Well... I wanted to get you one more chapter, a double header if you will, before the weekend. I am also trying to get to their date before the weekend ends. If it doesn't happen forgive me, but we are getting there.

Also a side note... Jane and Angela's relationship is still as crazy as ever. I try to get that vibe from the show to show up here in the story, but I want my Jane to know she can rely on her mom and actually lean on her instead of knowing her mother loves her but avoids her like the plague. Well... with the big things at least. LOL

Thank you all for the reviews. You are all gorgeous. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!

Jane walked in to the precinct with a cup of coffee and a pop to her step. She was the first one in the homicide bullpen and then diverted her path to the anteroom where she pulled up the App Maura showed her of the Oleander groves in the Boston area. She took a sticky note and placed it where they found Caro Rivera, and then another sticky note and placed it on the screen where they found Ava Crowe. She wasn't as tech savvy as Frost and wanted to get her notes on the screen before she lost her thoughts.

When she woke this morning, she was rested and felt phenomenal. It didn't help that Jane panicked for a split second when she could move her hand feeling it pinned to the mattress she lay on. When she yanked her hand from beneath Maura's ribs causing the woman to grunt and then sigh, it took everything in Jane's power to stifle her laugher. When she got dressed in the guest room, she walked back to the sleeping cinnamon blonde, looked into the room and watched Maura breathe for a few moments before taking Maura's phone and unlocking the locked screen with Maura's own thumb.

She opened an untitled note and typed in her message and lay the phone back on the dresser next to the bed to charge on the wireless charging station. She smiled her last at the woman and flew out of the room and to work where she could hopefully get a jump on the case, finish earlier than normal, and get ready for her date without feeling rushed.

Finally, her team began to filter in and both Frost and Korsak paused when they found the monitor on the wall covered in stick it notes with notes on each of them.

"When did you get here?" Korsak asked as he sipped his coffee.

Jane lifted her head and grinned then eyed his cup. Korsak playfully pulled his cup of coffee to him and Frost laughed but his laughter fell short when Jane turned her gaze on his cup.

"You don't want this Jane," Frost said, and Jane lifted an eye brow as Jane advanced on the younger man's coffee. He backed away.

"It's decaf Jane," Frost grinned when Jane pulled back as if scandalized. She pointed her index finger at him.

"That's just wrong Frost," she turned back to the monitor, "Give me some time to head downstairs to get some coffee, and I'll be right back to explain some connections," Jane sped out of the room and then towards the elevator.

When the doors opened she walked into the box then pushed the lobby button, she rubbed her eyes. Looking at the monitor and her notes for so long set her eyes were on fire. She realized she was at it for about 2 hours already. She concluded they needed a man on the inside, they all agreed to that but how? No one in their team could dance, well except for her and Maura but they were nowhere near the caliber these people were. But…

The doors opened, and Jane ran her hand through her hair as she walked toward the café. There was a small line at the counter but when her mother looked up there was a glint. Yes, a glint in her eye that warned Jane. It set off bells and set Jane's senses tingling. By the time Jane made it to the counter Angela had her coffee already poured and handed the cup to her daughter as Jane handed her the money.

"What, Ma?" Jane asked as she looked around and found that they had a small space and a little bit of privacy. Jane pulled her cup to her lips and sipped sighing, closing her eyes at the caffeinated goodness. She nearly moaned aloud at the splendid sensation of the liquid snapping all her dulled wits back awake.

"I see you didn't get home last night," Angela said causing Jane to choke. Angela smirked and grabbed a cloth and the disinfectant and went to bus tables bypassing Jane as the tall brunette made sure she didn't have coffee spewed onto her shirt as she coughed in surprise of her mother's greeting.

"What do you mean? How would you know anyways?" Jane rambles recovering then walking right up to Angela whispering in a hiss. Angela only wiped the tables and took cups and plates back to the kitchen. Jane was about to storm in the back after her mother, but Angela popped through the swinging galley door right into Jane. There was a loud thump, ow, and then stunned silence.

