A/N: Oh my goodness. Can it be? Yes I am actually updating. I am so sorry that it has taken so long. I am nearing the end of my move so I am hoping that I will be a little better about updating. I hope I didn't chase any readers away with the fact that I haven't updated in forever. I have barely had a minute to write in the past two weeks. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter. It probably isn't what you all wanted but I will try very hard to update sooner next time. It should be all good as long as something or someone does not distract me too bad. :) Alright I hope you enjoy this chapter. As always I love every one of you that reviews/favorites/follows this story. You definitely make me so happy. Alright let me know what you think.

Jane woke in a cold sweat. She looked down and saw the flowing honey blonde hair of the woman she loved and knew she was safe in the bed they typically shared. But she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Jane always relied on her gut instincts. It's what made her a good cop. And right now her gut was telling her that something was wrong in the universe. Since there was nothing she could do at 3 am while she was lying in bed with a very naked Maura Isles on top of her, Jane decided to lay her head back on the pillow and try her hardest to forget the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, the feeling that her perfect world was moments from crashing down around her.


Anyone could see that a woman like Constance Isles did not belong anywhere near the dark, dingy holding cell. She stood with excellent posture in her designer clothes, looking down at the usually designer suit clad playboy who was sitting on the dingy cot in his bright orange jumpsuit. She stared at him for a moment, watching as his face contorted, displaying the rage she knew he felt deep inside. She understood how he must have been feeling.

She knew a Fairfield belonged in this type of place about as much as she herself belonged there. Constance had known the Fairfields for many years and had watched Garrett grow into the man staring in front of her just as she had watched her own daughter become the woman she was. He was not perfect, but she knew that he didn't belong in a place like this. Someone of his status deserved better. If not, then what was the point in having that status. It was what separated her and the Fairfields from the lowlifes that frequently found themselves stuck where the young man was sitting.

Constance had found that her status was good for at least one thing. It afforded her the opportunity to be where she currently stood. All it should have taken to get down to the dark, dank place she needed to go to was to talk to the right people, people who would drop anything to do a favor for the one and only Constance Isles. But she did have to give it to the young Italian woman that her daughter was infatuated with. Jane Rizzoli had connections of her own. Constance didn't expect so much as a bump in the road on her way to see the socialite trapped in a cell, but apparently the thin blue line was not as thin as it seemed and Jane and her family were apparently well respected within the Boston Police community. It took most of the older woman's patience to break through the walls that the other police built up to block her from getting to her goal. But she was resilient and refused to be deterred.

So after numerous calls and a plethora of distasteful looks and bad attitudes from some of Boston's finest, Constance had finally made her way to the rank holding cell where Garrett was detained. She stood there for a moment, simply observing him, wondering how the little boy that had been one of her eccentric daughter's only friends had ended up there, alone in the cell. She watched him, thinking that sooner or later he would notice her staring. When he didn't look up after what Constance felt was way too long, she decided to give him a little help. The elite woman cleared her throat in order to grab the attention of the young man.


At the sound of what had to be the most elegant throat clearing he had ever heard, Garrett was jerked from his rage induced haze. He looked up and locked eyes with the very impressive Constance Isles, the mother of the object of his desire. Garrett respected the woman greatly. She understood what social status meant and she understood the importance of being with the right people. Garrett knew that she would be on his side and help him figure out a way to win the hand of her daughter. He knew that he would be much more worthy in Constance's eyes than that low class dyke.

Garrett stood quickly so he could stand eye to eye with the older woman. "Constance, it's a pleasure as always to see you although I can't say that this is the location I imagined when I thought of our next meeting."

Constance glanced around the area and scowled. "Yes, this is not my idea of an appropriate meeting spot." Her eyes scanned the cell that housed the young man and she felt her body involuntarily cringe. "And it certainly is not the type of place that I would expect to find someone of your standing. Garrett, you don't belong here. You should not be sitting in this disgusting, filthy cell. You are a Fairfield. Your family helped build this city. Your name alone should keep you out of places such as this."

Garrett hung his head and rested it in his hands before shaking it dejectedly. "Constance, I don't know what happened. I…I…" He found himself at a loss for words. His rage had dissipated in front of the woman he hoped would still one day be his mother-in-law. "Constance, do you know what is going on in your daughter's life? Do you know what she is doing to herself? What she is doing to you and your family name?" Garrett felt frantic, like he needed to convey to Constance Isles just how dire the situation had become with her daughter. He knew that this could be his only chance to save the woman that he wanted to make his wife from the evil lesbian clutches of the low class police officer.

The impeccably dressed older woman sighed heavily. She knew that this would be the reaction that the people in their social circle would have if they ever found out that her daughter was living with someone not only of the same sex, but someone who came from a lower class than they did. "Yes, Garrett, I am well aware of what is happening in my daughter's life."

