An update written when I'm under the weather. Thanks a lot for the reviews, follows and favorites. I don't know who you are but thank you for reading my story. Enjoy. Peace.


Friday, 10 March

The cute blue Prius skidded to stop slowly by the side of the road yet the engine was not being killed instantly, not until the door opened and the driver with a fancy and elegant outfit came out of it, bearing a slightly confused but curious face. She had her handbag on one hand and phone on the other. The spot in front of her house was preoccupied. She had to park two cars away behind the black Subaru – a very familiar Subaru in fact.

It was Jane Rizzoli's car – parked slightly slanted as if the owner was in hurry and the hood was still warm when Maura pressed her palm over it.

"What is Jane here right now? She left something as well?" Checking her phone for a reply from the said detective, finding none, Maura locked her car and headed straight for the front door.

Leaving early before lunch was not her intention of the day but she forgot to take out the sorted garbage. The others might not make that the only reason to leave work but Maura Isles was not your any normal woman. Oh, she left her supply of printed journals as well. They had no new case. All the bodies were already being discharge. Maura was free for the rest of the day. Yet, going home was not an option. She loved to be at work though all she did was reading away her journal. Nobody was at home anyway.

Upon entering the big house of hers, the first thing Maura noticed was the stack of journal she was looking for was not there on the counter. This morning she had brought them downstairs with her and her two other pairs of Jimmy Choo. She cannot choose and Angela came in on good timing. Only that the matriarch was in full panicking mood. The store was left empty after her two employees had emergency came up and Frankie who was supposed to pick her up since her car was at the workshop was not able to be there. Work call on last minute notice. Maura being Maura jumped at the chance to help. Angela did not have to bother Jane and she could help. Leaving in such a hurry fashion even Maura Isles could forget thing.

She left her purse on the counter and went for a search for her friend next. Those journals came in second. Before leaving BPD, she had shot a text to her friend in case Jane was looking for her. They had a fair share of being kidnapping victims and Maura would not want to cause any unnecessary worry for her friend. Phone aside, finding the doctor was gone would hit the panic button of Jane Rizzoli. Everyone knew that. These few years had turned the detective into quite a worrywart and Maura would not blame her.

The guest room was the first place she checked but found none of the detective's trace. Her steps were light and she was not calling aloud for Jane. Not for any particular reason but she had this tingly feeling, her gut as Jane always said, told her to do just that.

Maura closed her office room with shakes of head. Maybe Jane was using the computer, who knows? "No Jane. No Jane. No. Nope. Not here either." She ticked off the yoga room, the laundry room, and the fact that she even checking the storeroom did not seem weird for her. Jane might stuff something in there and remember about it.

Finally, she arrived in front of her bedroom, the only place she had not check. Could Jane be behind this door? Perhaps. There was nowhere else. She could not be at the guesthouse, could she?

Pushing open the door slowly, she was only one foot into the room when she caught the sight of her bedroom – her bed to precise.

There was Jane Rizzoli, sleeping like a log on Maura's king bed, mouth was slightly opened and.. "Ah, my journal." Maura breathed out slowly and tiptoed as quietly as she could to not making any sound. When did she hold her breath? Her head shook with a smile.

Still, she was not going to announce her presence. Hand reached out to take the opened paper on Jane's chest. What did she do with it? This was scientific journal as usual. When Jane develop a habit to make them her bedtime story? Come to think about it, she did lose a paper or two of her printed work that she kept in office room. Was the best friend of hers the culprit? Quite possibly. This was a very concrete proof. She doubted Angela would make those her reading material.

Maura held in her chuckle but when she finally touched the edge of the paper, Jane moved slightly made her hand stopped mid-air as she froze, literally.

She gulped. No, better leave it there. Jane could wake up and finding someone knew and was watching she was in the room of the ME, without notice on top of that, it would be terrifying for the detective. Nobody could fight Jane's pride.

Maura bit her lip. Jane was a light sleeper when she was on guard. She glanced back at her friend face. No sign the detective had notice her presence in the room but she ceased on her attention. Jane would never let her see sleep like this. So vulnerable. So open. So.. Hurm.. Was that a drool that Maura seeing? Now she would be dead if Jane knew she was there. That was a very strong reason to not taking that journal off Jane's hand.

So, this is where Jane going. Every single day. Before lunch. Sleeping. At my room.

Her grin widened. Aww.. Jane. You do not have to sneak around like this just to sleep on my bed. Guess it was her bad that she had the best bed among the Rizzolis. An airy giggle came out from her and then a fond sigh.

Does my room is able to comfort you Jane? I am glad you can make it your safe place, hidden as it might seem but who cares? I wouldn't mind. Jane trusted her gave Maura a pride that she could never found elsewhere.

She glanced around her room. Nothing was different from when she left this morning, except for the drawn curtain. No wonder she did not have to turn on the light when she entered the room earlier – a forgotten task after nearly hit by shock of finding her best friend slept on her bed. Even if she had the curtains closed and the light switched on, Jane would not notice it anyway. She had a funny eye mask, Jane's own angry eyes. Tommy gave it to her last month, on his birthday. A gift for a gift, he said. Yet it was a great entertainment to see how Frankie and Angela harassed their youngest for their gift as well, of course Angela was just joking. Maura was sure Frankie was serious though. It took Nina and Jane's combined effort to calm his inner child.

A rather cute snore made Maura jumped and looked at Jane again. Her heart melted even more. Have you ever seen Jane Rizzoli, the badass and the one and only female detective in BPD Homicide snore? Bless your soul!

That is what Angela would say. Fu fu fu.. Eh, maybe I should watch less anime with TJ.

Without she realised it yet again, Maura had spent almost the remaining time before lunchtime to get her journals to simply watching Jane slept. Yet, she couldn't find it anywhere within herself to care at this moment of rarity. Finally decided she had captured and stored enough memory of this cute moment of Jane Rizzoli Maura sneaked out from the room. She gathered her thing, drank a cup of water and took the cup with her since it could be an evident that someone else was in the house, who knows? Jane could be very observant. Thanked to her job as law enforcer.

She was glad her parked quite further away from the house. Call her paranoid of thinking the sound of her car engine could wake Jane up because she recognised it right away but this was Jane, again, the detective even though she was snoring away upstairs.

Not ten minutes later Maura arrived at the bullpen as if nothing ever happened. Even though, she was not surprised in finding the brunette's desk was empty. Not that anything had happened.

Not at all.

Just Jane.

Slept on her bed.

At her house at Beacon Hill.

Nobody should know about that. That's what Maura thought as she looked up from counting second on her watch when Jane ran to get her and for once in this week she let Jane dragged her to the elevator with a smile on her face.


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