A/N: Hey, please don't kill me! I am so incredibly sorry for taking so long, but my life is literally hell right now. I pinky promise that I'll try to update it soon! Don't forget to check my other stories. My new one is called Teenage Love Affair and I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy it too.

Anyways, happy reading!

Ps: I do not have a beta so all mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rizzoli&Isles nor these amazing character.

Maura stood in front of Frankie's building, which was located in a good neighbourhood and was far too fancy considering his cop salary. The blonde doctor wondered how in the hell he managed to keep that apartment, but then the thought of the his little cat possibly being in danger shook her out of her trance. She walked through the glass doors and an older man in a green uniform standing behind a wooden desk smiled up at her.

"How may I help you, Ma'am?" The doorman got up from his sitting position and ran his hands up and down his sides, looking at the younger woman. Maura got nervous almost immediately. What was she going to tell the man so that she doesn't sound delusional? She couldn't, under any circumstances tell him the truth.

"Well, you see, I am here to take a look at Frankie Rizzoli's cat. He has been in an accident and I just wanted to make sure that his furry little friend was taken care of." She offered him her most genuine smile and he returned it.

"Frankie Rizzoli from 1008?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh boy, hope he's alright. He's a nice fella."

"He is currently in a coma, but the doctors believe that he is going to be fine." She grabbed Frankie's keys from her purse and looked up at the man in front of her once again. "It was nice meeting you, but I do need to get to his apartment." The man only nodded, still taking in the informations the blonde doctor gave him about the lovely young man, and showed her the directions to the elevators.

Once again Maura pressed the elevator's button more than once, as if it would be faster. Is this going to be a new habit? She thought to herself and sighed deeply. The blonde woman entered the shaft as soon as the doors opened. She pressed the respective button and tapped her heels on the metal floor. Maura closed her eyes. Pretending to be someone's fiancee was proving to be harder than she expected.

She had a feeling that Jane didn't like her already and that she was suspicious of her, not that Maura could blame her. Besides, she didn't expect anything less from Boston's finest detective. Yes, she had heard of Jane's fierceness and toughness before. The detectives she was used to work with would always say how they admired Detective Rizzoli and how she was pretty good for a woman.

Maura had always been curious to meet the famous detective and when she finally did she was struck by her physique and beauty. She was indeed tough but she still had this softness and delicacy that had Maura bewildered. Her eyes were like deep pools of chocolate and Maura just couldn't help but feel drawn by it. The blonde doctor suddenly shook her head. Why in heavens am I thinking of her like that? You like Frankie, Maura.

The doors opened once again and Maura sauntered down the hall looking for Frankie's apartment. It took her just a few minutes to locate the simple white door on the left. She hurried up to unlock it and went straight to search the whereabouts of the little cat after depositing her belonging in the nearest chair.

"Hey kitty kitty." Maura whispered as she opened the can of cat food. "Where are you?" The doctor looked around the large living room, under the dinner table, behind the couch and nothing. No sign of the cat. She sighed and headed to the kitchen, calling out for the cat once more. When she opened the door she felt like she hit something. Until she heard a muffled "Ouch!".

Maura was startled at first but then her doctor instinct kicked in and she rushed through the door to help whoever it was that she had hit. When familiar brown orbs looked up at her, Maura had to take a moment to breathe. Jane was standing right there in front of her, her hand holding on to her nose while the other grasped at the edge of the counter to keep balance.

"Oh my goodness. I am so sorry, Jane!" Maura immediately took a step closer in order to check for any injuries. "Here, let me check that for you." She pushed Jane's hand away from her face slowly and brushed her fingers on the sides of her nose. "Hairline fracture of the nasal bone above the lateral nasal cartilage. It's not disfiguring." She tried to smile but Jane just narrowed her gaze at her.

"Can you pop this out for me?" Jane asked, a little more relaxed.

"Might hurt a little. Okay?"

"Okay." Maura's skilled fingers placed Jane's bone back in place and both women heard a light crack. The pain immediately hit Jane and her grasp on he counter grew harder, her knuckles turning white. "Ow! "A little"?"

Maura opened the freezer and grabbed a pack of green beans and handed it to Jane. "Put some ice on it for the next 24 hours so you don't look like Mike Tyson." The blonde doctor smiled again and patted Jane's shoulder.

"What the hell are you even doing here?" Jane pressed the pack on her nose, the cold relieving some of the throbbing pain.

"I'm here to feed Frankie's cat, but I can't seem to find it."

"That's because Frankie doesn't have a cat." Jane arched her eyebrow at the doctor and expected an explanation. But right that moment the ring of a little bell caught their attention. Both of them directed their gaze to the source of the sound and Maura allowed herself to sigh in relief. There it was, a little white furry cat walking slowly towards the women. Maura lowered herself and got the cat in her hands, looking at the small name tag.

"Hello there, Snuggles. I've been looking for you all over the place.".

Jane just stood there, staring as the other woman put the contents of the can in a small bowl and gave it to the cat. This whole situation was just too weird and Jane couldn't help but wonder what else Frankie was not telling her.

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