Author Notes: So, I finally managed to get another chapter done. I'm at a funny place with this story in that I had planned a few things for the run up to them having the baby, and because things changed, the timeline changed, so I didn't actually plan the pregnancy happening in this way. But I will have to get through it, to write the rest of the story. Hopefully I'll make it enjoyable. Thanks to everyone who is with me on this one! I will hopefully update Rookie and/or Caecus tomorrow.

"Hey, Maura," said Korsak. He stepped into her office with a case file in hand.

She placed a set of X-rays down and glanced up. "Good Morning, Vince, what can I do for you?"

"We've hit a stumbling block with the latest case." He edged into the room. "I really don't want to disturb Jane while she's off work, especially with her being sick. But I wanted her opinion."

Maura narrowed her eyes. "I'm sure Jane would appreciate your visit."

"I know, but I don't want her to think I'm pushing for her to come back sooner than she needs to. She's never normally off work for longer than a day, and we both know if I try to ask her any questions she'll push herself too hard."

She stood up and walked across the room. She took a seat in a chair by the door and motioned for Korsak to join her. "What would you like me to do?"

He shook his head then perched on the arm of the couch. "I'm not staying. Angela let slip that Jane's been staying at your house. I know you'll keep her from doing too much, she listens to you."

"Is that the case file?" she asked, nodding at the file in his hands.

"Yes," he said, leaning forward and handing it to her. "I don't expect any miracles, and if she's feeling too ill it doesn't matter."

"I'll see what I can do."

"I appreciate that." He stood up, turned and walked out the door, before turning back. "And thank you."

She smiled. "You're welcome, Vince."

x

Maura climbed onto her bed, clutching a paper bag. Jane turned over, bags drooped below her eyes and her hair matted. She smiled though the lack of energy made it fade quickly, and rested her fingers around Maura's wrist.

"I think you should see a doctor," Maura said, kissing her head. "It's too early in the pregnancy for this to be morning sickness."

"Are you kidding me?" Jane asked, leaning onto her back and groaning. "So I might have to go through all this again?"

"I'm sorry." Maura leaned over and kissed her again, running her lips across the side of her face. "I've brought you some things."

Sitting up a little, Jane leaned her head against Maura's shoulder and watched as she emptied the contents of the bag onto the bed, one at a time.

"I got some sorbet, it'll help with your hydration and hopefully be refreshing."

"What flavour?"

"Blueberry."

"Yum!"

She placed it on the bed sheets. "I'll put some in a bowl and freeze the rest."

"No need, I'll eat it out the tub," Jane said, retrieving a spoon from a bowl on the cabinet and licking it clean.

"What did you just do?"

"Reuse my spoon from lunch," Jane said, opening up the tub and proceeding to eat the sorbet.

"That's not very hygienic," she said.

"I wanted sorbet, I'm saving on water not needed to clean it before I use it again." She spooned some blueberry sorbet into her mouth and moaned quietly.

Maura narrowed her eyes then proceeded to retrieve the final items from the bag. "I got some baby wipes."

Jane glared. "Is that some kind of stupid joke? I know you don't think it's morning sickness but this baby's already trying to kill me."

Maura smiled and rolled her eyes. "You can use them to wipe your face, they're refreshing."

"I guess."

"Some hard candy."

"Gimme!" Jane took the bag off her and opened it up. She placed the sorbet onto the cabinet beside her lunch bowl, and tossed a piece of candy into her mouth. She leaned her head back against Maura's shoulder.

"I also got you a baseball sticker collection magazine and a couple dozen of the stickers."

Jane sat upright, her mouth dropped, she stared down at the magazine and packets of stickers, then wrapped her arms around Maura. "You are the best."

"I was under the impression that the collections are aimed at children," Maura said. "But since you're stuck in bed, vomiting, I thought it might be an enjoyable relief."

"These things were so much fun as a kid," Jane said, ripping open one of the packets. She flicked through the packet of stickers. "Bet he's popular, there's gonna be heaps of him. I'm gonna end up with a out three of most of these guys."

"Three?" Maura frowned. "You get the same stickers?"

"Yeah," Jane said. "Haven't you ever collected baseball stickers? Or horse dressing up, or whatever it was you liked as a kid."

