A/N: Story idea from Ann, who was inspired by the song All of Me by John Legend.

I own nothing of Rizzoli and Isles nor do I own anything of John Legend's.

This one's for you Ann...


The words hit her like a brick wall. She stood in the morgue dumbfounded and for the first time in her life she was completely speechless.

"He...He proposed?" Maura finally managed to say.

"Yes." Jane said holding out her hand to show Maura the ring.

"I don't understand." Maura said and she meant it.

"What's there to understand?" Jane asked as she put her hand down, "He asked me to marry him."

"And you said yes?" Maura asked her.

"I told him I needed some time to think about it." Jane looked down at the ring on her finger, "I just wanted to see how the ring felt and looked."

"So you're not engaged?" Maura asked her.

"No." Jane told her still looking at the ring.

"Oh thank God." Maura said and Jane gave her a look.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked.

"It's just that I imagine there's a lot to discuss before any permanent decision is made." Maura said trying to cover up her blunder.

"Do you want to hear how he did it?" Jane asked her.

"I'm actually really busy at the moment." Maura told her as she stepped over to her computer, "I'm waiting on a few test results and Sergeant Korsak will be here any moment to pester me about them."

"Oh." Jane said and Maura could tell that she had hurt her feelings. Jane headed for the door and called over her shoulder, "See you later."

Maura sat down on the stool in front of her computer and sighed. She didn't want to hurt Jane, that was never her intention but ever since Casey came back into town things between Maura and Jane had changed.

Movie nights at Maura's had all but stopped. Rarely did they go to the Dirty Robber for a burger and beer. Morning runs had been put off till the weekend and soon Maura just found herself running alone.

You'd think she'd be used to it, being alone. But her friendship with Jane had changed all that. She had someone she could trust, to talk to, to lean on and now with Casey back in the picture and possibly on a permanent basis Maura saw it all fading away.

Maura was never good at feelings. They were complex and sometimes hard to understand or express but she knew one thing. She was jealous. Not of Casey and Jane's relationship but the fact that Jane was with Casey and not her.

Maura's feelings for Jane had changed from friendship to love almost a year ago. She couldn't tell you exactly when it happened but it did. But instead of telling Jane how she felt and seeing what would happen she pushed those feelings away and hid how she truly felt. When Casey came back and Maura saw how happy Jane was she was crushed. Now they were on the verge of marriage and Maura felt a panic rise in her.

She left work early, slipping out before Jane could come back down to the morgue.

At home she put her purse down on the table by the door and went into the living room. She sat on the couch and took her heels off. She went into the kitchen got a glass down from the cupboard and poured herself a glass of wine before going back into the living room to sit down on the couch.

She couldn't help but think about Jane. It worried her that Jane was considering marrying Casey.

A knock at her door stopped her thoughts. She put her glass down on the coffee table and got up. She opened the door to see Jane standing there.

"Are you still busy?" Jane asked with a small smile.

Maura wanted to lie. "No, come in." She said and let Jane in. She shut the door behind her and followed Jane into the living room.

"Can I get you a beer?" Maura asked her.

"No thanks." Jane said sitting down on the couch and Maura joined her.

Jane caught Maura taking a quick glance at her hands, "I took it off." Jane told her, "I didn't want Ma seeing it and getting too excited."

"Yes, that's probably for the best." Maura said to her. She leaned forward and picked up her glass, she took a sip then reluctantly asked, "So how did he do it?"

Maura sat and listened to Jane like a best friend should. She smiled and asked questions and nodded in all the appropriate spots.

"I'm sorry am I boring you?" Jane asked with a laugh when she noticed that Maura had closed her eyes.

Maura opened her eyes, "No, I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

Jane smiled at her, "Why don't you get some rest?" Jane patted her thigh then stood up. She headed for the front door then turned around, "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Maura just nodded and smiled at her before she went out the door and shut it behind her.

In the last few years Maura had only cried 3 times and each of those times was related to Jane somehow. Tonight was no different as she went upstairs got into bed and cried herself to sleep.

In the morning Maura went into work and literally bumped into Casey.

"Oh Maura, I'm sorry." He said grabbing her to steady her before she fell over.

"I'm okay." She said removing his hands from her and smoothing out her blouse.

"I was just here to see Jane." He told her.

"I imagine you were." Maura said her tone coming off a little rude.

"I came to say goodbye." He told her, "I'm leaving for Afghanistan in a couple of hours."

"You're leaving?" Maura asked him, "But didn't you just get back a few weeks ago?"

"Yes I did. But I'm in line for a promotion and this new assignment might help push me to the front of the line." He told her.

"Well safe trip." She said not knowing what else to say to him.

"Thank you." He said with a smile then left.

Maura knew that she should probably go find Jane and talk to her, see how she was doing now that Casey was leaving but she just couldn't make herself go. She promised that if Jane came to see her that she would be supportive and listen to whatever she had to say.

She was in the middle of an autopsy on their latest victim when Jane came into the morgue. "I don't have any results yet." Maura told her before she could ask, "Blood samples are still being processed along with the fibers found on the body."

"That's fine." Jane said as she leaned back against the empty autopsy table, her arms folded across her chest.

Maura could tell she wanted to talk. All she had to do was ask what was wrong and Jane would tell her but she remained quiet and waited for Jane to speak up first.

