A/N: I'm enjoying writing this story, so here's the next chapter already. Hope you enjoy it. Please review.
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At nearly forty weeks gestation and being on maternity leave, Jane was getting restless and bored. She wanted to work but with Justice coming any day now, she was meant to be at home, resting up for the big day. But with Maura out at work nearly everyday until about six at night, Jane was lonely.
Not long after Maura left for work, Jane had a bath and got dressed before heading down to the department, she couldn't spend one more day alone, bored. Both the apartment and Maura's house were spotlessly clean. The nesting phase had hit Rizzoli hard. And both places had been cleaned multiple times since she went on full maternity leave at thirty two weeks.
Upon walking into the Homicide Bullpen, Detective Vince Korsak was the first to notice the heavily pregnant, waddling, Jane Rizzoli enter the room, rubbing her large baby bump in discomfort as she headed over to her desk.
"Rizzoli! What on Earth are you doing here? You're supposed to be resting with the baby coming any day," Korsak scolded his ex partner, looking up from his paperwork.
Jane moaned, cradling her vast expanded abdomen as she slowly sat down. "I'm bored," she whined. "I want to work. I need to work."
With a sigh, Korsak got up and took a seat on the chair beside Rizzoli's desk, taking one of her hands in his. "Jane, you need to rest. Justice will be here any day now. And you need the energy to deliver her, then to look after her," he said softly, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb. He cared deeply for her. He saw her like a little sister, although he would never admit that.
Jane licked her dry lips and moved trying to get comfortable but to no avail. "Can't even get comfortable anymore," she muttered, "this is ridiculous." She moaned again, feeling yet another twinge of pain. She'd been feeling them since the day before but they were getting more regular and more frequent. She hadn't told Maura though, she just assumed that they were just Braxton Hick's contractions again and not the real thing. She'd been getting them since she was about thirty four weeks and the doctor told her that her body was just getting ready to give birth.
Watching Jane's face, the frown and the pain sketched in her features worried Korsak. "Jane? Are you okay?" he asked, "Is it time?" He was beginning to panic.
"Help me up," Jane ordered, holding out her hand. She was ignoring that question.
Vince helped her up but still asked again. "Rizzoli, are you in labour?"
"Of course not!" she snapped. "I'm going down to the morgue to see Maura," she said simply and waddled toward the elevators.
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Maura was conducting the last bits of an autopsy on a thirty something year old man, who had looked to be murdered in the park, only Maura had just concluded in the autopsy that it was not foul play but the results of a major acute myocardial infarction. A heart attack. Which appeared to be brought on from stress and his way of life including his diet.
Hearing the glass door to the morgue open, Maura looked up to see her heavily pregnant girlfriend walk in. The same girlfriend she had told to stay home today and rest up as much as possible.
"Jane, baby, what are you doing here?" she gently scolded her lover as she finished sewing the poor man back up, half watching Jane waddle up to the table.
Moaning in discomfort still and rubbing her bump, Jane looked up at Maura. "I came to see my girlfriend, that a crime?
"Well, no," replied Maura, "But Jane, you could go in to la... Baby, you are in labour!" she cried, watching Jane's face.
"No, I'm not, don't be ridiculous! They're just twinges!" replied Jane, adamantly.
"How often are these 'twinges' coming?" asked Maura, using two fingers on each hand like quotation marks.
Jane bit her bottom lip. "I've been getting them since yesterday. They're getting more regular and painful though," she softly admitted, rubbing the bottom of her bump.
"How often, Janie?" Maura asked again.
"Every five minutes."
Maura gasped. "Baby, you know you have a high pain threshold. Why were you ignoring it? You've been in labour since yesterday," she said and rushed over to the sink to wash up.
Jane opened her mouth to reply but the next pain was too much for her to hide the pain. "Ahhhh!" she cried, leaning forward and holding on to an unoccupied metal table.
After drying her hands, Maura ran over to Jane. "Come on, baby, let's get you to the hospital."
Suddenly, Jane looked up at Maura. A terrified look on her face. Something Maura hadn't seen the shooting. "Maur, I... I think it's too late for that."
"Too late?"
Jane nodded. "I think the baby is coming now!" she cried.
"Right now?" Maura was beginning to panic. She didn't do a OB/GYN rotation in Medical School, now she was wishing that she had though because it would surely come in handy right now.
