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Author's Note: The chapter I think you've all been waiting for. I hope it is worth all of the anticipation. Please note the change in rating. We're now in mature territory, folks. –dkc

To Get Me To You – Chapter Eleven

Jane couldn't remember ever seeing Maura fidget.

Everything they had learned today about the case had been about Maura, too. It wasn't surprising that she would feel an immense amount of anxiety finding out as she had that she both had a half-brother and a mobster father. When Maura was fidgeting earlier on the bench down the street from the station, Jane wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around her. Instead she placed a gentle hand on her knee.

Now she had the chance to give that comfort, but instead she was giving a full-throated argument about what Maura did for a living being nothing like that of the killer she had met in the morgue. It wasn't helpful that Charles Hoyt had put the idea of her nature in her thoughts mere days before.

Jane stood and walked to the kitchen to call Frost. She had to protect Maura and they had to get to the bottom of where Paddy Doyle was getting his information. She trusted only two men with this.

"I told Frost and Korsak we'd meet them at the station," Jane came back into the room.

Maura continued to fidget by the fireplace.

"Maur..." she sighed.

Wrapping her long arms around the doctor, Jane pulled Maura close and kisses the crown of her head.

"We'll get through this," she hummed. "I know this is a lot to take in."

Feeling the moisture of Maura's tears on her arm, Jane refused to let go. She offered soothing words and the repeated reminder that she wasn't going anywhere.

"We better get back," Maura sniffled.

Pulling back and watching her friend wipe away shed tears, Jane smiled at how Maura made sure to wipe away mascara smudges.

"Maur? Look at me," the detective asked.

Looking into the shorter woman's eyes, Jane couldn't help but worry about her safety. Maura mattered too much.

"It's going to be okay," Jane was steadfast and forceful. "I mean it."

Nodding, Maura offered the slightest smile, dabbed her eyes once more and took Jane's hand in her own.

"Thank you."

A shared smile, one simple touch and they were on their way back to the precinct to figure out who it was that could be a threat to Maura's very life.

oOo

Jane never should have let Maura be alone. She was kicking herself. She was pissed at Korsak for telling her to leave Maura to do her job. Her anger was fueled by every irrational fear that came to her mind.

Where the hell was Maura?

When her cell phone rang and announced it was a blocked caller, her stomach was suddenly in her throat.

"Whatever you want I can get it," she said with desperation.

Jane's relief in Maura being on the other end of that line was indescribable. She offered no explanation to Frost and Korsak before sprinting out of the bullpen.

The usually law abiding detective ran every light, ignored every blaring horn to get to her apartment. She had never been so happy to see Maura when she threw open her front door.

"Maura!" she managed to say as she crossed her living room in several long strides

The doctor had been sitting on a kitchen stool staring at a burner phone that was placed on the counter. Jane's arms reached for her, pulling the seated woman against her chest. She realized too late that tears were streaming down her cheeks. Everything about this woman and her safety overwhelmed the detective. Finally pulling back and looking over the doctor, she couldn't see any visible damage.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Jane worriedly asked.

"No, he didn't hurt me," Maura shook her head.

The doctor reached up to wipe Jane's tears, which seemed to annoy the detective despite how nice her touch felt.

"You were abducted! And I'm the one crying!" she animatedly spoke.

"I'm sorry I worried you," Maura stood up and reached for Jane's hand.

"That you're fine is all that matters. I was fucking terrified, Maur. I wouldn't know what to do without you," Jane hung her head with her confession.

"Jane," Maura spoke softly.

Placing a finger beneath Jane's chin and tilting it up, Maura pressed her lips to Jane's. The kiss was gentle and reassuring. Until the kiss was so rudely interrupted by Maura's growling stomach.

"I know that wasn't me," Jane chuckled.

"I didn't each lunch," Maura was embarrassed.

"Lunch?! It's 2 a.m."

Releasing the doctor, Jane walked around the kitchen counter and began looking for something for her friend to eat. She listened quietly to Maura retell her encounter with her biological father.

Maura ate cold cereal, something that on any other night would have seemed beyond unusual. Things seemed to have calmed down and Maura had, for the most part, kept her head about her. There were exceptions, though.

"Come on! You're the same ridiculously smart, amazing, goofy person you were before," Jane was once again trying to get Maura to see that she wasn't like Paddy Doyle.

The phone rang. They now knew Collin's killer. It could wait. Jane refused to leave Maura now, not now that she had her back.

They discussed the burner phone sitting on the counter and Jane suggested they allow Doyle to handle it.

"If he wants to protect you, maybe we should just let him handle it," she said without a hint of reluctance.

Despite Maura being adamantly against this, Jane wanted to do whatever was guaranteed to keep Maura safe. She was contemplating how far she would go for this woman when a knock came at the door.

The blinding fear of earlier returned when the knocking turned to pounding. Finally Frankie made his identity known, a relief to both Jane and Maura. Frankie acknowledged that it was the middle of the night, but for Jane that didn't wipe away the image of Maura bristling when the knocking began.

