So I am almost as bad as JTam. But not quite!

I do not own the characters and all that Jazz.

The next morning Maura woke up feeling oddly excited that Jane was coming over for breakfast. She ignored the butterflies in her stomach, as she showered and dressed, did her make up and hair, before moving into the kitchen, putting some coffee on and scrambling some eggs. When the doorbell rang Maura again felt and ignored butterflies in her stomach. She walked over to the door to let Jane in, and Jane said without thinking 'Wow, You look beautiful."

Both women knew that it was, in fact, true. Maura, although always beautiful, had put extra care into her appearance today and where she would normally still be in her pajama's today was wearing a tight yellow dress that would make anyone notice her.

Both women also knew that this was not how they normally greeted each other.

Maura blushed ever so slightly, and Jane blushed marginally more than Maura. Both women ignored the comment (to Jane's relief) and walked into the kitchen. Without speaking Maura put a plate of eggs and a mug of coffee in front of Jane. She made herself a bowl of fruit and oats.

"So, do you want to talk about yesterday?" Maura asked trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"What do you mean?" Jane mumbled through eating.

"Jane" Maura gave her friend a knowing glare, and Jane knew Maura well enough to know that that glare meant business.

Maura watched as Jane's eyes dropped to stare at the floor, and she noticed the detective's hands intertwining with themselves, fidgeting nervously. Watching Jane nervous and lost for words was unusual for Maura and all she wanted to do was hold Jane and never let her go – but she also didn't want too scare Jane away so she stood where she was and waited for Jane to speak.

"I have some stuff going on, but it is nothing I can talk about." Jane confessed.

"Is it work?"

"No, its personal."

"Is it Casey?"

"God no!" Jane laughed and instantly regretted it. Damn, she should have said it was Casey. Maura might have even believed her.

"Ok" Maura hesitated, "is it about what I told you concerning my professor the other night." Maura knew that it was, but she wasn't sure why.

Jane didn't speak for what felt like forever, she didn't know what to say, she had to lie and say no, but she didn't know how.

Jane had never felt so foolish in her life. 'Speak brain, say something, god damn it'.

Maura moved around her kitchen bench so that she was standing side by side with Jane. Jane's hands were still fidgeting with themselves and Maura grabbed them, intertwining her fingers with Jane's, forcing Jane to now be facing her front on. Jane looked down at her best friend. Damn she could not think when Maura was holding her hands. Maura started moving her thumb gently along Jane's hand. Jane felt frozen. She felt sick with nerves, and when Maura's right hand let go of Jane's hand and moved up to touch Jane's cheek, Jane felt like she was going to cry – or pass out. Maura took a step in closer to Jane, closing in whatever little distance had been between them. Maura moved a strand of Jane's hair to behind her ear before returning her hand to Jane's cheek. Jane could feel Maura's breath on her neck, she could feel what she wanted to happen, she knew that she was going to kiss her best friend and in that moment she was willing to deal with the consequences later. Jane moved in ever so slightly when both women's cell phones rang simultaneously.

Both Jane and Maura jumped back, startled at the noise. They both quickly answered their phones.

"Rizzoli."

"Doctor Isles"

"I'm on my way"

"Yes, I'll be right there."