To D3nsei, Hoyt isn't anything like Maura. Hoyt knows what he is doing and controls what he does. Love is overpowering Maura and that is why she kissed Jane. Either way, Rizzles is really starting to come into the chapters now. Hope you all like the new chapter. BTW there are parts that relates to the first ever episode, see who spots the links. This chapter is slightly longer, but you will soon see why. MAURA'S VIEW.

What could I do? I had experience in this department. Jane might not have ever done anything like that. And after what she told me about her father I can't really blame her for the way she reacted. She closed herself off from the world to avoid getting hurt again, and I just opened the world up to her again. However I didn't want too much about all this whilst still at work. So I went home and found comfort with my tortoise.

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It was 8:30pm and I was pouring myself a glass of wine when the doorbell rang, and I was shocked to see who rang the bell.

"Jane?!" I couldn't seem to say anything else.

"Why do you always look like you're going to a photo shoot?" I just stared at her in utter confusion. I was wearing my casual pyjamas. A silk combo with laced detail around the front and sides. And though I had not yet removed my make up, I was hardly camera worthy.

"Please Jane come in. it' freezing outside." Jane entered and I closed the door behind her. I gestured for her to follow me to the kitchen.

"Would you care for a glass of wine?"

"You got any beer?" She was very blunt, which I suppose was no different from her usual attitude.

"I think I actually might. Let me check." I rummaged to the back of my fridge and found one bottle of beer. As I handed Jane the glass bottle our fingers met. I couldn't help the sudden rush of red that filled my cheeks.

"I came here because I couldn't sleep. I have a question that I have to ask you, and I need a straight answer from you." I pulled my hand away, because I think I knew the question.

"Go ahead, ask away."

"Why did you kiss me? Because there was a moment before you did when you paused." I recalled the moment in my head, and she was right I did pause because I wanted to see her.

"I kissed you because I like you. And you're right I did pause, because I needed to see you. I needed to see how you were reacting to being so close to me. If you were uncomfortable I would have pulled away myself. But when I looked into your eyes, there was no sign of discomfort, or confusion. I looked at you and I saw myself. A person in love." Jane was silent for a few minutes after I practically poured my heart out to her. The awkward silence made me very nervous, but she finally spoke.

"Thank you. For being honest with me." I nodded in response. "I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier."

"You really don't need to apologise. Frost filled me after you ran off. And I didn't follow you this time I promise." Jane smiled. I could breathe again. "He explained to me what Mr Hoyt did, and how you reacted."

"Damn Frost. He can't stay out of anything."

"Well in his defence I did tell him that if he didn't explain to me what happened then I would make sure he wasn't going home on time for a month." Jane looked up at me with surprise plastered across her face.

"You threatened to give him a month's worth of detention?!"

"Well I wasn't actually going to do it."

"But wait I thought you said you couldn't lie."

"Well I wasn't lying. I knew Frost wouldn't risk getting a month's worth of detentions so it was a very easy assumption to assume he would tell me." Jane shook her head and laughed. She looked behind me and yelled.

"God what is that?" I looked down and saw my pet had crawled in.

"Ssshhh. You'll scare him."

"He's alive?" Silly question I thought.

"His name his bass. And African spurred tortoise. I've had him since he was like this big." I lifted my hand and pinched them together with the tiniest of gaps between them. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a contained. "He's partial to British strawberries."

"Bass? What after an old boyfriend?" I laughed in my head at the question because I never had a boyfriend. I looked up at her explained.

"William .M. Bass. The forensic anthropologist, who founded the famous body farm." I turned back to bass as I tried to give him one of the strawberries. I placed the strawberry on the floor in the end for him to eat in his own time. I got up and turned to Jane. "Would you like to come and sit in the living room with me?" she seemed hesitant but finally lowered her shoulders and nodded. I picked up my glass and led the way.

"So how can you afford such a big house from a teacher's salary?"

"Granted my job doesn't pay much, but I also assist in solving crimes for the Boston police, homicide department. I do the autopsies on the victims and help speak for the dead. As well as that my parents are very wealthy and my mother gave me this house a graduation present."

"I wish I would get a house when I graduate. I'll be lucky if I get a family meal without any arguments." I looked at Jane and felt a sense of pity for her. She always seemed like such a strong young women, but was so fragile when it came to family, and loved ones.

"If I may, you asked me a question which means I am now entitled to ask you a question."

