Once Maura got home, she hopped straight into the bathtub, washed, and then just lie there in the hot water until it began to cool. She then called Angela in and together, rather like mother and daughter in law, cooked a large meal. All the while, Maura remained in a state of relieved calm, a huge tension lifted at her admittance of her feelings for her brunette counterpart.

Jane, however, was wracked with nerves. The 'long, hot shower' to 'get rid of all this concrete and dirt' turned into a harsh five-minute scrub down that made her skin rather sore. She spent half an hour walking between her wardrobe and tall mirror trying to pick something to wear that Maura would like and agree with.

'Harry ill!' Beeped a text from her mother, at which Jane groaned in confusion.

'What?!' She replied.

'Hurry up!' Came the response.

"She has got to turn auto correct off." Jane grumbled to herself, slipping her shoes and then coat on, running her hands through her hair and grabbing her keys.

It wasn't like hard-ass Detective Rizzoli to be so anxious or frustrated about her appearance - however, when it came to Doctor Isles, Jane felt it was imperative to look her best and impress.

She pulled up at Maura's large home with plenty of time to spare and headed straight in with a large smile. "I smell good food!"

The blonde looked up with a huge grin, alone in the kitchen while Angela had gone to get changed. "If you didn't, I'd be worried about your olfactory epithelium and limbic system."

"Parlez vous Anglais?" The brunette smirked.

Maura grinned. "Specialised receptor neurons in your nasal mucus and the part of the brain that processes smell." She translated.

"Please don't talk about nasal mucus around food." Jane cringed.

"You asked!"

Again, the banter was simple and Jane found her anxiety eased by the familiar situation. "So, where's everyone else?"

"Your mother is changing, Frankie and Tommy are on their way with TJ and Barry, and Vince thinks he's going to be a little late because he has a shift at the animal shelter."

"So... we're alone?" Came a hesitant question.

"Yes... Yes, I suppose we are."

The blonde wiped her hands on a small towel and moved slowly around the kitchen island to get closer to the brunette, who gulped nervously and forced herself to pull her hands from her trouser pockets.

The pair stood toe-to-toe in the silent, empty hallway as they stared at each other. It wasn't as though they felt obliged to kiss after their words a few hours later. 'When we're alone.' No, it wasn't that at all. It was that they had both been wanting this for so long now that they couldn't bring themselves to wait another second – however at the same time, they both wanted this moment to last as long as possible.

Both women began to lean in and Jane took one of Maura's hands in hers gently, caressing softly. Neither of them could bring themselves to look into the other's eyes, too focused on soft-looking lips.

"I brought wine!" Came Tommy's voice ringing through the door just before it opened. Jane and Maura nearly jumped out of their skin at his words and pulled away from each other instantly, both mentally cursing the youngest Rizzoli.

He stepped into the house backwards, pulling TJ's stroller along. Lydia followed behind them, as did Korsak. Maura gave Tommy a (slightly awkward) hug and cooed down at the baby before hugging Lydia too. Vince headed straight to the kitchen to sniff out the food just as Angela walked into the house too. The two elders smiled a little at each other, a hint of a smirk on each of their faces.