"Oh sweetie," Angela cried as she went back and brought out some ice for Jane's cheek. Angela walked Jane over to the table and made her daughter sit as she fussed over her eldest child with minimal complaint.

"Ma," Jane said as she reached up to Angela's wrist and stopped her mother seeing the small grin on her apologetic face.

"I don't think it will bruise for tonight, Janie, but you should keep that on there longer," Angela said and then glanced around to the empty District One Café and sat next to her daughter, "I know you have not been home because you didn't come down here and yell at me for your dress for tonight," Angela said as she watched her daughter scoff.

"Ma, I wont yell," Jane tried to argue but Angela gave her a look only a mother could give her child, "Much. Look I'm sorry Ma. Its just things are complicated," Jane began.

"Well uncomplicate them!" Angela's voice rose as she gestured with her hand in frustration, "Look honey, sometimes you are an idiot, but I love you any ways. Dr. Isles…" Angela paused, and a small smile met her lips as she remembered there adventure yesterday.

"You like her a lot don't you, Ma?" Jane asked softly looking down on her mother. When she saw her mom and her best friend together, laughing in easy comfort of one another it made Jane's heart warm and swell. It was beyond beautiful watching her mom with Maura. Jane saw the attachment as soon as Angela moved into the guesthouse. Maura got a best friend, a few brothers, and now a mother. Things she had always wanted.

"I love her like her was my own, Janie. Its what Italian mothers do. We love our children, both those we bore, and those we choose," Angela stood and planned to walk away as she felt it was too much of a touchy-feely conversation for her tough as nails daughter.

Jane reached out by Angela was already in the back and you could hear the water stray on the dishes for a quick wash. Jane was met with silence. The ambient noise of her mother washing dishes, the chatter in the lobby, and the electronics kicking off and on made her feel like her mother took with her all sound, all noise worth listening too. Jane reached out for her cup of coffee, and her phone went off. She recognized the message tone and smiled, feeling a little giddy, and a rock settle in her stomach remembering the way she left Maura that morning, the message on her phone.

Maura: You are sweet

Jane: Sometimes, I just didn't want to wake you. Sleep has been hard for both of us to get and I wanted you to get as much sleep as possible.

Maura: Why is that? Anything … strenuous planed for the evening?

Jane looked down to her phone and blinked. Her throat tightened, and the moisture fled from her mouth leaving it parched. She knew Maura was a sexual creature. Hell, she even had facts about hemoglobin A increasing or something like that. Jane was used to the talks and words Maura used, but she had never been on the receiving end of the Doctor's advances, or intentions.

Jane: Flirt

There she settled with that small cool response and was proud of herself as she sat there staring at the floor looking at her watch thinking about the case, and the ice on her cheek. She felt the good old 15 minutes with ice, and 15 minutes without ice might do the trick, but she only ever did that with sprains.

"I am only a flirt when I feel comfortable," came a voice from behind her. Jane spun with the small pack on her face and she looked down to her phone, and then to the woman before her. Jane clipped the phone to her belt and smiled to Maura.

"I'm glad you are comfortable with me," Jane confessed.

"However, conversations about sex make you slightly uncomfortable," Maura said as she walked toward Jane and stopped a professional distance from the brunette. Jane saw Maura's eyes flit to her lips and she couldn't help but lick them unconsciously displaying her thoughts to Maura. Then Maura's eyes narrowed when she smiled with joy and mischief.

"I like making you slightly uncomfortable Jane," Maura said as she walked to the counter to wait for Angela, "It's a tremendous change from you always being in control," Maura said as she turned when Angela walked from the back drying her hands on a towel.

