlfriend, "and fresh raspberry preserves. Merry Christmas." She kissed Jane sweetly before settling in next to the woman who had already started to shovel the feast into her mouth. Maura was satisfied with a piece of toast and watching the love of her life enjoy the food she had prepared. It was those simple moments with Jane that made the once lonely ME's heart swell.

Once the plate was clean and every last morsel had been eaten, Jane turned her full attention to the gorgeous woman seated beside her. "You're amazing and I love you." The declaration was met with a hearty laugh that trumped the most peaceful hymn ever written.

"I love you, too. So much so that I'm going to give you your first gift." Maura hurried off in the direction of the small tree the couple had decorated only a week prior.

"First?!" Jane jumped up and followed. "How many gifts did you get me?" The panic in her husky voice didn't go unnoticed.

"A few." The doctor held out a thin, square package that was perfectly wrapped in red and white paper. "Open it."

Jane took the gift and stared back into hazel eyes. She suddenly felt inadequate and sad. Although Jane was normally confident in nature, she shriveled up when she felt as if she couldn't give quite what the other person deserved. And Maura, her perfect Maura deserved more than the small box that was haphazardly wrapped and sitting lonely beneath the tree.

"This is all too much. I only got you one thing."

"Open. It." Each word came out crisp and clear. Maura wasn't about to argue about who got what and numbers. She wanted to spoil Jane and all she wanted was the other woman's arms around her in return, and she already had that.

Apprehensively, Jane slid one finger under the paper's seam and started to rip it apart. Once completely opened, she smiled her perfect smile at the contents. A 2014 Red Sox wall calendar. She wasn't sure where she would put it but she knew it'd go up somewhere.

"Thanks, Maur. I love it." Jane leaned in for a quick kiss only to be stopped by another small package in her face. She opened this one quickly, wanting the kiss she was denied more than the gift she was handling. This one was a Red Sox pen. She could always use a pen. The practical gift was just that, practical.

"Thank-" she was cut off by a small envelope being handed to her. The look on Maura's face was a level of childish that Jane had never seen before and she could only hope that she was the one responsible for it. Bringing out Maura's inner, lost child was one of Jane's favorite things. Making the ME giggle or indulge in junk food and cartoons were vices the detective would never be willing to give up. And if this Christmas morning was any indication, Jane Rizzoli now had a new favorite holiday.

"The pen and the calendar are so that you can keep track, countdown." Maura began to fidget, her left thumb nail was being abused between pearly white teeth. The gesture was adorable and sincere, Jane wanted to stop her with a kiss but continued to open the envelope instead.

"A countdown to what?" Sliding two thin tickets from their holder, Jane dropped the envelope to the floor as her jaw fell along with it. "Opening day tickets? Right behind home plate?!" It took all her restraint to keep from jumping up and down until she realized there was no reason for such restraint. It was Christmas morning and she was excited. Bouncing on her feet, grinning from ear to ear with dimples on full display, Jane pulled her girlfriend against her and held her tightly.

She whispered her thanks and all the small words that barely held enough love to express exactly what she was feeling in that moment. But the ME heard it all. All the silent sentiments and hidden meanings. She felt the other woman's gratitude without it ever having to be spoken of. There was nothing quite like giving the perfect gift to Jane, and Maura seemed to nail it every year.

"There's one more."

"What?! Maur, this is too much already."

"Sit on the couch and close your eyes." The copper-blonde's tone left no room for argument and the detective made her way over to her plush furniture with little to no protest. She sat and waited patiently with her eyes clamped shut. Patience didn't come easily to the brooding Italian, but when it came to Maura she was willing to do anything. She studied the volume of the small footfalls surrounding her. Analytical ears could tell the fast woman had left the room and returned rather quickly, no other noises seemed to stand out. The background faded when the doctor started to speak again.

"For the new season I figured you'd need a fresh start as well. So I got you a new jersey, open your eyes." When brown eyes opened and settled on the woman who was wrapped in her latest gift, they turned near obsidian. Long, creamy legs were on display and flexed seductively under a heated gaze. The thick material of the authentic jersey hung off Maura's petite frame but that just added to her feminine sex appeal. The top buttons were left undone and showcased a thin strip of lightly freckled skin and the start of an obscenely delicate red lace bra.

"None of your jersey's have a World Series patch." The way her full mouth quirked let the onlooker know that dazed expression she was wearing was the exact response the presenter had hoped to elicit.

Jane's vision was hazy, throat dry and free of words, her scared hands were twitching for the soft skin before her, but she allowed her rational mind to halt the actions her body so desperately wanted to engage in. She stood and advanced upon the blushing Medical Examiner but continued passed until she reached their small tree. Even though Jane had been second guessing her gift the entire time, deep down she still knew it was perfect for their first Christmas together.

Handing over the small box, Jane looked into Maura's sparkling eyes and melted just a little bit more. "Open yours before I finish opening mine." Her voice took on a gravelly purr with the suggestion.

Resisting the urge to analyze the size and shake to determine the solidity of it's contents, Maura Isles tore into the paper with none of her usual grace, and Jane loved her all the more for it. Beneath the multicolored paper was a box that would be exclusive to a jewelry store but it was too big to be a ring. It wasn't long enough to be a bracelet or a necklace and it surely wasn't a pair of earrings. Her thoughts raced. The brilliant mind scrambled for what could be before it finally realized that she could simply open the lid to the box and solve the mystery right then. So she did.

It sparkled, it shined, it was eye catching and breathtaking all the same. The blonde removed the small-faced watch from it's box and stared at it with awe.

"It's an antique." Jane spoke up suddenly, feeling slightly uncomfortable in her girlfriend's silence. She wasn't sure if that meant she did really bad or really good. "It's dated on the back and engraved." She watched as delicate hands turned and equally delicate timepiece over in their palm.

"From Ed. To Seal. 1935." The words left her mouth in less than a whisper. Maura continued to look over the silver marvel. The face was detailed with small diamonds that were shining as if they were brand new. The band itself was thin and still as sturdy as she imagined it was the day Seal had opened it herself 78 years before.

"Jane, it's magnificent." Tiny tears sprung to life as Maura imagined her love taking her time to pick such a unique piece just for her.

"I was in and out of every shop in Boston looking for the perfect gift for you. I found myself in a jewelry store just browsing at all the things I knew would look beautiful on you, but nothing seemed right. Until I saw this watch." Jane pushed passed the lump in her throat in an effort to finish the small explanation she had been working on since she had purchased Maura's gift.

"It has so much history. It had a whole life before you and now it'll have a whole life with you...sort of like me." The last few words tumbled over quivering lips.

"Oh, Jane." Maura threw her arms around the taller woman's neck and peppered her face and lips with small kisses. Pausing between every few to utter small words of thanks and love. "It's perfect."

"You like it?" The detective's cockiness was returning at the appearance of a small smirk.

"I love it. And I love you." Maura pressed her lips to her lover's and let them linger this time. Imprinting their warm softness to her memory of this Christmas morning. Jane tasted spicy and fresh.

"Can I finish opening my present now?" Jane broke the moment, her anticipation taking over.

"You may." Maura gently corrected as she sauntered towards the bedroom. "But then I have to figure out what I'm wearing to dinner later. I want it to match my new watch perfectly." The wheels turning in the blonde's head were almost audible.

"Of course you do." Jane chuckled as she followed, cracking her knuckles in preparation for the small buttons that stood between her and her greatest Christmas wish come true.