Maura's eyes narrowed with the glare of a warning. For some reason, Jane knew she was powerless to the heated stare.

"Jane, do not say that. I refuse to listen to such insane thoughts and ideas." Maura raised an eyebrow. "You understand?"

With an exaggerated huff, Jane quipped, "Yeah, yeah, I get it." Her jaw clenched and tightened as she looked around the room for a different focus point. Somehow, looking at something so beautiful was too much for Jane's emotions. "I just… I mean, I can't be delusional about it."

Maura straddled Jane's hips.

"Well hello," Jane snapped her attention back to the honey blonde. With furrowed brows, she met Maura's eyes in an attempt to settle her fears about the dire situation her life was in. Jane couldn't help but feel the balance shifting every so often. With Maura, she was on a white horse riding through fluffy clouds, but when she was alone, she thought about what could actually happen. Rather, what was going to happen if there wasn't a massive development in the case. The possibility of not being alive to see the seasons change was always with Jane. It loomed like a cloudy overcast as the day of her execution neared.

"It's not delusional," Maura whispered as hands reached forward to cup that Italian face. Thumbs stroked the skin soothingly as she continued, "You will not die, Jane."

"Yeah, but even if I don't what if I never get out of these?" She jerked her hands forward, only to have them stop with a jolt. "What if I'm in prison forever?" With a sad realization, Jane voiced her concern. "It's just like Warden Glynn said, you're this amazing doctor. You're a brilliant woman who deserves everything. And here I am, cuffed to this damn bed. I can't put my arms around you. I can't take you on a date. I can't be there with you at night while you sleep. Hell, even if I get outta prison I'm not gonna have a job. I'm always going to be that cop that went to prison. Maura, I am not good for you. I'm a loser… and you…" Jane felt tears. She quickly clenched her eyes closed. "You deserve the world."

Maura smacked Jane right against the chest. Chocolate eyes sprung open as she whined, "Owww! Jesus, Maura!"

The blonde doctor was fierce as she forced her voice to be contained, "Jane, you listen to me. Yes, I am a physician. And yes, I am wealthy and well established in Boston, but if you think I didn't have the world given to me today… You are wrong."

"What'd'ya mean?" Jane asked with genuine confusion.

"All the money in the world could never buy what you did today. I don't care about going to expensive restaurants or the symphony. I could care less if you lavished me with gifts. I've had those things all of my life. None of them will ever compare to the feeling you gave me. Jane, I know you could have escaped. You didn't have to come find me, but you did. You risked your freedom. You risked your life. When you stood in front of me… I knew you would've defended me until death… I have the world. I have Jane Rizzoli."

JR+MI

Maura sat in her study with a cup of tea that had grown cold hours ago. She hadn't used her brain to this level of entirety in all her years. It was no secret that the doctor was considered a genius with an unsurpassable IQ, but this attention to detail was straining and tedious. Looking away from Jane's case file, Maura blinked several times to readjust her eyesight from the cryptic report.

She thought back to the night before. There wasn't a distinct memory of Maura falling asleep. This was odd enough in its own right. Maura always remembered her last thoughts or actions before the relaxation of rest began to control her body and reset her mind.

Not with Jane.

They had enjoyed a long talk about their different childhoods. They had laughed at stories of their wildly different college experiences as well. For the first time, Maura was laughing with someone. Jane was not laughing at her. They were laughing together. This silent revelation had comforted the doctor. At some point, this easiness with Jane, had forced Maura into the hollow of the former detective's neck. Time had seemed nonexistent, but the stresses of the day's events had taken their toll. As much as they fought the slumber of sleep, both of them nodded off against one another.

Maura had stirred sometime within the wee morning hours. Perhaps it had been her subconscious mind warning her about the repercussions of being caught asleep in Jane's arms, or more accurately, on top of Jane. She had carefully extracted her limbs, smoothed her clothes, and exited the hospital. On the drive to her Beacon Hill home, she wondered if the occurrence would count as their first night spent together. It was silly and childish to be thinking in such a lovestruck pattern. Especially when Jane had been brutalized, and Maura had been targeted with violence and malice. Maura found she couldn't help her thoughts as she watched the sun peek above the horizon. She remembered there had been soft kissing and certainly no unbridled love making, but Maura smiled the entire eighteen minute drive home. She had never once left a date feeling more romantic or rewarded. Surely that counted for something.

Sitting at her desk on her day off, Maura couldn't help but feel that she was failing Jane. Her mind had been distant and filled with distractions. If the autopsy report had been altered, what exactly was there to find? If the attending Medical Examiner had merely said what he wanted, what was Maura even looking for? These questions had been the start of needing to see Jane. She found not one specific sentence that changed anything at all. Perhaps this mindset had started the unraveling thread of doubt.

Maura opened her laptop with the intention of sending an email to Detective Korsak about her lack of findings. Instead, she clicked on an icon. Suddenly, the screen made her gasp.

There was Jane.

Strong olive skinned arms were displayed against the top bar of her cell. Jane's muscles were on full display as she repeatedly performed pull up after pull up. Maura counted along with Jane's movements.

One. Two. Three.

Around pull up number ten, Maura was squirming in her desk chair. The persistent throbbing between her legs forced the doctor to cross them to lessen the sensation.

It felt dirty to be watching Jane without the Italian knowing. Although, not dirty enough for Maura to stop right away. She licked her lower lip. Right after the honey blonde scrolled toward her email icon, Jane moved away from the door. Maura stopped completely.

