So as you guys will probably notice, this chapter is short. And I lack time and inspiration to write more. So please, shoot me comments and/or messages with what you still want to happen in this story.
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What Separates Me From You
Chapter O18
X X X
Two months and eight therapy sessions had passed and the both of them were now able to work on their problems. The first few sessions didn't work that well, they went to those together but eventually decided to both go to different appointments. The brunette and the blonde both needing an own therapist and psychiatrist to help chase away the nightmares.
Maura had been making more progress than her stubborn girlfriend had done which wasn't that weird since the brunette wouldn't say a word during her sessions, and if the therapist tried to help – she would get all hostile.
''You know that you need to talk in order to make progress right, Jane?'' Maura said, setting the pan with pasta on the table.
''Yeah I know, but I just can't talk about it. I'm not like you, I can't wrap my head around it. I just keep wondering, why us? The word of you being all special wasn't out yet and I was a simple bodyguard.'' Jane mumbled, grabbing two glasses from the cupboard.
''You weren't a simple bodyguard, love.'' Maura said, looking at her girlfriend who simply shrugged and placed the glasses on the table.
''I did my job, I wasn't anything out of the ordinary.'' The brunette sighed.
''It was to the world, you saved the my parents, got shot and was back not even four days later. You saved America from getting a mess.''
''And now I am practically disabled.'' Jane murmured, taking a seat at the table.
''You have made great progress, Jane.'' Maura said, grabbing them cutlery and sitting down across from the brunette.
X X X
Six months and 24 therapy sessions later both of the woman had made great progress.
''I told you, I don't know!'' Jane laughed, getting shoved by Frankie.
''You won Maura for you, what did you do?'' Frankie asked half serious.
''I have literally no idea. Maybe get someone to shoot her parents and then save them.'' Jane suggested playfully, grabbing the cannoli from the kitchen counter and making her way into the diner room.
''Or maybe push her into the pool and ruin her expensive shoes.'' Maura chimed in, grabbing the plates and following the two bantering Rizzoli's.
''I didn't know you worse such expensive shoes, are you ever going to let me live that incident down?'' Jane laughed, putting the cannoli on the table and walking over to her mother to help her out with the pans.
''Never!'' Maura yelled determined, putting the plates down.