"Casey left." Jane said as she watched Maura cut into the body, "He's going to back to Afghanistan. Something about it helping to get him promoted."

Maura listened as she pried opened the chest cavity.

"Why would he leave when we just got engaged?" Jane asked but the question wasn't directed at Maura, "We haven't even had a chance to talk about anything and he just leaves."

"He didn't even ask me if it was okay." Jane said, "Not that he needs to ask my permission but shouldn't we have discussed it a little?"

Maura was draining the stomach contents into a bowl as Jane continued to talk.

"If I'm going to be his wife shouldn't he have asked me what I thought?" Jane said, "Aren't these the kind of decisions we're supposed to be making together?"

Jane started pacing, "Could you imagine if I had told Ma that we're engaged and then she found out he was leaving? I'd never hear the end of it."

Maura used a pair of long handled tweezers to remove a piece of lettuce from the bowl. She examined it closely then set it aside.

"But you're not engaged." Maura said as she sniffed a partially digested mushroom.

"What?" Jane asked.

"You keep saying you're engaged but you're not." Maura said to her.

"After everything I said to you that's the one thing you picked up on? That we're not engaged?" Jane asked her confused.

Maura just looked at her.

Jane scoffed, "Let me know if you find anything." She said then walked out of the morgue.

Maura sighed. She knew she should be more supportive and try to be happy for Jane but how could she do that when she was losing her?

She continued with the autopsy and put a rush on a few tests before going into her office to work on the notes. She sat staring at the empty document on her computer screen, lost in her thoughts about Jane.

There was a time where she had thought maybe Jane had loved her too. Maura wasn't good at reading signals so she couldn't be entirely sure but it's not like she could ask anyone either, especially Jane. But looking back on the times they were together she thought there was hope.

Yes, friends had sleepovers and went drinking together and sure they bickered about pizza toppings and argued about why watching baseball was more important than a documentary on fungus. But during those sleepovers Jane slept closer than usual, resting her head on Maura's shoulder or throwing an arm around her. They'd watch movies on Maura's big wide expansive couch yet they sat so close to each other their arms touched. Maura didn't have a problem with that. She liked having Jane close to her, touching her. And it seemed Jane liked it as well because Jane always seemed to be touching her.

Sometimes the way Jane looked at her would just make Maura melt. Nobody looked at their friend that way and still remained just friends for long. There always seemed to be a wanting from Jane but Maura didn't know if she should just give in and move their friendship to the next level or not. She worried like anyone else would that if anything moved forward and then didn't work out that it would ruin everything that they had built up to that point.

All the second guessing and wondering could all be put to rest if Maura would just ask Jane how she felt. But how do you ask your best friend if they're in love with you?

Maura shook the thoughts from her head. She couldn't think about it anymore. It was starting to drive her crazy. So instead of thinking about Jane and how she was losing her to Casey, she starting typing up the notes for the autopsy.

A week later Maura was down in the morgue halfway through an autopsy when Jane came bustling in. "Find anything useful?" Jane asked as she picked up a pair of tweezers from the tray.

"Jane, please don't play with my instruments." Maura said as she looked up at her.

Jane put the tweezers back down on the tray, "We need something to catch this killer."

Maura had her hands inside the body trying to remove one of the kidneys and wasn't paying attention.

"Anything Maura, anything at all." Jane said to her as she hovered near the body.

"Oh for the love of God!" Maura said, "I'm wrist-deep in a body right now Jane. Can you please just be quiet and let me do my work?"

Maura looked at her and made sure she wasn't going to say anything else before she went back to work. Jane stood still and quiet for about half a minute before she starting shifting her weight from one foot to another, her hands behind her back.

She went around to the other side of the table and was practically leaning over Maura's shoulder to see what she was doing.

Maura stopped her work and stood up straight bumping into Jane. She let out a sigh, "Go wait in my office and I'll have some preliminary results for you in 10 minutes."

Jane smiled, "Thank you."

Jane went into Maura's office and sat down in her chair behind her desk and waited. She watched Maura as she continued the autopsy. Jane loved watching Maura at work. She loved the way her eyebrows furrowed when she concentrated. The way the tip of her tongue stuck out a little as she tried to figure something out. Even the way she got absolutely giddy over stomach content. It was the small things she loved about Maura, the small things that no one else noticed.

When Maura was finished she came into her office and Jane moved from her chair to the one across from her. Maura sat down, "You are very distracting."

"So I've been told." Jane said to her with a grin.

Maura grabbed a small stack of papers from her desk and tapped them on her desk to line them up. She opened a drawer and grabbed a paperclip but instead of one paper clip, a whole chain came out.

Maura glared at Jane, "Have you had too much caffeine or something today?" She asked as she undid one paper clip and put her papers together.

"Nope." Jane said to her with a smile.

Maura noticed three balled up pieces of paper on the floor surrounding her trash can. "Were you playing basketball in here again?" She asked as she got up and went over to the trash can.

She bent down and started to pick up the trash. She heard a snap and then felt the sting. She squealed and stood up, "Did you just hit me with something?" she asked rubbing her ass with her hand.

Jane smiled and twirled a rubber band on her finger, "They used to call me Dead Shot in parochial school."

Maura went back to her chair and sat down, "Is there a reason you're in such a good mood today?"

"Yep." Jane said to her, "Casey's coming back to Boston tomorrow."