"Ahhh! Yes, damn it!" Jane screamed out in pain. She was trying to remember what she called stupid breathing that she was taught in that Lamaz class that Maura made her go to.
"Okay, okay," Maura gulped, trying to think of what to do.
A few moments and another contraction passed before Jane screamed. "Maura! A little help here would be nice!"
"Oh! Oh, Janie," said Maura, snapping out of her thoughts. "I'm sorry, baby. Come into my office. Looks like you'll be delivering here," she cooed, helping Jane into the carpeted room.
"In the morgue? Ahhhh!"
"In my office, Janie, so not quite the morgue," Maura offered as she helped Jane down on to the floor. It was the best that she could offer.
"Ahh! Damn, it hurts! Whatever, just get her out of me!" cried Jane. She couldn't understand how on Earth the pain peeked so high in a matter of a contraction or two.
Maura began to ease Jane out of her maternity pants, without saying a word. She didn't want Jane to know that she was actually freaking out.
"Maur, baby, you know I love you. But I can't make love with you right now," smirked Jane, panting, preparing herself for the next contraction. Her sense of humour still visible for the moment.
"Jane, you can't deliver Justice with your underwear on," replied Maura, as she next helped Jane out of her panties. "Oh, my!"
"What?" Jane asked, afraid that something was wrong. She leaned up on her elbows to see.
"Janie, you're going to have to push. I can see Justice's head," she replied and grabbed a mirror. "See."
"Oh gross! Put that down!" cried Jane. She hadn't planned on watching her daughter come out of her.
"Sorry," Maura whispered and placed the mirror beside her. "Oh crap! I didn't grab some gloves." She sighed but decided against leaving her girlfriend right now. Especially as Jane cried out and began to push. "Good, Janie. Good. She's coming quickly!" Maura gushed happily.
"Maur," Jane panted, in between contractions. "You know this is going to get messy. Go get what we need. You have some time. I feel this is going to take awhile," Jane tried to assure herself, as much as Maura.
Maura nodded and rushed back into the morgue to get some sterile drapes, things she could use to clamp off the umbilical cord, a scalpel to cut it and a pipette to extract fluid from the baby's mouth and nose.
"Maura!" Jane cried out a couple minutes later, mid push.
"I'm coming, baby!" Maura called back and tried to run back to Jane in high heels and with the items in her arms. Trying not to trip and fall.
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Half an hour past and Jane was spent. "I... I can't do it anymore, Maur," she panted, still holding around the back of her knees.
Maura leaned over with a small towel and wiped the sweat from Jane's face. She had called an ambulance some time before and they were still waiting on it. "Her head is half out, Janie. Come on, push again. She'll be here real soon. You can do this. You are doing this."
In response, Jane nodded and took a few deep breaths as she felt the next contraction coming on. At the moment it hit, she pushed with all her remaining energy.
"Head's out. Just one more, baby," Maura praised, rubbing the side of Jane's thigh.
"Maura, I'm so tired," whispered Jane, exhausted.
"I know, baby. But our little girl is nearly here. Just got to pass her shoulders and I can guide her out from there," Maura coached, as she used the pipette to extract fluid from the baby's nose and mouth.
Jane nodded and pushed once more when the contraction hit full force. She screamed with it, like it gave her more power.
A new baby's cry then suddenly filled the room.
"Oh, my God!" both Jane and Maura cried simultaneously.
"Welcome to the world, Justice Rose Rizzoli-Isles," Maura crooned as she wiped the baby down before wrapping her up warmly. "Born March 11th 2011," Maura smiled, laying the baby on Jane's chest. "At 12:11pm. She looks very healthy and she's very vocal," she said, over Justice's screams.
"She's beautiful. Thank you, Maur. I love you. I love you and Justice," said Jane, caressing Justice's cheek as the baby began to settle down to her mother's touch.
"I love you and Justice too, Janie. You did so well," replied Maura, as she clumped of the umbilical cord.
The sound of sirens flooded the room.
"Oh, now they come," Jane laughed. "Oh, well. I'm actually glad you delivered her, Maur," she said and kissed Justice's head. "I think Justice is as well, aren't you sweetie?" she cooed to the baby, rubbing her hand over the baby's small amount of downy black hair.
"Me too," Maura agreed, smiling. Watching Jane holding the baby.
They were now a family.
