Author Notes: I was reminiscing the good old times when I saw Rizzoli and Isles for the first time, the fascination of knowing these two amazing characters and how Maura struck a chord in my heart the instant she opened up. She does have a way you know. This one little piece is just after the second episode of first season ("Boston Strangler Redux"), just a sweet reminder of the beautiful relation Jane and Maura shared.

Jane heard hushed sobs from somewhere in the room when she entered the cold, quiet office downstairs. She wanted to see if Maura would like to have some coffee with her and other guys. She looked around but couldn't see anyone. She walked in and tried following the sounds, more muffled now that she tried to listen to them. In the far corner of the room, there sat Maura, crouched on a stray stool, her body shivering in sobs that came in broken intervals. Jane quickened as soon as she recognized what that meant and at the very last step, softly approached Maura without invading her space, the concern just on the brink of her words.

"Maura, what is wrong? What happened?"

Maura jolted from her reverie even though Jane wasn't louder than a warm summer breeze. She immediately tried to wipe her stray tears, that now soaked her blouse but failed because a new stream came replacing it. "Jane…"

"Maura, Maur stop crying, what is it tell me, you know you can tell me everything, right?" Jane drew closer and seamlessly dragged another stool and embraced Maura's still shaking arms. Maura immediately felt warmth over her, but she still couldn't shake the feelings that were dragging her into sadness.

It took some minutes for Maura to calm herself and Jane gave them to her, sitting without asking anything and just soothing her nerves by tender and affectionate rubs on her back. But when Maura did found the voice to put out her words, she could only say as much, "I was only trying to help Jane."

Jane, still unsure of where she was leading with this, soothed Maura out of her fears, "You always do that Maur and I love that about you."

"Thank you Jane, but it is not that." Maura replied still being her graceful self.

"Then what is it?" Jane's raspy whisper echoed in Maura's ear.

"I have always been afraid of people Jane, the living ones. And even though I can never be myself with people, all I can think of doing is to help them in whatever way I can. But every time I help anyone, it blows up in my face. I try to help a date before an ailment might grip him, and he leaves. Wouldn't one prefer to know what ails him or her? And then Detective Leahy, I was just trying to help him address his symptoms of renal failure, and what did he do? put a knife at my throat! I know his actions don't depict the actions of everyone Jane and most of the time I know why people do what do; I understand their psyche… but... but... I just don't know how to accept that and be me. I don't think I can be me Jane, all those years, that I fought to be myself all alone, I can't seem to be myself, not anywhere, not even here…" Maura lost her words now that all courage drained out of her with a fresh stream of tears shaking her nerves."

"Hey, hey, hey... Maur calm down, please don't cry, it isn't your fault and…" Jane paused to squeeze Maura closer and continued, "…and who says you can't be you, you can be you whenever you want and with whosoever you want. And anyone who does not see you for who you are is a dumb, stupid, crazy idiot."

When Maura didn't loosen up on those words, Jane whispered in a single breath. "You know you have me don't you?"

Maura looked into Jane's comforting eyes and suddenly felt her misgivings and uncertainties ebbing away out of her grasp. Jane held onto the gaze and slowly smiled into it. "You can always be the weird, know it all, 'Google mouth' with me, silly." Jane wiped the tears off her cheeks and continued soothing Maura. "And you know I am always going to love it and I always listen even if I don't understand it right away. You are an extraordinary person Maura, never doubt that. And if you ever do, think of me because I trust you more than I do myself sometimes. I am never going to doubt that amazing sweet soul you are."

And as those gentle words settled into the uneasy waves of Maura's consciousness, something changed and she felt this instant wave of gratitude and awe wash over her soul for that extraordinary person that was sitting right beside her, wiping her tears and smiling into her fuzzy unsorted face with the single hope of a tiny smile to emerge. She couldn't help but fight through all her unsorted reservations and give in to that one glimmer of compassion that was all hers. She smiled back. And in that moment, Maura realized that if Jane was the reward for her having to go through all those years of loneliness and being misunderstood, she would be okay with all of that in a heartbeat.