Jane mused and sighed as so often these days, while she looked at her beautiful friend Maura Isles, the Chief Medical Examiner of Commonwealth of Massachusetts, who's hunched over a corpse at a brutal crime scene.

Maura... She's a butterfly between the moths, attracted to smell and the beauty of the flowers. She's dancing in the sun while moths are just attracted to light and never will be as beautiful to even reach out to her.

Jane tried to concentrate on the task before her but failed miserably. Something changed in the way Jane felt about her best friend, this and the fact that her more than friendly feelings towards the beautiful blond ME couldn't be ignored anymore. Her last adventure between the sheets was months ago, so the smoldering lust-filled libido of the swaggering and masculine Detective needed an outlet.

My unrequited love for her is as a tragic opera because the delirious euphoria I feel every time I'm near her, makes my drown in a swamp of nothing, the emptiness of a hollow life with nothing to live for... Nothing that matters anyway. She makes my heart flutter in a mental agony of pain as if my soul leaves my body, and nothing's left but an empty shell. Without a soul, life is just a nonentity, a Jane Rizzoli without nothing but a swagger, a badge, and a gun...

"Jane, hello. Are you with us?" The loud voice of Vince Korsak ripped her out of her musing, back into the crime scene." The doc said we can go back to the predict now. The corpse will be bagged and this afternoon we will have the first results of the autopsy!"

"Okay, Vince. You can drive this time, my treat!" Jane laughed and tried to withhold a blush that tries to escape on her cheeks. 'Jane Rizzoli does NOT blush! Never ever!'

"Yep, I better do that, 'cause you are everywhere but here, and don't tell me it isn't true!"

..

The drive to the precinct was a quiet one. Except for the radio, not a single word was exchanged between the two investigators. Until they had to stop before a red traffic light...

"What's up, Jane? And don't tell me baloney about not sleeping enough, we both know you had rougher nights with lesser sleep!" Vince made a quick side-glance at Jane, before concentration on the traffic light again.

'Fuck!' "Everything's fine, Vince, just the usual shit with my ma, you know. Blah, blah nice man and grandchildren before I'll be too old." Jane tried to smile but fails with a big A.

"You know you can tell me everything and count on it to keep it a secret?" Vince said while parking the car in the parking lot at the Boston Police station.

"I know, Vince. I trust you, but I have to come clean with it by myself first. Overthinking it, you know..." Jane walked to the elevators and as he opened she got in, giving a little wave at Vince.

'Damn girl, too badass for her own good. Does she really think that I don't know about her love interest in Maura? Blind and a fool when it goes over the matter of the heart.' "She loves you too!" he mumbled.

"Who loves you too?" Frost asked.

"ahh, shut up and give me the files on the Peter Shallows case!"

"Alright, old man. At your service!" Barry Frost sniggered.

"Watch your mouth, youngster. At my age..."

As the friendly banter continues, Jane walked into the office of Maura Isles...