In response to some of the reviews I received: If you don't like Frankie and Maura pairing: don't read it. It's that simple. But I do, I think they make a very cute couple. I don't see Jane and Maura as a couple as so many of the R&I fan base does, but I don't go onto your stories and bash them. I see Jane and Maura as two really great friends with good chemistry, as Janet Tamaro intends for them to be. They're not "lesbian lovers" as many people want to believe they are. But if you want to ship them, that is your prerogative just as shipping Frankie and Maura is my prerogative. I can handle constructive criticism, comments on how to improve my writing or such, but to comment just because you don't like the pairing… really, just don't read it if you don't agree with it. And to the people who DO like it: Thanks! You are who this story was meant for anyways! I hope you continue reading it and enjoy it!

Maura impatiently brushed her honey blonde hair out of her way as she leaned over the dead body in her autopsy room. The summer heat was slowly getting to her, the smell of death and decay filling her nostrils. Straightening up, she shook out her hair and closed her eyes, taking a little break. She wished she had the motivation to finish her work but she was just not feeling it today. She sighed at that. Since when did she, Dr. Maura Isles, just not feel like doing an autopsy. But she knew exactly why. The stress of Hope and Cailin was gnawing at her. She should be satisfied that she saved her half-sister's life but for some reason she needed to know it wasn't a waste. She secretly hoped that they knew who she was, they were related. But if they didn't know or didn't want to know, it was just something she would have to accept. But she shook her head, dismissing that thought. 'Why is that so hard to accept? That they might not want anything to do with me?' she thought sadly. Maura sat down on her stool and held her head in her hands, hoping to understand this new side of her that wanted a relationship with her biological family. She was so caught up in her own misery; she didn't notice Frankie watching her silently in the doorway, his own misery written on his face.

Frankie had been watching Maura silently struggle with her family issues for the past couple weeks and it pained him that he didn't know how to be there for her. He hated seeing her so upset and wished he had the words to heal her broken heart. He wanted so badly to take her in his arms and hold her, protect her from all the hurts in the world. The thought of his Maura being hurt more just made him sad. She had been through so much in her life, it was unfair. As he stood over her, thinking about how he could help her, his phone rang. The shrill noise startled her and she looked up to see Frankie standing in the doorway.

"Yeah?" he answered his phone, shooting her an apologetic look before disappearing down the hallway. Maura flushed as she watched him walk away. Frankie Rizzoli was another major issue in her life. One that had been growing in her mind. The way he watched her, how he was quick to protect her, how he loved to make her laugh made her slowly realize the young detective-to-be had feelings for her. She smiled slightly as she thought of the feelings she had for him too. But he was Jane's brother and her friend and she was scared of messing things up between her and the Rizzoli's. They were the only family she had now, really. But she couldn't stop thinking about how his arms felt wrapped around her, his muscular chest crushing her as she protected her from the gun shots earlier today, the way his broad shoulders felt under her slender hands as she clung to him. Maura bit her lip as she felt her heart beginning to beat faster.

"You know, if you keep biting your lip like that, it'll leave little toothy imprints." Frankie teased. Maura smiled as he entered the room, his phone sliding back in his pocket. She turned back to her dead body trying to ignore Frankie and the growing feelings for him.

"Oh really? What scientific evidence do you have of that? I'm fairly certain that is NOT a fact." She challenged. She turned to find Frankie standing only inches away from her. Maura gasped as she felt the heat from his body cloud her senses. His cologne filled her nostrils, replacing the smell of death with a scent that was masculine and sexy and purely Frankie. He snaked his arm around her waist and gently tugged her closer to him, his eyes never leaving hers. She gulped audibly at the feel of his hard body pressed against her. Frankie nearly moaned as Maura's curves molded into his body, their breaths matching and heartbeats racing. The smell of her passion fruit shampoo immediately became his favorite smell. He watched her hazel eyes widen as they stood there in each other's arms. He slowly looked down to her plump lips, wanting to kiss them but stopped as he remembered the reason for him invading her personal space. He saw the toothy marks on her lips.

"I have evidence right here." He breathed on her lips as he slowly traced them with his finger. Maura stood perfectly still, never wanting it to end. She gazed up in his soft brown eyes, feeling self-conscious as he looked down adoringly at her. She slowly traced his firm muscles in his abdomen, exploring the rippling flesh. Frankie felt her curious hands on him and prayed to the heavens that he wasn't dreaming. That this in fact was happening. That Dr. Maura Isles, the woman he had been in love with for the past several years was here, in his arms and she was touching him. He gently but firmly gripped her hips, encouraging her exploration. Maura moved closer still and slowly slid her hands under his shirt, caressing him.

"Frankie." She whispered, unable to stop. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest but then so was his. He moaned as her fingernails made their way down to the waist of his jeans, slowly tracing the light trail of hair that led from his belly button heading south. Frankie tightened his grip on her hips and hoisted her up onto her desk, her long legs wrapping around his waist. She was quick to remove his leather jacket. Frankie allowed his hands to move over her thighs, caressing her slender body, pulling her towards him. He nearly came apart as he felt her lips on his. He kissed her back with such passion, sending her head spinning. They engulfed each other, exploring each other's bodies, moaning into each other's mouths. He explored her sweet mouth, tasting the green tea she must have drunk earlier. Maura nipped his lower lip and giggled, suddenly realizing what they were doing.

"There. Now you have toothy marks on your lips too." She murmured as her tongue darted out to soothe the little love bites. Frankie paused and rested his forehead on hers, both were panting and trying to come down from the ecstasy high. He smiled at his love, rejoicing when she smiled back at him.

"Maura. I've wanted this for so long." He whispered as he took her hands in his. "But not like this. The first time will not be quick on your desk. I want to take my time. Exploring you." He said as he kissed her neck. "I want to learn everything there is to know about you." His lips moved to her lips, capturing them again, kissing her slowly this time, letting her lips dance with his. Maura moaned and nodded, understanding what he was saying. She felt the same way. She unwrapped her legs from around his waist, and slid down so she was standing in front of him. She wobbled for a moment but Frankie's strong arms were there to catch her. He chuckled.

"Careful." He laughed. Maura grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I knew you would catch me." She told him.

Frankie's chest swelled at her words. "Always." He replied. He smiled like a fool in love when she nuzzled his neck. "We're not done with this right?" she asked almost uncertainly. Her large hazel eyes searched his for answers. She hoped and prayed Frankie wanted more than sex from her. He smiled at her and kissed her again.

"Maura, you know for being a doctor and all, sometimes you can be really dumb." He teased. Maura laughed out loud and punched him playfully in the chest. She rested her head on his chest and let his arms engulf her small frame.

"Come over tonight" she asked him. "I think we should talk about this or at least figure out what we want out of this." Maura said to him.

Frankie nodded and replied, "Yeah, you're right. There's a lot we need to think about: Jane, the team, our parents, our jobs…" he sighed as reality struck the pair. The sound of footsteps coming toward the room broke them apart. Neither wanted others to know until they figured out their relationship for themselves. Frankie ducked behind the door to Maura's office. She nodded her understanding but before Frankie left, he quickly kissed Maura one last time, letting her know they weren't finished and he wasn't running away.

"I'll see you tonight, sweetheart." He murmured before disappearing. Maura stood there speechless as she watched him leave. A soft smile crept on her face but it disappeared as Korsack, Frost and Jane came barging through her door. She sighed as she mentally prepared herself for the rest of her day; her only saving grace was the knowledge that she and Frankie were finally going to figure out something between them.

She only hoped it worked out for everyone…