Waking up with the pain in her side, a huge hangover and a soul that was placed on a hot hook wasn't something nice. Hearing her mother humming was no help. Jane was aware that her mother would scold her for leaving the hospital alone. But the only person she longed for wasn't here, the person who she craved for, the only one who could stop her soul from bleeding out. New tears streamed down her cheeks, wetting the fabric of her couch. Avoiding giving away that she was awake wasn't easy but Jane wasn't willing to talk to anybody, less of all her mother. Her bladder was the one who made the decision that she had to stand up and go to the bathroom. Rising up she caught the attention of an Angela Rizzoli in helicopter mode.

"Janie!" She started but Jane interrupted her. "No now ma, I have to pee and after that all I want is more beer and hopefully been out again." Angela never before saw her daughter so determined and wounded.

Coming back from the bathroom, there was a nice meal served and Jane's stomach started to grumble.

"Sit down and eat!" Her mother told her. "Then we talk."

"I'm not in the mood to talk, ma. Momentary I'm sorrier that the damned bullet didn't kill me. Would have solved a lot of problems."

"Don't say anything like this, Janie, a depression like the one you're having now isn't uncommon after such an experience."

"That's something Maura told you." Jane spoke in a flat unattached voice.

"What happened between you girls?" Angela asked, worried about those two women.

A sudden anger raged through her veins and Jane couldn't hold it back any longer.

"Your daughter told her that she is in love with her, that's all. Because she can't take it, the good doctor took her space. Anything else?" The aggressive sound wasn't missed by Angela but the confession was a lot to stomach. "Don't BS me ma, yes Maura is polite but that is something she is always but she isn't any longer interested in a closer relationship of any kind. Proof? She's not here, isn't she?"

The hurt she heard while Jane spoke cut deep into Angela's heart. Knowing that her daughter was like an iceberg when it came to her feelings, she knew that what she saw was only the tip.

"Janie..."

"Don't ma; I don't want to talk about it, not now, not ever." Jane left the table and the half eaten meal, walked over to her bedroom and closed the door behind her. Cleaning up and putting the food into the fridge, Angela placed a note on the kitchen island, all it said was: 'I love you Janie'

In a certain house in Beacon Hill, a blond woman sat on her couch, a glass of wine in her hand but unable to drink of it or do anything else. Unsecure what to do; she saw that she was alone with a problem, alone the first time for years. Normally she would have gone to Jane, she would have told all to her best friend, making up a good part of her decisions while talking to her. Taking in the answers she would be provided with and then in the end she would go with the idea or politely decline. But this time? This time it was different. This time it was Jane who was the one to talk about. What if they tried it and it didn't work out? How would they go back? She was going to lose her best, her only real friend. This time it was at her to cry. Out of a sudden the bell of her door chimed and someone knocked. Carefully Maura took a look out of the window by the door, surprised she opened the door.

"Hello Angela! Come in." She stepped aside, to polite to tell the mother of her best friend to go home and let her feel miserable as she did.

"I see that Jane isn't the only one working on her feelings." Angela declared. "Jane is stubborn as ever but eventually I can help you!" Maura shook her head. "I am not sure how that should be." She said.

Angela sat down beside Maura and took her hand. "Okay Sweetie, let me ask you something and you don't have to tell me but you have to tell yourself honestly the answer. Okay?" After a long moment Maura nodded "Yes, I think I can do it."

"When you are alone, do you think about Jane? Do you want her around you, want her to annoy you? Do you miss her sarcastic remarks? Do you miss her hand at you lower back when she guides you through a door? Miss her stepping in for you when someone tries to make you feel small? Miss the way she calms you down with a touch or a smile? How do you feel sitting alone in front of your TV without her muttered remarks while a cheesy scene is on the screen or you watching some documentary. Did you ever imagine how it feels when she kisses you? How it feels to lie in her arms?" Angela rose and stepped to the kitchen island, placing a key on it.

"I don't know if you got a key from Jane but this one is for her door. Think about the things I asked you and then, when you think it is the thing you want to do, I don't talk about you feel it the right thing to do, only that you think that you want to do it – then do it!" While Maura was still sorting out what Angela said to her, the older woman started to walk out of the door.

