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Chapter 7
The more Jane thought about what she was doing, the more panic took hold of her.
She'd explained to Frost and Korsak the conversation she'd had with Doyle, leaving out the parts where he told her she was in love with Maura. She thought back to seeing her friend sleeping at the hospital and she could feel her heart tugging in her chest. On the one hand she was terrified that Maura had actually meant what she'd said about not wanting to have ever met her. On the other though she could only see the woman she loved hurting and she wanted to do anything to make that pain go away.
"Well anytime I pissed off one of my wives, I'd buy them chocolate or flowers and it seemed to do the trick," Korsak suggested with a smile.
"Yeah doesn't Maura really like those fudge clusters?" Added Frost with a glint in his eyes.
Jane eyed them both with suspicion before continuing, "Yes she does and that's not a bad idea if we were married and I'd stayed out late drinking with the guys. However, she's my best friend and I think shooting her father constitutes a bit more of a fuck up then having a few too many beers."
"I think you gotta go for the long game Jane," began Korsak, "You gotta make her feel special but not be too much in her face that she'll lash out at you again. Maybe we're on the right track with the fudge clusters but they're more Macy's and we gotta think Gucci for the doc."
"Yeah that's good man," Frost interjected. "If she's Gucci then you gotta treat her with respect and persistence, a simply apology isn't gonna cut it."
"Okay I'm hearing you, I'm thinking," Jane said taking a swig of her soda. "So I need special and I need uptown rather than run of the mill." She paused considering her options before smiling. "Genius, you guys are great." She stood up, peeling a $20 out of her pocket and throwing it down on the table. "I know just where to start," she yelled back at them as she quickly exited the bar.
"Glad we could be of help!" Frost yelled after her retreating figure, looking at Korsak's matching bewildered face.
Jane smiled to herself as she drove towards Maura's place. The idea that Maura needed to be treated special was so obvious but she'd been stuck before at how to show it. She was going to get her best friend back and this was just the start.
Jane idled the car as she approached the house, killing the lights and cutting the engine so she could crawl nearer. With a stealth like approach, she exited the car with her box and approached the door. She tried the handle and was pleased to find it locked. At least Maura had finally started paying attention to security. As quietly as she could, she unlocked the door and let herself in. Wandering towards the kitchen, she prayed to whatever higher power that was listening that Maura wouldn't wake up. All of her ideas had centred on the fact that Maura would find her gifts when she wasn't there. This worked in 2 ways for Jane. If she was angry, Jane wouldn't find herself on the end of any more painful words. If she was pleased, Jane knew Maura would take time to figure out a way to say thank you, even if she was still angry at Jane. She smiled as for once she could find something about her upbringing to be grateful for; Maura's impeccable sense of social decorum and the need to be polite. Backing out of the kitchen slowly, Jane headed back towards the door and left the house as quietly as she'd entered making sure to lock it behind her. She grinned as for once something had gone according to plan. She was so busy congratulating herself that she couldn't help the shriek that escaped her lips as she turned straight round into a body.
"Jane Rizzoli!" Her mom bellowed. "What exactly do you think you're doing sneaking around people's houses at 1am in the morning?"
Jane panicked and glanced nervously behind her to check that Maura's lights hadn't come on, "Ma, I'll tell you everything but please, don't wake Maura up." She whispered harshly.
Angela's face softened at her daughters expression and she moved to the side to let her in, "Okay but you tell me everything Jane Rizzoli, I don't want any details left out."
Just as Jane entered the house, the lights in the adjourning property came on. Both women froze and Jane looked at her mom pleadingly. "Get in the house!" Angela snapped in hushed tones.
Angela heard the lock turning and then Maura's head appeared. "Angela?" She enquired, "I thought I heard voices. Is everything okay?"
Angela smiled, ignoring her daughter crouched and shaking at her side, "I was just taking out some trash and mumbling along to myself, I didn't mean to wake you."
Maura smiled slightly and nodded, "Okay, no problem." She started retreating back into the house.
"Get some rest Maura, maybe you'll pop in and see me for a coffee at the precinct tomorrow?"
Maura nodded, "I'll be in early so I'll come see you mid morning." She said softly as she closed the door behind her.
Angela looked skywards and muttered, "thank you," before closing the door and turning to her daughter. "Now would you like to explain exactly what's going on?"
