A/N: I didn't intend this chapter to go the way it did but I hope you enjoy it though! :)


Jane turned around with an angry look in her eyes. "Why?" She said through her teeth.

"I can't ask how the lovely Dr is doing?" Hoyt said with a smirk. "I find her very intriguing." Smoke was coming out of Jane's ears as she walked towards Hoyt. "I've been thinking about her, lately. Her face. Her mind. Oh, and her body." Hoyt rolled his eyes dreamingly when he was describing Maura. "Yes, her body. The things I could do to that –" Jane slammed her hand on the table and gave Hoyt a look that even the devil himself would feel a chill down his back.

"Shut. Up." Jane said as she leaned into his face. Hoyt snickered at the effect he was having on Jane. "You're not even worthy enough to say her name. I swear, you even go near her and I will personally take my gun, point it at those little raisins you call balls and pull the trigger." She leaned in closer to his face. "You touch her, and that will be the last thing you do." She said in almost a whisper. Her face was so close to Hoyt's she could feel his breath on her face.

"Don't worry, Jane. I won't rape her if that's what you think." He paused with a smirk. "Besides, it's not considered rape if she likes it." Before Jane could react Hoyt leaned forward and made contact with Jane's lips. She immediately pulled back and punched him right in the face sending Hoyt flying off the seat.

"You wanna mess with me?!" She said as the guards helped him up, his face bloody. She took another swing at his face and then kicked him twice before Frost intervened.

"Woah, Jane! Easy!" Frost stepped in front of Jane grabbing her shoulders.

"Get the hell off me!" She pushed Frost back and tried to get Hoyt again but Frost kept holding her back. That's when Cavanaugh came in.

"Rizzoli! Rizzoli, calm down!" Cavanaugh held Jane from the back.

"You sick bastard! Don't ever do that! Don't you ever fucking do that!" Jane was being held both by Cavanaugh and Frost. She couldn't figure out if she'd been mad that he kissed her or mad that he talked about Maura the way he did.

"Rizzoli! Stop this right now!" Cavanaugh tried pulling her back with the help of Frost.

"I can handle this! Now, back off!" Jane said breaking free of Cavanaugh's grip but not Frost's. Hoyt was still on the ground, laughing at the scene unfolding in front of him. "I can't wait till you rot in hell!" Jane said as Cavanaugh finally got a firm grip on her and dragged her out of the interrogation room.

"Get off me!" Jane pulled her arm out of Cavanaugh's grip as they got into his office. She paced around the room and then threw her badge at the ground and put her head in her hands as she sat down on the chair. Cavanaugh slammed the door and walked in front of Jane, leaning on the arms of the chair so she couldn't get out.

"What the hell was that, Rizzoli?! Huh?! Detective 'I got it under control'?! I told you he made you a victim! Only little victims act the way you just did now!"

Jane lifted her head from her hands and looked yelled in Cavanaugh's face. "I am not a victim!"

"You need to learn how to control yourself, Rizzoli!"

"I know how to control myself but that bastard – "

"Got to you! He got to you, Jane. Just like how he gets to all his victims!" Jane's face twitched but she didn't say anything. There was a brief silence before Cavanaugh spoke again. "You're off this case. I'm placing you on leave until this is all over."

"Don't do that! Please, sir! I need to work this case!"

"No! What you need is to get some sense knocked into you! What the hell were you thinking?! Hitting Hoyt?! I mean I understand he pissed you off but – "

"What did you expect me to do?! Did you not hear the way he was talking about Maura?!" Cavanaugh was shocked by Jane's statement.

"Maura? That bastard put his lips on you and you're mad because he said a few words about Dr. Isles?" Cavanaugh stood straight as he saw Jane's face change, realizing what she'd just said.

"Well, I mean I'm mad that he kissed me too..." Jane said in almost a whisper.

"There something you wanna tell me, Rizzoli?"

"No," Jane said shamefully. "it's just that I can handle Hoyt's nasty ass lips on mine," she cringed at the memory. "but for him to go after my best friend is a different story. If Hoyt says he's going to rape someone, he's going to rape someone. He doesn't just say, he does." Jane looked blankly in space. "If Maura gets hurt because of him, it's on me." She looked down. She didn't even want to think of the possibility of Hoyt getting to Maura.

