A Matter Of Heart

by Typhoon73

Dr. Maura Isles is an physician in the Mass Gen and really successful. But a happening changes her life. And then she's meeting the Italian Jane Rizzoli in a very unconventional way. It may be out of character. Eventually Rizzles, promise.

2. Chapter 2

First of all, thank you all for reading and following this story, I really appreciate it. Thank you so much. So, I have another chapter for ya. I hope you'll enjoy it.

T73.

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For Jane Rizzoli is a good couch basis for a good place.
She has put her life on a pause after her fiancée passed away because of brain cancer.
After that her whole life has crumbled down. She questioned her whole being and why she had found the love of her life so fate can rip her happiness right out of her heart.
Normally she is a cop through and through, but after her fiancée died she didn't find herself still able to do her job any longer.
There wasn't much that could keep her away from her job, but the death of Becca is exactly doing that.
When Jane is closing her eyes she thinks that she still can feel Becca's fingertips ghosting over her skin, that's why Jane's numbing herself with beer as much as she can.
How long were Becca and she looking for the perfect couch? She can't remember anymore.
But now she has found it . All by herself. Like she had another choice.
Jane's eyes are hardening as she watches a old family video with the love of her life and gets up from the couch to get another beer.
She walks into the kitchen and gets the beverage out of the fridge, and starts to scream when she turns around and a foreign blonde stands in front of her.
The foreign blonde seems to be as startled as herself because she's screaming on top of her lungs as well.
"What?" Jane is yelling. "What, what, what?"
"There's nothing worth stealing here." the other woman croaks.
Jane narrows confused her eyes. "What?"
"There's no money, there's no drugs." the other woman replies.
The Italian furls her eyebrows. "I'm not stealing anything."
Maura nods to herself. "Okay, I'm sure there's a homeless shelter nearby. I will give you money for cab fare and for a good meal. But please don't blow it on more beer, okay?"
Jane points to her chest, more angry than confused. "I'm not homeless. I live here."
Maura's looking pitiful at her now. "Okay. You can't live here, because I live here. This is my apartment."
"Since when?" Jane almost shouts.
"Since I rented it." the blonde replies as calm as possible.
"You rented it."
"Yeah."
Jane buries her face in her hands and shakes her head. "You know what? I don't need this."
Maura is also shaking her head. "What?"
The Italian is rubbing her face. "Rent scam, right?"
Now, Maura is more confuses than ever. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't you get it? There's probably five other people who paid deposits and got the keys."
"And moved in all their things?"
"Yeah." Jane retorts and furrows annoyed her eyebrows. "What?"
Maura points at the furniture. "This is my stuff. All of this. That's my couch, that's my coffee table." she walks over to the table and furls her eyebrows. "Is that a ring? Have you ever heard of a coaster? Or a trash can, for that matter?" she's pointing at the taller woman. "I don't care who you are, you're gonna mop that up. I'm getting the bucket. It's like a pig moved into my house."
Jane follows the blonde hot on the heels. "A what?"
Maura is ignoring her. "Like a filthy pig."
"You ... You moved in when?" Jane asks but she's finding the kitchen empty. There is no blond woman. "What the ..." she groans and heads for the shower.
Too much beer, it simply has to be too much beer.
But to be sure she checks the hallway. "Hello?"
She decides to install a extra lock and she'll install it right tomorrow. She doesn't need another unwelcomed visitor.
She's enjoying the hot water as she's standing under the jet and takes another swig of her beer when she gets out of the shower.
She automatically wipes the dust off of the mirror and jumps when she sees the blonde behind her.
"I told you to get out." Maura's saying angrily.
"Jesus!" Jane grumbles and turns around, but she finds herself again all by herself.
She freezes and frowns deeply. "Jane, you are about to go buts." she whispers to herself after a few seconds.
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Andrew Jacobsen is a therapist and Jane's best friend.
He sighs and sits down in the bar of Jane's choice. "Okay. So, what's this all about?" asks the blond man.
Jane sips her coffee and exhaled through her mouth. "What? Nothing."
He eyes her skeptically. "So, you called me for nothing?"
The Italian is frowning deeply. "I ... uh ... I've been sort of seeing someone."
"Seeing someone?" he asks gleefully. "That's what I'm talking about. Finally."
She doesn't look at him and shakes her head. "You think it's a good thing?"
"Absolutely. Yeah. You know, last time I tried to hook you up, you bailed out. But this is good, and the fact that you initiated it by yourself, that's important. Okay? Now, who is she? Do I know her?"
Jane is snorting. "I mean I'm seeing someone that's not there."
Andy sips his own coffee. "She's emotionally unavailable?" he asks and understands when he sees the Italian's look. "Oh. You mean like a hallucination."
"Twice," Jane snarls. "in my apartment. A woman."
Andy smiles and takes his notepad out of the pocket of his jacket. "Attractive?"
Jane's rolling her eyes. "Not really there, Andy."
"Right. Right." he agrees. "Okay. So when you saw this woman, were you drunk?"
"I mean, I had a little buzz." she answers.
"Jane, don't lie to me, it doesn't help." he reminds her.
"Okay, fine, I was wasted." she's snapping. "But still, I shouldn't be seeing some ... blonde control freak running around in my apartment." she furls her eyebrows. "Why are you writing this down? This isn't a session."
Andy is glaring at her. "Hey, that's insulting, okay? I'm your friend Andy here, I'm not charging you." he looks at his watch and turns the corners of her mouth downward. "But if this thing rolls into a second hour we're gonna have to work out some deal." he holds his hand up as Jane is about to get up to her feet. "I'm kidding. I'm kidding. All right, so hold on a second. You were drunk, you saw this blonde control ..."
"I gotta stop drinking." Jane sighs.
Andy's eyes are snapping up. "No."

