It was a summer night, rain was falling steadily cooling the Boston streets with each drop. Two women were leaving their favorite bar and were ready to continue the night at ones home or another. It wasn't a date, it was nothing more than two friends spending time together, but there was something special about that night. It's still unknown if it had anything to do with the alcohol consumed or the layer of steam that was dancing just above the black top, but the evening felt magical. Each woman allowed their looks to linger longer, each touch was allowed to last, and one woman with perfectly styled honey blonde waves allowed her heart to lead her that night. She stopped in her wet tracks and pulled the taller woman under a store awning next to her car. As she pulled the muscular frame into her feminine body, feeling dampness everywhere, she looked up into soft brown eyes and was lost. Every night could be like this. Every night with her would be magical. Because in her life Jane Rizzoli was magic.
Allowing her delicate hand to brush along a damp cheek and trace sharp features, all she saw in the eyes looking back was adoration. Before she had the chance to ask permission, two scarred hands were cupping her face and wet lips were pressed softly against her own. When she started to kiss back with years worth of pent-up passion, she was stopped by those same hands separating them.
"This is stupid." The heavenly, raspy voice said before eyes opened to meet the shocked ones already staring back.
"What?" She asked through a trembling set of lips. If the detective didn't feel the same way she did, Maura Isles was prepared to question every belief she ever had.
"This is stupid..." A mischievous grin started to pull at the corner of her delicious mouth, darkened hazel eyes couldn't turn away from the sexy sight, "that it took us so long." The smirk was now a full smile, Jane's million watt smile she reserved only for Maura. Perhaps only Maura could put that smile there.
And now I'll never see that smile until someone else puts it there. The doctor thought as she looked down into her red wine, ending the memory she allowed herself to replay. It was one of her favorite moments with Jane, one of the best moments of her life. A perfect start to what Maura thought was going to be a lifetime of happiness and perfection. A small tear escaped and travelled down her small nose, letting go of its hold it dropped right into her wine. The rings that formed on the surface were hypnotic and Maura just stared. A thump brought the woman out of her trance, looking down she saw that Bass had just bumped into the kitchen counter she had been sitting at for almost an hour now.
"Oh, Bass. Did I do what was right?" She knew he couldn't answer her. She knew he couldn't understand her. But she also knew she needed to talk before she lost herself all together. Then again, talking to a tortoise could be an indication that she was already lost. She lowered herself to sit next to her silent companion and continued the one-sided conversation. "I was just so tired, I had no strength to fight anymore. It was the only weakness in our relationship otherwise we were perfect together." She let out a bitter laugh and let her hand rest on the cool shell that sat to her right. "It wasn't even the fact that she didn't want to do those things, but that every time I tried to talk to her about it she wouldn't listen. She wasn't willing to bend." Quiet sobs began shaking her body as she hugged her knees close. The opening and closing of the back door alarmed her and she stood so quick it was dizzying.
"Oh! Maura! I'm sorry, I should've knocked. I didn't think you were home. Janie is still at the precinct so I just assumed.."
Shaking off the apology she responded quickly, "Angela, how many times in past couple of years have I told you this is your home too?" Maura looked at the woman she considered a mother. The Rizzoli's were her family, the only people that ever really treated her like family. How was the break-up going to effect that?
"I know, sweetie. But after that one time I walked in to Jane on the kitchen count-" her piercing gaze finally landed on Maura's tear-streaked face. "Maura, why are you crying?" The panic and affection the older woman held in her voice caused the tears to start anew. Angela let her motherly instincts lead the conversation as she pulled the heartbroken woman into a warm embrace. "What did my Janie do this time? I swear sometimes that girls head isn't screwed on right!" Maura let go, knowing that she had to explain her breakdown.
Standing up straight and collecting herself, Maura began her shaky explanation. "Angela, Jane and I have had a few bumps in the road over the past couple of years and I just grew tired." Angela just looked back at the sad woman, knowing there was more. "Last week I broke things off with Jane." She said, then taking a deep breath to help fight the pain that accompanied the confession.
"Oh my God." That was all Angela could manage. She had never prepared for this, she didn't even think it was a possibility for her two girls. "But you two are meant to be! After how long it took for you both to get your heads out of your asses, you're gonna end it!" It was more of a statement than question. Angela wasn't about to accept this. Maura just looked back confused, she wasn't sure what the head placement had to do with anything, but she assumed Angela meant they were blind and/or stupid.
"Angela please, this isn't easy for me." Maura pleaded, she didn't want to lose her family too.
"Then why are you doing it?" A simple question Maura knew the answer to, but speaking it still wasn't easy.
"Because I'm tired. Jane's nature and my nature are too different."
Angela just looked at Maura, taking a moment to figure out the unspoken. She knew deep down that this was her daughters fault. If something stupid happened and it made no sense, a Rizzoli kid was probably behind it. I have to have a talk with Jane. "Ok Maura. I just want my girls to be happy. You're my family too and even though this will be hard for a bit, we'll figure it out. After all, only you know what's best for Maura." She couldn't help but think about how young and fragile Maura looked as she pulled her into another tight hug. "I'll be right next door if you need me."
