AU: Jane is a prostitute. She has no more dreams and only one ambition, to get out of this life. She might get what she wants when she witnessed a crime and she sees herself depending on the beautiful doctor's help. The same doctor that hadn't left his head since… Maybe when the two lost souls find each other, Jane can finally let herself heal and Maura can learn how to feel.

Note the Rate! M for sexual content and language!

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A/N: this is my first AU attempt. This story has been in my head for the last weeks. I hope you like it!

Please note that English IS NOT my first language. As much as I wish I could write like a native, I know I don't. Please be kind while pointing all my mistakes! =)

Oh! And Please let me know what you think!

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Jane looked at herself one more time in the mirror. Only 15 days left, she counted mentally. "Fifteen more days and I'll be out of this life… Forever…" She told herself, for the hundredth time that day. She didn't believe how long she had lasted, she was sure this life was not made for her, and still here she was, 8 years later, 8 years of nothing but disgust for herself, fear that the next client might be the last, living with the uncertainty of making enough for rent or even for food, 8 long years in which every month she would tell herself again that that was the last. She could not even begin to count how many times she told herself this would be the last, how many nights she made herself believe she was not going back to it, only to be back to it in less than 12 hours.

Her first client was eight years ago, she would always remember, she had just been fired for her job at 'Dog n' Cheese', a restaurant where she spent four years serving tables and cleaning floors. One month later, she was still jobless and now foodless and almost homeless as well. She had to find a way to pay her landlord and put some food inside her. She clearly remembered that day: It was almost her third day without food, she was living from water and Advil for her stomachache. She was hungry, she was sad and she was lost. Jane had spent the day, and the two days before that, and the month before that, looking for a job all around the city., At first, she went to look for jobs at big companies and large offices, but most required at least a minor degree in something, which she didn't have. Leaving home with nothing but her clothes on her 19th birthday after just graduating from high school, had not been her best moment. But even after two nights sleeping in a corner around a pet store, she was sure she could not go back home. She knew her mother would be happy to have her back, for sure, but that wasn't the life she wanted and needed to live, neither was the one she was living now. After the big job hunting days, she set herself to something, anything that would help her feed herself. She went to small companies, clothes stores; she went to a McDonald's interview where she was so hungry and lightheaded with the smell of hamburgers and fries that she was able to make a fool of herself in front of the woman interviewing her She left with no food and no job. She was going back home, hungry, with three quarters at her pocket and depressed. She needed her mother, she needed a friend, she needed anyone that could hold her and make her believe she was worth it, that she was worth the try. Jane was turning the corner of her street when she smelled hot dogs, she almost went straight home to her last Advil, but her stomach, tired of just having ibuprofen, had other ideas. With the way things were at that time, she decided against her pride and went asking for one. She offered the guy making the hot dogs her quarters and told him she would pay the other dollar the next day. The man, a bold, fat, greasy bastard smiled at her, told her not to worry, and gave her the hot dog that defined the next eight years of her life.

Jane shrugged at the memory and, looking at herself again in the mirror, adjusted her black dress and freed her hair from the loose bun she had at the top of her head. Taking a deep breath and putting a huge smile on her face, she left the bathroom and entered the room. Her client was already waiting for her in the huge hotel's bed. She knew he was naked underneath the covers, there was a semi-tent happening there.

"I almost went to rescue you, Little Bee, thought you had fallen and hit your head in there" he said with a smile that made her stomach clutch and turn inside her. He always called her Little Bee, she had no idea why, but she knew better and never asked. "But the wait was worth it… You look ready to eat!" He patted the mattress at his left side, asking for her to sit there. While she walked slowly to him, his right hand went under the covers and he started to work himself up fully looking at her like she was a huge chocolate ice cream cone and he was a kid who hadn't had it for months.

Just like the hot dog man.