Garret couldn't believe what he was hearing. Constance knew what Maura was doing and had yet to make a move to rectify the situation. He couldn't believe that the woman that he had known for so long would allow her daughter to besmirch the reputation that her and her husband had worked many years to build. He couldn't believe that she could stand so calmly in front of him, as if everything was right with the world, when everything was so far from ok.

"So you know about that dyke police woman that your daughter is throwing her life away to be with? Constance, how can you be so calm about this? We need to do something. We need to save her from this hole she has begun to dig for herself. I have tried on my own to show her that she belongs with me. Show her that she belongs in our world. But she won't listen. She actually laid a hand on me. She assaulted me, Constance." Garrett knew that he needed to convince the woman in front of him. He could only think that if he spoke with a sense of urgency, she might be able to see how much he needed her help.

"Constance, she won't listen. That bitch has corrupted her naïve mind and I can't bring her back. Please tell me that you have come to help me. Please tell me that you have a plan to save her."

If Constance Isles wept in front of others, she was sure this would be one of the moments that tears would fall from her eyes. She wanted to save this young man from his pain. He wasn't a bad man. He didn't belong here. It hurt her that it was because of her daughter that this young man was sitting there like some criminal. She knew that she had no choice. She had to help him. She had to get him out of that cell. She knew that the plan she had already put into motion was the right thing to save so many lives from the misery that was sure to come if she did not intervene.

"Don't worry, Garrett. I will not let my daughter suffer any pain. I am her mother. I may not have been the best mother to her and she probably deserves much better than I ever gave her. But this is one time where I can do something motherly. This is the one time where I can truly say I did what is best for my daughter."

Garrett stood and walked to the bars of the holding cell. He smiled that smile that, if Constance Isles was any wiser, she would have known was the smile of an evil and corrupt man. He looked at the older woman. "So Constance, what do you have in mind?"

She looked at him and saw that look in his eyes that reminded her of many people she had encountered in her time running in the circles she did. "Well, Garrett here is what we are going to do."


Dawn peaked its way through the curtains of the large master bedroom in the Beacon Hill home and hit the young medical student square in the face. She had never been one to still be in bed so late that the rising sun acted as her alarm clock. But she couldn't think of any possible reason that she should get out of bed when she had the toned, muscular, naked body of Jane Rizzoli acting as her pillow and her blanket, anchoring her to the large king-sized bed. She smiled and nuzzled her face tighter into the body below her, attempting to hide her eyes from the bright rays of the rising sun. Her movements caused the brunette beneath her to stir, waking to see the head full of honey blonde locks trying with all its might to bury itself away from the morning rays of light.

Jane smiled at the sight. Every day she found herself more and more in love with the woman who was lying on top of her. She wrapped her strong arms tightly around Maura and lowered her lips to kiss the top of the curly blonde head. Maura stopped her stirring when she felt the soft lips of her love caress the top of her head. Jane looked down in time to lock eyes with the most beautiful, sparkling, hazel orbs. Just the sight made Jane's heart melt every time and she knew that she would do anything for the woman in her arms.

"Good morning, sweet girl." Jane said with the largest possible smile on her face. She had forgotten all about the horrible feeling in her stomach that had woken her from her sleep in the middle of the night the moment she met eyes with those perfect hazel ones. "How did you sleep?"

Maura felt the need to stretch her entire body. It felt wonderful. Every muscle in her body felt alive. She let out a very unladylike groan as she stretched out long and tall. "I slept wonderfully, Jane. You did an excellent job tiring me and the majority of the muscles in my body out. She smiled and opened her eyes wide so that she had a better view of the face that was staring back at her. It wasn't until then that she noticed the large dark circles under the eyes of her lover.

"Jane, are you ok? Are you tired? Did you not get adequate sleep lat night?" Maura asked with a worried tone to her voice.

"Why do you say that, Maura? Everything is fine. I slept fine." Jane attempted to tell the little white lie. She knew that Maura would be worried about her if she found out that she had awoken in the middle of the night because she felt like something was happening.

"You are lying to me, Jane. Darkening of the nasojugal fold indicates fatigue." Maura stated matter-of-factly. Jane stared back at her with a look on her face like she got anytime that Maura threw medical lingo in her direction. Maura realized that Jane had no idea what she was talking about and chuckled lightly. "You have dark circles under your eyes. Is everything ok?"

Jane knew better than to continue the lie. Maura knew her too well. But she also knew better than to worry her girlfriend. "It's nothing." She said as the stroked the honey blonde curls with her hand. "I just had a bad dream that woke me up in the middle of the night."

"Awww baby, I'm sorry." Maura lifted her head and raised her lips to meet Jane's in order to give her a sweet, soft kiss.

