A/N Hello there! Glad to see you're back. Or if you're new, welcome. Anyway, all of the standard warnings apply, however be advised that Maura and Jane are trying to adjust themselves to avoid heartache. I'll tell you now, in the next few chapters, its going to get really bad really fast. If you're here for fluff, run far away. With that said, Geronimo.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the situation and most of the dialogue.

America's Sweethearts - Fall Out Boy

"See, I told you she listens to you."

When Yo-Yo Ma's "Appalachian Journey" woke Maura a few hours later, the only thing she wanted was coffee and a hot shower. Sitting up from the couch, the doctor took in her immediate surroundings. The art was well placed, and the colors all accented the room beautifully. The house was spacious, however Maura felt an overwhelming sense of dread. She looked around and listened to the silence invading her home. The lack of life was paralyzing. She was drowning in her own solitude.

Maura felt a desperate need to be anywhere but in the main areas of her house. Walking to her newly converted yoga studio, Maura took off her pajamas, folded them, and placed them carefully on the shelf. Grabbing some exercise clothes, Maura went into the studio.

Sticking to a pattern helped clear the overwhelming sadness from her mind. By the time she relaxed into shavasana, Maura was functioning normally. Her paranoid thoughts were banished to the back of her mind, and she remembered that she had to pick up Jane.

Pulling out her phone, Maura smiled at her background. On one of their coffee meetings, Cailin had taught her about a type of picture called a "selfie" While Maura still didn't get the concept entirely, Jane was more than happy to help her practice. They had taken over fifty pictures, but most of them were too blurry to use. However one of the pictures that Jane captured quickly became her favorite. Jane was smiling and Maura was looking up at her, awe in her eyes. In that moment, the medical examiner could see them together.

Shaking her head and sighing, Maura speed dialed the detective.

"Rizzoli," a groggy voice answered from the other side.

"Jane, I'll be over in an hour to pick you up," Maura stated cheerily.

"Ugh, Maur, You couldn't have let me sleep for another forty-five minutes," Jane questioned in aggravation.

"No Detective, because you have a bad track record for mornings and I cannot be late today," Maura answered.

"Really? Fine, I'm awake."

Maura smiled at Jane's early morning irritation. "If you're ready and outside when I get there, we can stop at Boston Joe's for coffee."

"Promises, promises."

"Goodbye Jane."

"See you soon Maur."

Maura hung up her phone and smiled. Detective Rizzoli in the morning was by far the most dangerous and adorable thing she had ever encountered. Plugging her phone into its charger, Maura turned on her curling iron and hopped into her shower.

When she got out, she quickly dried off and put on her robe. Approaching her mirror, Maura could see the dark circles under her own eyes, and the worry lines beginning to form on her forehead. Shaking her head, she began her rigorous beauty regimen.

Next she went to her closet and picked out a colorful Cassandra Strickenburg skirt as a base for her outfit. Selecting the appropriate top and jacket, she finished off the outfit with a pair of Louboutins, before grabbing her phone, keys and bag, and heading out to her car.

Usually, anyone who called Jane Rizzoli before seven in the morning, for anything short of a violent homicide, got their ass handed to them over the phone. But Maura was different, and she fell into a special category, one that had visions of mornings with Maura dancing through Jane's mind.

Shaking the sleep from her brain, Jane set about getting ready. Emerging forty minutes later, she grabbed the tools of her trade, and clipped them onto her waistband. Grabbing her cell, she locked her apartment and went cheerily to the curb.

Sitting on her stoop, Jane checked her phone messages. There was one from Casey that wished her good luck and restated his love for her. Swallowing her guilt, she decided to ignore the message for a few hours. The next was from Angela asking about Sunday dinner at Maura's. Jane couldn't believe how much of an integral part of her life Maura already was.

Lost in her thoughts, Jane didn't notice the Prius pull up, or the doctor get out of her car.

"Jane, is everything okay," Maura questioned, observing the blank stare in the detective's eyes. Not receiving a response, the doctor leaned in closer and snapped her fingers in front of Jane's face.

Jane shot up like a bolt, placing a ready hand on her gun. Gathering her bearings, Jane relaxed slightly under the inquisitive gaze of the medical examiner.

Playing off her comatose behavior, Jane smirked at Maura. "So about that coffee stop?"

Sighing, Maura allowed herself to straighten up, brushing the imaginary dirt from her skirt. She decided to let this one go.

"After all, its not my place," Maura muttered under her breath, but the detective was already in the passenger side. Buckling herself into the driver's side, Maura turned on the car and headed down the street. It was almost perfect until the two ladies' phone began ringing simultaneously.

"Rizzoli."

"Dr. Isles."