Cavanaugh leaned back on the chair. "But he didn't."

"Not yet." Jane kept looking down.

"So, you'd rather be kissed by your personal nightmare than for him to say that he's going to rape Maura?" Cavanaugh asked with confusion.

"I'd rather be raped than to think he'd ever lay a hand on Maura." Jane said seriously, looking up into Cavanaugh's eyes.

He smiled slightly. "I'm going to tell you a story." He said as he walked around to his chair on the other side of the desk. He sat down and took a deep breath. "There was a man and a woman, not much older than 18. They were best friends and they loved each other very much. Everybody could see that they were perfect for each other, except them. They done everything together. Grocery shopping, playing sports, go to work. Anything one did the other followed. If you saw one, you were almost guaranteed to see the other. You wouldn't even think in your wildest dreams that they'd ever separate. They'd kill for each other, fight for each other, risk for each other... Well anyway, they were at dinner one day and a man came in. He looked normal from what they could see but there was something about him that was a little off. Next thing you know, bam! All you hear are gun shots. The man immediately covered the woman with his body, hoping the gunman wouldn't hurt her, but the gunman came and saw the two huddled together. He pointed the gun at the man and smiled at him. The man closed his eyes and then heard a gun shot. The man opened his eyes again when he'd felt a liquid substance on his hands. The gunman had shot the woman and letting the man live." Cavanaugh closed his eyes and put his head down.

"Sir, with all do respect, why are you telling me this?" Jane asked.

Cavanaugh looked up at her. "Because life is too short to not tell someone you love them. That man is me, Rizzoli. That was my best friend he'd shot." Jane's eyes went big. "I can't tell you how much times I wanted to pick up my phone and call her to tell her I love her but I couldn't, because she was gone. She's the first I'd ever really loved."

"What does this have to do with me?"

Cavanaugh smiled. "How much do you love Dr. Isles?" Jane looked down and half smiled to herself.

"More than anything, sir." She looked back up at Cavanaugh with a grin on her face.

"Would you kill for her?"

"Without hesitation."

"Would you die for her?"

"Faster than you can blink."

"So why is she still considered only your best friend?" Cavanaugh asked sincerely.

Jane pressed her lips together and gathered her thoughts. "Because," she looked down once more. "she's too good for me." She looked up at Cavanaugh who didn't seemed shocked at Jane's answer. "Because she's straight. Because she's too perfect. Because she's just... I don't know what I would do if Maura walked out of my life because of my stupid decision." Jane admitted.

"As far as I can see, neither of you are walking out of each other's lives anytime next to forever." He smiled when Jane's expression brightened. "Look, Rizzoli. Everyone can see that you two are made for each other. Hell, a blind man can see it. Don't be afraid to tell her how you feel." Jane was lost in thought. "Because for all you know, the feelings might be mutual." Jane smiled at that last part. The feelings mutual? Nah, that could never happen. She thought to herself.

"But for all I know, it might not be." Jane looked down at the ground, again.

"You never know." Cavanaugh smiled when Jane looked up at him. "Forget all your fears, I wish I did. It's too late for me, but not for you." Jane looked at him with bright eyes. "Now get out of my office, Rizzoli. This isn't a therapy session." He joked. Jane got up off of her chair and made her way to the door before turning around to Cavanaugh.

"Thanks, boss." She smiled sincerely.

"You're welcome." He smiled back.

"Sorry about what happened, btw."

"Don't worry about it, he's still going to be behind bars."

There was a slight pause before Jane spoke again. "I meant to you, sir." Cavanaugh looked at her with a faint smile.

"Thanks." She was half way out the door before Cavanaugh called after her again.

"Rizzoli."

"Yes sir?" She stuck her head back through the door.

"You're still off this case." Cavanaugh said seriously. Jane let out a faint laugh.

"Yeah, I know." Jane closed the door and then made her way to the elevator to go to the morgue.