Rizzoli and Isles is the property of Tess Gerritson and Janet Tamaro. I swear on Dumbledor's beard (property of J.K. Rowling) that I do not own any of these characters and will gladly give them back once I'm finished. Now Onward. Oh and "Anything You Like" is by Swedish pop Singer Robyn. Her stuff is amazing check it out. Words in Italics are song Lyrics.

Anything You Like

Lying in bed, pale pink silk sheets draped over my body covering hip to heel, I turn towards the iPod dock playing Robyn's "Anything You Like" barely audible, on repeat. A song about a disintegrating relationship; how fitting. You're gone again. It's way past 2 a.m. and I am tired of waiting for you. I used to be able to read you so well, now we're strangers to ourselves and each other.

It's like you're waiting for me to start.

I notice you know. When you slowly stop what you're doing to look at me, silently willing me to start the conversation that will end us.

There's no right time to break my heart.

The reality of you leaving would shatter my heart, yet I press on hoping neither of us will say the final words.

Boy you can tell me anytime you like.

I'd hear you but I'd die inside.

I'd keep quiet and hope you forget.

I hope you forget the way I pulled away from you last night. I couldn't stand to feel your arms, at once so strong and yet pliable holding me when I knew there was no love in the gesture.

You know that kitchen table? Let's buy it.

Yet another purchase we made to appease you, keep you hear just a little longer.

Under pressure, Alright, Under pressure, You and I, Under pressure, Yeah.

So much, pulling us under, holding us down: the job, your family, my family, the guys, and the nightmares. Our solutions; you ran, I retreated. Everyday just a little bit further away.

If I was brave I wouldn't keep my mouth shut. I'm selfish I don't wanna give you up.

I should say something. Let you know I understand, you want to be let go. But I need you. I need your stability, your guard, and especially your love.

Hey baby. I say

How you doing? I continue

How was your day? You reply

What'd you do? I ask

I said, "I love you." I repeat

Yeah You reply

What you thinking about?

Tell me what's on your mind.

Won't you tell me what's on

your mind?

I love you so much. I say settling in front of you.

Stilted conversations, endearments not returned, declarations unnoticed. If this is what we've become then you can tell me any time you like.

The door to our bedroom swings open, softly gliding along the hardwood floor. You pad barefooted toward your side of the bed and slide in.

"Jane." you whisper, "I'm leaving in the morning."

" I know Maura." I reply.

Slowly we roll towards each other. Face to face, arms encircling waists, we breathe in each others scents for the last time.

When I wake, Maura's gone and I am numb.