After she ate her hot dog so fast she hadn't even tasted it, the man looking like he was a good Samaritan and a nice soul, gave her another one. If she wasn't so hungry, she would have noticed that his smile was not the good man's smile she believed it was at the time. After eating her fourth hot dog, she was full and almost happy again. It was close to midnight on a Wednesday, the street was mostly empty, except for a few guys smoking pot across the street. She got up from her place and thanked the guy, promising to pay him as soon as she had some money. Ready to leave, she was surprised when a hand held her tight around her arm, squeezing hard, hurting her. "Oh no, no, honey… I haven't agreed on that!" he whispered almost at her ear, while his body was molding behind her. She shivered. "But I told you I had no money… You told me not to worry… I… I can help you clean here if you'd like…" While she talked, she felt his erection pressed at her leg, tears began to form in her eyes and she was fighting against crying at the middle of the street. "I don't need help cleaning, baby. I think you know what I want" he told her while grinding at her leg. The tears started to fall without her consent, she tried blinking them away only to have them falling harder. "I have no condom here with me, baby…" he said putting his arm around her waist and pressing her behind completely against his front "but I think I can let you go tonight only with a nice and deep blowjob. What do you think?" He asked her and pressed his free hand at her right breast and squeezed, hard. "Answer me!" he snapped "Do you want me to call the cops and tell them you stole from me?" There was a shiver running up and down her body, making her tremble like she was cold, even when it was smoking hot outside. She took a deep breath and nodded. She had nothing left to lose, she had no life, why not let her soul go away also? She felt his laughing behind her. He took her hand and guided her to the alley between two residential buildings, where he could look at his hot dog stand and hide them in the dark. He grabbed her shoulder and forced her on her knees, while he opened his pants with the other hand, freeing his cock. Jane still remembered the taste and the smell of his skin while she sucked him. She had never done it before, and she mentally told herself that she was never going to do it again as long as she was alive. Fool. It was not over soon enough for Jane and after he came in a fast stream deep in her throat, he patted her head and left her, but not before telling her she was welcome to get more hot dogs anytime soon. To her surprise, he reached his wallet, took some bills and eased them her way. She took the money and ran as fast as she could to her apartment, barely seeing anything with the tears falling so hard it was soaking her shirt, she entered her home and was able to reach for the toilet before the first wave of vomit hit the floor.

She never ate hot dog again.

Only 20 minutes left… She told herself while being hammered from behind. The man was sweating and swearing while pounding her "So good… So damn good, my sweet little bee" He said over and over again. He was old, around 58, she thought, the ring at his right hand told her he was also married and the way he talked she believed he was from Texas. Over the last years, she learned to let her mind take her to places she only dreamed visiting. Sometimes she liked to pretend she was a detective and imagine who her clients were, their works, lives, if they had kids, if there was someone waiting for them at home… Sometimes she had created an entire profile of their lives before they came.

She felt his hold at her hips tightening and remembered to let out a loud moan and an encouraging "Yes, like that" and he came inside the condom. "So delicious, Bee… Always so good" he told her before sliding out of her and going to the bathroom.

She got up and started dressing herself. "I might not be back to the city for another month or so" he told her from the bathroom. She heard the toilet being flushed and saw him coming back to the room with a towel around his waist. Reaching for his wallet, he looked at her smiling "Oh! My Bee, if I hadn't to go back home in four hours, I would make you come all over again while riding me in the couch". She smiled back and forced herself to look disappointed. He took out two hundred dollars, plus another twenty and walked to her. She turned around for him to zipper her dress up. Looking back at him, he cupped her chin and quickly pressed his mouth to hers. "I love you, Bee" he told her. He was a nice client, compared to others she had before. He always gave her a tip and told her sweet things she was sure he never told his wife. She took the money and thanked him before grabbing her bag and coat and leaving.

Outside the door she took a deep breathe. Just one more client and the night was going to be over. Looking at her cell phone she saw the hour and decided she had plenty of time to go home, take a shower and make it in time for her last client. She just hoped for it to be over fast, so she could go home and sleep. With any luck, she would be home before 1AM.

She sighted and called her boss. "Please, not a teenager or an orgy, please, please…" She prayed while the phone rang.

"Hi, Janie" she hated when he called her Janie, only her mother could. "Hi, Tim, what do you have for me now?" she asked in a hopeful voice while waiting for the elevator. She had been with this agency for the last couple of years, which made it harder for her to leave. The clients were all subscribed, with some kind of membership; they always had to contact the agency to let them know how and when she was needed. It gave her a feeling of security and there were less chances of her not being paid – that happened a lot to her before.

Tim laughed on the other side of the line. Bad sign. "Janie, Janie… I gotcha something good, my girl!"

Oh man, really bad. "Hit me, Tim!"

He let a loud laugh and started coughing, hard, she let out a breath, waiting. After almost a minute he recovered himself enough to talk again "I gotcha a newbie, rich kind, nervous and anxious".

Oh, no! Shit. Bye, bye Top Chef Marathon. "Great, is it an old man again? I swear to you, T I am not in a mood to work my mouth to oblivion again tonight! The last two you gave me were awful. It took a lot of patience and handwork to even begin an erection…" She told him in a hurried tone as she exited the hotel and gestured for a cab. She heard him laughing again. Or maybe it was not that bad… Maybe it was a… "Janie, dear, I gotcha a rich and hot doctor…" She waited for him to end "a rich and hot woman, Janie."

She smiled.

Well, with all the options out there, she got the one that made her feel better.