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Blow Out the Candle and Make a Wish

Chapter Four:

I arrived at the station a mere thirty minutes after leaving Maura and my apartment. Frost sat at his desk while Korsak stayed in the Interview room with Willy.

"Hey Jane, you finally catch your breath? I didn't like, interrupt your uh, plans, did I?" Frost met my eyes and then gave a quick wink, assuming I was performing a certain type of exercise.

"Get it outta the gutter. No, I was not. Not really your business anyways." I walked over to my desk, grabbing my case file on Willy and went to meet the illustrious William Harold Jr.

The kid sitting in the interview room looked up at me as I walked in, meeting my gaze with his dark emerald eyes, challenging me with an arched eyebrow.

Cocky little prick, I think as I pull out a seat across from him and lean forward on the table, resting on my elbows and clasping my hands on top of the case file. I retrieve my audio recorder, set it on the table, in view, and turn it on.

"Willy, I'm Detective Rizzoli." I extend my right hand for a brief shake, but he just gazes at my hand then looks up to meet my eyes again.

"That's nice. I'm Willy. Your pal here," he pointed with his thumb to Korsak, "has kept me locked in this room for two hours without answering my questions. What the fuck is going on here?"

"Jake is dead. Want to tell me where you were at during third period today and all the following hours after. You are in a lot of trouble right now. Now before we begin, I want you to understand anything you say can be used against you in court, you have the right to an attorney present, do you understand what I just said Willy, about having an attorney present and our use of your statement against you for legal purposes?"

"Yeah, sure, I get it. I blow off my mouth and you arrest me under false pretenses. I watch COPS ya dig. Now, what do you mean he's dead?" Willy's face turned white and his hands grasped the edge of the table, acting as an anchor for his shocked body. I write down Willy's confirmation of the Miranda warning, turning my audio recorder towards him for a record of this interview.

"So kid, is dead like not in your vocabulary? Your ex-friend is now down in our Morgue." Korsak chimed in, sitting up and getting ready either to catch Willy on his slide to the floor or to stop the blows he is planning to throw in my direction.

Willy stared at the table surface for a long time before he said, "I want a lawyer."

I lifted my eyebrow and turned to look at Korsak, knowing our unguarded questioning of Willy was as good as over. Crapola.

"Okay. It was nice chatting with you Mr. Harold, Jane and I will send your attorney in when he arrives to the squad room." With a flurry of movement, Korsak and I grab our notes, the recorder, and exit the room to walk to our desks. I glance at the clock and note it is nearly eleven.

"Hey Frost," I shout from my desk to get his attention. He lifts his head from his monitor and looks at me.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to book it out of here. I sort of was busy earlier and I would like to get back to that." I smile at him and give a slight wink.

"Ah Ha, okay Rizzoli. I will take Willy down to a cell later because his attorney will not be here for at least three hours and the kid looks dead on his feet. Just come in early tomorrow if you can. We got to set up the party for the Doc too."

"Will do then. Night."

I gather my jacket, phone, files and walk out to my car, crossing my fingers that Maura decided to come back and stay with me tonight. I want to see her again before I close my eyes for the night. I need to make sure she isn't spooked about earlier, but that might be a conversation over coffee tomorrow after her yoga class.

I am just not good at talking about my feelings.

I park my car in my parking slot and look around briefly for Maura's car, but it is nowhere to be seen. I remember as I walk up to my apartment, I didn't see it earlier either. Hmm. I give a shrug and unlock my door while holding my breath.

The lights in the living room are off and I crane my ear listening for any movement from within. It is silent, not even Jo is clinking around. Damn, I bet Maura left and ran away.

I shut the door with a bit too much force, causing it to slam. I hear Jo clinking down the hallway towards me.

"Hi Jo. Where is Maura, girl? Did she leave us?" I look down at her and coo.

She stares up at me, then wheels around and runs towards my bedroom. I open the door to the coat closet to hang up my jacket, and that's when I notice and recognize the scent hitting my nose. Squinting inside for a better look, I see the designer jacket still resting on a hook in the closet. I release a breath I didn't even know I had been holding. So, she didn't leave me.

