Hey, guys, again thank you for reading and following this story. I am happy that you like this story. So, as promised here's the second part of the 'date', I hope you'll like it as well. You are as always welcome to share your thoughts about it. So, enjoy.

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Jane comes back from the restroom and sits back down at their table, sighing relieved.
Maura smiles broadly at the Italian. "Feeling better now?"
"Yes, much better." Jane replies and chuckles together with the blonde.
The Italian scrutinizes Maura for a moment. "Did you ever have this odd feeling that you know a person your entire life, but you know that it can't be possible?"
Maura is leaning back and takes a deep breath. She isn't really sure how she should answer the question.
She licks her lips and raises her eyebrows. "You know, I think that nothing is impossible."
"I know a lot doctors." Jane replies.
Maura's eyebrows shoot up. "I bet you do." she laughs amused.
Jane makes a face as she notices hoe this must have sound. "Wait, that sounded just wrong. I know a lot doctors, but you are the only one who sound a little superstitious. I always thought that you science geeks only believe in all those facts and things that you can touch, see and smell."
Maura presses her lips to a thin line together and stares at the brunette. "You know, I wasn't always like that. And I can assure you that I don't go every Sunday to church, but I do belie that there are things in the world that can't get explained by science or textbooks. There are things that are beyond our understanding."
I am the best example for that, she adds in her head. I am the best example, because if there would only be black and white in this world I wouldn't sit here with you right now and have this conversation with you.

She smiles at the Italian and sips her beer.
Jane scratches the back of her neck and furrows her eyebrows. "What was his name?"
Maura is choking on her beer and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "Excuse me?"
"The man that you have lost." Jane states matter-of-factly. "What was his name?"
Maura rolls the bottle of beer between her hands. "Is it that obvious?"
"Well," Jane replies and shrugs. "there is a reason why I am a Detective."
"I'm sure there are a lot of reasons." Maura agrees with a nod. "But I rather don't talk about him right now, I don't want to sit here and cry, ruining the rest of the evening."
Jane nods slowly and sips her beer. "All right. So ... where exactly are you from? I mean, Ireland isn't such a small island."

Maura licks her lips once more and is shifting in her seat. "I'm from Kilkenny."
Jane stares blankly at the blonde and furrows her eyebrows, but then she clears her throat. "If you was sick of Ireland, why did you move to Boston?"
Maura looks out of the window and old memories flash through her mind. "When I came here to Boston, the whole city still was different." she says absentmindedly. "The people were different."
"How old were you when you came to the US?" Jane asks curiously.
Maura is coming back to the present and blinks a couple of times. "What?"
"How old have you been when you came to the US?" Jane asks once again.
Maura raises her eyebrows and swallows hard.
She have left Paris two years after, what she still think, Jacopo's death.
From that day on she hasn't aged anymore.
That was in 1761.
Maura is quite aware of the fact that she can't say Jane I immigrated in 1761. In that year I was thirty-five.

She knows that the Italian would bring her straight to the closest mental hospital.
Maura takes a deep breath and shrugs. "I was ... I was very young."
Jane looks long at the blonde. "Very young, like, two or four?"
Maura has to smile to herself. "Yeah, something like that. Okay, enough about me. So, tell me a little about you. Do you have siblings?"
"Yes," Jane says emphatically. "two little brothers. Frankie and Tommy. Frankie is the middle child and Tommy is the third. Frankie is a police officer as well and Tommy is ... um ... Well, he's a sweet good-for-nothing."
Maura tilts her head a little to the side. "You don't have a good relationship with your baby brother?"
Jane takes a deep breath and picks on the label of her beer. "I do, but ... he had serious drinking problem and he ran over a priest as he was drunk. And Tommy's a little ... willy-nilly since he got released from jail."
Maura starts to understand and nods slowly. "Oh."
Jane smirks and leans forward. "What about you? Do you have any siblings?"
When Maura is honest to herself, she doesn't have an idea if her parents got other children after they have sent her away, but she can't imagine that they got another son or daughter.
She shakes her head and a takes a swig of her beer. "No, I am an only child. And I think that it is a good thing, I wouldn't want that any child would have go through the things that I have been through."
"You don't have a good relationship with your parents?"
"Our relationship was ... tense."
"Was?" Jane enquiries.
Maura takes a moment and shrugs. "My parents are dead."
Jane frowns and sighs. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that."
The blonde shakes her head with a sad smile. "Don't be, they died a long time ago. My father was a bully, he always thought he would know what is best for me, but in fact he just did what was best for family business. Well, and my mother always was dependant on him. She really was a good woman, but she never got independent."
