As always, Rizzoli and Isles doesn't belong to me.

"You have to admit that this happens way too often." Jane Rizzoli said around her hamburger. Maura did not look up from her lap. Her wine glass sat untouched in front of her.

The Dirty Robber was mostly empty, and it was so late that the owner had already started sweeping up the floor in the back. After the corpse, Jamie, had opened her eyes, Maura had screamed for a good minute as Jane scrambled to find bandages and gauze to patch up the hole the good doctor had made in the girl. The task had been hard. Maura rarely operated on the living.

She hadn't lost much blood, but had been in obvious shock, and had been sent to the hospital as quietly and quickly as possible. The doctors had said she'd be right as rain the next day, and that she'd be let out into police custody for questioning. Jane was looking forward to knowing her.

"I know." Maura finally sighed. Her mind shifted to previous cadavers that had awaken, Dennis, Olga, and she felt a shiver run through her body. She suddenly hoped that the girl wouldn't try to kill anybody like they had. "At least I didn't kill her."

"Yes, Maura, at least there's that. Way to look on the bright side. Jane replied sarcastically.

Maura ignored her. "I wonder if she remembers me…"

"Who could forget you?" Jane asked, lifting a napkin to her chin.

"Jane." The honey blonde's head snapped up, and she glared at the detective, who gazed back with wide eyes.

"Gosh, Maura, I meant it as a good thing." Jane said softly.

The doctor shook her head. "I'm sorry. I'm just so," She paused. "conflicted." She bit her lower lip.

"Hi."

"Hi." Jamie grinned back. She turned to her side to face Maura. "How are you?"

"Sad." Maura announced after a pause. "Conflicted. I don't want this week to end. I can't imagine waking up without you."

Jamie nodded, absently running circles on Maura's thigh. She didn't meet her gaze, and they spent a moment in silence.

"What are you thinking about?" Maura asked. Jamie sighed. She took a moment to mull over her words.

"This week, Maura. It's been amazing. You are amazing." She cleared her throat. "But I can't help but think that in a few days, I'll be back in school, and you'll be in Boston at your new job."

"Jamie."

"Don't." Jamie sat up and Maura followed suit. "I know that tone. You want to talk."

"We need to talk about this."

"Maura. No we don't."

Jane scratched her nose. "If you want to talk about it…?"

Maura sighed. "I'll come find you. Don't worry." She added a smile, and took Jane's hand in hers. "Thank you."

The detective looked the doctor over carefully, absently running her thumbs over the pad of her friend's hands. The honey blonde had dropped her gaze to her lap, her hazel eyes darkening in thought, and Jane felt her heart hit a pang. She vowed to herself to find out what had happened to this Jamie, just for Maura, and only for her. She could care less about the brunette that had, a few hours earlier, been on an autopsy table, but seeing Maura distraught did something to her.

Maura offered her a ride home in her BMW, and Jane had politely declined, opting instead to walk the long way home. The doctor had frowned slightly, but instead of fighting it, she kissed Jane goodbye on the cheek and walked away, her heels click clacking on the wet pavement.

Jane watched for as long as she could, then started trudging through Boston, staring at the ground, knowing that one way or another, she'd end up back home at one point. Alone.

Jane Rizzoli stared hard at the girl seated across from her. She knew that behind the one way glass stood Maura Isles, rapt and waiting. The girl had properly identified herself as Jamie Spencer (Jane had mulled over her name a hundred times the night before as she lay in bed), and sat, her right hand placed delicately over the nasty welt she had received, an ice pack slowly melting on the metal table. Apart from the light stitches that ran over her collarbone and the red gash across her scalp, she looked fine.

"Jamie." The name rolled easily over the detective's tongue. "Do you remember anything? At all?" The beautiful girl in front of her scrunched her nose, and then shrugged.

"Would you be mad if I told you no?" She asked back, splitting into a small smile. Jane did not grin back.

"This isn't the first time you've split your head open." She observed the hospital files in front of her. They lay amongst the other files on Spencer. There wasn't much to this girl.

"2006?" Jane replied. The year sounded familiar. She glanced at the one way mirror furtively. "Your memories-?"

"Before you ask," Jamie cut in. "no, I don't remember anything prior to that incident. Complete loss of memory. Amnesia." She explained. "Well, I'm lying, actually. I do remember a few things. Places. People. Martyrs." She locked eyes with Jane, then looked back down, her hand tracing incomplete circles on her stitches.

"People?" Jane echoed.

Jamie shrugged. "Celebrities. My family. But only my mother's side, ironically enough, I hated them. Still do."

Rizzoli stayed quiet, listening to the clock tick by. She took her time to truly assess the girl. Gray eyes, a brunette, with a button nose and a light sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks. Her ears turned red when she smiled, laughed, and got embarrassed, as she had a few hours before when Frankie had let out a "hot damn" as she walked by (Jane had cuffed him on the ears). She probably turned red when she lied too.

Her hands couldn't keep still. A nervous habit, most likely. Her fingers kept tracing patterns into the cool table, and she kept glancing at the door, frowning, then going back to gaze at the reflective surface. Jane fought the urge to ask Maura what she thought. Instead, she stood up to pace the room.

"Amnesia." She repeated. "Did you ever find out how you fell?"

"The officers that found me," In the streets naked. "think I just fell out of my tub after my shower. A psychiatrist worked with me for six months to regain my memories. I think I hit my head pretty hard." She paused. "Isn't it funny? How you can forget your childhood, your first love, your own mother and father, but not how to breathe? Or think?"

"Hilarious." Jane replied dryly.

Jamie ignored her. "But no, I don't know how I fell." She passed a hand through her hair, and took her time to look back up at the detective.

"Wait here." Jane instructed, and left the room. She couldn't take the sweet torture anymore. This girl was, in a word, perfect. Her voice, her body. How could she even compete? The detective pushed the thought away angrily. As soon as she cleared the doorway, Maura was on her, grabbing her by her forearms.

"Maura-"

"Let me see her."

"She might not remember you." Jane pointed out quickly. The doctor stopped struggling long enough to look up and frown slightly. Her arms dropped to her sides.

"She-" Maura bit her bottom lip. "She said she could remember a few things. Maybe…?" She blushed out of confusion. Jane sighed, and let go of the doctor's hands in defeat.

"Look, I'll let you see her. Just…Just don't expect too much." She couldn't stand to watch her best friend's heart break once again. Maura nodded.

Their roles had reversed, Jane now stood behind the glass. Bad cop, good doctor. Like out of a bad movie. Maura's voice floated down softly from the overhead speakers as she called out Jamie's name when she entered. Jane watched intently.

The girl lifted her eyes, cocked her head to the side, as if in thought. Maura's stance staggered. Then Jamie's face brightened, she opened her mouth, said the woman's name so softly Jane didn't hear her say it. She stood up, rounded the table, and pulled a teary eyed Maura into an embrace. Her ears turned red.

The ones who passed by Jane didn't notice her hands were gripping the windowsill so hard, her knuckles turned white.

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