I have not stop writing my other story "Someone To Love", I knew that I wouldn't get a new chapter out before the New Year, so I give you guys a new story. I sure hope you guys love it as much as the other. And yes it is a G!P story.

Disclaimer: R & I belong to TNT and Tess Gerritsen, I do not own them, are make any wages from my story, I'm only having fun with our sweet ladies 🙂.

Chapter 1

Jane's POV:

From the moment she laid eyes on her, Jane knew she'd made a mistake. There wasn't a chance in hell, let alone in Boston, that she would want her. She tore her eyes away from Maura. Not that she'd even seen all of her, but she would've known that golden brown, wheat colored hair from a mile away. Her beautiful face was half-hidden by a ridiculously huge bouquet of roses and there was so much traffic in and out of this busy hospital entrance that Jane's view was constantly obstructed.

She stared at her hands. Her ugly, damaged hands. Feeling the ring burning a hole in her pocket, the bouquet of purple orchids- those flowers she knew are Maura's favorite, but they weren't near half the size of the ones Dr. Maura Isles was all but smiling over at the moment.

Her gut instinct was practically screaming for her to leave. Abandon the mission and high tail it back to the rehab hospital! Well… she'd take the shortcut back given how she still gets a bit winded because of the gunshot wound to her lower bowels. But Jane Rizzoli did have a lot of thinking to do. That and how the non-reunion just failed to take place. The reunion that should've been the happiest day of her life. Instead, the dark brunette shook her head sadly before turning away to leave. This was precisely the reason she hadn't come back sooner.

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Maura's POV:

"Hey! Easy there, Doc! We don't want you going into labor right here!" The delivery guy gently gripped Maura's elbow.

Maura instinctively slipped a protective hand underneath her full belly as she allowed herself be steadied by the florist delivering yet another amazing bouquet for another lucky nurse or doctor. It was always easy to discern what type of floral deliveries were meant for the patients currently admitted at Massachusetts General Hospital as opposed for the facility's employees. This particular bouquet definitely didn't have stuffed toy or item in sight. No. This bouquet was definitely for a staffer… one lucky to have some romance in their lives.

Unlike her.

Maura winced at another tiny pinch in her back and gave the extended belly another protective rub as the babies shifted inside of her again. Everyday it seemed her belly button grew bigger and further away from her stomach, and was now starting to show through her black scrubs.

The closer Dr. Isles came to her due date, the more she needed to come out here to the forecourt to get some air. Stretching her back and trying reminding herself that everything was going to be okay.

Because it would be, one way or another, it had to. Everything has to be okay, the young mother thought.

Maura wasn't quite at full term yet, but she was so close! Just three more weeks, maybe less, and she'd have a baby for each arm! A little handsome boy and a sweet, little girl. Two sweet little Jane Rizzolis who would never know their other mother/father.

It still seemed like it was just yesterday Maura was staring wide-eyed at the pregnancy test she took that fateful morning after being exhausted and sick for weeks, and then suddenly realizing she was two weeks late for her menstrual cycle. Now, eight months, ten days, and counting, Dr. Isles was struggling to just keep her balance with her ever-growing belly!

Tears prickled in the corner of Maura's eyes, as the all, too vivid reminder that she was going to have to undergo all of this by herself. Tears threatened to completely fill her vision. She could no longer hide her emotions.

"Hey, you sure you're doing alright, sweetie?" The deliveryman kept his hand on her elbow until the doctor nodded. However, her eyes remained glued to the biggest bouquet of the reddest roses she'd ever seen.

Countless of bouquets passed through those front, double sliding doors each day, to be whisked up a stairwell or elevators to grace the top of window ledges in patient rooms or desk tops of staff offices, and occasionally at nurses stations. Not to mention the parades of cute-as-can-be baskets, gift boxes overflowing with chocolate, teddy bears, cookies, colorful swirly topped cupcakes, to even pillows with red hearts, and I-LOVE-U, red, white, and pink balloons.

Valentine's Day had nearly sent her running for home. But with the early arrival of beautiful, spring weather in Boston, it seemed the evergreen of blossoming romances were popping up all over this place.

Pffffft.

Romance. Who needs it?

Maura sucked in a deep breath of fresh air and then exhaled out a sigh. I need romance or love! I will take either, she thought to herself.

Maura knew that she wasn't expecting a bouquet this year, but a girl could hope.

Now that the doctor was approaching her due date, her mind was playing all kinds of tricks on her.

Such as right now. For a split second, the image of a five-foot-eight-something, with wild and curly long black hair with coffee colored eyes; believed to be a soldier in full combat gear blinded her to everything else occurring around her.