Jane pulls her head back. "No?"
"Yeah, drink, party. Just do it with other people. God gave us alcohol as a social lubricant. Make us brave, make women loose."
Jane can't help the smile. "What ... What is that, some Berkley shrink thing?"
"No." Andy's laughing. "Look around you, okay? See this? This os the world. Join it. Stop swimming in your mind. That's a dangerous neighborhood that you should not go into it alone. Come on, Jane. It's been two years. No more hiding out."
Jane is looking long at him. "Absolutely not."
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Jane is sitting on her couch and opens a bottle of beer, watching out for the imagined woman, and sips her beer with a satisfied smile.
She sighs heavily and nods to herself.
Talking about this little ... issue probably helped this time more than bottling it up.
She never was good at talking about her feelings, but after Becca's death, it became even worse.
She knows that she's probably hurting her family and friends by not really talking to them, but that's how she's coping with things.
She growls and get up to her feet. For her, it's time to go to bed.
Jane crawls onto the bed and closes her eyes, ready to welcome the much needed sleep.
"Are you insane?" is a familiar voice asking and the Italian drags her eyes open. "What are you doing?"
Jane sits up and frowns. "Oh God, what is this?"
Maura is placing her hands on her hips. "I didn't want to, but I'll call the police."
"I'm sleeping." Jane mumbles and buries her face in her hands. "It's a dream. It's one of those dreams and you know you're dreaming."
Maura is looking questioningly at the brunette. "How do you keep getting in here?"
"It's you who's in here." Jane yells.
"Oh, my." Maura says pitiful. "This is more serious than I thought."
"Go away," Jane whines. "you don't exist."
"All right. I'm gonna ask you a series of questions. I want you to answer honestly." Maura announces. "Has your recent alcohol consumption increased?"
Jane's nodding agreeing. "Yeah, so?"
Maura crosses her arms over her chest and is walking to the food of the bed. "So, are you hearing or seeing things that aren't quite real to you?"
Jane is raising an eyebrow. "As a matter of fact, yeah."
"Well then, have you recently sought consult from a mental health professional?"
The Italian furls her eyebrows. "What? How do you know? Stay away from me."
Maura takes a step closer to the bed. "You often feel paranoid, like people are out to get you?"
"Why are you asking me so many questions?" Jane asks louder and presses herself against the headboard.
Maura sits down on the bed. "I'll take that as a yes. Listen to me. You have fantasized, quite convincing, that you've rented an apartment, that, in fact, belongs to somebody else. Pick up that pillow. Pick it up. It's okay."
Jane hesitates but pick the pillow up and turns it around.
"There's a small red stain on it." Maura's saying. "Where I once spilled cherry cough syrup." she sees the resignation in brown eye. "Yes, that's it. How else would I know that?" she points at the bed. "Or the fact that these are sheets from Nordstrom. I still have the receipt, it's in that drawer. Open it and check."
Jane hesitates.
Maura's furrowing her eyebrows. "I think you need to come to terms with the fact ... that you may be mentally ill."
Jane furrows her eyebrows too, starting to doubt herself. "Really?"
"Yes." Maura replies softly. "This is my apartment. These are my sheet. That's my nightstand. That's my picture ..." she jumps up from bed when she sees no picture on the other nightstand. "Where is my picture?"
Jane frowns deeply. "What picture?"