I feel the sting of tears at the confirmation she didn't run. I know from experience wanting someone in the heat of the moment and sticking around to carry out the desire are two separate issues. I smile at the thought Maura is the latter. I am usually the former, but for her I'd flip to the stick around type.

I remove my shoes and set them in the closet, out of the way and hidden from Jo's sharp little teeth. She already trashed two pairs of my favorite work loafers. I also now notice Maura's little heels sitting inside the closet too.

Flipping on the side lamp by the door and double-checking the locks on the apartment door, I tip toe as quietly as possible down the hallway to make a stop in the bathroom to relieve myself and to brush my teeth. I gently shut the door so the light wouldn't reflect into the bedroom and wake up Maura or alert Jo to my location.

Once finished, I walked into my bedroom, remove my clothes, leaving just my undershirt and my boy briefs, and squint in the direction of the bed, looking to see what side Maura happened to fall asleep on. I see a vague outlined hump dead in the center of the bed. I move to the side I always sleep on and slip under the covers, trying not to jostle Maura to much. I have about half of one side of the bed available for sleep.

Just peachy.

Lying on my side, back to Maura so I don't knee her in the tummy, I take a few deep breaths and prepare to sleep. I am almost there when I feel a warm arm wrapping gently around my waist and a pull, tugging my back into a warm, soft body. Maura wrapped me tightly against her front and rested her chin on my shoulder briefly before kissing my neck, murmuring and moaning in her sleep. I close my eyes again and crash into a deep sleep, a smile gracing my lips.

Morning dawned bright and early, and in my opinion, too freaking early. Maura stayed glued to my body the entire night, keeping the night chill away. Maura's cell phone alarm beeped annoyingly in my ear.

I reached over and hit the snooze button then I snuggled back down under the covers, rolling onto my back. Maura rolled with me and snuggled up to my side, laying her head on my shoulder and her hand splayed on my stomach.

I laid my arm around her, sneaking my fingers under the back of shirt she wore and rubbed her lower back with my fingertips. On reflex, she pressed firmer against my side and stretched her torso out, murmuring against my skin.

Soft breasts pressed into my side. I looked down at Maura's sleeping face, watching as her eyes blinked a few times then opened and gazed up, lifting her chin to get a better glance.

"Hi Jane."

"I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer waiting for you to get back. Jo convinced me to keep your sheets warm for you and I just could not refuse. She is very persuasive." Maura's lips lifted in a slight sleepy smile.

"Indeed she must be. You stayed. I can't tell you how happy I am you stayed." I blinked and smiled down at her.

"You asked me to and I needed to be here for you when you returned. How did the interview go?"

"Eh, it didn't. Twerp layered up practically the minute I finished the Miranda and explained the accident resulting in his 'friends' death."

"Hm, sounds suspicious." Maura said, and turned her head to gaze briefly out of my bedroom window before turning back to look up into my eyes, and lay her head on my chest.

Who would have thought Doctor Isles could be so snuggly in bed. Certainly not me. The few times we happened to fall asleep in each other's bed, she always stayed right at her edge, and as far away from me as possible. Nevertheless, today is different. I asked her to stay with me after we shared a not so friend like kiss and embrace. Our relationship dynamic is now forever changed, for good or ill I have yet to determine.

"Are you going to Yoga?"

"I originally planned to go, but I would rather enjoy a jog with you this morning. Is that okay?"

"Of course Maur, you are always welcome to jog with me. I'd love your company."

I give her body a squeeze and wrap my leg around her loose one, twining us together like a pretzel. I giggle in glee at the two of us, together, snuggling. She giggles along with me. The both of us are just pure nuts. I spy Jo sitting on the floor looking up at us. I bet she is thinking yep, they are total nuts, right after the 'get out of that bed and take me out now' thought.

"Just a minute Jo," I whisper down in her direction before returning my attention to Maura.

We gaze at each other until the alarm rings again. Maura moved up and reached to hit the snooze again. Her warm breasts brush against mine as she moves up and then back down.