"Fair enough. What's the question then?"

"Why didn't you stop me?" I didn't even realise what I was saying until after I said it. Jane looked at me for a moment, almost in anger, but then her expressions softened.

"Because something felt right."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean…I liked…the kiss. But it was so different to me I wasn't sure of how to take it. So I panicked." The look in her eyes told me she was telling the truth.

"So I take it that you have never been with another woman before?"

"Well…" she looked down at her beer that was in her hands and I got the feeling she wasn't telling me the whole truth.

"Jane, one more question. Why do the Debbie, Emily and Kate call you…Lezzoli?" I didn't feel right once I asked the question, but I hoped it would lead to further answers.

"I will answer if you answer me this, have you ever been with a women before?" It was a fair enough question to ask, and considering my actions of the day, she had a right to know.

"Yes. I discovered my sexuality when I was 19." I might as well be open with her as she has been with me. "Your turn."

"Right. Well, where do I start? Okay, back when we were all younger, we were all the best of friends. Me and Emily…"

"Emily and I." I corrected her. I couldn't stand bad grammar.

"Okay do you want to know the story, or give me an English lesson?"

"Sorry. I won't say another word."

"Thank you. So anyway, Emily and I were the best of friend. We had all these dreams of us growing up together and going to the same college and getting married on the same day at the same place. But then when we hit about 12, 13, Emily began to grow." I didn't quite understand the reference.

"Grow?"

"Yeah as in her breasts got bigger. A lot bigger. And then she was beginning to be interested I boys, but her dad wouldn't let her date until she was 17, so it meant she never got to kiss a boy. So when we were in the 8th grade, she had the idea that we could practice…on each other." She looked at me as though she was expecting e to judge her. I simply looked at her with no expression, and asked her to continue. "I felt like I was losing her as a friend, because she would always want to go shopping with Debbie and Kate, but I would never get invited because I never really developed a love for shopping. So I agreed to the whole kissing thing because I felt like I needed to do something with her otherwise I really would lose her. So we did. Any time we were alone at our houses. It was nice. Just to be with her. And she was always the one that started. I never had much confidence back then. But one night we were having a sleepover at Emily's house."

"We?"

"Debbie, Emily, Kate and myself. I was on the floor asleep, when Emily came over and woke me up. She pulled me up out of bed and dragged me to her guest room. We sat on the bed and she was feeling…different that night. She laid down on her bed on her back and pulled me over her. I was so tired; I wasn't quite sure what was going on. She kissed me and started moving her hands for a little feel. It wasn't until the door flew open with Kate standing in the door way that I realised what was happening. And apparently so did Emily, because she pushed me off her and ran over to Kate and cried on her shoulder saying how 'I forced myself on her.' When she looked back at me all I could see was fear and guilt. The next day at school, Kate must have spread a rumour because everyone was calling me Lezzoli from then on. The only two people that didn't judge me were Frost and Korsak."

"Did you ever try talking to Emily amount what happened?"

"Every day. I would either phone or drop by her house, but she would never see or speak to me I eventually got the hint and I haven't really spoken to her since."

"I'm sorry Jane." I laid my hand upon her arm and she didn't flinch or react in any form.

"Don't be. After that I quickly learnt to take care of myself. I also learnt that I won't have a date until I start work, and eve then." She smiled at the thought.

"I don't want to offend you, but did you enjoy the experience?"

"Yes actually. And the name Lezzoli seemed slightly fitting afterwards."

"Okay so if you know you're…a lesbian, why did you react the way you did when I kissed you?"

"You really are a bottomless question box aren't you?" She smiled at me and I returned with a bashful grin. I was curious, what was I meant to do? "Because, I like you in that way. Emily was the last person I liked in that way, and look how that turned out. I figured the less I love the less chance I have of being hurt." Jane yawned at the end of the sentence. I looked up at the clock. It was somehow 9:30pm.

"Do you want to spend the night? I have a spare bedroom and it is safer than driving home this late." Jane pondered the question for a moment before answering.

"Sure why not."

I led Jane upstairs to the guest room before handing her a space pair of pyjamas which she turned her nose up to and simply said,

"I'll just sleep in what I'm wearing."

"Well, if you're sure."

I placed the clothes back in the draw and left the room, but not before wishing Jane a goodnight. For the remainder of the night I couldn't clear my thoughts of Jane.