"So, who taught you to be so independent like you obviously are?" Jane is asking curiously.
Maura takes a deep breath and smiles. "I always was different. I disagreed at some points with my father and he realized that I am not like my devote mother. I think I was born and knew that I will become a independent woman. I always played with the children of our employees, quite on the dismay of my father. He tried to prohibited me from doing so, but I always ignored his orders."
"I bet he was really was really shocked as you did so." Jane chuckles amused and eyes her empty beer bottle. "Do you want to have another beer?"
Maura takes a look at her watch and frowns. "I would love to, but I have to get up early tomorrow morning. I really should get going."
Jane takes her wallet from the back pocket of her trouser and toss a few bills on the table. "All right, let me walk you to your car."
Maura gets up to her feet and takes her coat and purse in her hand. "You don't have to, I am a big girl."
Jane snorts and walks to the door. "You are not seriously thinking that I let you walk alone to your car at that time of night, are you?"
Maura is smiling and steps out of the door as the Italian holds it open. "Thank you. Well, don't you have a girlfriend who's waiting for you to come home?"
Jane smirks and shoves her hands into the pockets of her pants. "What makes you think that I am into woman?"
The blonde simply shrugs. "Well, you asked me if we dated before, so I came to the conclusion that you aren't straight."
Jane chuckles amused and raises briefly her shoulders. "No, I'm not straight, you are right. And no, I don't have a girlfriend who's waiting for me at home."
"Hmm, I wonder why. I mean, you are attractive and very charming when you want to."
"I can tell you why. My job isn't very compatible with a serious relationship. I have inordinate hours and my job demands all of my attention. It's ... Not every girl likes that."
"Maybe you just didn't met the right woman." Maura suggests.
Jane is scoffing, "Yeah, maybe. What about you? Do you have a boyfriend or husband who's waiting for you?"
Maura smiles a sad smile and shakes her head. "No, I don't have neither boyfriend nor husband."
Jane looks long at the blonde. "Is it because the man that you can't let go?"
Maura's heart skips a beat and she doesn't look at the taller woman. "It's ... it's a long and complicated story."
"The better I get to know you, the more you are becoming a mystery to me, Maura." Jane replies and furls her eyebrows as the blonde is smiling at her. "What?"
"You said my name." Maura replies.
Jane looks a little confused at the smaller woman. "Uh ... I frequently do so."
"No." Maura says and shakes her head. "I mean, yes. But you said my first name for the first time."
"Well ... uh ... as far as I know ... Maura ... Maura is indeed your first name." Jane is stammering.
Maura chuckles amused and takes her key fob of her Prius out of her purse. "You don't have to stammer, Jane. I don't mind when you call me Maura."

Jane releases her breath and laughs relieved. "Good, because I'm not sure if I can go back and call you Dr. Isles again."
Maura smiles and unlocks her car. "It was really a nice evening, Jane."
"Yes, it was." Jane replies and leans against Maura's car. "And I really would like to repeat that."
Maura is sitting down behind the steering wheel and looks up at the Italian. "Yeah, I would like that too."
Jane takes a deep breath and hands Maura a calling card. "This is my cell phone number. You can call me everytime you want, no matter if day or night."
Maura takes her cell phone out of her purse and starts dialing.
Jane furls her eyebrows. "What are you doing?" she looks down at herself as her phone starts to vibrate on her hip. "Oh."
Maura ends the call and gives Jane her card back. "Now you have my number too." she says with a smile and starts the engine of the Prius.
Jane's smirking and takes a deep breath. "All right, be safe, Maura."
Maura buckles her seatbelt and frowns slightly. "You too. Good night, Jane."
"Night, Maura." Jane replies and closes the driver's door.
She looks after the Prius and runs an hand through her hair. "What the hell are you getting yourself into, Jane?" she asks herself before she heads for her own car.
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Maura enters her house in Beacon Hill and switches on the lights.
She's owning this house since it was built.
She still doesn't understand why some people spend a fortune for a building like that even though they get a home for less money.
Sure, she is aware of the fact that the houses in Beacon Hill are regarded as historical, but she also knows that her neighborhood has lost a lots of its original charm over the years.
Many person already have asked her how she is able to keep the house in the family, and she always comes up with the same excuse.
That its owned by the family us always the best explanation, and it isn't really a lie.
The house is owned by a member of the Isles family.
She takes a deep breath and pours herself a glass of Sangiovese.
She licks her lips and frowns deeply.
She didn't have had such a nice script like today for quite a while.
She's asking herself if it really can be possible that Jacopo's soul was reborn in a woman's body.
Well, that would explain why the two women seems to seek each other nearness.