She wrapped an arm around Jane's shoulder and ran her hand up and down her arm. "I don't believe I've ever purchased a baseball sticker collection set, or any other kind."

"Some people are really popular," Jane said, sitting up and spreading the stickers across the bed. "Like the well known guys, there's like three in every pack so you end up with loads of certain players. What kids do is swap the players they have for the players they don't have."

"But if everyone gets three of that guy," Maura said, pointing at one of the stickers. "Then nobody would want to swap."

"There's dozens of popular players, so I might end up with ten of him, while someone else gets ten of another player. So we'd swap and hopefully get a full set. But some players are nearly impossible to find."

"So it's not easy to complete the collection?"

Jane shook her head and opened up the magazine. "No. When I was ten I got all but one, I could never find the Washington Nationals mascot, and it wasn't even that rare."

"I have something else for you," Maura said, as Jane ripped open another sticker packet. Maura reached into her purse and pulled out the case file. "Since you're feeling a little brighter this afternoon, Korsak wanted your help on a case."

Narrowing her eyes at the stickers in front of her, Jane returned her attention to Maura. "Why couldn't he come over himself?"

"He knew you were staying here," Maura said, placing the case file down on the bed. "I don't want you to do too much work, and delay your recovery. Particularly given the pregnancy."

"Lemme see," Jane said, reaching for the case file. She opened it, the stickers abandoned underneath. She scanned a couple of pages. "I'll see if I can figure something out."

Maura watched her for a few minutes, her lips curved at the edges. She reached for the case file and closed it, dropping it back onto the floor.

"What are you doing?"

"Not right now, Jane," she said, edging closer.

"But Korsak," she began, only for Maura to cut her off.

"It can wait. I wanted to talk to you." Maura wrapped an arm around her shoulder and they settled back against the bed head. "With you being sick, we didn't really get to celebrate."

"Celebrate?"

"The baby."

"Oh, yeah."

She nuzzled her face against the side of Jane's neck and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "I didn't get to tell you how happy I am that you're pregnant."

"Me too," Jane said, cupping her cheeks, she turned in her embrace and captured her mouth. Running her fingers across Maura's cheek, she deepened the kiss. Then pulled back, her hand covered her mouth. "Sorry."

"Don't be," Maura said, leaning over the bed and retrieving the nearly empty bowl. She placed it on Jane's lap and rubbed her back as the contents of her stomach made their way back up. "This is why I don't want you doing the work now. You've had enough excitement for this evening. Maybe before bed."

"I think the baby's trying to kill me," Jane said, dropping the bowl back onto the floor and shuffling beneath the bed covers. "They're a fast growing ninja baby who's attacking me from the inside."

Maura laughed and lay down beside her, her hand rested against Jane's shoulder. "This is why we need to take you to the doctor."

"But I'll be fine," Jane said. "I'm always fine eventually."

"No," Maura said, stroking her hair back from her face. "We're not doing this the way you usually do things. Not when there's a baby involved. You need to stay hydrated."

"Fine," Jane said, her energy level dropped. She reached for Maura's hand and clutched it to her chest. She closed her eyes. "But only because you're so pretty."

x

"I'm fine, Ma," Jane said, hooking her badge onto her belt.

Angela reached a hand out to her head, which Jane backed away from. "You still look pale. Are you sure you should be going into work?"

"I told you already, it was just a bug, I've not thrown up in twenty four hours."

"Doesn't mean you should be going to work."

"The doctor said it's fine, Maura said its fine, you do not get to say it's not fine."

She stood upright and narrowed her eyes. "I'm your mother and I worry, I'll always get to say it's not fine."

"I'm forty." Jane picked up a coffee mug and poured fresh coffee from the machine into it. "Doesn't mean I have to listen to you. I'm a big girl."

"No, I don't suppose you do," Angela said, staring wistfully at her. Jane walked across to the counter and placed her drink between them. Angela reached out and rested a hand against Jane's cheek. Jane tried to move back. "Can't a mother show her daughter affection for a few minutes?"

Rolling her eyes, Jane stood still and allowed her to stroke her face. "It's weird when you do that."

"It is not." She sighed. "I still can't quite believe my little girl is forty, makes me feel so old."

"You're not old, Ma," Jane said.

"I feel it. I feel it every time one of you has a birthday."