"Thanks Angela. But wait, didn't you need something? Isn't that why you came over here?"
"I was gonna make a snack, but I'm not really hungry anymore. Good night, Maura." Angela smiled as she closed the door behind her.
Jane is going to kill me for telling her. Maura made her way to the bedroom, finally being tired after all her crying. She went to her dresser and pulled out a BPD sweatshirt she couldn't bring herself to give back to Jane. She didn't put it on though. She just held it close as she got into bed and curled into a fetal position. The slight scent of the detective helped clear her clouded mind and put a small smile on her face. I'll revisit my decision tomorrow. Tonight I need to sleep.
Across town Detective Rizzoli shuffled through a stack of paperwork. That day her and Frost had interviewed over a dozen people. Colette's family, friends and coworkers, and not one seemed twisted enough to kill. Colette Stevenson was a loved woman, and a caring mother of two. After seeing how broken her husband was, she vowed not sleep until she found a lead. Something, anything. But all the right evidence seemed to be elusive. She wiped her face with her hands, spending an extra moment on her tired eyes. Looking at her partner, she couldn't ignore the fatigue that was pulling at his normally bright features.
"There's nothing here Frost, why don't you head home and get some rest."
"No." He shook his head. "That guy is a single father to twin girls now. If you're not resting, I'm not resting until we give him something so HE can rest better. I'm not worried about me." He set his jaw with a look of pure determination.
Jane smiled at him. Frost may be only a few years into his detective career, but he showed promise that Jane has yet to see from any young detective. "Good. I didn't really want to look through all this alone." She put her attention back to the file in front of her. She studied the crime scene photos, allowing her imagination to walk her through the park.
"Jane?"
"Yeah?" Her eyes were still on the photo.
"What's going on?"
Jane was startled by the question. She didn't think neither Frost not Korsak would have the balls to ask directly. She wasn't prepared for the question which meant she wasn't prepared with an excuse. "Maura broke up with me." If the statement didn't hurt to say, she would have laughed at the shocked look on her fellow detective's face. After a few moments passed, she wasn't sure whether he was going to say anything or not. "It was too good to be true anyway, right?" The laugh that accompanied the rhetorical question just lingered. "Someone like her ending up with someone like me? It goes against the laws of nature or whatever that crap is that Maura goes on about." Jane tried to dismiss the pain, tried to move passed it and get back to the case, but the sympathy that was radiating from her partners gaze sent a lump straight to her throat. And no matter how hard she tried to clear it, it just sat there.
"Jane, I'm so sorry. But you guys have to work it out. I mean, there's no two people that are meant to be together like you two. It's almost nauseating!" He laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
"I don't think so."
"Have you tried to talk to her?"
"No."
"Why not?"
Why not? Why. Not. Jane didn't think that far. What was keeping her from talking to Maura? Fear. "It's too scary. Now it hurts, but what if I talk to her and it hurts worse?"
"But what if it gets better?" Frost knew he shouldn't push Jane, but he hated seeing his friend so lost. "And worst case is that you stay broken up." Jane's teary brown eyes just looked at him with shock and fear, as if just the possibility of that would kill her. "But at least you'll get some closure."
The kiss last night was Maura's closure. I deserve mine too. "Maybe you're right Frost...but don't tell anyone I said that." She smiled back at her friend as she got up from her desk and stretched. She slapped her partner on the back in a silent thanks before she made her way out of the bullpen. "Keep checking the phone records and any social media sites she was on. I'm gonna get a coffee, want one?"
"I need six at this point."
"A large is the best I can do."
"I'll take what I can get."
They exchanged a small smile before Jane made her way down to the cafe. But when the elevator doors opened she scolded herself. Dammit. As if in autopilot she found herself outside the dark morgue. Sadness overwhelmed her as she allowed herself to think of Maura.
"Jane? What are you thinking about?" Maura asked as she let her fingertips play across the toned abdomen she was resting her head on.
"Hm?" Jane wasn't listening, she was lost in feeling. The feeling of Maura's blonde strands tickling her skin. The way her fingertips electrified her flesh every time she touched it. The way she was still trembling after hours of lovemaking. Maura made her feel so much. Maura made her feel alive.
"What. Are. You. Thinking. About. Jane. Rizzoli." Maura ended each word with a small kiss to the soft skin under her lips. Jane shivered visibly at the contact.
"I'm thinking about how much I love you. How much I've always loved you."
Maura lifted herself so she could kiss the smiling lips that spoke the words she always wanted to hear. She kissed from lips to ear and whispered loving confessions all through the night.
Jane shook her head and got back on the elevator, making sure she hit the button corresponding to the correct level this time. When the doors opened she was face to face with one of the few things that truly terrified her- A very angry Angela Rizzoli.
