A/N: I really appreciate your nice reviews…a day in Paris comes to an end…-what's your take? - By the way- I really like the French and I don't hold a grudge against them. Just don't want you to get the wrong idea- Francois just happens to be from there – and someone has to be the bad guy ;) as always: Rizzoli & Isles belongs to TNT and Tess Gerritson...I own nothing, just love them!

Day 4, 19:33 GMT+1, Paris, 6eme Arr., Rue des Grand Augustins

"Oh I'm really torn what to show you tomorrow Jane. There is so much to see in this city. Francois what do you suggest?" Maura asked their male companion.

Jane had hoped that he would leave them after their visit to the Saint Chapelle, but it seemed he was sticking around. She couldn't find the words to describe the distaste she had for that man. The detective was not at all interested in his suggestion. She wanted to spend time with Maura and didn't care where, as far as she was concerned the French capital had put its spell on her already. The only thing she regarded important was being with her beautiful friend, just the two of them. Alone, without that annoying Frog. She couldn't understand why Maura liked having him around. He was handsome, but only at the first glance. The way he acted, flirted and spoke wasn't charming. It was rude. Why the hell would the well-educated, always polite and elegant Dr. Isles succumb to his charms? Some things will remain a mystery, even to detective Jane Rizzoli. Thinking of it, she had never quite comprehended her friend's taste in men. That yoga teacher, yuck, that moron Giovanni, yuck, that Ian, who turned out to be a criminal and that disgusting Dr. Slucky, vomit. No, she could never put her finger on what Maura saw in them. And in her opinion no one was suitable for her enchanting, sophisticated and strikingly beautiful Dr. Isles. Maybe not only the city had cast its spell on her?

"Maura, darling. There is not one sight in Paris that would not fade in comparison to your beauty. Your being here is a delight and most certainly the must-see in the whole of France." Francois smirked.

The tall brunette had a good feeling about that sickening comment. It would break the straw and Maura would finally tell him to shut up. But no, Maura was flattered and appreciated his cheesy compliments. She even rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek. The detective was so utterly disgusted by the whole interaction that she couldn't enjoy her food. Her friend had recommended the 'Pêche de Jour' which was sensational, but Jane just wanted to take her plate and smash it into the man's face.

Maura excused herself and left the table. When she passed by Jane, she slightly brushed her shoulder which gave the brunette a shiver. She hated how she reacted to every touch lately and hoped it wouldn't show.

"Oh she is a gift from the Gods, isn't she?" Francois said with a sigh.

"Well guess so." Jane mouthed- She was not at all in the mood to talk about Maura with him and really had no idea how to make small-talk with that man.

"You see what I see, don't you?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" the tall women replied, not quite sure where he was going with this.

"She is - how do you say in English- crazy for me! Oui?" he stated boldly.

This was unbelievable. That chauvinist really thought that he was standing a chance. But who was she to speak for Maura, as much as the thought of the two of them was displeasing her. If he was what her friend wanted, she couldn't stand in the way. All her rejection for the wooer aside, Jane had to admit that with her behaviour the blonde gave him the green light.

After an odd silence and careful consideration Jane opted for: "Uhm, I wouldn't go that far as to say crazy, but I figure she likes you. Uhm, you know what, we're out of wine, maybe you would pick out another bottle? I'm more familiar with beer."

Finally the object of affection came back to the table and Francois- more sure of himself than before – if that was even possible- was looking at the wine menu.

Maura seized the moment and standing beside Jane, bent down and whispered in her ear: "Jane, it means the world to me that you're here." Before the brunette could even comment, the doctor brushed her cheek with her lips. Just slightly, but the touch burned on the brunette's skin.

As if this short intimacy had never happened she turned to Francois: "Qu'est-ce que tu as choisis?*" He looked up from the menu and replied: "Only the best is good enough for my dear Maura."

Jane was utterly confused. These strange things Maura did lately. What was this all about? Had she always acted this way towards her or was it just her giving those actions more importance than before? Something was off, the detective was sure. This was not all to blame on the European non-calanche. Something was different; she had a gut feeling about it.

After Francois had ordered a bottle of champagne, explaining that he wanted to celebrate Maura being in town, he proposed a toast.