Ugh! Maura shook her head trying clear it.

Jane was gone… never to return. Maura had been stupid to cling to the idea the brunette just might come back to her. Even sillier to imagine Jane Rizzoli being here to see the birth of their babies. Babies Jane didn't even know she had sired.

Trust her to become the victim of a very well, and functioning penis.

Flashback:

"We can use protection if you want to. I'm clean and have used condoms with every sexual partner I've ever slept with. Plus," Jane began to state in a defeated tone of voice. "The doctors tell me that I'm infertile and will never have kids,"

Maura looked at the sexy, naked woman on top of her. She felt sorry for Jane, that she would never have a child of her own. That was a hard pill to swallow for anyone.

But, she felt safe with Jane. She wanted to feel all of her tonight, knowing that she would be leaving in the morning.

"I just had an annual check-up and I'm clean as well. I've also used protection with my other partners, but I trust you Jane. I want to feel you, and only you tonight," Maura said in a deliberate, measured tone.

Jane smiled down at her, and then took her lips in a soft, passionate kiss. "Are you sure?" Jane whispered against her wet lips.

Maura nodded affirmatively as she felt Jane align her thick and hard erection with her soft, wet entrance, nudging her womanly folds apart seeking admittance. Then Maura felt her. The heat of Jane sliding inside her wet channel, stretching her like no other, and then taking her in preparation to completely mate with her.

Then she filled her completely, the heat of Jane sliding into her silky and moist warmth. Her muscles clenched and gripped her, needing something only Jane could give. Maura knew she had to relax and stop being greedy, but this was all she ever wanted! She wanted it all!

Jane remained still once she was fully inside Maura, buried to the hilt. They both savored the delicious sensations of the warm nest of pleasure created between them. As the dark eyes glanced down at her, Jane whispered. "Wrap your legs around my waist. I want to feel all of you, baby!"

Maura did as she was told,bringingJane even closer and deeperwithin her body. Jane began thrusting in and out of her and steadily began increasing in pace, causing the throbbing between the doctor's legs to begin intensifying with each stroke.

Jane eventually lifted her own hips to help Maura receive her evendeeper and she could actually feel blood rushing through her veins as their passionate heat continued to build. This rush in sensations caused the brunette to shudder and the honey blonde flexed those delicate muscles to grasp Jane even more firmly within her. And then in a surprise move, Jane lowered her head and captured a rosy tipped nipple in her mouth and began sucking on it while her body rode Maura hard.

She bit her bottom lip against a moan as Maura continued flexing, practically massaging Jane's penis, which was sporadically thrusting at this point due to the delicious sensations the doctor's Kegel exercise techniques were creating. Jane then gave up and screamed out her name when a mass of sensations ripped through her. Heat burst into flames and Maura tightened her grip on Jane, when she bucked against the doctor several times with the speed of whiplash. Maura then moaned as she felt Jane's hot juices starting to fill her inside and also feeling the tip occasionally brushing against her elusive g-spot. This especially sent tremors of wondrous sensations throughout the young doctor's body.

They shared passion, pleasure, and possession. Tonight, Jane was Maura's and Maura was Jane's. She continued thrusting within Maura until she had nothing left to give, and then finally Jane moaned her name and collapsed on top of her heavy and sweaty. Maura softly ran her hands over the strong shoulders, gently stroking Jane's back as she personally reveled in the feeling of the brunette's warm flesh still joined within her own silky smooth warmth.

When Jane's breathing returned to normal, she shifted her weight off of Maura, withdrawing from her, and lay moretowards the other side of the bed. Maura, too, moved to cuddle closer to Jane as if that's where she belonged.

Jane laid a hand across Maura's thigh as she met her hazel gaze. She breathed in deeply, pulling her closer and said: "When I come back, you better be all in white and wearing a veil…"

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No.

Not a victim.

She'd never let herself be treated as a victim again. Nor would her children.

She had made her own choices, her own decisions. She'd made that silent vow the day she left…well, no one would have called the place she grew up in home. But from the day she left France and come down to Boston to attend BCU to train to become a surgeon, Maura was going to be the one to make her own choices and decisions. She eventually became the most sought out surgeon in the country and that was especially when Maura made a daily promise to the people assigned to her care here at Mass General to ensure no patient felt as lonely and unwanted as she had growing up.

A fresh sheen of tears threatened to cloud her eyes when she glimpsed the card nestled amongst the abundant roses. It was addressed to: 'For the woman I love with all my heart! Dr. Diane Corrie.'

