Title Kiss me slowly
Fandom Rizzoli & Isles
Author Blackfish024
Rating T
Genre Romance & friendship
Disclaimer I do not own Rizzoli & Isles. The books belong to Tess Gerritsen and the tv show to TNT.

A/N It has been a while since the last time I posted a story here and I'm be a bit rusty, so bear with me for this one. This story is inspired by the song "Kiss me slowly" by Parachute and will have multiple chapters. Have fun reading it and please let me know what you think!

Chapter 1

She quickly breathes in and out. The wind in her hair. Her jacket fluttered past her body as her steps were filling up. One after another. She speeds up, slaloming between the people in the street. When someone doesn't move out of her way she has lost sight of him for a few seconds. Until she hears people screaming and watches the red blur, who she was chasing just a minute ago, turn in to an alley.

Running in the direction she last saw him, she's yelling "Police!" in the hope people will move out of her way. Rounding the corner and without backup she makes her way into the alley. She can see him looking over his shoulder surprised that he hasn't lost her by now. When he turns his head back he sees that it's a dead end and he lost this battle.

When Jane notices that he is slowing down a smirk appears on her face. 'The game is over! Put your hands behind your head and turn around! There is no way out of here!" she yells while moving closer towards him, her hand on her gun. However, before she can grab it and react the man she was chasing turns around and points a gun at her. She hears a shot begin fired while diving behind a dumpster for cover. A pain shooting through her arm. Blood on her fingers as puts a hand on the wound to access the damage.

Hiding behind the dumpster she hears footsteps come closer. "Shit! Why didn't I wait for backup. Frost, Korsak, where are you guys?" she whispers to herself. With each passing second she hears him coming closer. Step-by-step. Reaching with her good arm for her gun, she slowly gets it out of its holster. When she sees a shoe she braces herself against the wall aiming at the empty space.

Just when he was about to turn the corner and see her she hears another gun being fired. This time the man was hit. He dropped his gun to the ground and fell beside it, reaching for his leg. "Stay down!" she hears someone yell. When the person comes into her sight she can see it's her partner Frost. His gun pointed at the suspect on the ground. "Jane? Are you ok?" he asked, not taking his eyes form the man lying on the ground. Close behind him was Korsak with a few uniformed cops ready to take the suspect into custody and to a hospital to be checked on his wound. After they read him his rights and put his hands in handcuffs, they lifted him on his feet.

While Frost and Korsak where busy arresting the suspect, Jane put her gun back in its holster and relaxed against the wall. Letting go of a deep breath she apparently had been holding, she put her good hand on her arm again. Just to keep pressure. Her jacket was ripped and bloody, just like her face where a dark red stream of blood dripped down her cheek. She must have cut her face when she dove behind the dumpster and hit the floor.

When she heard footstep coming her way she looked up and saw Korsak. He bends down so he was almost eye level with her. "Let's get you up and to the hospital to check you out."

"No! No way! I'm fine. Just bandage me up and I'm good to go!" Jane answers him while looking him straight in the eyes.

"You are shot and bleeding and need to go to the hospital! Maybe you have a concussion! Don't make me pull my superior card on you now, please. Go. To. The. Hospital." he tries, but the look in Jane's eyes tell him all he needs to know. "If you don't go to the hospital, at least let Dr. Isles take a look at you?"

She let out a sigh of frustration, but nodded in agreement. There was no way he was letting this go, so this was the best option she could choose from. He took her by the arm to help her stand. When she was on her feet, they walked towards her cruiser that was parked a few blocks back. Automatically she stood at the driver side of the car. A cough behind her told her that was no option. With a sigh of defeat she walked around the cruiser and let him drive. Still holding her arm to stop the bleeding. With a pout on her face they drove in silence towards the Boston Police Department.

The closer they got to BPD the larger the stone in the pit of Jane's stomach became. She knew Maura was going to be mad. No scratch that! Even if she would never admit it out loud, Maura was going to be royally pissed. She had promised her to be more careful the last time Maura had patched her up. And if there was one thing Jane hated it was to break a promise she had made to Maura.

The last few months things had changed between them. The line between best friends and more disappeared with each passing day. Both woman knew things had changed and feelings where emerging, but no one ever said it out loud. You could see it all the loving touches and sweet smiles. The looks they stole form one another when the other was not looking. However, as long no one talked about it, it was not real.

Maura was her best friend. Maybe the best friend she ever had. She was the only female friend since the academy and Jane never felt this comfortable with someone before. For the first time in her life everything made sense. A person who could make her feel at home and safe. Someone who really knew her by heart without making her feel weak and would never make fun of her for sharing her feelings.

However, every time they spend time together Jane had to repeat the mantra in her head. I'm not gay. Never was and never will be. I'm not in love with Maura. She is my best friend and nothing more. The longer she thought about it the more things became clear. She was in love with her female, nerdy, smart, beautiful friend Maura. All the people that ever called her a dyke or lesbian were going to be right.

She had to keep this part of her a secret. Nobody could ever find out about her true feelings. People would look at her differently and act strange around her. She had worked so hard to get where she was now, being a female detective with the respect she got from her colleagues. She could not risk it. Every time Maura came to close Jane would take her distance and run. Just to keep this perfect picture of being best friends. Nobody can ever find out about her true feelings.

Realistically thinking, what would happen if she told Maura how she felt about her. Actually tell her that she was in love with her. That she wanted to take her out on dates and kiss those beautiful lips. Things would be perfect until Maura realized that this was not what she had in mind. Or if she found someone better, more suitable, more in her league. Not some blue color detective from Back Bay. What would happen to their friendship, their working relation or her mother? She lived in her guesthouse and of course Maura would never kick her out, but how awkward would it be to go to your ex-girlfriend's house to visit your mother.

I don't even want to think about the pain it will cause. I can accept a life where I'm only her friend, but not having her in my life would break me. And even if it's not in the way I dream about, it's better than nothing. Then I can see her smile and make her laugh. Tease her about reddish brown stains or calling Bass a turtle. Those moments are priceless.

With all that information in mind, Jane could not put herself to actually taking the risk. There was no way she would give all of that up for love. She could live with Maura just being her best friend, but she would break if she lost Maura forever. And that was going to happen if she trusted her feelings instead of her mind.

Arriving at BPD Korsak parks her car in its usual spot. They both get out and make their way towards the elevator, waiting for it to come to their level. Staring at the closed doors, Korsak asked "Jane, are you ok?" worry etched on his face.

"Yeah old man. I'm fine. Just let's get this over with so I can go home." she says looking at him with a slight smile on her face.

When the elevator doors finally open they both get in and turn around. Jane takes one deep breath and holds it for a second. Bracing herself for the drama that will probably unfold in a minute or so. Arriving in the morgue both detective walk towards the office where Maura sits behind her desk, working on one of her medical files.

When Maura hears footsteps entering her office she looks up and drops her pen to her desk. There in the door opening stands a bloody Jane. Her hand on her arm where her jacket is ripped and blood stains cover the sleeve. Before she can asked what happened, Jane takes a small and shy step forward. "I had an altercation with one of the suspects. He made a run for it. When I finally caught up with him he took a shot at me and I think he hit me in the arm." she said, looking down at the floor so Maura couldn't make eye contact.

Without saying a word Maura rose from her seat and walked around her desk. Within a few steps she stood in front of Jane. There was an anger burning in Maura's eyes Jane had never seen in them. However, before she can say or do anything a loud lap echoes in the morgue. Jane blinks a few times before turning her head back to look at Maura, with her hand going towards her cheek. "What the hell, Maura!"