Maura closes her eyes and places an hand on the back of her tense neck, rolling her head with a deep sigh.
Memories of how he had massaged her neck are flashing through her mind again.
Mostly when he did that, he didn't only had the intention to make her feel comfortable, he also had the intention to seduce her.
And it always worked out.
Her eyes are snapping open and she has to swallow hard.
Maura knows that she has to think about moments like that and about him.
She always got into trouble when she thought too hard about him.
Either she ended up with an complete stranger or she in her bed crying herself to sleep.
But since the Italian woman has entered her life the memories are coming back full force.
She's flinching as her phone starts to ring on the kitchen island.
Maura rolls her eyes and grabs her phone from the surface. As far as she knows, she isn't on call tonight. "Isles." she says as she accepts the call.
"Hey there. Did you arrive safely at your place?" a familiar voice is asking.
Maura can't help the smile and takes the glass back in her hand, walking to her couch. "Yes, I did. Thank you. And what about you?"
"I arrived okay." Jane replies.
Maura furls her eyebrows. "Just okay?"
"Well, arrived in one piece." the Italian chuckles.
Maura sips her wine and takes a deep breath. "So, you're just calling to make sure that I've arrived safely at my place?"
There is a short silence in the line. "Maybe I missed your voice. Would that sound odd?"
The blonde scoffs and shrugs. "It does sound a little odd when you consider that we met for the first time just a couple of days ago."
"You're right, it really does sound odd." Jane replies.
Maura has to chuckle again and takes another swig of her wine. "I was thinking about you, too."
"Really?" Jane asks with an high-pitched voice."
"Don't you dare sounding so surprised." the blonde laughs.
Jane is silent for a second again and sighs heavily. "I am normally really not like that, Maura. But since the day we met I can't get you out of my head. And before you say something, I know that it sounds odd, but as soon as I am not around you I feel like I'm incomplete. And it do feel like an invisible force is pulling me towards you. And now I'm surely do scare the shit out of you."
Maura gets back up to her feet and walks back to the kitchen island as she let the Italian's words sink in.
"Maura?"
"Do you want to come over?" Maura is blurting out before she has time to realize what she asked.
Jane is silent once again. "Uh ... are you sure? I mean, you said ... you said that you have to get up early tomorrow."
Maura has to swallow hard and furrows her eyebrows. "I ... I can go without my morning run tomorrow. So, yes, I am sure."
"Well then," Jane says slowly. "but I have no idea where you're living."
Maura hesitates for a moment. "I'll send you my address."
"All right," Jane replies. "see you in a few."
Maura ends the call before she's changing her mind.
She closes her eyes and asks herself what the hell she was thinking as she invited the Italian over.
She shakes her head and decides to go upstairs and change into some comfortable clothes.
She frowning deeply when someone is ringing the doorbell after just ten minutes.
Maura's happy that she has already changed into a black yoga pants and a light grey shirt.
She takes a deep breath and hurries downstairs.
The blonde takes a moment before she opens the front door.
She can't help the smile as soon as she spots the Italian.
Jane smiles slyly as she let her eyes roam over the smaller woman. "Hey."
Maura's still smiling back at her. "Hi. Please come in."
Jane steps over the threshold and looks around in the house. "I always wanted to be in one of these houses in Beacon Hill."
Maura walks back to her kitchen island. "What kept you from doing so?"
Jane scoffs and put off her jacket. "My salary keeps me from doing so."
"Can I offer you something to drink? Water, tea, coffee?" Maura's asking.
The Italian furls her eyebrows. "Do you have something else to drink?"
Maura licks her lips and raises her eyebrows briefly. "I don't have beer in my house if you mean something like that. The only things I could offer you is whisky or wine."
"Uh ... if I drink hard stuff now I won't be able to drive home later." Jane replies with a slight frown. "I go with wine, thanks."
"Okay." Maura simply says and turn around to get another wine glass from the hanging cabinet.
Jane looks around in the house again. "You do have a beautiful house. A little big for a single person, but beautiful."
"Thank you." Maura mumbles without turning around.
"Are you really owning antiques?"
"Um ... Yes."
"Wow, they're in a remarkable condition." Jane states.
Maura turns back around to the Italian and pours another glass of wine. "Yes, those furniture are a matter of heart for me. I ... My family owns them for quite a while. I wouldn't forgive myself when I would turn my back on them. There are so many memories connected with them."
Jane accepts the glass of wine and nods agreeing. "I can understand. When someone neglected an old piece of furniture or an old car that is in the property of their family for so long, it always breaks my heart. I mean, it belonged to someone who loved the this item. And it is a part of the family's story."
