Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters and stories belong to TNT, Tess Gerritsen, and Janet Tamaro.

A/N: This is a replacement for Chained. Thank you to all the reviewers who made me realize that it was a poorly written story and thank you to those who liked what I had, even though it was bad. I wrote it with a particular scene in mind, but the only thing on my mind about that story was getting to that one scene, and nothing more. Please review and tell me what you think of this one. The rating may change and there will be no mob kidnappings or rape. I can promise you that. I can also promise you a pure and true plot. Thanks for choosing to read my stories. I feel lucky to have people who want to read what I write. It makes me feel great about my writing and about future books that I may publish. I have three in progress by the way. Love, Lawabidingchild.


The Breaks of Desire

Jane Rizzoli was lounging around her best friend's home, her feet lying on the table in an attempt to tell Maura that she wasn't doing anything that night. She was expecting that Maura was going to come in and expect her to do something.

Maura, however, shuffled into her room with a look of outrage filling her face. Jane had her filthy shoes on her clean glass table. The smudges would be visible for the entire public to see. "Jane!" she exclaimed, rushing to push Jane's feet off the table.

Jane turned a stunned look to Maura as Maura gave her a look of complete despair. "What is it, sweetie?" she asked, clearly concerned.

"Keep your dirty feet off the table," ordered Maura.

"But I'm healing," whined Jane.

Maura tipped her head back in an effort to stifle a groan. "What?" asked Jane.

"Nothing, Jane," said Maura sweetly, patting the brunette's hair.

"No, seriously Maura, what?" asked Jane again, not taking no explanation for an answer.

Maura seated herself beside the Jane in order to talk to her and to make a plain point for her. "You just went for a run today," said Maura plainly. "Now get your grimy shoes off my table and come help me make dinner."

"Ugh," groaned Jane. "It's not that shellfish crap, is it?"

"I thought you liked lobster," whined Maura, her eyes flicking downward in an attempt at a pout.

"I do, I do," Jane said, correcting herself in the midst of standing up. When she was finally up, she walked carefully into the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge.

"Jane, I already have everything out," Maura pointed out.

Jane pulled out of the fridge with a beer in her clutches. "I needed a drink," she sighed. Maura chuckled.

When Jane was ripping romaine lettuce off the head in a rough way, Maura watched in pure enjoyment. Jane shot her a glare, and Maura relented on her sniping about her being rough with everything that couldn't move.

But other thoughts paraded through Maura's head as she chopped the radishes carefully, making every cut perfect. She was thinking about two months ago, as painful as they were. She reminisced about Jane putting that gun to her chest, and all that fear she went through. Those memories brought tears to her eyes, but it was unacceptable in front of Jane. She couldn't believe how much it still affected her.

Jane, however, was surprised by the sudden silence. "You okay?" Jane asked, unaware that her best friend was close to tears but then realized when she heard a soft sniffle in the background.

"Fine," she whispered, wiping away tears.

"Oh my God," she whispered, setting down the roughly pulled lettuce. "Are you crying, Maura?" Jane moved around to Maura's side to see what the matter was.

"No, I'm not," she argued, hiding the tears with another rough swipe. "It's the onions." Maura immediately felt horrible twinges of pain at the response.

"You can't lie without feeling sick, Maur," Jane said, placing her hand over Maura's wrist in an attempt to get her to stop chopping the radishes. "And even if you could, you really suck at it. You're chopping radishes." Jane looked into her eyes with a demanding look. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," said Maura.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Jane, clearly unconvinced by Maura's attempt to lie to her.

"I said nothing, Jane," said Maura adamantly, not wanting to take this conversation any further.

Jane walked back around Maura and started working on something else, farther away from Maura to give her a little breathing room.

Suddenly, Jane's thoughts began to spin. She was no longer focusing on what she was chopping. She set the knife down so she wouldn't chop her hand off.

Marino had her by the neck. She was trying to shake him off but to no avail. In the end, she was held as tightly as a woman could be without being killed outright.

"Shoot him!" she called to Frost and Korsak, the barrel of Marino's gun shoved against her head. When both of them stood frozen to their spots, she called again, "Shoot him!"

When they still didn't move, Jane grabbed the gun from Marino's hands and shoved it against her own abdomen. When she was good and ready, she fired, killing Marino and injuring her own body. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was Maura's cry to her.

Increased volume in sniffling brought Jane's attention to Maura. When she reached Maura's station- which seemed like miles away- she rested her hand on Maura's wrist and made her stop what she was doing. She then proceeded to pull Maura into her arms for a tight hug, her shoulders catching Maura's tears. Maura molded into Jane's body, pushing herself into every single curve that graced the woman.

"I'm sorry," whispered Jane. "I shouldn't have done that, Maura. That was such a fucked up move."

"You're just realizing how rash your decision was now?" asked Maura.

"I knew it was a stupid idea," said Jane, "and I knew that if I didn't do that, I would be risking Frankie's life as well as my own. But now I realize how much that decision affected everyone else, including you." Jane rested her cheek in Maura's hair. "I know you were crying yourself to sleep every night," whispered Jane. "I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you. I truly am. Maura, forgive me, please."

"I forgive you, Jane," whispered Maura. "And I always have forgiven you. It was just stupid and I can't stop thinking about it. I'm sorry if I made you feel guilty."

Jane cupped Maura's face and peered into her hazel eyes. "I'm not doing anything that stupid again, Maura. You can bank on it."

Maura smiled, and turned back to what she was doing. Jane did the same, both of them realizing that their hearts were beating faster than normal.

When did I start feeling more for my best friend?

That was the last thing they both thought before they dumped the lobsters in the water and listened to their screams of pain. Jane jumped and Maura caught her. "They do that, you know."

"Thanks for not warning me, Talking Google," groaned Jane. "That was the one time you're Google mouth could have helped me."

"Sorry," she apologized; laughing as Jane furiously tossed the salad. Maura poured raw pasta into the boiling pot of water next to the lobster pot.

She's adorable when she lets me see her frightened.