"To extraordinary women, who we come across only once in a lifetime." he stated and raised his glass. The women followed suit, and their glasses clicked together. It was obvious that he wanted to charm Maura for the gazillionst time this day, but the cheered fixated Jane. Those green eyes interlinked with the dark brown ones and time seemed to stand still. The doctor felt like the veil had finally lifted and Jane was beginning to understand, that there was something special between them. But no, this was impossible. It was Detective Rizzoli, the tough, cool, composed women that was sticking to her principles and living by the rules. But still, something in the way she looked at her had changed. Her eyes were revealing that they may have been opened a little, in a metaphorical sense of course. No, no, no, she had to be sure, before…

"Mesdemoiselles?" Francois broke the silence.

"Mais oui, mon cher. I was just thinking how right you are. Santé!" Maura said, biting her lower lip.


* what did you choose?


Day 4, 21:55 GMT+1, Paris, Quatier Latin, 22, Rue Guynemer

Really ? Really ? What was that ? Would you give us a minute? Stupid idiot. After exiting the taxi he had really asked Jane to leave and go up to the apartment on her own. It was unbearable. She hoped that she would not have to see him again, at least not today, or she would do awful things to him. Certainly she was trying to kiss her. Pff. Hell.

The detective stomped into the kitchen. Alcohol, that's what she needed right now. Maybe it would calm her down. There was no beer in the fridge, but she spotted a bottle of whiskey. That will do. Pouring herself a glass, she tried to calm down. She was acting like a jealous lover? Jealous lover, seriously Jane. You are going crazy.

After a strong sip she decided to take the glass to the bathroom with her. A shower might help to get her thoughts straight again.

The tall brunette walked out freshly showered, when she heard the door.

"Ca suffit, Francois. Stop it." She heard Maura's slightly irritated voice. She rushed to the hall, where she saw the Frenchman standing in the door. Her friend was trying to close it, but her charmer didn't seem willing to leave.

"Maura, is there a problem?" Jane made her presence felt.

And there she was. Detective Jane Rizzoli in all her glory. Wearing only her panties and a tight shirt, revealing that every muscle in her body was tensed.

"He seems to think that I have extended my invitation and refuses to go home." Maura said a little irritated.

That was enough for the tall brunette. She put her trained body between her friend and Francois and pushed the doctor protectively behind her. Then she burst: "Go the fuck home. She does not want you here. Get it?"

"Mais non, Jane. I just wanted to say a nice goodbye to my favourite doctor." he confidently stated.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Maura said her goodbyes and you are leaving. Now!" she shouted at the stubborn man.

The only response she got was a shaking head, but no sign of him withdrawing. Jane was beyond anger. It was utter, pure hatred she felt. If it wasn't for Maura she'd knocked him out.

"Ok, Fran-fucking-cois- you will be gone on the count of three or you'll regret you've ever met me. One…two…three."

He raised his hands signalling he was innocent and the detective pushed him back out the door fiercely. She smashed the door shut exclaiming: "Asshole!"

Jane turned around and faced a quite put together Maura, who proudly stated: " I guess this was a case of never mess with a hot blooded Rizzoli?"

They both laughed relieved and the blonde looked at her friend. Tall, strong and always there to have her back. Jane was ravishing. Scantily clad her breathtaking physique clearly showed. Those long well defined arms and legs, her trained abdomen, her broad shoulders…and all fit intrinsically prefect together. Maura was always taken aback when she took her friend all in and couldn't help but think that she was a living example of the flawlessness only shown in Greek statues. Almost surreal.

Her attraction to Jane was nothing new to Maura. It was a constant battle with herself not to act on her impulse to ravish her best friend. So far she always refrained from it, because she knew of the lack of reciprocity of this desire. The further her little scientific inquiry went, the more she doubted what she had believed to be true. But there was something new, something that went beyond the physical attraction. She felt drawn to all of Jane, not only because of her impeccable body. The strange feeling of longing, wanting, needing her around had outgrown the defined limits of a close friendship since their separation. But surely it was the wine blurring her mind.

The detective took a step towards Maura and they put their arms around eachother. After a few moments of silence, the blonde spoke again: "Thank you Jane." They hugged for a little longer until Jane pulled away and was back to normal. She forbade herself to think about the feeling that arose upon their closeness.

"Least I could do, since my duty here is to protect you. Join in for some whiskey? Poured myself a glass and it's quite tasty."

Maura nodded and the tall women put her arm around her friend while they were walking to the kitchen. The doctor turned to her with a broad smile and teased: "You know that was quite ballsy of you."

"As you said, never mess with a Rizzoli. We tend to get quite serious when our loved ones are in jeopardy."