Author's Note: This is based on a tumblr prompt by argyle.s, I hope I do it justice. I will put the prompt at the end so I don't give anything away too quickly. I'm not sure how long the story will be, but nothing too long. This is my first attempt at writing fanfic, though I have been reading it for more years than I care to count. The story is a bit AU but hopefully not OOC. All mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not the characters, not the idea, just the direction it all goes in.

Chapter 1

Jane walked into her apartment and quickly checked all the rooms and windows before putting her gun and badge away and grabbing a beer. Too many close calls and too many bad guys traipsing through that she could never seem to totally relax without clearing the apartment first. Tommy had Jo for the night since Jane was still on-call so all she had to worry about was dinner. After putting the call in for pizza, Jane went into her bedroom to retrieve the Kindle she kept in her bedside drawer.

Nobody knew how much of a reader Jane really was. It was the one thing she kept for herself, the one escape from herself that wouldn't lead to recovery down the line if she took to it too often. They all had something. Frost had his MMORPG's, Korsak his animals, and Maura had her love of Arts and designers. Of course Jane like to throw the occasional literary reference out at Maura at times just to see that adorable look of surprise and joy she would get. But even Maura didn't know the extent of Jane's reading.

Besides, if people knew how much Jane read, then they would want to know what she read. And that was not a conversation she wanted to have. Jane bought the Kindle for herself several years ago for a couple of reasons. First, it appealed to her hectic schedule and impatient nature. If she wanted something new to read at 3am when she couldn't sleep, all she had to do was download something new. And second, and just as important, there were no physical books to find homes for or to hide from prying eyes. This freed her up to read whatever she felt like without fear of censure or exposure.

This had never been more important than in the past year where Jane had come to certain realizations about herself. She read several books on coming out and even one on being gay and Catholic. She was becoming much more comfortable with the idea and stopped being so defensive when anyone alluded to it, but that was a far cry from outing herself to friends and family. She would probably consider it if she thought it would stop her Ma from bugging her about grandbabies but she had a strong suspicion it wouldn't. Instead her Ma would just try to set her up on just as horrible dates but with random women. Being gay was one thing. Actually dating was another. There was only one woman Jane was interested in dating but the risk was too great. Right now she was content to just adjust to this new version of herself and spend time with the object of her affections without any pressure or chance of screwing up the best relationship she ever had.

Shaking that thought from her mind, Jane got up to answer the door. Pepperoni pizza in hand, she settled back on the couch and began searching for something new to read. Like her dinner choice, Jane was in the mood for junk food. Her last couple reads were literary and non-fiction. Tonight she wanted something a little trashy. She remembered the bodice rippers she had sneaked from her mom as a teenager and wondered if there were lesbian equivalents.

After a short search, Jane downloaded a sample of one that looked promising. It was about a UN interpreter who lives a solitary existence until one night she is mugged and saved by an off duty FBI agent. Jane started in on her second slice as she began to read.

Catherine watched as Agent Craft swaggered over to the uniformed officers who now had the mugger handcuffed in the back of their squad car. Her long brunette hair flowed over her powerful shoulders and down the back of a well worn sweatshirt. Her running shorts showed off her long tanned legs drawing Catherine's attention with every step she took. The mysterious savior exuded authority despite her casual dress and the officers treated her accordingly. Catherine resolved to find a way to get to know this beauty better. She ran a hand through her blonde hair and looked down reviewing her own appearance. Her Vivienne Westwood dress seems unharmed, though slightly wrinkled but her brows pulled together in concern when she saw her Jimmy Choo's were scuffed beyond repair.

The physical similarities between herself and Maura weren't lost on Jane and the style seemed just what she was looking for. A nice safe way to exercise some demons that Jane wasn't quite prepared to think about directly yet. She bought the book and settled in for the night.

Jane woke to the sound of an incoming text the next morning. She groaned and flailed her arm about to find her phone without opening her eyes. She squinted at the screen and despite her body's overwhelming desire to still be sleeping, she couldn't help but smile when she saw Maura's name.

Want to meet up for Yoga at 11?

As Jane contemplated her reply a second text came through.

We can go to lunch afterwards if you like

As much as Jane would like that, or parts of that at least, she would be seeing Maura at the Rizzoli Family dinner later that day and she still had several chapters left in her book. Not to mention she needed time to separate herself and Maura from the characters so she didn't say or do anything stupid that might tip her hand.

Sorry I have to run errands this afternoon.

After she sent it off she could almost see the look of disappointment on her friend's face and it pulled at her heart. She sent a quick follow up text.

But will see you at dinner. Still on to hang out afterwards?

Yes. I have a great documentary for us.

Jane shot off a reply smiling that she was able to smooth things over.

Her afternoon now cleared, Jane got out of bed and headed into the shower. She had six hours before she was due at Maura's. Plenty of time to indulge herself with the story that almost seems like it was written for her.