A/N: While I'm trying to get my brain working again to update my newer stories, I thought it might be fun to throw a Rizzles story or two up. Continuing the trend of short stories I wrote awhile ago...this is one that is just light, fluffy Rizzles, yay!

"Jane?"

Maura uses her key to Jane's place after she's knocked a few times and hasn't gotten a response. Frankie had called her to tell her that Jane had been out drinking with the boys, had gotten uncharacteristically drunk, and even though Frankie tried to stay and watch her when they dropped her off at her place, she had kicked him out.

"She'll listen to you though, Maur. She won't mind if you're there. Just keep an eye on her, would ya?"

"Of course, Frankie," Maura had said, and had sped over to Jane's place. She wasn't certain why. Jane was surely fine. She had simply had a very long week, a particularly hard case for her. She wouldn't talk too much about it, but Maura knew that the death of a young woman training to be a cop who had a couple younger brothers was definitely affecting her, hitting her personally.

"Jane, it's me," she calls, walking into Jane's place.

She hears a thump, and worried, runs towards Jane's bedroom, calling out Jane's name.

She's about to throw open the door and then she hears it.

"Well, she's all you'd ever want, she's the kind I'd like to flaunt and take to dinner."

Jane is singing. Her voice is husky, deeper than usual, probably from the alcohol. But not bad at all. Sort of…sexy?

Maura slaps a hand over her forehead. She's not the intoxicated one. Get it together. This is your best friend. Your drunk best friend.

She cracks open the door, about to go into the room and announce herself, but then she catches sight of Jane. She is dancing in her bra and boxers. Jane does a twirl and then flips her long curly hair.

Maura just stands there, half mesmerized.

"She's got style, she's got grace, she's a winner."

Jane continues singing. Maura covers her mouth her hand, trying not to laugh, as Jane does another twirl and ends in a pose that's so dramatic and unlike her.

"She's a lady, woahhhh she's a lady. And the lady is…"

At this Jane trails off, her energy dissipating suddenly. "Well not mine, but sort of mine."

She sighs dramatically, and flops onto her back on the bed. Maura furrows her brow at the sudden mood change.

"Maura," Jane almost hums, and at first Maura is confused thinking Jane has seen her. She's about to step into the room and then Jane continues.

"Shit, I can't have these feelings for my best friend…shit," Jane sighs, almost in defeat. "I wish you knew though."

Maura's heart seems to have stopped beating. She doesn't think she's breathing. She can't believe what she's hearing. Jane was singing about her? She has feelings that go beyond a friendship?

Maura thinks her heart might fall out of her chest as she opens the door to Jane's room, but she can't watch Jane sullen like this any longer. Not with this fluttering in her stomach, these undeniable signs of attraction to her best friend Maura's been trying to deny for years now.

"Jane," she says, the word falling from her lips softly.

Jane jolts up as if she has screamed her name, however. She grins up at Maura as soon as she sees her, then looks down at herself and around the room. Her smile drops.

"Uh, what are you doing here? How long have you been here?"

Jane's racing now to grab a t-shirt that somehow has ended up strewn on top of the mirror of her dresser. As she puts it on, Maura catches sight of Jane's abs flexing, feels a little weak at the knees, then looks away.

"Well, Frankie said that you might want some company," she manages to get out.

Jane shakes her head, clearly annoyed with her brother.

"I wanted to come, Jane. Don't be mad at him. I was the one who insisted."

Jane smiles a little at this. "You always worry too much, you know."

"No, I….I just wanted to spend time with my best friend. We haven't really done that in awhile."

Jane runs a hand through her hair, stumbling a little as she heads for the bed. "What are you talking about, saw you all week."

She falls flat onto her face on the bed and grunts.

"Yeah, but I just meant," Maura pulls at her fingers. "Not like, you know, not like this. Just you and me. No case to solve."

Maura feels so nervous, maybe she shouldn't make even a hint towards anything.

But then Jane looks up at Maura, blowing strands of hair out of her face and flashes her a smile. Maura feels better instantly.

"Yeah, I know. Come here," Jane says non-chantly patting the space next to her on the bed, then sticking her head in a pillow.

"Did you drink any water, Jane?"

"Yeah, I did, Doctor. Don't worry," Jane mutters into the pillow.

Without lifting her head she reaches out her arm towards Maura across the bed, searching until she catches Maura's hand. She squeezes Maura's fingers. Maura can't help but grin.

"Lie with me, Maur."

Maura has come prepared in comfortable clothes she can sleep in. She even brought a tooth brush and some other supplies for her bedtime routine, but the way Jane is holding her hand makes her give in and just lie down right then. She switches off the lamp as she settles next to Jane.

Her heart is racing, which is ridiculous considering how many times she has slept in the same bed as Jane. Things are different tonight though. Maura's feelings aren't locked away like they usually are, and Jane is different and after what she was singing…

Maura isn't sure what makes her say it, but after rubbing her thumb across the back of Jane's hand, over Jane's scar 21 times, she whispers into the dark.

"I could be yours, Jane. I mean sort of feel like I already am. But I'd be yours if you wanted."

Maura feels Jane shift next to her, knows she lifts her head up from the pillow, though she can't see Jane.

"What?"

But it's not a bad what. Just surprised, curious, maybe somewhat excited.

"That song you were singing. The part: 'and the lady is mine'."

Maura takes a deep breath. "You can sing that part, okay? I'll be yours."

There's silence, but it's not the scary kind. It's the one before you know something good and exciting and new is about to happen.

She feels Jane move closer, place a head on Maura's shoulder, wrap a tentative arm around Maura's waist.

"Really? I'd um. I'd like…I mean, I've always sort of…" Jane is stumbling over her words, raw and mismatched.

Maura impulsively kisses Jane's head, than maneuvers herself to be face to face with Jane. She cups Jane's cheek, tracing her delicate cheekbones.

Jane leans into Maura's touch, slides her hand further around Maura's waist.

And then it just happens. Just like that, they are kissing, and Maura is thrilled and elated and scared all at once, because Jane Rizzoli's lips against hers, the way she grips Maura's waist and the way she twirls her long fingers in Maura's hair—it is the most amazing thing to ever happen to her. And she also knows they can never go back.

It is life-changing. And in just one moment of time.

But isn't that how all of the best things are?

Hope you enjoyed it! :)