You are Detective Jane Rizzoli

No, not really. You?

You can't tell her. Not ever. You don't want to lose her, and if it means you keep your 'secret', then so be it. She appears nervous to you... damn it. What did you do. You don't recall doing anything.

It's not you Jane... Well. I mean it is. Yes, it most definitely is.

She's making you nervous now, too. You search through your head to find what or who she could be talking about, but find nothing.

Alright. Well... what is it? It's okay. take your time.

She takes you seriously, and there is a silence in which you two consume a portion of your meals. Then she speaks up.

I love you, Jane.

Again, with these words that kill you.

No, I mean, I love you in the way that a man loves his wife. I am in love with you.

Not what you expected to hear. At all. What. Your brain thinks of her, then you two together, then her again. You are overwhelmed. She is crying. Shit. You didn't say anything.

You... Wow okay. You know what Maur. I am glad you said that because that means that I didn't have to say it first.

She looks relieves as you feel. She stands up and leans over the table. You are frozen, and you are convinced that this can't be real. But it is. Her lips reach yours, and your eyes are closed. You kiss her back. It's all in slow motion, but suddenly you need air. Lips separate.

I'm glad you feel that way, Jane

She whispered into your ear. You have to be dreaming. You can't believe any of this. But you want to. It was just as perfect as you imagined it would.

Me too...

You inadvertently husk. You both forget about the plates in front of you, because suddenly you two are on the table, engaged in a full fledged make-out session. It's all a blur to you as you fade in and out of reality, in and out of heaven. At the moment, the two seem to come together, almost. You pull apart, and then, again with the whispering in your ear...

Jane... You you want to stay with me, tonight?

If you stay the night go to Chapter 6.

If you go home, go to Chapter 5.