A/N All of you get big hugs and kisses. Your kind words and encouragement keeps me updating! I want to thank everyone for the amazing reviews. If any of you want any one shots written or would like to throw around ideas for a collaboration, don't hesitate to send me a PM. Keep reviewing and just believe in the Rizzles. We're in this for the long haul, but I promise it will be worth it in the end. :)

Disclaimer: Jane and Maura don't belong to me. I own nothing. I give all the credits to Tess, JTam and TNT.

Jane had no idea why the notion of everything being fine in the morning had even crossed her mind. Maura stirred in her blanket, but she wasn't pressed against the passenger's door anymore.

Oh no, that would've been too easy. It would've given Jane's heart a few extra hours of healing. Leave it to Rizzoli to draw every Joker out of a fully loaded deck. Maura's legs were curled in Jane's lap. Her forehead rested against the detective's neck. The slow subtle breath had settled Jane into a state of pure, unfiltered bliss. As much as her mind fought the battle, in the end, her heart won the war. Jane had defeated countless evils in her career. She'd shot herself and never flinched, but she was defenseless around Maura. Hell, Jane couldn't even managed to scoot Maura half an inch when her shoulder fell asleep.

Now that the ME was waking, Jane wore a big ol' Rizzoli grin. "Mornin' sunshine."

Maura rubbed the tip of her nose over Jane's neck.

An electric current surged through the brunette. Jane had never reacted to such a simple movement before in her entire life. Her breathing quickened. For a split second, she thought she was having chest pain.

"Five more minutes," Maura's nose buried itself in the crook of Jane's jaw as she shifted into the lap of her best friend.

I could get used to this. Jane's arms involuntarily curled around Maura. This moment was the cause of all Jane's happiness and all of her heartbreak combined into one.

A taxi pulled up across the street. Jane's fingers curled around her service weapon. After all, criminals didn't give a shit if it was six in the morning. Any time, any place seemed to be a motto shared between the most heinous murderers and petty supermarket thieves.

The man exiting the vehicle forced Jane's good mood right down the toilet. She rolled her eyes as she thought about putting a bullet through the door and claiming a faulty trigger.

"Jaaanne, reffrraiin from moooving," even a sleepy Dr. Isles had quite an embellished vocabulary.

Rizzoli pressed her index finger on the window control. She rolled it down a few inches before that godforsaken accent flooded through the car.

"Why Jane, I suppose I should be jealous?" Ian laughed.

Pissed didn't even begin to describe a sleep deprived Rizzoli, "And I suppose I should make nice?" Her brown hues glanced down at Maura and back to Ian, "Don't leave her again." It was a warning, but it seemed to go unnoticed.

Maura picked that exact moment to jolt awake. Her forehead smacked into the underside of Jane's chin. Copper and metallic flooded over Jane's taste buds. Her tongue had taken the brute of the force, and Maura wasn't so careful with her knees either. She wiped the drop of blood off her bottom lip before pressing a hand through her hair.

Ian opened the car door. Maura all but danced into his arms, "Ian! You came home early!"

The biggest douche in four counties carried the love of Jane's life up the driveway. She'd slept half an hour in two days, watched the darkness for any threats, and even held Maura when she was cold. And here he was reaping her reward. When Jane glanced toward the door, her eyes met Maura's.

Jane forced a smile and tossed her hand up in a wave.

Maura didn't smile.

For the first time since Ian had returned, Jane knew... Maura's eyes gave it away. Maura would rather be with Jane.

Ian was kissing Maura's cheek and the blonde was staring at the dark detective.

Jane started the cruiser with a grin. Another recollection hit her as she flipped on some Zeppelin. Perhaps she didn't have to give up her own happiness for Maura's. Could they possibly be one in the same?

"Rizzoli, you look like shit," Frost said as he sat a cup of coffee onto Jane's desk.

"And you look peachy," her sarcasm didn't go unnoticed.

"Woah, partner, I'm just sayin'."

Cavanaugh saved Frost in the nick of time, "As most of you are aware, we lost two fine officers to carelessness. If it's not embarrassing enough, it happened in our own parking garage." He glanced at the ground and continued, "The public outcry has been nothing short of panic. I want all detectives working together to find Townes. BOLO's are out all over the country, but I want BPD to redeem itself. One of us needs to find this bastard."

"Any hits on the car he jacked," Korsak asked.

"None yet. He probably swiped the plates or changed get-a-way cars. Frost, I want you watching the city cameras for anything the techs could've missed. Rizzoli, you made the arrest. If Townes makes good on his threat, I figure your ass is on the front line along with Dr. Isles. Go after him. See if he has any family he could be in contact with."

Jane grabbed her coffee and took a sip before opening her laptop to begin the search.

"If any of you talk to the press, I want you in your blues." Whines and groans could be heard around the bullpen. "I don't wanna hear it. Boston needs to see us in uniform. Think of it as public relation. If you go out on leads. Blues. If you find Townes, you better be wearing your Boston stripes when you take the son of a bitch down." With his words, Cavanaugh left.

"Can you believe this crap?" Frost shook his head as he started watching footage.

"So Cavanaugh wants us to take time out and go home to dig out our old uniforms before we catch a cop killer? That makes a hell of a lot of sense," Jane muttered. She hunkered down. The detective knew she was in for another long day.

Rizzoli stepped into her old blues and tucked her hat under her arm. She had the address of Townes' ex wife and here she was making sure her tie was straight. Jane situated her gun belt before heading out of her apartment.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

"Shit."

Four new text messages popped up onto the screen.

I'd love to see you tonight -Casey.

Jane typed a short and sweet message. Maybe later. Big case. The last thing she needed right now was Casey trying to get back into her good graces.

I'm sorry. You know I hate it when you hate me.

A second one from Maura showed on the same screen. Thank you.

"Oh, you're most welcome," Jane grinned like a school girl as she typed. No sweat drool face. Let me or Frankie check your house tonight. Please don't go inside alone.

Before Jane could read the last message, Maura had already texted back.

She did. I was here.