"So, what was the picture that caused Sophie to puke?" Maura asked upon settling in on the couch for their evening. Jane scratched her head. She had almost forgotten to tell after all the excitement over Casey lately.

"It was a close-up picture from a snail." She laughed when Maura looked puzzled.

"What? Really?" the blonde asked in disbelief.

"Yeah. I asked them when they were playing the other night." She felt how Maura was speechless and rubbed her knee. Its okay. "She's going to be fine. As long its only snails…" the brunette told Maura who seemed in disbelief that her child could not be good at science.

Today was movie night and it was Janes turn to pick, so soon Maura had to watch 60Seconds – an action movie she decided she didn't like. But she liked Jane, so it was fine. Her mind kept wandering off to the case and the blonde asked herself what had gone so terribly wrong with Casey. It wasn't that she ever liked him. She had told Jane, that she particularly disliked how he had treated her, which was true. But of course, she felt kind of jealous. It didn't make sense to her as Jane was with her and not with him, but still. To her feelings like jealousy were very unsettling.

And the fact that she had no control over them drove her crazy. Maura kept shooting secret glances towards Jane who appeared to be totally emerged in the world of car-theft. The blonde studied her features carefully. This woman was just gorgeous, especially when being relaxed like now.

Jane always said that Maura should carry the child, if her body allowed. But Maura thought that Jane should. With her good looks and her brilliant mind, it was out of question to the blonde that these genes should be passed on to a future generation. Of course, Jane could be stubborn, and her language was sometimes not quite fine, but it wasn't bad, because it was coupled with a good sense of humor and never exceeded any boundaries. Moreover, Maura loved Janes temper. Despite Jane assuring her that she was interesting Maura felt that she bored people.

She snapped back to reality when Jane gave a loud snort and paused the movie. "Do you want to watch something else or are you fine watching me the whole evening?" the brunette asked softly.

Maura swallowed. "No, I think I'm fine with… uhm…" Jane chuckled.

"Why, do I make you nervous?" Maura teased.

"Slightly, to be honest." Jane replied, bending over to kiss Maura onto the forehead. „For all I know you could just try to come up with a plan how to murder me without anyone finding out."

"I would never do that, Jane." Maura replied indignant. "Maybe I'm just thinking what a wonderful woman you are and that you should carry our child."

" I don't think so. There are already enough Rizzolis on this planet. I would love to see another Isles."

She opened her arms so that Maura could snuggle up close to her. Both gave a deep sigh as this was very comforting. "The world can never have enough Rizzoli's." Maura stated while wrapping her arms around Jane. They both chuckled.

"Well, we'll see what the test says." Jane said caressing the blondes back. It was all depending on the fact if one of them was in the medical condition to carry another child. The brunette listened to Maura citing various studies on the topic, knowing that this was the blondes way to cope with her feelings like insecurity.

They froze when they heard a strange noise. Jane pointed her finger to her mouth to tell Maura not to speak and both strained their ears and listened into the house. It was probably nothing, and most of all it was probably due to their jobs which made them paranoid sometimes, but whenever there was a strange noise their heartbeats seemed to stop.

If life had taught them one thing it was that the evil sometimes came to your home. The place you should feel the safest at. Maura had once told Jane that according to a study you never ever feel safe at your home again, once some somebody had intruded. Or burnt it down, Jane added in her mind. They had lived through some of the worst things that could happen to you.

And now with Casey, they were even more on guard. So much to the point, that Jane had made sure to have access to her gun anytime. It had been quite a difficult task to find the right spot, where she could grab the gun at any time, without putting the girls into danger. This spot was on her body.

Janes mind was still busy thinking about whether to check the house or just wait, when the noise appeared again. It sounded like someone scratching to a window. The brunette shot a quick look to the scratch tree to find Brownie lying on it with wide and surveilling eyes.

"Stay behind me." Jane whispered and stood. She believed that the noise had come from the kitchen and when she pointed towards it, Maura nodded.

She pulled her gun from the waistband of her jeans from behind her back and slowly walked towards the room. Both immediately noticed how one of the windows was slowly moving in the current of the wind.

Goosebumps covered the brunette's body as she approached the window with the gun in front of her face. She was ready to shoot. "There!" Maura whispered pointing to a stone with a paper attached to it. It lay on the counter under the window.

When they checked the paper after making sure that no one was around, they just found a smiley drawn on it. Julia and Sophie wandered into the room and scared them when they started talking as they hadn't heard them coming. "Ma, there was a man in front of my window. " Julia said, terrified. Then her eyes went to the smiley. "Why did you take my drawing?" she asked astonished. Jane froze when she glanced at the paper in Maura's hand.

"There was a man in front of your window?" she asked, trying not to sound too worried.

"Yes, he has been here a few times." Sophie now spoke up. A loud thud made them all turn to Maura. Jane saw that the blonde had dropped the stone.

R&I

It was three hours later when Jane lay in bed, her arms crossed behind her head on the pillow. Her mind was racing. There was no question of sleeping tonight. Maura also tossed and turned next to her.

"I can't sleep!" the blonde finally said, reaching for her nightgown as she got off the bed. "I'm going to make some tea. Do you want some too?"

"Yes. Please." Jane followed her in her sweatpants and worn BPD t-shirt. A remainder of a long-passed time. The brunette checked for the girls when passing their room. Even after five years they were still sharing it. They had ended up putting both beds into one room, making the other a room to play.

She glanced at the window, realizing that there was a streetlamp casting some light so that it was well possible to see if someone was standing in front of the window. Jane shuddered. She had wanted the girls to sleep in their bed tonight, but obviously she had done a good job hiding her fear and Maura had said, that they would be fine. They would hear any noise and could intervene at any time. It was best to keep the girls calm. Jane hoped that this was over soon, and they could move on with their lives.

"God, these are the things which make me hate my job." She said once sitting at the counter and rubbing her temple.

"Jane, Casey could have come after you anyways. I don't think that your job is a disadvantage in this situation. In the contrary. It gives you the knowledge and possibility to defend our family." Maura said, as she placed a cup of tea in front of her.

As much as Maura hated the gun sometimes, in moments like these she was happy to see it sitting close to Jane on the counter. It was a sad picture though. People shouldn't be up in the middle of the night out of worry. And they shouldn't have a gun close to them in their own home.

Jane had talked to Frankie, who, of course, had immediately offered to come and protect them. But Jane had declined the offer. He should be at home with his own family.