A/N = Do not own anything. Just my imagination. Mistakes are my own.

This is a slow burn. You are warned.

Reviews are like chicken soup. Good for the soul.

The crowd goes wild as the final whistle is blown. People all around me are celebrating and generally making a commotion. The guy next to me even dares to wrap his arm around me but quickly removes it upon seeing the disgust in my face. I'm not a huge fan of public displays of affection, especially from strangers. I quickly scan the field and notice the star athlete running towards the stands. The rest of the team stay on the pitch. I can see the figure slow down as they near the section where the blonde is sitting. They are up against the barriers, close to the field, close to the action. As far away as I am, I can see it all. They embrace a little awkwardly as they are soon surrounded by a horde of well wishers and excited fans. The blonde retreats a little from the crowd. She looks a little overwhelmed. Before anything else could happen, the athlete is taken away and hoisted onto shoulders, taken back to his team mates to celebrate their win in style. The blonde looks up and catches my eye and gives me a shy smile. In that moment, I'm certain the world stopped spinning.

It takes a good 20 minutes or so for the crowds to disappear. Some are lingering behind eager to soak up as much of the atmosphere as possible. I don't blame them. This is the first time our team has won a championship in very long time. I stay in my seat, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, my arms crossed, taking advantage of the new found space around me. I decide to wait it out. I would rather leave as silently as I came in. I begin to replay the game in my head, chuckling at myself when I remembered the guy beside me in his excitement had accidentally spilled his drink on the group in the row in front of us. Boy was that man angry. Luckily the tension was lifted as our team decided to score the match-winning points at that time.

"What's so funny?"

I am so startled by the sound of the voice that I almost jump out my seat. I close my eyes for a brief second to calm my nerves. I open them to find the most breathtaking set of hazel eyes stare right back at me. I'm hooked. My mouth just opens and closes like a fish out of water, unable to speak due to the momentary lack of my ability to breathe. Speak Rizzoli!

"Uh…"

I blink a few times in quick succession.

"Hi."

"Hi… are you okay? I'm sorry if I startled you."

"No, no… it's okay, I'm okay. Are you okay?"

She smiles. Oh gosh. That smile.

"I'm okay. Good in fact. Although I must say I am genuinely surprised to see you here. I thought you would never be caught dead at one of these games again?"

My brow furrows at a memory but I decide to let it go for the time being. She sits down next to me, perfectly brushing her skirt underneath her so it doesn't crease.

"Well, it is the finals." I reply.

"And who doesn't like watching young men run about a field in tight shorts?"

I snort at the thought. I get a raised eyebrow in return.

"Also what makes you so sure that I'm not dead?" I deadpan.

There's a slight pause as the blonde eyes me curiously. Before I know it she has her left hand against my chest, right where my beating heart would be.

"You feel perfectly alive to me." she reasons.

There's no way she wouldn't have noticed the pace of my heartbeat being in her proximity. It was going so fast that I could have sworn it was vibrating. As her hand retreats, my body remembers how to breathe again. We catch each others eye for a fleeting moment. Yup, something is definitely vibrating.

"Jane?"

Her eyes lock onto mine.

"Yeah?" I risk a glance at her lips. They look so inviting.

"I think you're vibrating."

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. How does she know how I feel?

She giggles slightly, dimples on full display. It takes everything in me not to moan.

"Your phone Jane. Your phone is vibrating."

Oh… OH! That's what that was. Try not to look too disappointed Rizzoli.

"Oh… uh, yeah. Give me a sec." I grin sheepishly.

I take my phone out of my jeans pocket and read the text. It's from my ma, wondering when I'll be home. I shake my head at the message. Trust her to know how to unknowingly interfere in my life.

Beside me, the blonde takes out her phone and checks it also. The after affects of her giggles long gone. She almost looks sad.

"Hey, what's the matter?" I ask, concerned. I put my phone back in my pocket.

"The team are celebrating at the pizza place round the corner and they have asked me to join."

I frown at the reply. Stare off towards the field. My hands in my pockets.

"And by 'they' you mean Emily and her coven? Or maybe it was your new star athlete boyfriend. What's his name again?"

I chance a look at the blonde and meet her eyes. I see a flash of defiance, with a hint of disappointment and sadness. I steady my gaze.

"You know perfectly well what his name is, Jane Rizzoli." She stands, gives me a brief pointed look.

I hesitate. The muscle in my jaw flexes as I clench my teeth. I try to not retaliate. Too late. She notices.

"So be it." She snaps and turns on her heels.

She's gone before I even get the chance to get up off my seat. I stand up, looking across the stands, watching her walk away. Her hair blows back gently in the evening breeze. I take a deep breath.

"Maura…" I whisper.

I wait a few beats to see if she will turn around to look at me.

She doesn't.

Defeated, I decide maybe it was time for me to leave too.