A/N1: I had the whole thing written and I went back through and thought it was the most boring thing I'd ever read. So I scrapped the whole ending. I think you'll like this one much better. There are now 3 chapters!

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The alarm was buzzing. Maura blindly reached out to slap at it, she felt like she had just fell asleep. She hit the object with her hand, but the noise continued. 'What in the world?' Then she realized it wasn't her alarm clock. She sat up and listened. The door, someone was knocking on her door… at 2:37 in the morning. She felt the adrenaline begin to run through her veins. She got out of bed quietly and picked up the aluminum slugger next to the bedroom door and quietly walked down the hall. "Maura! Open up!"

The blonde's shoulders relaxed at the voice. She leaned the bat against the kitchen island and unlocked the door. "Jane, what's wrong?"

"Hey! There you are." Jane was standing in front of her in the same dress she had on at the restaurant six hours ago. She looked a little worse for wear, her make-up was smeared, dress wrinkled, and she smelled slightly of scotch. She pushed past Maura and sauntered into the kitchen. "You never answered my text," She sat down on a stool at the island, "Where's Brock?"

"He went home Jane. Its 2:30 in the morning."

"Ohh you don't let your guys spend the night? Yeah, I don't either; it always makes for an awkward morning."

"I wouldn't know Jane." Maura said quietly and walked over to the refrigerator. She pulled out a bottle of water and set it in front of Jane. "Drink this."

"Not thirsty." Jane replied. She was busy watching Bass who was slowly approaching them from the living room.

"Please Jane? Do it for me? You'll feel better."

Jane finally looked up at her friend, "Okay, I'll do anything for you Maura. I really like those pajamas on you. Gold is a good color; it goes with your hair."

Maura blushed, she watched Jane slowly twist the cap off and down have the bottle in three large gulps. "Oh Jane, what did you do to yourself?"

"Nothing, I just had a few drinks when The Jorge left. I really don't think I'm going out with him again Maura, he wants to be a mommy." As soon as Jane was able to persuade Jorge to leave, which took many 'I promise I'll call you in the mornings', she went straight for her liquor cabinet. She needed something stronger than beer after date like that. It didn't help matters that when she texted Maura she never got a response. She let her mind run wild thinking about what her best friend was doing with Brock. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. She called a cab, she wasn't really that drunk but it was the perfect way to get into Maura's house at 2:30 in the morning.

"A mommy?" Maura asked bringing Jane into the present.

"Yep, he wants to stay at home and play with the kids while I work. Do you know what he called me?" She didn't wait for an answer. "He called me…oh what was it a 'racecar, finely tuned-beautiful fast'. He compared me to a car!"

Maura frowned, "At least it was a nice analogy."

"Nice? I'm not a car Maura! I'm a woman! And I've got needs, he thinks just because he is a nurse he can stay home with our kids? Ha! Well there my kids too!" Jane stood, she was still in her three inch heels, she kicked them off, "God Maur, I don't know how you walk in those things every day," next came the dress. "I need a shower. Can I?" She asked looking up at Maura with her puppy dog eyes.

Maura just sat there, one minute Jane was talking about 'The Jorge' and the next she was stripped down to her bra and black thong in her kitchen. Maura just stared, Jane's body was perfect, from the shapely legs to the toned stomach and muscled arms. A 'wow' escaped her mouth before she could stop it.

"Hum?" Jane asked picking her dress up off the floor. She saw Maura's stare and smiled. "You like? She turned around so Maura could see both sides. "I bought them special for tonight." She winked. Through her buzzed state Jane could see the desire in Maura's gaze, somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she shouldn't let this happen but her feet said otherwise. Slowly she moved forward.

Maura was shocked at her reaction to Jane's body. She had never seen the detective in so little before. She felt her stomach tighten as Jane stepped forward. Warning bells began going off in Maura's head, she put her hand on Jane's shoulder, "Come on, shower," She gave Jane a gentle push towards her bedroom. As she watched the brunette walk in front of her she couldn't help but let her gaze drift down. 'God, look at that butt. How is she not with someone? She is the perfect woman, exactly what a man is looking for.' She watched that gorgeous bottom walk into the bathroom, yelling that she would be out in fifteen minutes.

Maura sat down on the bed. This wasn't the first time Jane had come knocking on her door late at night, but it was the first time she ever showed up drunk. She heard the water turn on in the other room. She thought back to that first night, the first time she ever got up the courage to extend an invitation to the detective. Having someone come into her home was a big step for her. She was a very private person, since moving back to Boston she had no one over to her house except her mother who was in town for a day. For Maura it was one of the biggest invasions. Her house was her sanctuary, a place where she could be herself without worrying about others ridiculing her. She had been at BPD for almost two years before that night and dodged many a offer from Jane to go out to eat or get together for drinks. Then suddenly Hoyt was back, Jane tried to hide it but the doctor could tell she was scared to death. Maura extended an invitation, out of the blue.

"You do know you don't have to go through this alone." She said without looking up from her paper work.

"I'm fine Maura," was the response, typical Jane.

"Well, if you get tired of sitting at home my door is always open." She shocked herself by saying that but she was becoming to realize that Jane was the closest thing she ever had to a friend. She went home that evening never thinking she would see Jane on her door step. But about eleven the door bell rang and there was Jane. She was trying to be tough but Maura saw right through it. She saw the scared woman who was trying to be brave in the face of danger. Maura smiled at the memory, they fell asleep in the same bed, something Maura had never let happen before. When she woke in the morning to Jane's soft breathing she was ecstatic. She didn't think she could let anyone that close when her guard was down. She took it as a good sign. Maybe her self-imposed immersion therapy was working.

She heard the shower shut off. Jane would be out in a few minutes, wet hair and all. She went over to her dresser where a pair of old Red Sox boxers and an over sized t-shirt resided. Jane had started to leave a spare set of night clothes behind a few months ago when their sleepovers started to become routine. She went to the door and knocked. "Jane I have your clothes." The door opened and she was giving a full view of a very naked, very wet Jane Rizzoli.

"Did you move the towels?"

Maura's eyes went wide and her mouth went dry. Oh boy, "Uh-no-umm they are under the sink." Jane bent down and Maura almost fell over. "I'll just-uh leave these here." She dropped the clothes on the floor and made a quick exit. Her heart was hammering in her chest. 'Oh my God!' She ran a hand over her face. 'I'm attracted to my best friend.'

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