Jane smiled. "I don't mind the nightmares if I have you here with me when they wake me up." Jane leaned down and returned the kiss. She loved the feel of her girlfriend's soft pink lips and couldn't get enough of kissing them. What had started out as a small, sweet kiss, ended up escalating into something much more passionate. Jane wasn't able to control the passion she felt the moment her lips touched the other woman's. She needed more, the taste that was so simply Maura Isles drove her wild and she needed to taste more.

Jane quickly shifted her position and Maura suddenly found herself underneath the strong, muscular Italian. Jane felt the familiar throb between her own legs as she peppered the creamy soft skin of the woman beneath her. She could barely contain herself when she encountered a fully clothed Maura Isles. But whenever she woke to find her girlfriend completely naked, lying peaceful on top of her, there was no hope. As her lips covered every inch of her girlfriend's neck and chin, her hands roamed further south, finding perch upon the magnificent breasts that she loved so much. She felt as the nipples beneath her hand hardened under her touch.

Maura moaned in delight at the feel of Jane's hand upon her chest. If she didn't know any better she could swear that Jane's touch was magical, eliciting pleasure with every touch. She could have sworn that after their long night of passionate love making, she would be exhausted and tired of Jane's touch. But the honey blonde knew that she would never tire of the way the strong woman touched her body. Maura wanted more, she wanted to spend every waking moment with Jane's hands touching her in some way.

"Oh Jane, that feels magnificent." Maura moaned as Jane massaged the soft skin of Maura's ample breast.

Jane smiled. "Mmmm Maur, this right here could chase away any nightmares."

Just as Jane's hand began to creep down Maura's body to examine the wetness that she knew would be present, both women heard the vibrations of a phone. Jane attempted to resume her actions, but as the phone continued to ring, Maura knew that she had better answer it, as it could be Dr. Williams calling about a new body that they found. Maura grabbed the descending hand before it could reach its final destination and looked into Jane's chocolate eyes.

"I have to answer that Jane. It could be important." Jane groaned but she knew that Maura was right and that her girlfriend needed to answer her phone, just as she would have to if the tables were turned.

Maura gave one last quick kiss before she answered the phone and heard the always classy voice of her mother on the other line. "Mother, I...I didn't expect…"

"Darling, I hope I am not bothering you or interrupting anything. I knew that you would be up at this time of the morning and thought it would be the best time to call without interrupting you. I am not interrupting anything am I darling?"

Maura looked up at the naked woman still on top of her and smiled before answering her mother. "No mother, you aren't interrupting anything." She smiled up at Jane as she said those words.

Jane let out a quiet groan before lowering herself completely on top of Maura, resting while Maura finished the phone call. As Maura continued the phone call, Jane decided to have a little fun and returned to her previous act of kissing the column of her girlfriend's neck softly. Maura had to fight hard to maintain her composure so she did not clue her mother in on what was occurring on the other end of the line.

"Yes, mother… That would be fine…I look forward to it…Yes, Jane too…Ok, mother I will see you then." Maura said as she ended the call. She placed the phone on her bedside table and looked up at Jane, who had a mischievous grin tattooed on her face. "You know, Jane, that wasn't a very nice thing to do seeing as how my mother does not necessarily approve of our relationship."

"So does that mean you want me to stop what I was doing?" Jane asked, her devilish grin growing and her eyebrows wagging up and down.

Maura let out a small moan at the thought of Jane's lips returning to her neck. "Jane, as much as I would love to continue, that was my mother. She asked if she could come over and talk with us."

"When did she say she would be over?" Jane asked, almost afraid to hear her girlfriend's answer.

"She is on her way now." Maura said as if it was no big deal.

Jane groaned. "I guess that means I should get dressed."

"That would probably be good unless you don't mind if my mother sees you in your more natural state. But personally, I would prefer if I was the only one who got to see you like this." Maura smiled and smacked Jane lightly on the butt. "Now go get dressed."

Jane gave her girlfriend a light peck on her lips before scurrying off towards the bathroom.


Constance Isles slowly walked up the front walkway towards her daughter's Beacon Hill home. When she had planned the trip to Boston, she had never expected the drama that would surround her. She had spent most of the night making phone calls and talking to people, trying to do what she new was best for her daughter. She loved Maura just as if she had given birth to the girl herself. She new that this was one thing she would be able to do that was truly motherly. As she reached the front door, she sighed. She was exhausted and she knew that this would not be a simple talk that she was about to have. She took a moment to collect herself before she reached out to ring the doorbell.

A/N 2: Hmmm. What do you think is up Constance's sleeve? I guess you will have to wait and see. Like I said hopefully I will be quicker to update next time. Alright hope you all enjoyed and let me know what you think.