"I promise to stop having birthdays from now on."

"You shouldn't," she said. "You're never too old to celebrate your birth."

"Even if it makes you all gooey eyed?"

"Even then." She dropped her hand to her side. Jane lifted her coffee mug to her lips. "I just wish you'd been settled before now, is all. I thought you'd give me grandchildren, but I guess I've gotta hope Frankie hurries up before it's too late for him, too."

Jane narrowed her eyes, her hand went instinctively to her stomach. She returned her mug to the counter and leaned over, resting her hands on Angela's shoulders. "Don't write me off just yet, Ma."

"Your chances of having children decrease when you hit forty, did you know that?"

"No, I didn't," she said rolling her eyes. "Of course I know, Ma. I'm well aware of it. I don't need you pointing out how unlikely it is for me to get pregnant."

"I wished you and Silver had worked out, you two were great together."

She stalked across the room and sat down on the ottoman. She slipped one foot into her boot and laced it up. "You know how I feel about Maura, it was never gonna happen with Silver."

Angela turned to face her. "Then hurry up and tell Maura how you feel before you lose her."

"None of your business, Ma."

"I love you, of course it's my business."

"I'm not having this conversation with you," she said, lacing up her other boot. Before either of them could say anything more, Jane's cellphone buzzed on the counter.

"Jane Rizzoli's phone," Angela said, picking it up. Jane glared and stalked back across the room, her hand outstretched. Angela's face lit up. "She's right here Officer."

"Don't ever answer my phone again," Jane said, covering the mouthpiece, before she rested the phone against her ear. "Rizzoli. Yeah, I'll be right there."

x

Maura stood at the hood of the car, analysing the angle at which the body had been thrown through the windshield. She leaned over with her gloved hand and wiped a greasy residue from the victim's cheek.

"We need a sample of this," she said, turning to Cailin.

"Gotcha," Cailin said, swiping a sample bud across the residue and securing it in a tube. "Anything else?"

"There's some marking on her forehead," Maura said, brushing the hair to one side. "But I can't see any blood or stain. It's probably an old injury."

Cailin walked around to Maura's other side, and glanced down at the marking. "Looks like a tattoo."

"Really?" Maura leaned closer, and ran her finger across the lines on her forehead.

"I'd say it's the Harry Potter lightening bolt."

Maura narrowed her eyes. "Why would anyone get that tattooed on their head?"

Staring at Maura, Cailin rolled her eyes. "Why would anyone be dressed in a black robe with a Gryffindor scarf round their neck?"

She walked around to the side of the hood and lifted up the side of the robe, until she'd found the label. "Official Harry Potter merchandise."

"Is there some sort of Harry Potter con going on?"

"I'm sure Jane and Korsak can look into that line of enquiry."

"Did somebody say my name?" Jane asked, approaching the scene. She stood beside Maura and leaned in. "Why do those gloves make you look so hot?"

"Really?" Maura leaned back. Jane nodded. She tugged at the bottom of her glove and pulled it down. "I don't know, Detective."

"Not helping," Jane said. She turned her attention to Cailin. "What was that about me?"

"We think the victim might have been on her way to some sort of Harry Potter convention."

"It's a line of supposition," Maura said, focusing on Cailin. "We don't guess, we make hypotheses."

"Right," Cailin said. "So it might be worth looking into because she's got the lightening bolt tattooed on her forehead."

Jane frowned. "Why do people do these things?"

"Hard core fans," Cailin said.

"It's equally likely that she's on her way to a fancy dress party and isn't much of a fan at all," Maura said.

Jane walked over to the car door and leaned in, pulling out a small bag. "Most non-fans don't have the lightening bolt tattooed on their foreheads."

Cailin walked over to Jane's side. "Most fans don't, either. What's in the bag?"

"Kevin Jones," Jane said, holding up their driver's licence. "Looks like the same person, but this says our victim is male."

Maura reached out a hand and analysed the photograph. "I won't be able to check until we've got them on the table, but I'm certain Kevin Jones was born female."

"So it could be a hate crime?" Jane asked, taking the driver's licence and putting it back into the bag.

"That's for you to investigate, Detective," Maura said, fluttering her eyelashes as she walked past Jane. She continued her walk back toward the morgue truck, conscious of the movement of her hips, and turned back to Jane, whose eyes followed her. "I'll see you later. Come on Cailin."

