Alrighty - Here's Chapter Two. Let me know what y'all think and if I should continue.

Disclaimer: Rizzoli & Isles isn't mine and yada yada.

Jane burst into Dr. Isles' office, not bothering to knock. The morgue itself had been empty, so Jane assumed the doctor was working on paperwork. She was tired from getting up so early and annoyed because it was supposed to be her day off and dammit, she wanted some answers about this new case. "Dr. Isles," she began loudly, and then she noticed Maura sitting behind the desk with her head pillowed on her arms. The fact that the Medical Examiner would actually be sleeping, while at work, while she, Jane, was supposed to be at home, asleep, simply added to her annoyance level. Jane strode across the room, fully prepared to jolt the other woman into consciousness. But something made her pause with her mouth halfway open.

Jane had tried to avoid looking at her friend for the past few months. At this point their friendship was basically beyond repair in Jane's mind, but that didn't stop it from hurting when she had to meet the cool gaze Maura wore whenever they were near one another. And so, Jane had taken to looking at the crime scene, the body, the paperwork on her desk, Frost, anywhere but at Maura.

In sleep however, Maura wasn't glaring at Jane or looking at her like she was a bug on the bottom of the doctor's three hundred dollar pair of Jimmy Choos. In fact, asleep, Maura looked positively worn out and incapable of mustering the energy to glare at anyone. Jane noticed Maura's pale skin and the dark circles under her eyes. It certainly didn't look as if the blonde had just spent two weeks relaxing on white sand beaches. It looked as if the doctor hadn't seen sunshine or had a good night's sleep in weeks. Her mouth was pulled down into a frown and her forehead was creased. Jane wondered what Maura was dreaming about that could make her look so terribly sad.

No, Jane shook her head, retracting the hand that seemed to have reached out of its own accord, intent on pushing back a strand of hair that had fallen across the ME's face. It wasn't her place to worry about Maura anymore. That was no longer her job. Jane wondered if it was anyone's job now. She hoped so. She knew the doctor wasn't exactly a pro at making friends, neither of them were, but somehow their quirks had matched one another perfectly. She hoped Maura had someone else who appreciated her and her google-mouth. Maura needed someone else to care about her since Jane no longer seemed welcome to fill that role. Swallowing back a sudden lump in her throat, the detective swiped angrily at her eyes. God, Maura looked so...so... so damn small, sleeping there.

"Maura," Jane said softly, reaching over and touching the sleeping woman on the shoulder. "Maur, wake up."

Maura shuddered and stirred. "Jane?" she mumbled.

"Yeah, Maura, c'mon. Wake up."

"Jane, 'm so tired."

Jane gulped, trying not to pull the sleepy woman into a tight hug. "Dr. Isles," she said more firmly.

At the use of her title, Maura opened her eyes. Seeming to realize she was not in the most professional of positions, she jerked her head up and then froze. She gripped the desk tightly and stared off into space for several moments as Jane stepped back and watched her closely, noting that Maura's fingers were white, her grip was so firm.

"Are you okay?" Jane inquired. "Another head rush?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized that such a question could be construed as some form of care being shown for the doctor. "I mean," she hastily added, "you'd think your nap in the middle of the work day would have cleared that up for you." Jane hated to sound like such a bitch, but Maura deserved it. At least, that's what she told herself. And so she smirked after her statement, resurrecting her protective walls which had been torn down slightly by the sight of Maura sleeping.

Maura jumped and looked up at Jane as if she had forgotten it was the detective who had woken her up in the first place. "I'm terribly sorry. I haven't been slee-," Maura hesitated and her cheeks flushed slightly. She couldn't lie, but she didn't want Jane to realize how upset she actually was.

Jane stared at Maura and raised an eyebrow.

"I haven't been sleeping well. I apologize for my unprofessionalism," she finished.

Jane sighed. She'd thought that maybe, for just a second, Maura was going to confide in her. "Do you have anything on the victim yet?" she asked. She wanted to ask what had been keeping the medical examiner awake at night. She wanted to ask if it was the same things that had been keeping Jane from sleeping restfully. She wanted to, but she was done caring. She was.

"Yes," Maura seemed to brighten slightly at the mention of the body. Normally this would be the part where she would walk Jane through her findings, but that wasn't the way they worked anymore. Jane sighed internally again. Instead, she watched as Maura stood, steadying herself against the desk as she did so.

No one else would have registered the ginger way the doctor used the desk to support herself as she came to her full height, but Jane wasn't just anyone and something was off with Maura, that much she could clearly tell. So, Jane noticed the slight hesitation in Maura's steps as the doctor walked into the examination room and returned holding a manila envelope. Jane noticed the way Maura seemed to pause before going through the doorway, almost as though her depth perception was just the slightest bit off. Jane noticed the slight shake in Maura's hands when she handed over the envelope and how Maura moved quickly back to her chair.

"All of my initial findings are in there," she said, resuming her seat. "I'll have more once the lab results start coming in."

"Yes, well," Jane tried not to stutter, once again avoiding Maura's gaze, "this will be fine for now, I guess." She chanced a glance up before heading out and let her eyes skim the ME's already thin frame. The doctor was impeccably dressed of course, but her clothes seemed to almost hang off of her instead of shaping her body perfectly the way they used to. What in the hell was going on?

"Detective," Maura asked. She'd noticed Jane staring at her and the detective's piercing gaze had landed on her hands as though she had never seen such an appendage before. Maura wrapped her hands together tightly and placed them in her lap. She didn't think the slight shaking was noticeable; it was only due to stress after all. But she should have known Jane would see. Her attention to detail was part of what made her such an excellent homicide detective. "Jane," Maura murmured. Jane glanced up at her quickly. "Is there anything else you need from me?"

Jane hesitated, looking as though she was poised on the edge of a question, but then she simply slapped the folder against her thigh. "No. Thanks." Maura sagged a little bit, some sort of strength leaving her body with Jane's cold tone. "Let us know what else you discover," Jane threw over her shoulder as she turned hastily to exit the morgue.

Maura, not trusting her voice, simply nodded. She'd thought that Jane was letting her guard down, about to say something, but she'd been wrong. And that disappointment was enough to cause her lacrimal glands to begin tear production. She didn't want Jane to realize how upset such a simple slight made her. The detective wasn't one for showing weakness and Maura didn't want to give her any other reasons to hate her.

"Oh, and Dr. Isles," Maura looked up quickly, realizing Janewas still standing in her doorway, "might I suggest you go home and get some sleep. We don't want your vacation hangover to affect your work. This is the Boston Police Department after all and we have a reputation to maintain." Jane shut the door firmly, leaving Maura white faced and hurt behind her.