introducing Jane and Maura from Rizzoli and Isles- i hope you enjoy

Jane Rizzoli looked over at her wife. She was still amazed that she was able to call her, wife, especially after what had happened over the past 6 months.

She had to wonder whether Maura realised how difficult things had been for her, not just after their falling out but also their volatile rekindling. She was still unsure of how stable their marriage was.

Paddy Doyle had been the cause of their falling out. Until the revelation that he was her biological father, they had been madly in love. Jane was completely besotted with her wife.

She had met Maura in the later stages of working in VICE. She had been undercover and dressed as a hooker in the Department 1 cafe. It had been the start of their whirlwind romance, which had seen their nuptials taken just months before she had been nailed to the floor with a set of scalpels. There was a time that Jane had thought that it would be the lowest and most difficult time of their marriage. It had definitely been a brutal reminder of the dangers of being a cop. Maura, had been absolutely fantastic, supportive and upheld the values of their vows which had included the traditional 'for better or worse.'

They had hit a new low when Paddy Doyle had revealed himself to Maura after the death of her biological brother to a rival mobster. He had intended on keeping her safe and Jane had been quite willing to assist him in doing that. She wasn't ready to lose her wife for no reason and that included the fact that her biological father was in the hierarchy of Irish warfare in Boston.

Things had resolved and settled. Maura had been supportive after she had shot herself to injure and take down a dirty cop, had pulled her out of her rut and took her to receive her medal for the process. Maura had assisted her in dealing with the fact that her father had up and left her mother, graciously inviting her mother in law, Jane's mother, to take over the guest house. Jane had thought that the offer had been a bit too generous and while being vocal about not wanting her mother living in the guest house, so close to their private domain, she had appreciated the gesture considering they had just sold her own condo weeks before the event.

Jane knew that she had done things so that the relationship wasn't all one sided, which included helping her wife build a positive relationship with her mother and father after many years of neglect. She had also loved the woman completely and tolerated the ever increasing shoe collection that was building in the hallway closet.

Their fall out had been the biggest defining moment of their relationship. It had emphasised her role as a police officer and exposed the emotions that her wife had been suppressing towards her biological father.

Before the shooting of Paddy Doyle, Jane knew that Maura felt a connection with the man. She also knew that her wife was doing her best to ignore it as she didn't want to be associated to the stories that she had heard about him. All it took though was for Maura to see Paddy as the man who had come to her defence and suddenly the shift that had occurred in their marriage was immense.

Jane could still see it now, the undercover op, the over zealous Maura. She had been nervous about agreeing to send her into the operation, especially after whoever she was going to encounter had already tried to run down Maura and her mother after they had consumed dinner. Jane would have preferred to have found a way to handle to operation alone. She had wanted to protect her wife by keeping her out of this and safe as well.

When gunshots were fired, she, Korsak and Frost had been quick to burst into the room. Jane's heart had been racing with fear of what she would find. There had been a man on the ground next to her wife and Paddy Doyle was standing above them on an uneven walk way, gun in hand. She had raised her gun and kept it trained on him, knowing that he was already a wanted man by the department and needing to follow procedure. When Special Agent Gabriel Dean had burst in and raised his gun, shots had been fired, including one of her own. She had been the person to bring Paddy Doyle down and it had been an act that tore her wife from her arms.

The way Maura had looked at her, the way she had spoken to her not only straight after the shooting but the couple of months that had followed, had ripped Jane apart and left her questioning everything her marriage was and whether it would even survive.

It had been a case that had brought them back together, or more so the shoving of her mother and partner to make them sit in a car together to go investigate a connection to a murder. She could have lost her wife on that trip and having to do a fasciotomy on her wife's legs and then trying and protect her while waiting for some form of assistance had opened her eyes to just how much she wanted her wife to be with her still.

It was the time that her wife was restricted to a hospital bed that had assisted them. They had been able to talk about their demons, see each others side of things and had agreed to attempt to rebuild their marriage.

It had only been a couple of months since then and while Jane loved her wife as much if not more than before, she still was unsure of how stable they actually were.

"Jane" Maura huffed on seeing Jane looking at her despite having tried to hide it.

Jane had made a point of looking away again.

They had recently departed the gaol that was holding her father in law and while they had not spoken about the visit, of which Jane had not been privy to the conversation between father and daughter, she had been wanting to know. She knew that her wife might not want to talk to her about it all, but also knew that they had agreed on no secrets. That rule had been more so for her, especially after the surprise arrival of Special Agent Dean at the undercover op months previously. It also helped that her wife couldnt lie to her.

Jane shook her head as she attempted to keep her eyes focused on the road in front of her. If Maura didn't want to talk to her and tell her what had happened during their meeting then she wasn't going to push.

A part of her was tense with worry, her wife was rarely silent, unless she was pissed off at her and then it was the silent game which usually had her begging for mercy by the time the day was through.

Putting on her indicator to turn the car onto the motorway, Jane tried to relax and ignore the obvious tension in the car.

"Can we just go home tonight, I dont really feel like going out to dinner now." Maura finally speaks and Jane spares her wife a moments look. She lifted a hand to rub at her temple before giving a nod. She felt like she wanted to burst and she knew that it was a good thing that her wife no longer wanted to go out as all it would end up causing an explosion in a very public place.

The time slipped by on the motorway and as they neared the turn off for home, Jane felt Maura slip her hand onto Janes thigh.

Jane lifted an eyebrow to the action, but didn't say or do anything more. She had always liked how Maura wanted to maintain contact with her, even during the most basic things like driving to or from work.

Soon they both found themselves in front of the Beacon Hill house that had been very much Mauras when they had first met and had slowly became a home to Jane. It had changed slightly during the time between their first date and now, with the added basketball hoop attached to the garage being one of the more noticeable changes.

Slowly Jane removed herself from the car. She had made her way to the front door before looking back and realising that Maura was still seated in the car. Turning towards the vehicle, Jane was not sure whether she should go to her wife and help her, or to leave her be. She knew that there were times when Maura just needed a moment to gather her thoughts. She just hoped that it was followed by a talk that would indicate what it was that had been shared.

Jane decided not to enter her house without her wife and instead took a seat next to the door. She settled in on the step there and waited patiently. Her eyes never leaving her wife who appeared to be looking down at something that was now in her hands.