"Would it be okay for you that your daughter is in a same sex relationship?" Maura asked in a low voice.

"Maura, I am old but I learned something in my time. You can't force someone to love or to not love another person. Oh come on; my Janie could get someone far worse. I mean, you are a doctor, that's something I always dreamed of. And I think that with you I still have a chance for grandchildren – and don't get me wrong! I want some, the more the merry! That's something you should think about too. Can you imagine yourself to wake up to her every morning and to raise some children with her? Messy that she is?" Angela kissed her head. "Good night Sweetie!" With that she was gone. Standing at the door of her car, Angela looked up to the sky and send a silent prayer that her two favorite girls will find their way to happiness, which ever it will be.

Maura sat back on her couch for about two more hours, than she started pacing through her living room. Her thoughts running with the speed of light. While she fought with her feelings, her subconscious made the decision. Next moment she found herself in her car, the key to Jane's apartment in her hand. This time in the night, the drive took her only twenty minutes until she stood in front of the building Jane's apartment was in. Using the key, Maura stepped inside. In front of the door to Jane she stopped for a short moment but before she could turn around she found her hand inserting the key into the lock. Opening the door as silent as possible, Maura entered the apartment, straining her hearing to find her friend. The room was dark except the TV which was turned on but only entertaining an empty room. Putting her shoes beside the door, Maura walked through the room towards the bedroom door, hesitating a last time. Stepping inside she saw in the light that came inside from the lamps on the street Jane on her back, only wearing a tank top and some panties. Carefully to not to wake up the other woman, Maura walked to the bed, taking of her dress and her bra, she slipped onto the bed and under the arm of Jane. Feeling the skin of the taller woman on hers she felt complete for the first time in her life. Sure that it was the place she wanted to be, she moved her hand on the stomach of the other, placed her leg on the ones of Jane and was asleep the next second.

Waking up the next morning was a little bit strange for Jane, first thing she registered was something across her chest, a hand under her top on her breast and a leg intertwined with hers. Second thing her brain sorted out was the smell she connected with Maura, the way her shampoo smelled, her body wash and simple the personal smell that was all Maura, third was a mess of honey blond hair. Then she recognized that her tank top was off and she was skin to skin, breast to breast with the other woman, made her all of a sudden going up.

"Hnngh!" Was a not so expected reaction for Jane, "Go back to sleep!" A very sleepy Maura told her. Very confused, Jane fell back. As soon as Jane was lying again, Maura cuddled deeper in Jane's form. Carefully, Jane placed a hand on Maura's back, ready to take it back in a heartbeat.

"You can place it where ever you like." Maura told her. Taking her head up she gave the very perplexed woman under her a grin and with a wink "Even on my butt, honestly – I like the idea of that!" With that she place her head back on Jane's chest, gripping her stronger while her lips blew little raspberries on her skin.

"How comes?" Jane asked cautiously.

"Your mother asked my a few questions and when I figured out the answers, I knew that this is what I want. Simple as that."

"You're sure? I mean…"

"Yes Jane, I am sure. Though why don't you kiss your girlfriend and let her feel how much you like it to have her nearly naked in your arms?" Maura shot her a wicked grin and the first for a long time, Jane laughed without any sorrows.

"Do any off you have an idea if we will ever know what really happened to Jane?" Timothy sat on a bench in the Boston Commons. His sisters shook their heads. It was now three years that their Aunt was gone and they included her still this way or another in their conversations.

"She could simply be dead, nothing for us to recognize. Her going back builds an alternate universe, although nothing we would know. From here, there are an infinite number of possibilities. All we can do is hope that she found peace and happiness."

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I hope you liked the story but as sorry as I am, this one is done. But there is still the Guardian Angel in the woods who fights me nail and toes to come out and there is another story working on my mind.

Thanks again to all that send a pm or gave a review!

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(Or as it was said in the original german version: Wenn es Ihnen gefallen hat, dann erzählen Sie es weiter. Wenn es Ihnen nicht gefallen hat, dann behalten Sie es für sich! Nur so können wir jeden Abend ausverkauft sein! :D )