'I watch her walk away, I crave to go after her. It is her I want. She is Maura Isles.'

Since joining Maura's creative writing class, Jane struggles with everything going on, maybe writing could cure the feeling of being lost and alone.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Rizzoli and Isles. It belongs to Tess and Janet, you ladies are awesome. As are Angie and Sasha who brought the characters to life. :)

I wrote this before going to bed, it's short but there shall be more. Sometimes you gotta give your muse what it needs.

I look up as she struts into a room
All eyes are on her
I smile as she only notices me.
I feel her approach closer as she leans over my desk
Her lips on mine as I hear the whistles of my coworkers
My middle finger raises towards the onlookers.

She bats at my hand before pulling away
She licks her lips feeling accomplished before she exits.
I watch her walk away, I crave to go after her.
It is her, I want
She is Maura Isles.

Yet it was just a dream.

I wake in my bed alone
My apartment completely empty
I feel empty.
Every morning I get up
I realize that I'm alone.

My phone rings and I answer.
Death has happened
I must go in another day and see her.
She's always there
Looking like a runway model.
She's currently giving me the cold shoulder.

She's talking to Korsak as I approach
They both stop when I get there.
She keeps on looking at me
Expecting my patience as always
She can't agree that the reddish brown stain is in fact blood.
Sometimes I don't know why I try.

The day comes to an end hours later
Victory as we put another killer behind bars.
We go out to celebrate as a team.
She's sitting across from me drinking wine
No words shared between us
The boys expect me to do something to stop this anxiety.

Something stirs inside of me
I ask her to dance
I pull her in
my hand squeezing hers
bodies pressed together.

How do we end up here?
Hours later in my bed
It is no longer empty
She consumes me
all my senses on high alert.

The next morning I awaken
There she is laying beside me
Nothing is said, she just flashes a smile
Once she leaves the bed I extend my hand
She tells me she has to go
I frown at her words.

I sense regret.

I'm alone in my thoughts.
Alone in my bed, yet again.
Why must I continue to be alone?
Why did she have to go?
Why can't she just love me so?

She is complex.
She is wonderful.
She is Maura Isles.