A shiver shakes my muscles quickly, my eyelids flutter shut, and I gasp softly at the contact. It feels so good. I feel Maura moving and getting situated again. I open my eyes, and gaze into darkened green staring down into mine from a few inches away. Maura swings her leg over my hips to straddle mine and lies on top of my body, our soft breasts touching and resting upon each other.

"Oh God," I groan softly.

Maura brushes our lips together in a gentle meeting of hot lips. We kiss small pecks of our lips, until I can't take it anymore and introduce my tongue into the mix, touching and stroking. She returns my attack with equal fervor, our passion quickly igniting from a spark to a roaring flame, threatening to engulf our senses and doubts.

"Wait," pulling back from our kiss, Maura, said softly.

I gave a shake of my head to clear the fog and looking into her eyes, I say, "huh? Sorry Maur."

I avert my eyes and turn my head away from her. I'm just not able to look into her beautiful eyes while she deals me a rejection.

She doesn't get off my body, but continues to lie on me, reaching up to gently clasp my chin and turn it toward her. I jerk my head back and look out the window instead. I can be stubborn at the most inopportune times my mother always told me.

"Jane?" She whispers my name. It sounds like heaven to my ears, but I'm afraid she is about to kick me out of the clouds to crash hard into the cold earth.

Last night I was worried about her running away from me and today I need to worry about where my feet are threatening to carry me.

"Jane, look at me."

"Don't wanna." I pathetically say in a shaky tone.

"Jane Rizzoli, you look into my eyes right now." She demands of me. "Damn it, look at me. Today is my birthday and I want you to look me in the eyes and listen to what I have to say."

I roll my head and meet her gaze, reaching my hands down to clasp her wrists, stroking her soft skin with my thumbs. I manage to smile up at her and tease, "you owe my jar a dollar."

She opens her mouth in disbelief then smiles back at me, giggling, "you're right I do."

Maura gives me her serious face then, "today is my birthday and I want to spend it with you, as much of it as we can manage between work and emergencies."

"I know it's your birthday. I planned to spend it with you anyways, so it works out perfectly. How about that. Happy Birthday Maura."

"Thank you Jane." Leaning down again, she kisses my lips softly then deepens the kiss briefly before pulling back. I feel her quick, warm breath tickling my chin and neck.

"I am very happy right now, but we need to get up and get going. Work awaits, and you have an interview to do. I need to finish the labs on McAllister then input them in the database for the upcoming trial I know you will have."

"Thank you for the vote of confidence."

I give a little upwards thrust to dislodge her body, but she just hangs onto my hips tight with her thighs. It's turning me on feeling her sitting, and bouncing on my heated need; we really don't have time right now to start something serious. I feel we need to talk about our new change before we get each other naked, and I plan to at dinner tonight.

"So, dinner tonight? Famous Rizzoli casserole, can't pass it up." I grin at her in a cheesy way.

"I would love to."

"Okay it's settled then. Let's get running so then we can come back for some coffee and a special birthday omelet. If you are really good, I will let you open your present then."

"Present? I said you didn't have to get me anything."

"Don't worry; it's not a Gucci dress or the Hope diamond. I know you will enjoy it though, so let's get going so we can get back." I made a little ushering motion with my hand and threw back the covers off us.

As predicted, she ran to the bathroom to avoid the chill of my apartment. Maura always sleeps in very little clothing. I giggled in an evil way and went to my closet to gather clothing appropriate for running for Maura and for me to wear.

I know she only brought her Yoga tights and they are to thin to run around in, so I always let her borrow my sweats when she runs with me. Maura Isles doesn't own any of her own sweats, not designer made and suitable for actually sweating in. Dating a high maintenance Maura will be drastically different then being a best friend to high maintenance Maura.

Why did I kiss her? I ask myself.

Oh yeah, because I'm crazy about her.

Primpy women just make me go all gooey inside.

A/N: I am working on the next couple of chapters to round it up. Send me reviews and let me know if you liked it or if it sucks… +)