Hazel eyes watched as Jane shuffled to her desk. All Maura could see was a back covered with the thin material of a white tank top. As the brunette hunched over her own less than attractive workstation, Maura watched as Jane's arm started to move. What was she doing? Writing, perhaps?

As Maura observed Jane, a tickle of an idea scratched and chipped at her brain.

With a growing smile, she picked up the phone.

"Yes? I need to speak with Constance Isles. This is her daughter."

JR+MI

After a talk with Warden Glynn, Jane was supposedly in the hole. The reprimand had to be documented so the other inmates knew she was being punished, but he had been kind enough to only put it in writing. Jane had been delivered back to her cell upon her medical clearance.

After so much kindness from Leo, Jane knew she would owe the Warden. She hated being indebted to anyone. The brunette also worried it would be a large debt to pay, but she figured he planned on collecting with this new CI plan he was working on.

Jane was pouring sweat after her workout. She had started with push ups and worked her way to pull ups. The exercise had began as a way to clear her mind. Lately, the cop version of herself had been dormant. It made Jane wonder if she was really that rusty, or if this place had stripped her detective eye.

She pulled a piece of paper free. Immediately, Jane visualized blonde curls and hazel eyes on the page. With a coy smirk, her hand started to move. The one thing Jane was sure about was Maura. She was the anchor that held the detective from floating away into the vastness of depression. The pencil seemed to work on its own accord. Jane didn't even have to concentrate on certain features. Her mind knew them as her fingers continued to draw.

Who knew how much time had swept by with the continuous work. Jane was focused on portraying the smoothness of Maura's body. The curve of her shoulders down her torso until the waist met perfectly shaped hips.

"Lunchtime Rizzoli!" The voice was like a slap to the back of the head.

Jane quickly shoved the page into the one drawer she had available. She slammed it closed before standing to greet the Warden.

"A hand delivered lunch from you. I don't think I should accept. This must be one hell of a favor." Her hands took the tray of barely recognizable food.

"I'm sorry you can't eat this outside, but you can't be seen by the other inmates. That's why I brought it instead of your usual delivery guys. You're in the hole remember?"

Jane sighed as she nodded. Warden Glynn had been talking to her for thirty seconds and he was already bringing up debt. Debt, she was sure, he came to collect.

"Listen, Jane. This is hard enough to be biased in a place like this. I've worked here for almost thirty years. I started as a CO. I've watched a lot of inmates die. Hell, I've watched a lot of COs died. Sometimes I don't even know how I didn't." Leo sighed as he hooked his forearms through the bars of Jane's cell.

"It's like being a cop, sir." Jane admitted as she stood with her arms crossed.

"You put your whole heart into a job that makes you pray you'll go home at night. You think we're some sort of masochists?"

Smiling, Jane shook her head, "Nah, I think it's a calling." With a shrug, Jane smirked, "Or we're crazy."

It was Leo's turn to sigh before he spoke, "I've never taken any bribes. I guess that's why it makes me so mad these COs do. I want them out, but I need to figure out who's involved. That's what you're gonna help me do, Jane. You give me information, I'll help you out."

Jane didn't care for the idea of being a rat. She certainly wasn't a snitch, but this wasn't just about her well being anymore. Maura was involved. That made this proposition a given. Glynn had already given the doctor her own private guard. God, Jane hated this. She had may her own way through the world, but this didn't seem like a handout. This was good old fashioned bartering.

Rocking on her heels, Jane thought. "Wait, how am I supposed to find anything out in solitary? I don't see more than three people a day up here."

Glynn smiled showing off a set of wide, white teeth. "Good news, Rizzoli. You've got a job from two to five."

Jane's eyes furrowed skeptically as she asked, "What is it?"

"Laundry. It's the one place all inmates have to go. You'll be in charge of the washer and dryers. A guard is always present. I figure you listen in. There's bound to be conversations in the laundromat."

"Sir, I'll do it, but it sounds like the most disgusting job here." She grimaced at the thought of dirty jumpsuits and underwear.

An air of silence passed between them as Jane took a brief moment to think. "You plan on checking out CO Mason?"

There was an unreadable expression that took all the joy from the Warden's face. In that instance he had aged twenty years. What exactly had he found out? Jane knew it wasn't a good idea to pry. Thankfully Leo offered some information.

"Mason's usual post is guarding the man that killed my daughter and her husband."

Jane had heard many shocking revelations in her lifetime, but this one rocked every expression she could manage. Her mouth hung open as she fought with a jumble of random words. "I-… A-.. I'm sorry, sir."

"He's down one floor on death row. Jenkins deals with the women and he deals with the men."

"Who's all down there?" Jane asked needing every detail she could before she started her new job as a professional listener.

"There's only one. Charles Hoyt."

AN: Thank you all for my lovely words of encouragement. For those of you that asked me about Warden Leo Glynn, you're right. He's from another television show. I loved him, so I'm using him here. Also, the big reveal! The timeline in this story might be confusing to some, but Charles Hoyt was actually captured by Korsak shortly after Jane was convicted. That's all I'm wiling to give up at the moment. I apologize for the slightly shorter chapter, but it is setting up a whole lot of things guys. Also, the next chapter involves a Rizzles prison date. Be looking forward to that. Any ideas or guesses as to what you think our girls might do to bring romance to the prison?