"There was a picture there of my ... There was a ..." Maura clicks with her tongue. "There was a picture right there on the nightstand."
"That was empty when I moved in."
"It was just there." Maura snaps. "Okay. You know what? I've had enough. I am calling the police."
"What?" Jane asks and gets up to her feet. "No. No, no, no, no."
Maura glares at her. "It's too late." she says and wants to grab the cordless phone, but her hand went right through it.
Jane's jaw drops to the floor and she has to sit down again
Maura is staring at the device and tries it one more time, and again, unsuccessful. "What'd you do to my phone?"
Jane's just shaking her head, unable to say a word.
Maura is trying it one more time. "Why can't I ... You stay right there. I'm gonna use the one in the kitchen."
Jane stares at the spot where the blonde is vanishing into air, and frowns deeply, running a hand over her face.
Either she is crazy or ... going to become crazy.
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The next morning, Jane is holding her phone to her ear as she locks the door to her apartment. "Hey, Grace, Jane Rizzoli here. Uh ... the people who sublet this apartment to me, do you have their number?"
"Why?" Grace, her real-estate broker's asking. "Is something wrong?"
Jane jogs down the stairs. "Uh ... No, no. I was just wondering about the previous tenant, that's all."
"Oh, well, the woman that I dealt with, she didn't want to talk about it. It was some kind of tragedy in the family. I didn't press for details cause I don't need any more drama."
Jane stops walking and breathing. "So you think this girl died?"
"Well, you better hope so." Grace chuckles. "Cause that's the only way they're gonna get off this month-to-month thing and give you a real lease."
Jane runs her hand through her black locks. "You know, that's ... that's ... That's not exactly the reason I was ..."
"Come on, Jane," Grace cuts her off. "grow up. Look, it has a view, a fireplace. People would kill their grandmother for a lot less in this city."
Jane huffs as Grace stats to laugh and ends the call without saying goodbye.
That would explain a lot when the previous tenant died.
She sighs heavily and makes the decision to get rid of this ... ghost.
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The Italian is walking through the streets of Boston and chewing on the inside of her cheek as a ... Occult and Metaphyical Bookstore.
If she wouldn't have seen what she has seen the last night, she would laugh about herself.
She enters the store and looks for the right shelf.
She is staring helplessly at some of the books of paranormal stuff that makes no sense to her.
For her there is life and death, black and white.
If there would be something in between life and death, why didn't show up Becca.
No, instead it has to be a nagging stranger.
She sighs heavily and takes a random book in her hand.
"Can I help you with anything?" is asking a young salesman.
Jane tries to hide the spiritual book behind her back and smiles. "No." she sighs again and glance at the book. "I mean, do you believe in this stuff?"
He just shrugs. "Well, you don't until you do. That's a little dated. I recommend the Rosemary Preston. It's totally seminal."
A older man joins the two of them. "Excuse me. Where's the UFO section?"
"It's back and to the left." the younger man says and smiles at Jane. "Ufology. It's not a real science. So, what kind of encounter have you had?"
Jane furls her eyebrows. "Encounter?"
"Ectoplasm?" he's asking. "Soniferous either? I have a killer séance book if you're into communication."
Jane huffs annoyed. "Uh ... Communication is not her problem."