It was just the sort of comment Jane would've made each time they'd sneak off into the further recesses of some obscure area or closet space within the 80-year-old hospital Dr. Isles nearly described as her second home since she was here far more than her actual home. Two. Perfect. Weeks. One passionate night, a night that resulted in a disaster.

A rapid-fire set of images lit up her mind so vividly, Maura could almost feel Jane's touch. Those strong and capable hands. Laughter lines crinkling around her soft brown as chocolate eyes. Her sharp, yet soft cheeks rubbing against her own. The rich, full-bodied laughter she made, which would have everyone around her smiling and feeling happy.

Provost Marshal Officer, Jane Rizzoli. The most vibrant, intelligent, passionate, and committed; now missing, absent, and long-gone. The dream come true of a girl Maura could have ever imagined having the pleasure of meeting… and of bedding. It would've been absolutely perfect if they had just used protection that night or if she hadn't forgotten to take her pill.

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"Hey, Maura!" Nina Holiday, her favorite nurse, appeared by her side as they waited for the ambulance to reverse into the emergency bay. "Are you on this one too?"

She was and Maura nodded her head in her direction, not yet ready to trust herself due to the looming sob threatening to burst forth instead of her voice if she spoke. The doctor was also in desperate need of keeping herself preoccupied, so she didn't drown in self-pity. This especially was another forbidden emotion that she didn't like.

"YAY, for the redhead trooper Doctor!" Nina threw a little punch into the air.

"Strawberry blonde, if you don't mind!" Maura nudged Nina with her elbow, her own attention still focused on the back of the reversing ambulance.

"Call it what you like, sweetie. As far as the universe is concerned, you're a blazing haired ginger!" She laughed, touching Dr. Isles on her swollen belly, and feeling a baby kick.

Maura laughed, relieved Nina didn't quiz her about the babies. The nurse had a baby girl herself. And, if the rumor mill was anything to go by, (which Maura personally didn't endure in), to be well and truly single after her now ex-husband turned out to be more Prince Deadbeat than Charming. So, if Nina could be single and raising a child while also working a medical career, then Dr. Maura Isles knew she could personally raise her twins on her own.

"Aren't you sick of vegetables and whole grains wheat yet, love?" Nina asked with her eyes also trained on the approaching ambulance.

"Nope!" Maura answered truthfully. Mercifully her pregnancy cravings had leaned in the direction of good, nutritious foods and not chips and sweets. "I've never met a carrot stick I didn't like!" she added, hoping to drown out the pain in her lower back.

"How 'bout the pelvis?"

Maura smirked. She knew it was only a matter of time she would be asked this question. Nina being pregnant once and giving birth, now an expert on labor.

Another kick in her belly made her gasp, and hold her lower stomach.

"Strong one?" Nina asked, her brow cinching in concern for her pregnant friend.

Maura nodded, forcing a long, slow breath between her lips to ease the pain. "These babies are vying for the 'Infant Kick Boxing Championships!'" She pressed her hands to her lower back and pushed her thumbs in hard, trying to ease the pain there.

"When are you taking off on maternity leave?" Nina tipped her head back towards the hospital. "Or, are you doing the full maternity thing?"

Maura shook her head. "Today is my last working day, but I would've loved to keep working up to the very end." Doing this alone was going to be difficult enough, not to mention very expensive. However, Maura knew she could afford it and her babies would want for nothing.

Nina gave her a sidelong look, then opened her mouth as if to ask another question, but closed her lips tight. She didn't want to upset the pregnant doc.

The expression on Nina's face was that of a woman who knew better than to ask more questions. Maura had made it more than clear one day at one nurse's station, and anyone else who would have been listening. No one was getting any information beyond the fact she was now pregnant. Her kids' father, and the exact due date of their birth, were her secrets and hers alone! Maura was holding them tightly to her heart.

Maura shot Nina an apologetic look. She wasn't trying to be difficult, but as the days went by, life was becoming more complicated, not less for the young doctor. There had been a flow of rumors about what might or may not have happened. They all assumed that she was gay anyway. So, when the speculations tightened around the notion that she'd gone to a sperm donor via IVF, she hadn't said no even though it wasn't entirely true either. To Maura, it was irrelevant because it was nobody's business. It was far easier to have them believe that than trying to explain the fact a woman she'd thought would marry her, let alone able to get her pregnant. The same person who hadn't so much as sent a letter.

Creep.

