This is my first story. Please show a little mercy and be kind. Thank you. T73.

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It was an ordinary spring day in Boston. The sky was blue but rain clouds made their presence known by allowing a cold blowing wind and threatening rain. Jane Rizzoli got out of her car and pulled her coat tighter around her slender body. She was pleased that she made it on time for her shift at the Boston Police Department. She loved being a Homicide Detective. The challenge of solving the terrible murders that seemed to plague her city, pursuing the mystery and enjoying the satisfaction of putting the bad guys behind bars. She took a deep breath of the heavily rain soaked air and slowly made her way up the stairs. Headquarters entrance was, as usual, greatly a hubbub of activity. She wondered if there would ever be a day where on one would ever be attacked, beaten, assaulted, robbed, kidnapped or murdered. Jane shook her head and smiled ruefully to herself. Of course the answer was No. Never.

She stopped abruptly as a flash of colour caught her eye. No, not something, someone. A blonde beauty who had won her attention years ago. Dr. Maura Dorothea Isles.

Their story began with a simple friendship that had deepened over the years. However, as much as Jane hated Charles Hoyt, she had to be grateful to him. If he hadn't tried to kill her again, she and Maura would not have drawn even closer. So the advantage was obvious. An even closer friendship with the quirky scientists. The downside was dealing with a mad serial killer who became obsessed with her and in turn threatened Maura.

Jane still couldn't believe how platonic feelings as a best friend had turned into romantic ones. She couldn't help but feel guilty for being so attracted to Maura. It was not that this was the first time she was attracted to a woman. In the Academy she had easy noticed that she could be intimate with other women and had accepted her sexuality. And when she had told her parents that she was bisexual, her mother Angela's reaction was extremely calm. To Jane's astonishment. After all, Angela was the churchgoer, the one that always preached. Her father Frank, on the other hand, asked Jane repeatedly if she was absolutely sure, was it just a phase that would blow over? Jane answered the question until her father finally accepted it.

Her younger brothers Frankie and Tommy, just shrugged and went on with lives. And so did Jane. With all ups and downs.

Jane's eyebrows shot up as Maura walked toward her. A satisfied smile on her lips and she threw in an extra hip swing.

Jane could feel her mouth go dry. Every time she saw the blonde goddess, it took her breath away and made her heart skip a beat. If Maura was really such a genius she would see that Jane was very attracted to her.

Jane swallowed hard and sighed, forcing herself to smile. "Hey, Maura." she croaked and cleared her throat.

Maura looked at her with a trained eye. "Jane, are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?" Jane replied.

"You have a husky voice and you look a little on the pale side. Maura stated worried. "These are all signs of a cold or a flu. Do you have fever? If you have fever you shouldn't be here under these circumstances. You could be contagious."

Jane couldn't resist the urge to ask the question. "If I say yes, would you nurse me back to health?" she cursed herself as she saw Maura's confused expression and started walking. "Never mind. So ... how was your date last night?"

Maura linked her arm with Jane's and sighed heavily. "Very good ... at the beginning."

Jane sipped her coffee and pressed the elevator button. "What happened? Did you again diagnose him with a deadly genetic disease?"

Maura shook her head and looked up at the taller woman. "No. No, it was a very pleasant evening. We even had had pleasant conversation."

Jane raised her eyebrows questioningly. "But?"

Maura sighed again and blushed a little. "But as the evening drew to a close, Jason said that he must have forgotten his wallet at home and he asked me if I would mind taking care of the bill."

Jane grunted in amusement and Maura rolled her eyes. "I can't help it Maura. Even when I saw him the first time, I predicted something like that, didn't I?"

Maura huffed, annoyed. "I never meet a nice guy. When I actually do, he turns out to be a serial killer."

"Maybe you don't see what you already have in front of you." Jane mumbled.

Maura looked at her, puzzled. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Jane blushed when she realized that Maura had heard what she said. "Look around you. You have a workplace full of nice guys. Ok, more or less, but none of them is a psychopathic serial killer. You have the choice, Maura."

Maura snuggled more or less into Jane and blinked several times. "What if I know someone with whom I would love to go on a date with?"

Jane shrugged. "It's simple. Go and ask him out."

"And are you sure you wouldn't mind Jane?" Maura asked curiously.

Jane entered the elevator and pressed the elevator button for the third floor. "As long as it's not Frankie or Tommy ...I'm good." she paused and wrinkled her nose. "You're not considering Frankie or Tommy are you?"

"No." Maura chuckled. "No. No I'm not."

Jane smiled reassured and nodded. "Then I am totally fine with it."

Maura smiled and released a breath she didn't realize she had been holding the elevator door closed. For a moment she thought that she would finally find the courage to tell Jane how she felt. That she was the person she would like to go on a date with. But she backed off yet again and let the chance pass. If she would only know that Jane shared the same feelings.

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Jane came into the bullpen of the homicide unit and sat down at her desk. The coffee in her hand was long forgotten after Maura had told her that she had a new 'dating victim'. She snorted and slammed the half-full paper coffee cup in her trash can.

Her partners Vince Korsak and Barry Frost looked at each other confused. Both knew that it was never a good sign when Jane was grumpy.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" Korsak wanted to know.

"Nothing." Jane muttered.

"Nothing?" Frost replied, raising his eyebrows. "Are you sure you're not in such a bad mood because of a certain doctor friend?"

Jane grimaced and growled low. "Would you shut it?"

"You have to tell the Doc how you feel, Jane." Korsak said before he bit into his muffin.

Jane looked at him and drew her eyebrows together. "What for? So she can break my heart by rejecting me? No thanks."

Frost leaned forward and furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm telling you. She feels the same way about you Jane. Everyone can see it except you Jane."

"Yeah? So that's why she went on a date with Jason, instead of watching a movie with me." Jane replied in a huff.

Frost groaned and leaned back in his chair.

Korsak took another sip of his coffee. "Is your idea of a romantic date stale beer and lukewarm pizza while the two of you watch an old movie?"

"Asks the one who is already divorced three times." Jane said she looked at him, grinning.

"There is a reason why I was married three times though." replied Korsak and Jane became serious again. When he was right? he was always right.

She sighed in defeat. "What can I do guys?"

Frost sat up excited and typed something on his keyboard. "Oh, I have an idea. Korsak, you still have contacts in that fancy gourmet restaurant?"

Korsak grinned and picked up the receiver of his desk phone.

Jane frowned with big eyes. "Uh ... care to et me in on your amazing plan?"

"Patience, Detective Rizzoli.", Frost said.

"Frost?"

Frost sighed and looked at her. "Alright. I'm just about to order the biggest bouquet of flowers I can afford and Korsak is going to set up a candle light dinner reservation for you."

Jane was confused. "And how the hell will Maura know that I am behind all of this?" Frost turned his monitor to Jane and pointed at it. "I'm sending Maura the bouquet with the message 'from a secret admirer'."

Jane looked at him in disbelief. "Oh wow. That is going to be a big help." She said sarcastically.

Frost groaned in frustration. "Maura will be so excited about the anonymous bouquet that she will tell you immediately. Then she will tell you that she got invited on a blind date but won't know that it's really you. Don't even think of chickening out."

Jane stared at him and began to grin. She was starting to like this plan.