A/N: WELL! Ok. I guess I'll start with a thank you to followers, favorites, and all the reviewers! I wrote the first chapter with the intention of getting a strong emotional response, and I certainly got what I asked for! I just wasn't expecting so much anger and a few people even dropped the story before it really started! Hopefully curiosity gets the best of those readers and I get them back. Apologies for any disappointments. I just want y'all to give me a chance! Tough crowd! Anyway, here's an update to shed some light on the situation...some of you already guessed it. Remember, it's always about Rizzles. Please review and let me know if you still like me! Disclaimer: They ain't mine.

6 months ago.

It was one of those rare Saturdays that found Jane buried in cold cases and Maura buried in their warm bed sheets. Jane liked to think of these days as one of life's many cruelties. The fact that her wife got to spend the day playing with their son while she was stuck flipping through mind numbing paperwork just wasn't fair. When a small chiming noise came from the phone clipped to her belt she immediately jumped for it.

Ding

I can't wait for you to get home. This big bed is awfully lonely without you, and Bradley is already getting tired so it'll probably be an early night for him...

The three dots at the end of her wife's text made Jane's eyes dart to the clock on the wall. The department only needed her there until six. Five-thirty. She could survive another thirty minutes. She typed back her response:

Taptaptap

What would you like to do? Watch a movie?

A serpentine smile spread as she waited for Maura's response.

Ding

Jane. You know exactly what I'd like to do.

Taptaptap

Documentary?

Ding

I'd like for you to come straight to our bedroom when you get home.

Jane's eyes went back to the clock. It was physically painful for her to realize that only two minutes had passed.

Taptaptap

Only if you wear that little purple cor-

"Rizzoli!" Lieutenant Cavanaugh's voice echoed across the bullpen. Ebony curls bounced as Jane twisted her head at full attention. "My office NOW."

Jane quickly looked around, hoping that the faces of her fellow detective could help clue her in on what she had done wrong. Not one person could help. There wasn't a flash of sympathy or even an eyebrow twitch to be found. She slowly rose from her desk, silencing her phone as she shrugged her charcoal blazer on and made her way to her boss' office. She knew Cavanaugh didn't want to be there. He knew Rizzoli didn't want to be there, and judging by her wrinkled slacks and red T-shirt, she didn't care if he knew it. She closed the door as she entered and took a seat in front of his desk. She sat silently, waiting for an explanation or instructions.

"Rizzoli, you know you're my best detective, right?" Lt. Cavanaugh asked, looking everywhere but at the woman seated in front of him.

"Thank you, sir." She forced a reply that wouldn't give away her confusion or slight agitation at his question. Sweaty palms were quickly dried on creased pants.

"There's been a recent situation in Connecticut where several murders remain unsolved and the body count keeps rising." A small nod encouraged Cavanaugh to continue. The lead detectives in the case have reached out and requested our help."

"Ok." Jane say straight up. "I'd be glad to help. What do they need? Fresh eyes? They can send the files over."

"That's not what they're looking for." Confused brown eyes just stared at the older man, awaiting an explanation. "They've narrowed down their list of suspects. All evidence is pointing to an official of high socioeconomic status. There's a few politicians on the list as well as people involved in several charities."

"Then it seems like they've got things under control. What do they want with me?" Jane's patience were beginning to wear thin. She could feel like slight vibrate of her phone on her hip. Maura was waiting for her.

"All these suspects, all these power players know the police force. They're next step was going to be an undercover operation." He looked at Jane, hoping that she would figure out where this was going before he had to say the words. Today was not Lt. Cavanaugh's lucky day. "They want our best detective there by Monday."

It took a few moments for all the information to sink in and when it finally did Jane was on her feet. "I can't go to Connecticut the day after tomorrow!"

"This isn't a request, Rizzoli."

"What about Frost?! He can go! He's a damn good detective and he's not married with a kid!" She was ready to beg, barter, plead, whatever was necessary to ensure that she'd be going home to Maura every night.

"They need a woman."

"Sometimes he's more of a woman than I am! Do you see how well he dresses?"

"Detective Rizzoli!" The way he sounded out each syllable of her title let her know that there was no room for argument. She fell back into the chair with an audible thud.

"For how long?" She started to rub her temples with small circular motions.

"We don't know. There's a benefit on Tuesday evening that you're expected to attend. You need to be at the precinct Monday morning for a briefing and to meet your partner. Apparently she's being brought in from New York."

"Great." She grumbled through a tightly clenched jaw. Another buzz from her belt caused her to speak words that were intended to stay within her mind. "What am I gonna tell Maura?"

"I'm not sure, but please tell her I'm sorry."