"You two are so cute," Cailin said, rushing off after Maura.

x

Cupping Maura's face, Jane pushed her against the wall of her office, her lips trailed across her mouth, her fingers slid through her hair. She ran her hands across the back of her head, her tongue slipped into Maura's mouth, dancing with her own. She pulled back briefly, to take in a breath, before repeating the action.

"The blinds," Maura said, pulling backward. Jane pressed her body against Maura's, and ignored her words. Eventually, Maura pushed her away. "I'm going to close the blinds now before someone catches us."

"Fuck it," Jane said, grasping at her hand. Maura stopped midway across the room, her fingers tangled up in Jane's hand. "Please."

She continued across the room and closed the blinds, one by one, until they had as much privacy as possible in a working environment. Jane scooped her back up into her arms, her fingers ran across her back and down her dress, cupping her butt. She captured her mouth again, pulling her as close as possible until she stepped backward, gasping for breath.

"Why haven't we had sex yet?" she asked, putting a bit of distance between them.

"I don't know," Maura said. "I suppose with you being ill."

"Do you want to have sex?"

"Yes," Maura said, stepping forward. Jane stayed still as Maura reached for her hands. She stepped closer, until her mouth was so close to Jane's ear she could feel her breath against her skin. "It's all I've been able to think about with you in my bed."

"If I hadn't been sick," Jane said, swallowing. Maura pushed her hand down between Jane's legs, putting pressure against the front of her slacks. "God."

Maura stepped back, a smirk spread across her face. "Tonight?"

"Now?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Detective."

"Ugh. You did the thing with your hand, and your breath on my ear, and calling me Detective, and I feel like a teenager again."

Leaning back down, Maura ran her fingers across Jane's back, pushing the fabric aside, trailing across her bare skin. She shuddered. Their mouths pressed together, moving slowly. Jane pulled back, and let out a soft moan.

"I should go back upstairs."

"Yes, Detective," she said. "You should."

Leaning in again, Jane pulling back before she could kiss her. "You're making this too hard. You're making everything too hard."

"What else is hard?"

"Knowing I have to go back to my apartment," she said, turning around and walking across the room. "Being anywhere near you without wanting to rip your clothes off."

"You're going back to your apartment?" Maura asked, her eyes narrowed.

"Well, yeah," Jane said. "I only stayed at your house because I was sick. Ma would get suspicious if I started sleeping in your bed. The only reason she's not introducing you to people as her daughter-in-law is because I told her you were in with Cailin. Now Cailin's staying, where else would I go?"

Maura walked toward her and took her hands. "I wish you weren't right. But there is another solution."

"Which is?"

"Tell Angela."

"No." Jane shook her head, letting go of Maura's hands. "Not yet. Not until we're sure the baby's okay."

"We don't have to tell her about the baby," Maura said. "But if we told her we were together, you could move in and we could carry on with our original plan."

"You still want me to move in?"

"Don't you want to?"

"Yeah," Jane said. "Eventually. But we've only been dating a few weeks. Isn't it a bit soon?"

Maura raised an eyebrow and stared at Jane. "Most people don't get pregnant before starting their relationship."

"Oh, yeah."

"So, we're a little unconventional," Maura said, wrapping her arms back around Jane's waist and pulling her in close. "We don't have to tell your mother, if you don't want to. Maybe I could stay at your apartment tonight."

"On my lumpy mattress?" Jane brushed her hair back from her cheeks. "I wouldn't subject you to that. I guess I can wait."

"We could always send her on another spa weekend, maybe her and Cailin would like to go together," Maura said, leaning in close. She nibbled at Jane's bottom lip. "Then we can be alone."

"Fucking body," Jane muttered, stepping backward, her eyes trailed down Maura's body. "Let's book it now."

"I'll come over to your apartment about seven?"

Jane rolled her eyes, and clenched her fists. "There's a stupid Harry Potter party tonight that's part of a week of events. We think that's where Kevin Jones was going, and I said I'd go along with Korsak."

"That's a shame," Maura said. "I know just what I'd like to wear."

"I hate work," Jane said, marching toward the door. She turned around and captured Maura's lips one last time, before opening the door and leaving her office.