Maura and Jane relaxed considerably when Frankie came in and explained why he was desperate for help at this hour. As it turned out, it was the very distraction they needed.

oOo

They sat throwing peanuts at Frank, Sr. and Frankie. Sitting closer than was necessary, their arms remained linked and Jane's hand periodically touched Maura's wrist and forearm. They shared prolonged glances that spoke to how grateful they were to be together.

Maura was trying to stay in the moment, but her mind kept returning to what Vince Korsak had said at that morning's crime scene. He said you do whatever it takes to protect family. Yes, maybe that is what Paddy Doyle did, but it was how he knew the identity of Collin's murderer that bothered Maura. Jane had said she was taking the burner to the crime lab. Maura more than suspected that it was Jane who made that call. A man was dead because Jane chose to go against her nature to protect her best friend.

"What's going on in that big brain of yours?" Jane leaned over to whisper.

The doctor shook her head and blinked rapidly to avoid teary eyes from turning to actual crying. The thought that Jane had made the call to Paddy was overwhelming. Jane loved her.

Putting a hand at the small of Maura's back, Jane stood.

"Alright, Rizzoli & son, we're out of here. I refuse to be in the same clothes for 48 hours."

Maura smiled at Jane's ability to know exactly what she needed.

"Thanks for your help, Maura," Frankie all but bowed to the doctor's plumbing skill.

The two women said their goodbyes before getting into Jane's car and driving in the direction of Maura's house. Nothing important was said on the drive and nothing needed to be hashed out. The last week had taken it completely out of them.

Opening the front door, Maura kicked off her heels and took off the jacket she had been wearing for far too long. The ruffled shell beneath the jacket was a dark cranberry that brought out the strands of both gold and auburn in her hair. Jane couldn't help but watch her as she went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine.

"Don't tell me it's too early for wine." Maura caught Jane watching her.

They'd left work early and even with their stop to help with plumbing at the Dirty Robber, it was only four in the afternoon.

"Sweetie, after the night you had, you can have several bottles if you'd like," Jane smiled. "Can I have a shower?"

"Of course! There are fresh towels in the bathroom and your clothes are in the dresser in the guest room."

Smiling at the doctor, she walked down the hall and finally changed out of the clothes she had been wearing throughout the scariest nightmare of her life.

Losing Maura would be more than a nightmare. Jane feared it would bring her life to an end as well. What would she have to live for?

oOo

They had both showered and had a small dinner. Sitting on the couch, Maura was content to be with Jane and allowed her friend to obsessively flip through the channels.

"There's nothing on the damn TV," Jane whined.

Smiling, Maura attempted to keep from commenting on the way Jane could never settle on anything when given the control. The detective was not patient.

"Perhaps if you stayed on one channel for more than a millisecond you would know what was actually on," she deadpanned.

"Am I bothering you, Dr. Isles?" Jane smirked.

Unable to keep from smiling, Maura reached for the remote and shut the TV off. Jane's jaw dropped.

"Let's go upstairs," she suggested.

Quirking an eyebrow, Jane gawked as the doctor stood and walked away.

"You know it's barely 6, right?" Jane stood up and followed, surprised by the doctor locking up and turning off lights as she went.

When they entered Maura's bedroom, the raven-haired beauty was dumbstruck. She had no idea what, if anything, Maura had in mind. It was far too early to sleep.

"Maur?" she questioned the woman who had disappeared into the walk-in closet.

Whatever question Jane still had was eclipsed by new wonder when Maura exited the closet wearing a negligee.

"I didn't want to watch TV and I'm not ready to sleep. Can we lie down?" Maura was already pulling back the blankets on her usual side of the bed.

Jane took off her socks and followed suit. She would do whatever the doctor asked. Anything at all, she now knew.

"Is this okay?" Maura asked once they were comfortable, their bodies facing one another.

There wasn't a response worthy of how right this felt.

"I thought I'd lost you," Jane found herself saying.

"Oh, Jane."

Maura draped an arm over Jane's shoulder and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

When Jane's hand came to rest on Maura's hip, she felt the thin silk beneath her scarred palm and then became aware of something quite intimate. The lack of line or barrier anywhere on that hip could mean only one thing: Maura was bare underneath the silk. The exposed woman seemed to realize what Jane had discovered and their eyes locked.

"I wasn't expecting anything," Maura explained.

The lack of reply worried her until there was an upturn of the corner of Jane's mouth before she spoke.

"Maybe you should have."

The kiss Jane gave Maura was the manifestation of every emotion she had felt over the last twenty-four hours. She was passionate yet measured, relieved and contrarily concerned. Above all, she was sure. Her mind was without doubt.

