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What!? Two chapters in one day again?! Seriously, don't get used to it! Chap 3 was meant to be up yesterday, that's why there is two today. And because I had time.

Long A/N today (that's not uncommon with me...) Thanks to CarrieLovett on tumblr who is beta-ing these for me. Although since she is away currently these few are un beta, but read through and spell checked by me, and then once she has beta-d in a few days, I will re upload with the beta-d. No difference though, (if there are any) spelling errors, grammatical errors, stuff like that will be fixed.

Anyway...
Holy crap, you guys. Honestly, I'm blown away by this. I know its not the most popular fic, but to stay this started as a oneshot, sort of drabble piece that I wrote at half past one in the morning, I'm honestly shocked. I can't tell you how much it means, every time I get an email telling me someone followed it, or reviewed. Honestly, it means so much to me. Thank you.

Okay, now I'm finished being soppy and rambling here it is, chapter four. Hope you enjoy:)

Maura's lips found Jane's quickly. They met in what started as a quick kiss, but slowly turned into a passionate kiss. Maura drew her tongue across Jane's lower lip, asking for entrance that Jane immediately granted. Their tongues battling for dominance. Jane slowly reached around Maura's body, dragging her closer, before her phone vibrated in its holster on her waist.

The sudden movement against her waist broke the two women apart. Jane's eyes were wide, but not in a good way. She looked shocked, but there was something else in her eyes. Something Maura couldn't place right now.

Undeterred, Maura leaned back up, hoping for another kiss.

"Whoa Maura!" Jane dipped down and was suddenly across the room, pacing.

Maura looked over at her, confused.

"Jane?"

"Crap, Maura I'm sorry, I can't do this."

Jane slipped by Maura, opened the door and left before Maura could even work out what was going on.

Maura blinked, trying to make sense of it. When she finally rushed out of the door the elevator doors closed, sealing Jane behind them. There was a sense of finality about the doors closing. Jane wasn't going to come back to Maura now. Maybe later, but that moment between them was over.

Jane's sudden departure unsettled Maura. That never happened to her. She was always the one to leave. No-one left Maura Isles. Whether they were with her for sex, money or just general arm candy, she always walked away. She refused to be hurt. Not again.

Jane rushed away from Maura's office. She called for the elevator, begging for it to take her away from here. A sharp contrast from only 20 minutes ago.

The doors opened and she rushed in, hitting the button on the way in. She fell back against the wall. Her hand automatically landed on her lips.

What was that?!

Just before the doors closed Jane watched Maura rush out of her office. The panic and confusion clear on her face. Jane dropped her hand and hung her head as the elevator moved.

It didn't take Jane long to get home. A quick stop by the store for some beer, and then straight home. She had planned on getting so drunk she couldn't even consider thinking about what happened. Except she was technically on call. There was an active case she had to think about. So instead of getting wasted she did the next best thing. She threw herself into her work. Files everywhere. Photo's stuck to the wall, names scribbled across them. It was supposed to help. And for a while it did, until she spotted the reports from Maura.

One look at her name and signature at the bottom and all she could think about was her.

This is crazy. I barely know her! Come on Rizzoli, head in the game! You met her last night, you screwed her. Time to move on. Well, I guess there was the kiss as well. God, what was that about? I barely kiss the girls when I'm busy with them, but never after. It was nice though. No. Can't think like this, got to figure out this case. Then we can just move on. If I just never see her we can pretend it never happened. And I'll have to make a conscious effort not to stare down her shirt. Or at her ass. Or her face. Or her boobs in general. Crap. I can't not look at her. Alright, maybe one or the other? Would she notice if I stared at her ass but not her boobs? Nahh...can't limit myself to just ass, she's got great boobs. Wait, shit. That's not going to help. Fucks sake. Come on Rizzoli, think case. Think case.

And for a while it worked. She got back to work. She narrowed down her ideas. She sorted out a game plan and then packed her stuff away.

It was nearing 4pm when she was done. She thought about going for a quick nap, maybe till 6, then a shower and back to work.

Maura walked back into her office and looked at the folders on her desk. In her rush to pick them up and walk to Jane they were picked up out of order. Now they lay spread over her sparsely covered desk. She spent a half hour sorting them out.

After they were sorted she sat there for a little while. She didn't know what to do. Pike had sorted most things before she left. There weren't any new bodies. All the tests were being run. No routine autopsies. She really had nothing to do. This normally would not have been a problem for her. She would normally read, or shop. Except in her new office she had not had the chance to bring any of her things in. Her laptop was in her bag, but she didn't know the Wi-Fi password, and she had no idea where to get the information.

So, that left her with her thoughts. She tried to think of anything but Jane, but that just didn't happen.

Why would she leave? Did I do something? Was I too forward? Oh great. I shouldn't have done that. I probably scared her off. The first friend I had here. Now I have no-one! Well, I guess that's not much different to normal. Maybe if I had more practice at this? What if she just wanted it to be a onetime thing? Did she say anything about that? No, she said if I were back we should do it again. So what did I do? She was looking down my shirt. Or was she? Oh dear. I've probably messed this one up.

