Hi! I'll be doing a time jump in this and the next chapters so this chapter is just a short one. I've got a plan.

Oh, and it's been a while since I've written, sorry. I've been reading more than writing. And by the way, I'm not strictly following the movie. I want to be somewhat original, the movie just serves as something like the base of the story. Suggestions and reviews are very much appreciated and smiled upon. This chapter sucks by the way. I just thought that this story needed to be updated fast! I'm not abandoning it.

Thanks for sticking around! Here we go! :D

"I'm going to miss you," I said as she folded her clothes neatly. "Will you keep in touch?"

It was the end of our wonderful time together in New York and we were going back to our past lives. This made me very depressed and frustrated. I knew this wouldn't last as long as I wanted to but the limitation never bothered me while the time was running out. I wouldn't be able to hold her soft and gentle hands, hear her beautiful laugh, gaze at her enchanting smile, and kiss her precious lips. These thoughts scattered in my head and made it harder to hold back the burning tears in my eyes.

I rolled around and stuffed my face in a pillow so she wouldn't see the tears falling down my face. I tried hard not to let out a sob and control my breathing but it wasn't enough for her not to notice the sadness I've been feeling.

"Jane," she walked towards my bed and sat down beside me. "We'll still be together in the plane."

"For thirty minutes, Maura," I sobbed. "That's too fast."

Time was very fast. One moment, I was just getting to know her and the next, she's leaving.

"Look at me," she said and I rolled over to meet her eyes. She leaned over so we would be face to face and she held my face in her hand as the other balanced herself on top of me. "This isn't the last time we'll be together."

Maura leaned in and gave me a soft and passionate kiss. A tear fell down from my eye and she pulled back then wiped it away.

I didn't want her to pull back.

I held her face between my hands and gave her the most powerful kiss I've ever given to her. Tears were streaming down both of our faces and she grabbed a fistful of my hair.

I sat up and rested our foreheads together without pulling away. I held the back of her neck and she slithered her arm around my waist so it laid on the small of my back. I pulled away and cried.

"Do you promise, Maura Isles?" I whispered.

"I promise, Jane Rizzoli."

I hid my face on her shoulder as she stroked my back to calm me down.

"I can always drop by whenever I'm not busy," she said. "Cambridge isn't far from where-"

Maura paused. She didn't want to remind me where I'll be. She didn't want to remind me of how I'll be back in that hospital room listening to the slow beeps of a heart rate monitor.

"We can ever spend Christmas together," she insisted. "I can invite your family over."

"You don't have to-"

"Jane, I'd love to," she cut me off.

"Maura, no," I said. "There's nobody who'll watch my brother."

"Oh," she looked down and bit her lip. "We still have a few more hours until we need to get to the airport. Do you want to go anywhere?"

"No, I want to stay here and talk about life," I said. "With you."

The plane ride was silent, not a single sound from the both of us. The only words exchanged were the ones from our eyes and our hands.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," I lied.

She closed her book and shifted her position to face me then she held out her hand and smiled warmly, "I'm Jane, by the way. Jane Rizzoli."

"That's okay, I'm Maura Isles," she introduced herself and we shook hands. "I didn't notice I had company, I'm sorry."

"Oh, don't worry. It's only been, like, twenty minutes," I joked and she blushed a little. "So, heading off to New York?"

"Yes, I just wanted to take some time off from University," she held up her book and put it back down on her lap. "How about you?"

"Well, my mother won a trip to New York," I leaned back on my seat. "So, that's where I'm going."

Maura bit her lip and fumbled with her thumbs. She's very nice, by the means of how we met. I hoped that it wasn't the only time I'll get to see her.

"You seem very," I bit my lip and thought of the word best suiting. "Interesting."

And she is.

"You have my number, right?" She asked. "Will you call me?"

"Every night," I smiled weakly. "You'll text me, right?"

"Every day," she whispered. "Can I drop by after my classes?"

"Yeah," I said. "You can tell me about dehydration and seizures. Then we can chill and talk about the universe."

"I never figured you as the deep type," she said and I kissed her hand. "I guess there's more to find out about the dangerous Jane Rizzoli."

I smiled at the word. Dangerous, like to cause harm and pain. Did I cause her any harm? How about pain? I can't say I have. All I want is the best for her. I could never harm her or see her get hurt. She's too marvelous for that. She's too precious. I need to protect her and I can. I just need to find a way.

We got off the plane and I could have sworn I could feel the ground sucking me in.

Her driver held a sign with her last name on it and took her luggage. Maura asked for some privacy and the driver obliged. She turned to look at me and held my head beneath her hands. A tear fell down my face and she wiped it away. She's being strong.

I let out a sob and she took me in her arms. I cried her name over and over again and she tried to calm me down. It was no use. My heart was shattered to pieces.

My sleeps wouldn't be warm and the atmosphere would be cold. I wouldn't be able to close my eyes with her being the last vision. I wouldn't be able to feel her arms wrapped tightly around me and her head on my chest. I wouldn't be able to smell her perfume and shampoo. I wouldn't be able to have her with me as I sleep. It wouldn't be the same.

Sure, she'd come over and sure we'll spend time. But the time would only be as limited as the time we've already spent. The more she left, the more I would feel empty. I wanted her with me. I needed her with me.

"Jane," she whispered.

"I don't know if I can make it without you, Maura. I don't know if I can be happy," I sobbed. "I'll be dead."

"I'll always visit when I can, Jane," she said. "I promise."

"But it won't be the same," I grabbed her shirt. "You'll always leave in the end."

"Jane, listen," Maura pulled away a little and I already missed her warmth. "Did you care about time, while we were together? Did it ever cross your mind?"

I shook my head.

"Time will only be a problem if you make it. You won't have any worries if you don't think about it," she whispered. "What's not present won't be able to hurt you, Jane."

She wiped my tears away and gave me a long and powerful kiss. I pulled her closer and she wrapped her arms around my neck. We were pressed together and it didn't matter if people would see us. In our perspective, it was just us and nothing else in the world. That's how it should be.

We pulled away and laid our foreheads together. Our eyes were still closed and we panted as we caught our breaths. She gave me a soft, short kiss and we opened our eyes.

"I don't want to let go," I whispered.

"Me too. I seemed to have fallen for your charm," she said. "You're danger, Jane Rizzoli."

"In what way?" I asked.

"In all the right ways."