"So, you want me out of control?" Jane asked not thinking, "To lose control?" Maura still faced away from Jane. If she could see the cinnamon blonde's face she would have seen the blush travel up her neck, settle in her ears, the bite of her lower lips, and her hazel eyes widen as she glanced at Angela. Angela stood stock still as her jaw dropped, and she shifted from one foot to the next. Finally, coffee in hand, Maura turned, and her eyes met Jane's. A look, one could call a smolder, but not quite to the level of desire, graced Maura's features. Jane felt every nerve ending in her body respond to that look, and she nearly melted. Maura walked past the detective but paused at Jane's side. Maura looked up, Jane looked down, brown clashed with hazel.

"I only want what you can give me, and to lose what you feel comfortable with," Maura bit her lips as her eyes slid once more to Jane's lips. Maura blinked as if coming down from the clouds and stepped away from her friend and smiled professionally, cordially. Jane stood rooted to the floor. She finally looked up and saw her mother and her heart sped up as she realized her mother watched the entire encounter. She turned around brought the cup to her lips, looking around at the people, looking as if she wasn't staring at her friend, but watched Maura.

"You are in so much trouble," Angela rasped next to her daughter looking at Maura as she walked into the elevator. Jane's shoulder tightened, her posture straightened, and then looked down to her mother for a fight, but when she saw her mother's wide eyes she just couldn't do it.

"Yeah," Jane spoke as she sipped her coffee.

"I didn't know it was that far Jane," Angela said as she wrapped her arm around Jane's waist. The taller woman let her mother half embrace her.

"As far as what?" Jane asked seriously lost.

"Janie, you looked at her like I have never seen you look at another person," Angela swallowed and then looked away, "It was a look that made me thankful for you that I was the only one who was in this café when that conversation happened," Angela looked up and found Jane's concerned look and squeezed her daughters waist and then pushed on her back.

"Get to work. You have a date, and you need to look your best," Angela smiled as her daughter smiled back at her.

"Thanks Ma," Jane said and then took the elevator up to the bullpen. Thoughts of Maura on her mind.

OOOoooOOOooo

Maura woke as she shivered in her bed. She was half on her stomach, half on her side at an odd angle with her hips firmly planted in the mattress face down but her torso was twisted as if she was curled around something. It was when her eyes opened, and she looked to the opposite side of the bed that she realized it was a pillow. It was Jane's pillow. Maura held the pillow to her face and inhaled. Her eyes fluttered shut as she took in the trace fragrance of her best friend.

She stayed where she was remembering. Their kiss, their second one, even though accidental yet again, was much more … wow, than the last. Her mind worked as her body responded to the memories, and then took a breath and rolled over on to her back and threw an arm over her eyes. One part of her felt elated to have shared the comfort of Jane's presence in her bed, but another part made her swallow thickly with a heavy amount of shame.

Her dreams plagued her once more. Yet this time she was not being pinned or held hostage to witness Hoyt torture Jane before her very eyes. No, last nights dreams were erotic, sensual, and almost forbidden. She was not sure where she and Jane were in their relationship. Yes, they more or less confirmed attraction to the other. Yes, they more or less relied on the other. But did they love each other? Were they in love with each other? Maura was no fool. She could answer both of those questions with 100% certainly of not breaking out into hives or stammering. If asked if she wanted Jane, she would be able to say yes and not bat an eyelash.

She was always very open with her sexuality, but oddly enough most of her partners were male. She knew why. Sometimes, you just needed release, someone to share one single moment of release with. In her experience men did first asked questions later. Which is one reason she sought women for more emotional comforts, but once she opened her mouth, once she spoke, she found them, both women and men running for the hills. She sighed as she thought back to last night's dream theater.

Jane, it was always ever Jane in her thoughts, and her dreams. She played for her again. She played the piano, and Maura fell in love with the sound. It was the same tune Jane played the night Jane played for her when she stopped by. This time it wasn't in an auditorium, but in Jane's apartment. This time there was not a tight black dress adorning Jane. There was not an elegant dress clothing Maura's frame. They sat side by side bare to the world. No barriers. No walls. Just them, all of them, hearts and bodies displayed to the other in pure trust and acceptance.