No. That wasn't fair... even if it was justifiable. She didn't really expect anything from Jane Rizzoli. Maura hadn't truly wanted anything. Expecting and wanting only led to disappointment, and unfortunately, that's precisely what she got from Jane. But the day she'd found out she was pregnant…after the shock had worn off, it was as if her body had suddenly been filled with bliss. It was the purest sort of happiness, she had ever experienced. She felt peace for the first time in her life. It was just that Jane didn't know, which was making it harder. That was all.

But circumstances were different; she would be off work soon, and putting her swollen feet up. She had already prepared the nursery and even knitted two blankets: one blue and the other pink.

Maura swallowed a humorless laugh. If circumstances were truly different she'd have the father of her babies by her side. But it wasn't meant to be; their father, Jane, was long gone. So, here she was at work, thirty-two weeks pregnant with twins, trying to make the best of things.

A slight sigh exhaled out of her chest when the driver side door to the ambulance opened and her long-term colleague and friend: Susie Chang, threw her a wave before heading to the back of the vehicle. Susie had all but grown up in the hospital and 'frequented' the corridors as much as she did. They'd shared more than enough cups of tea and private conversations in the various nooks and crannies of 'The Institution' they both considered the hospital to be home more than the actual places where they now resided.

The idea that the chief residents of the hospital were having an upcoming meeting to discuss the hospital's future sent shivers along Maura's spine. The place was a hospital! A lifeline for so many Boston families and the patients they cared for! Surely they would find the necessary money from somewhere—like they always did! They could at least have a fundraiser and she could personally ask members of the Isles Foundation for their support and donations, so they could keep providing the top-rate service they always did to any person who needed it.

"You guys ready for our top patient of the day?" Susie asked the gathering handful of medical professionals, her dark eyes crackling with her usual high-octane approach to life.

"I'm always ready!" Came a rich, very male, very Scottish brogue from behind her.

Maura turned at the sound of Dr. Kent Drake's voice. He was a recent transplant from East Kilbride. A very annoying, "Mr. Thinks He-Knows-It-All." But at least he was a brilliant doctor. Maura had to give him that.

"Any chance you're going to unload the patient?"

Maura narrowed her eyes at Kent's curt, and gruff worded question, clearly aimed at Susie. She thought she'd heard something wicked in his tone though, but the flirtatious kind of wicked. However, by the time her eyes caught his baby blue's, he was the picture perfect of the intensely focused trauma surgeon she'd come to know in the handful of months…or was it weeks now that he'd been at Mass General? When Dr. Isles turned back around, she noticed Susie crinkling her nose as if Kent smelled of horse manure.

"So!" Dr. Isles clapped her hands together and pasted on a smile. "How's our patient's doing?"

"The patient's stable." Susie snapped simultaneously, primarily at Kent. There was a tense moment of silence as the pair glared at one another. Bodies frozen as if in preparation to pounce on each other if the other displayed any sign of weakness first, but neither did.

"Ohh-kkay then." Maura raised her hands in complete surrender. "My bad. Blame it on my pregnancy brain."

She shot Kent an apologetic smile then arced it into an inquisitive one for Susie.

It wasn't like the spirited paramedic to quarrel with the trauma doctors. Especially if they were all lovely and ruggedly handsome, tousled long black hair and coffee colored eyes. He was no Jane, of course, and there was no replacing Jane Rizzoli. She had ruined her for anyone else so…

Why are you being loyal to the woman who never called you back, sent you a text or even mailed you a damn letter? Maura thought.

"You better be all in white and wearing a veil…" Jane's words resounded the morning she left, leaving Maura high and dry.

Ha. She probably had a bride-to-be waiting in every state. Or wherever it was military police left their women whose hearts they stole then discarded like a used condom. Not that she'd been so stupid as to let herself fall in love or anything. Who was she kidding though?

"Has anyone seen Dr. Faulkner?" Nina asked no one in particular.

Maura shook her head, knowing her eyes looked blank. She'd been miles away.

"I let him know when we were in route," Susie said.

"How very scrupulous of you." Kent remarked in a way that didn't sound as if he thought being diligent was a good thing. Maura made a mental note: Dr. Drake seems to have brought some bad baggage with him down from East Kilbride. The kind that's hard to unpack.

Maura tipped her head as if shaking out the judgmental thought. This was not her thing! She was in a fine enough predicament herself so…judge not, so one would not be judged.

Maura forced herself to tune in as Susie verbalized the new patient's details. Details she knew were already on hand, if her brain would just function properly!Come on, Maura focus! She admonished herself.

As the keywords pinged out about the young man's condition, who had collapsed on the football field from cardiac arrests—hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, arrhythmias, poor circulation, acute need for transplant of the heart- the team was now unloading. A heart that needed replacing and fast. A pacemaker could take up the slack for now, but a long-term transplant was a necessary request.