The young man nods smiling. "Righteous. I have exactly what you need."
Jane nods slowly and skeptically because he's scaring the shit out of her, but she accepts his ... help. Whatever kind of help he offers.
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Jane is sitting at the coffee table, waving a candle and reading out loud. "Spirit, awake. Spirit partake." she rolls her eyes. "Spirit, without fear. Spirit appear."
She holding the candle up over her head and waits, and waits, but nothing's happening. "Are ... Are you here. Come on, I think you're here." she says and takes a deep breath.
She was never one of them who has patience and starts to place her steaming mug on the expensive looking table. "Okay. I've got a hot, moist cup of coffee in my hand. There is no coaster in this table. I'm going to set it down on this lovely mahogany ..."

"Don't you dare!" Maura cuts her off.
Jane almost spills the hot liquid on her lap, but she doesn't care. She places carefully the mug on the newspaper that's lying on the table. "Ha!" she looks at the blonde. "We ... We need to talk."
Maura furls her eyebrows. "About what?"
Jane clears her throat. "Ahem ..." she licks her lips. "Has it crossed your mind that there might be something a little ... off about the way you've been spending your days?"
Maura's crossing ger arms over her chest. "Actually, yes. It's weird having a squatter in your living room."
Jane briefly closes her eyes. "I'm not ..." she takes a deep breath and gets up to her feet. "Okay, let's start over. Hi, I'm Jane Rizzoli. And you are ...?"
Maura takes a step back as the Italian gets up from the couch, and furls her eyebrows. "I am ... uh ..." she looks at the mug with a name on it and her face relaxes. "I'm Maura. My name is Maura."
Jane looks briefly over her shoulder and smirks. "You ... You don't know that. You ... you had to read that."
Maura steps back forward. "I think I know my own name."
"Okay." Jane is agreeing. "When was the last time that you remember actually talking to someone other than me?"
Maura is backing away and frowns. "The other day." she pulls her head back. "The other day!"
Jane nods slowly. "And ... And when you're not here, what do you do with the rest of your day?"
Maura still backs away and laughs. "Well, certainly a lot more than you do, that's for sure."
Jane's holding her gaze. "Let's not stray from the point, Maur."
Maura holds her hand up. "Don't call me Maur. I'm not in kindergarten. My name is Maura."
"You think." Jane retorts and she huffs. "Let me ask you, has ... uh ... dramatic happened to you recently?"
"Like what?" Maura snaps.
Jane shrugs and pulls the corners of her mouth downward. "I don't know, like dying maybe?"
Maura gasps horrified. "How dare you say that to me?"
Jane is placing her hands on the blonde's shoulders but they went straight through them. "Okay, calm down."
Maura shrugs her hands off of her shoulders. "Get your hands off of me, you pervert!"
Jane sighs and frowns. "Calm down. I'm not ... I'm not going to hurt you. I'm ... I'm trying to help you face the fact that you are ..."
"I'm not dead!" Maura demands.
Jane starts to lose her patience. "Look around you. There should be a bright light nearby."
"There is no light." Maura's saying with an high-pitched voice.
Jane is ignoring the statement and raises an eyebrow. "Walk into the light, Maura!"
"There is no light!" Maura yells and steps back. "I'm not dead! I think I would know if I was dead!"
Jane's eyebrows shoot up, but she says nothing.
Maura looks down at herself and realizes that she, in fact, is standing in the middle of the dining table.
She looks confused at the Italian. "What's happening to me?"
"You're dead!" Jane screams at her.
"Stop saying that!" Maura yells back and wants to slap the taller woman, but her hand went straight through the Italian's head.
Jane's grinning smugly. "Missed."
Maura's huffing and stick her hand through Jane's head.
The grin on Jane's lips disappears again and she furls her eyes. "Okay. Okay, that's enough. That's enough! You're just giving me a headache!" she steps back. "Get off of me! Okay. All right, all right. It's not my fault you're the way you are. I just want you out of my house."
"You get out!" Maura says firmly and wants to give the Italian a shove, but she went right through the other woman's body and through the wall.
Jane looks through the window and is snorting. "Rest in peace." she says and turns around, jumping startled when she sees the blonde.
Maura's crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm not leaving."
Jane glares at her and passes annoyed the blonde.