Jane froze, wide eyes staring at her boss. "That won't help me at all."

Once Jane arrived home she went directly to Bradley's room. His blonde head was burrowed deep into a pile of pillows and blankets. His tiny toes were twitching in the booties of his footsie pajamas. They were the Spider-Man ones he got from Angela on his fourth birthday. The ones he hasn't been able to part with for the past month. Jane leaned in close and pressed her lips to his fuzzy head. I miss the days of seven-thirty bedtimes. Gingerly she stood and made her way into the hall. With quiet, uneasy steps Jane continued towards the master bedroom. At once she was excited and nervous. Early bedtimes with Maura were always a delight. Those extended hours of smooth skin and hushed giggles were the hours that kept her heart beating happily. Her skin tingled and her fingertips itched at the thought of the woman with a golden halo waiting just beyond the door that was slightly ajar.

Jane's hand met the cool wood of the door and pushed it open slowly. The aroma of lavender was the first thing to greet her. Next was dim candlelight and a trail of candles leading her to the ensuite bathroom. Jane knew at this point that no matter what happened that evening she would no longer be required to wear clothing. She made quick work of her shirt and pants, leaving them in a pile by the bathroom door. As she walked into the bathroom she was greeted with a sight the detective would be willing to give her life for.

Maura sat on a small settee that was adjacent to their large whirlpool tub that was filled to the brim with bubbles. Her naked body was slightly covered by a floral print silk robe. That robe, Jane noticed, was tied very loosely at the waist. The swell of Maura's right breast beckoned for Jane's attention. Caramel waves were held loosely atop the doctor's head with a small clip. Smoky hazel eyes met the detective in a silent hello. Jane removed her underwear and crossed the room to meet her wife.

"Hey you." Jane cradled Maura's head and tilted her face so their lips could meet. The kiss was slow, welcoming, saying hello and I missed all in one motion. Their mouths parted with a loud pop and Jane nodded towards the steaming tub. "May I?"

"I'll be following closely behind you." The blonde rose from where she was seated and dropped her robe, the colorful soft material pooling at her feet.

Jane let her dark eyes trail from the clip in Maura's hair to the tips of her ruby red toenails. The woman was perfect. Even after a pregnancy full of cravings and bearing their first child, every inch of Maura was flawless to Jane. Now the brunette found herself smack-dab in the middle of her favorite game: wanting to touch but holding off. She lifted one of her impossibly long, muscled legs and stepped carefully into the hot water. A small hiss left her lips as her body tried to acclimate.

"Too hot?" Maura was immediately at her side with a hand in the water.

"It's perfect." Jane smiled at her wife as she put her other leg in the water and started to sit. "Well, almost perfect. It just needs you." That smirk that thawed the once icy medical examiner appeared, followed by one thin eyebrow raising in suggestion.

Maura obeyed the silent plea. Once she slid into the water and laid back against her detective's chest, both women shared a sigh of contentment and satisfaction.

"I love you." A raspy voice whispered against Maura's pink ear. Soon lips planted a kiss in the same spot.

"I love you too, Jane. More and more each day." Maura's voice took on a dreamy tone as she lost herself in thoughts of love and everything Jane. They sat in in silence. Enjoying the rarity of such a thing. There wasn't a small voice calling out for Mom or Mommy. No questions. No Angela looking for her grand-baby. Maura finally broke from her trance and spoke quietly. "I have something to tell you."

"I have something to tell you too. Can I go first?" Jane moved slightly, causing her wife to sit forward.

"No. I insist on going first. I've been popping to tell you all day." She turned to smile at her laughing tub-mate. "What?"

"It's 'bursting'. Or even 'busting'. But never, EVER popping." She finished her small tease with a passionate kiss on Maura's pouty mouth.

"Whichever." She waved away the correction with a flourish of her sudsy hand. "I'm going first."

"Please let me, Maur? I've had a bad day, it would really make me feel better." It was Jane's turn to pout and put on her best puppy-dog eyes.

"How about we say it together?" Hazel eyes brightened and perfect white teeth shone as the idea was presented. Maura had turned her body fully and wrapped her shapely legs around her wife's torso. The brilliant mind knew exactly what she was doing. In this positions, with so much of herself on display, Jane would do anything she asked of her.

"Fine. On the count of three. One..."

"Wait. When you say three or right after you say three?"

"When I finish the word three. Think you can handle that, brainiac?" Jane chuckled.

"Yes. As a matter of fact I can, Detective Rizzoli."

"Ok, Doctor Rizzoli. On the count of three. One...two...three...I'm going undercover."

"I'm pregnant." Both women blurted at the same time, and both sets of eyes welled with tears simultaneously.