Maura took her spot on the side of the gurney wheeling it away as Susie and her other colleague slammed the back doors of the emergency vehicle shut. The pale-faced boy on the ventilator looked so young, tucked beneath the blue blanket on the streamlined gurney.

When Maura looked across to Nina, opposite of her, she glimpsed what she knew was burning in her own eyes. Hope. Hope that this poor, young man would get a new heart and have a full, rich life.

Out of the corner of her eye, Maura saw yet another delivery person. Only this time, it was a woman, who arrived with yet another lovely bouquet. Nina this time was a deep red, scarlet almost, because those were her favorite, as well as her own.

The woman was almost hesitant in her approach to the hospital's main desk as though the rhythm of her stride had been short-circuited and needed to remind herself on how to properly walk. She had long pitch-black, wild curly hair, with brown highlights in it, and… there was something… No, not just something! It was everything! Because it was Jane…

Everything inside Maura froze except her heart. An explosion of heat erupted inside her chest, shooting out as sharp edged pins instead of sparkling fireworks. The thumping of her heart pounded with such force against her rib cage, Maura could hardly breathe.

Until this very moment, Maura had never been entirely sure if she had fallen in love with Jane over those two, perfect weeks. But now she knew it in her very core that she had.

Why else would she be carrying these two perfect babies and vowing every single day to protect them against everything that had hurt her in her own childhood? Abandonment. Neglect. Disinterested.

Maura watched as Jane scanned the map just inside the lobby. She was frozen in place.

Her hair looked a bit shorter now, it had just reached her waist when Maura had last seen her. Now it curled just over her strong shoulders, covering her forehead. But there was no telling of the length her hair would've been had she'd come back from her tour on New Year's as she said she would.

Maura felt vomit surge up within her throat and it was everything she could do not to gag. Had Jane been reassigned back here, or discharged, and been home all these months?

'…all in white and wearing a veil…'

Maura swallowed hard, but the feeling of nausea was becoming harder to fight off.

A moment later, Jane lowered the bouquet with disappointment and turned to look at the group assembled around the fast moving gurney. Her gaze caught Maura's then doubled back and held.

The only sound Maura could hear was the rush of blood in her ears.

There was that cute little cleft in her chin, highlighting the sharp lines of her lovely cheekbones, more pronounced now, than when Maura had last seen her. The not so straight line of her nose, that was once broken.

The fullness of her lips, appearing more as a bounty hunter than police officer. A baffling, mysterious looking woman. Quite a change from the warm smiling and beautiful woman who'd swept Maura off her feet.

Thick black lashes outlining a perfect pair of brown eyes that were all, but embedded into the memory part of her brain. They widened in surprise before she turned away.

Maura's hands flew to her mouth, hoping to mask the gasp of disbelief burning within her chest, then just as quickly, she pressed them into her back as another hard cramp hit the base of her spine, and shooting out into other areas of her huge belly.

Did she see me? Maura thought. Of course she did, and she turned away!

She surmised Jane was bringing flowers for another woman. It was the only logical explanation the doctor could think of. They certainly weren't for a patient. Maura knew her bouquets and there wasn't anybody on earth who brought a dozen purple orchids to a patient.

For a moment Maura thought she heard her colleagues exchanging information with the patient's parents who had arrived in their own vehicle. Across the bay, she recognized Dr. Ian Faulkner heading out of the wide double doors, the same set of doors Jane was heading for.

Dr. Faulkner was Australian, unlike Jane, who had grown up in Boston. Briefly, Maura wondered if they would get along despite they were both beginning to look fuzzy around the edges.

Acute, almost unbearable pain seized Maura's midsection followed by a burst of liquid from just below her baby belly and down her legs to puddle on the floor beneath her.

Everything was blurry now. The nausea Maura had been struggling to fight against was winning and she started to dry heave.

Maura knew she was going to fall before she actually hit the hard, marble floor. Unfortunately, there was nothing Maura could do to stop it. Part of her mind was aware of her lips parting, trying to tell someone while her hands simultaneously tried reaching out to grab the gurney… or something else nearby since she finally realized the team had already moved past her towards the hospital entrance. They were completely unaware that she had become overwhelmed with labor pains. She tried her best to scream, whisper, anything…and then there was darkness.

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This has been in my head for a long time. So I made it it's own story, and it's completed, just waiting on my Beta to send my other chapters back lol. This will be only about fore to five more chapters, nothing to long. Hope you guys enjoy it.