Tired of thinking about this, Maura noted the time, grabbed her jacket, purse and keys. She signed out and left a note on her desk to call if there was anything that required her. She reached her car and drove quickly out of the underground parking lot.

It didn't take her long to get home. She parked in her garage, came in through the side entrance to her house.

Her house was currently a work in progress. She had only been living in Boston a week. Her furniture had been here longer than her. Boxes stood piled everywhere. Walls unpainted. The only thing in place was her bed, couch, fridge, bathroom and carpets.

She had specifically chosen her house because it was new. Normally she would be one for older houses, houses that had history. Stories to be told, a history to be learnt. But this time, since she was moving to a brand new city with no friends or family in the area, she wanted a project. The house had no history, but it was a blank canvas. People assumed that because her mother was an artist that Maura would either detest it, or follow in her footsteps.

To a certain degree they were right. Maura adored art. But it wasn't her life. So, her project was the house. Decorating it completely the way she wanted. She hadn't planned on being so busy as soon as she arrived. She had hoped for a couple days in between arriving and starting work. However, there was a lot of paperwork to be filled out, shopping to be done, Bass to be picked up and more meaningless tasks than she could count.

So today with a break in hand, she dropped her things on the counter and went to her wardrobe to search for some work clothes.

She searched through the box with her plans in, found the correct ones, grabbed the paint and set to work in her study.

She worked in silence for a few hours. Her silence would occasionally be broken by Bass bumping into something, or her singing something, but otherwise it was quiet, and perfect.

Maura had always been able to lose herself in a task, a blessing and a curse. Today she was thankful for it. She did not have to think about Jane. That was until the phone rang at 6:30pm.

"Doctor Isles?"

Her voice sounded foreign, misplaced in the silence.

She was informed by Jane that there were more bodies, 3 this time. Jane told the Doctor that she would pick her up in 20 minutes. Maura hung up hastily, trying to avoid an awkward silence. She rushed to the shower, washed quickly, dressed even quicker and threw some makeup in her bag.

She opened the door as Jane walked up the path. Maura nodded at Jane, but no words were exchanged. The whole ride to the crime scene was in silence, not unlike both women's afternoons, but this silence was an unwelcome one.

Maura didn't expect Jane to pullover so suddenly, but as she went to get out of the car Jane stopped her.

"Don't. This isn't the crime scene."

Maura looked at her, lost.

"Why would we stop if it's not the scene? I don't see a stop sign? Or traffic lights? Is there a problem with the car? I'm quite skilled when it comes to ca-"

"Maura, quiet."

The doctor opened her mouth as if to protest.

Jane waited a moment, and then another. She gathered her confidence. She turned to Maura, cupped her face and turned so they looked at each other.

Jane inched forward, registering the confusion on Maura's face.

Maura finally realized what was happening and closed the final gap. Their lips met, at first in just a chaste kiss. Maura intended to pull away after that, not wanting a repeat incident.

On the other side of the car, that was exactly what Jane wanted. She wanted a kiss exactly like that morning. She wanted to test a theory. She wanted to if she felt the same. She desperately didn't want to feel the same. She wanted it to be a fluke. But then, when she really thought about it, would it be that awful?

So, when Maura tried to pull away, Jane pulled her closer. Deepening the kiss, dragging it out. Her tongue asking for entrance to Maura's mouth. And she felt it. She couldn't describe what exactly it was. She felt at home, she felt safe. She didn't feel self conscious; she didn't worry about her scars. Hoyt was no longer at the front of her mind, he wasn't here. She felt comfortable with this woman. Which was more than she'd felt in a long time. Except, she didn't know this woman. They hadn't even known each other 24 hours and she felt more at home with this woman than she did with anyone else.

And Jane didn't like it. She didn't understand it. She's never felt like this, and the last person she expected it to be with was a stranger, a colleague, a woman.

It was new, it was frightening and comforting at the same time. It overwhelming and not enough. It was confusing, and yet everything seemed to fit into place.

All in one kiss. She didn't know what to do, how to handle it. So she did what she did best. She ran.

Jane broke the kiss.

"Fuck." She whispered under her breath. She turned back to the wheel, started the car and drove off to the scene in silence.

A/N - And there we go, chapter four. I hope you enjoyed it. And I hope that last little bit made sense, a reviewer mentioned it being a bit wordy. It was an overall positive review, and I appreciate the review very much for saying that, I like to be able to improve, so I hope that last bit made sense, and it wasn't too wordy.

As always, you guys have been absolutely amazing with your reviews and favourites and follows, so please do continue. Good or bad, loving it, or never wanting to see it again. Do let me know!:)

Also, I'm thinking of writing in a little smut in the next chapter or one after? It won't be super happy smut, and it will have negative outcomes. (This will end happy, I promise!) so, opinions? (on the chapter, and the smut!:)

Thanks for reading, I'll see you in chapter 5!:D