As the kiss escalated into a flurry of kisses and gasps for breath, Jane's hand found the hem of the silk number Maura was wearing and slipped beneath. Her hand slid further up the bare thigh of the moaning owner until it rested where it had been previously on the outside of the silk. Quite aware of how close she was to Maura's mound, Jane's desire led her to the deliciously scented skin below each ear. When her tongue darted out for a taste of that delicate skin she felt the movement of Maura's hips. She used her knee to force open the other woman's thighs and was rewarded with a leg draped over her own hip.

Maura's hands tangled in raven locks while her mewling encouraged Jane further. Needy lips explored the bare collarbone jutting out from the silk neckline. Gentle sucking drove the doctor wild.

"Jane," she said in a tone unlike any her friend could remember hearing out of her mouth.

The cop knew precisely what to do as she pressed the woman's hip back until she was lying flat. Slipping another hand beneath silk she grasped the edge and slid it up, revealing glistening lips. A slight pelvic tilt allowed Jane to continue further, exposing a perfect navel and the bottoms of unbelievable breasts. Sitting up, Maura gave Jane the ability to remove the article completely.

"God, you're beautiful," Jane rasped.

She continued staring as Maura helped her out of her t-shirt. Perky breasts caused the doctor a sudden dryness of mouth that she attempted to fix by licking her lips.

Clearly aroused, Jane's nipples came to peaks as the doctor's fingers grazed them. Kneeling over Maura's legs, the dark-haired woman easily reached the sitting doctor's mouth to resume their scorching kiss.

When their breasts pressed together, Jane was reminded of the night she had felt this very sensation and how she had fallen apart before anything could go further. That wasn't going to happen tonight. She had fully committed to what she was about to do. Using the heels of her hands, she pushed the doctor back to her previous lying position. She bent down to kiss the doctor again and trailed kisses from jaw to ear.

"I want to touch you," she whispered in Maura's ear as her fingers traced the doctor's collarbone down across the sternum and between breasts.

Jane's request was one Maura knew how to remedy. She reached for the hand between her breasts and guided it south until she exhaled with the feeling of it cupping her sex.

"Jesus, holy fuck!" Jane's voice was hoarse; her finger gliding through dampened folds.

For her part, Maura couldn't speak. She was in a state of pleasure she had never achieved with this simplicity of touch. Her hips bucked into Jane's hand, a moan escaping past the cavern of Jane's mouth as it came to meet hers again and her hands tangled in unruly dark hair.

When their eyes met, Jane realized how easily she could be imprisoned by the look Maura was now giving. It was both pleading and perceptive. She knew Jane better than anyone. She was giving Jane permission to do whatever it was the detective was comfortable with.

Slipping a finger deeper into wetness, the detective sucked on one earlobe before whispering something Maura would not soon forget.

"I have never felt the need to feel you with me and around me like I do now."

An unwavering wrist flicked allowed the perfect angle for Jane to touch Maura's deepest wall. A subtle bend and she was touching the very spot that could take the woman over the edge. She returned her mouth to the lips she couldn't get enough of, using her tongue to mimic the pace of her probing digit. She added another long, delicate finger before increasing the thrusts inside of her best friend.

Maura's moans were making it impossible for her to maintain their kiss.

Curling her back further, Jane lowered her mouth to the pert nipples she could no longer deny. She let out a content moan when she took one into her mouth. She was gentle but determined. Sucking, tugging and grazing each nipple with her teeth, she could feel the doctor tightly coiling around her fingers simultaneously with the movements of her mouth.

"Oh, Jane," Maura whimpered.

The doctor palmed one of Jane's breasts, using her thumb to press firmly into the nipple. Her thumbnail caused a sensation that made Jane shiver.

"Will you?—" she found herself saying without any desire to spell it out.

Her own arousal propelled her fingers. Maura's open hand dragged across her abs and her thumb snuck beneath the elastic of Jane's shorts. Pulling the fabric down as she slipped lower, she sucked in a breath as her thumb pressed against Jane's quite swollen bundle of nerves. She knew it wouldn't take much when Jane's hand stilled and the woman's body nearly collapsed at that initial touch.

"Maura," she moaned.

The pace of her own hand became frenzied as the doctor's thumb circled her clit. She was plunging deeper and deeper, faster and faster.

Both women were crying out in pleasure, anticipating the ultimate satisfaction looming.

"Jesus Christ!" Jane cried out with the feeling of Maura's walls pulsing against her fingers.

She turned her wrist, curling her fingers as she did so. That was all it took. Maura's walls closed tight around Jane's hand as she reached climax. The doctor bit down on Jane's lip while pinching the woman's most sensitive point. Jane, too, was now tumbling over that mutual cliff.

"Maur…" she wailed.

And the detective collapsed. Her head on the doctor's ample chest, she removed her fingers and tangled them in the sheet beneath them. Once she caught her breath, she listened quietly to Maura's heartbeat. A dazzling smile overtook every feature of her face.

Unable to move, though content with the weight of Jane on top of her, Maura bent her head and placed a kiss to the top of her friend's head.

Maura, too, was smiling.

To be continued…