Jane's hands played the keys of the piano as Maura's fingers slid over Jane's bare back up and down the taller woman's spine. Both smiling and shuddering at the contact. Maura once again knew this was a dream, so she took the initiative in her dreams that she wasn't sure she could in real life. She slid a hand up Jane's side, barely brushing flesh and then cupped her cheek and gently pulled Jane to her lips. Jane's hands found her skin and she could swear her body ignited. Their kiss deepened. Their bodies came together in a clutch of arms and lips as they sat with one another before the piano.

Maura woke up. Shivering from the heat her body felt from the effects of the rolled back over releasing the pillow she had not realized she still clutched in her hand. The alarm blared at her, she hated that her sleep schedule was so erratic that she had to resort the abrupt beeping tone to rouse her on some of her more sleepless nights. She was almost late once when the normal sound of calming meditation gongs and Buddhist chants didn't wake her.

She swiped the alarm on her lock screen and then opened the phone with her thumb on the reader. She looked at the app that was open on the home screen and read. Her eyes growing wide, a smile pulling at her lips as she read.

Maura, I didn't have a pen to write with, so I left you a note on this. I hope you don't mind. I want you to know I didn't leave this morning because I was scared, or running, or for some 'Jane' reason we could think of. I really had some ideas about the case. And I wanted to get in before I lost them.

I wanted you to know that when I woke up here, beside you, I felt good. I felt like something great happened. I meant what I said I don't want to be a nightmare for you. As I watched you sleep for a few moments before I wrote you this, I hope you don't think its weird or creepy, I realized I want to be someone who can chase away your demons and protect you from your nightmares. I guess that's all Maur. I want to be here. Here with you and for you. I don't know how to end one of these, so I will end it with a simple bye.

Bye,
Jane

Maura lay there clutching the phone to her chest and sighed. Jane Rizzoli, you are such a charmer.

OOOoooOOOooo

She saw the detective in the café. She stood to the side with her phone in her hand and shot a text as soon as she noticed her posture. She was leaning, and Jane pressed something to her cheek. She watched as Jane reached for the phone and their conversation began. She waited with a tilt of her head for Jane's response to her rather risqué text. When she looked down at her response she simply smiled. Her fearless Jane was always a little shy, and she took a twisted delight in teasing the woman. She softly approached the woman, hoping her heels didn't sound as she walked to the café.

"I am only a flirt when I feel comfortable," Maura spoke toward Jane not wanting to touch her or freak her out. She knew better than most that Hoyt and his terror placed her in a constant state of hypervigilance. When Jane spun around she was met those eyes. She hoped she didn't show her nervousness as part of her dream flashed before her, those eyes captivated her in those visions, and she found life felt so much more intense.

When Jane replied she liked she was comfortable with Jane, Maura nearly melted on the spot, but she was the unflappable Maura Isles, Medical Examiner, and Google rolled into one. When she approached Jane and told her that she liked Jane out of control she saw Jane's eyes dilate, she saw the pulse in her throat jump, and her breathing hitch. No one else would have noticed, but she knew Jane. And she wondered if she went to far.

When she told Jane she only wanted what Jane could give her, and to lose what Jane feel comfortable losing she almost choked back her words, asked for the brunette to forget them. Then she met Jane's gaze and felt like a fire consumed her. She slapped on the façade of Dr. Isles and smiled at her friend and walked to the elevators before she did something stupid, something brave, something she wasn't quite sure she was ready for.

When she finally made it to her office she hung her coat, and purse, then sat in her chair as if it were any regular day. However, it wasn't. Today was the day she went on the date with Jane. Today was the day she and Jane would begin to wade in deeper waters of their relationship. Today was the day everything would change. She picked up her phone and sent on more text to her friend. She would pick up Jane at 7pm sharp at Jane's apartment. She smiled when she got a message almost immediately confirming the time. Now all she had to do was wait. Wait for the evening to come, and their course from then on to change.