Maura turns serious and walks over to her couch. "You are right, Jane. Such items always have a history. Did you use blue lights and sirens to be here so fast?"
Jane's following the smaller woman. "I am always quick when it comes to a beautiful woman."
Maura stares blankly at Jane and furls her eyebrows before she burst out laughing.

Jane rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "Jesus, today I have foot-in-mouth disease. I live in Charlestown, that's why I was here in no time."
"Aha." Maura says with a smile.
Jane chuckles and sits down on the couch with a sigh. "But you are a beautiful woman."
Maura's raising an eyebrow. "Thank you. You're not so bad yourself."
"Oh." Jane laughs. "Thanks a lot."
She's turning serious again and looks long at the blonde. "Could you explain to me why I am drawn to you since we met, Maura? I mean, it can't be normal. We meet and I have the feeling that I know you all my life. And when I am not near you, I feel like something's missing. You know, you're not the first attractive woman that I met, but I never felt like that before. Especially not when I am positive that the woman is straight."
Maura holds the questioningly gaze of the Italian. "I really have no answer for your question." she replies. Liar, is her brain yelling at her. "But I feel it too."
Jane skids a little closer. "Really?"
Maura is nodding and sips ger wine. "Yes."
"What are we doing about it now?"
The blonde takes a deep breath. "I really don't know, Jane."
Jane nods slowly and sighs heavily.
That's what she's really calling a standoff, and that's a real problem.
She frowns deeply as a pale hand slips into her own abs she looks back at the smaller woman.
Maura smiles softly at the brunette. "We'll find a solution, Jane."
Jane takes a deep breath and takes a swig of her wine.
As soon as the beverage hits her tongue something clicks in her brain and she furls her eyebrows. "Is that a ... a ... uh ... A Sangiovese?"
Maura nods agreeing. "Yes. Are you a secret wine connoisseur?"
Jane furrows her eyebrows and shakes confused her head. "No, not at all. I ... I don't even know why what kind of wine that is. I ..."
"Let me try something." Maura says after she has made a decision for herself.
She knows that her next step probably will not only confuse her but also the Italian. But she knows that she needs certainty or that she's completely wrong.
Jane's still looking confused at the blonde. "All right."
Maura skids close as possible and is sitting up straight.
Jane furls her eyebrows and tries to take her distance, but she's already sitting on the other end of the couch. "Uh ... Maura, what are you doing?"
"I have to do this." she's whispering and leans closer. "I have to be sure."
Jane swallows hard and looks down at the blonde's lips.
She decides that if this is really gonna happen, she has to give the control to the blonde.
She can see that Maura's closing her eyes and doesn't move an inch.
Maura's hesitating before she closes the last distance and presses her lips to the taller woman's, but nothing happens.
She's not quite sure what she did expect that would happen.
She is about to break the kiss again as suddenly Jane is holding her even closer and starts to kiss her back.
Maura's heart skips a beat as she recognizes the firm grip, the rough hands on her skin, the way those lips are feeling against her own.
In no time she's straddling the Italians hips and buries her hands in curly hair.
Maura's moaning deeply as Jane's hands are slipping under her shirt, up her back.
She deepens the kiss and starts rolling her hips.
Jane's breaking the kiss and furrows her eyebrows with a slight smile. "Okay, all right." she laughs but it immediately dies as soon as she sees Maura's watering eyes.
She caresses Maura's cheek gently with her thumb. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Maura's searching the Italian's eyes and cups Jane's face with her hand. "It's you. It is really you."
Jane starts to chuckle. "Yeah, who else have you expected?"
A tear runs down the blonde's check and a painful sob escapes from her throat.
She can feel that she's about to say his name, and she knows that she would hurt Jane's feelings with that. That's why she keeps her mouth shut.
Jane wipes the tear with her thumb away. "Maura, what is it?"
Maura gets up to her feet, grabs her glass and downs the wine with one sip.
Jane stands up too and frowns deeply. "Maura?"
Maura walks back into the kitchen and refills her glass, shaking her head. "This has to be a grave mistake. She didn't mention that this could happen."
Jane furls her eyebrows in confusion. "Who didn't mention that what could happen?" she asks with an high-pitched voice.
Maura looks back at the taller woman and takes another big swig of her wine with huge eyes.
Jane sighs heavily and steps up to the blonde, taking the glass out of Maura's hand. "Maura, what are you talking about?"
Maura's looking long into brown, worried eyes and caresses the Italian's face, and her chin starts trembling. "I ... You're back."
"I didn't know that I was gone." Jane retorts confused.
Maura smiles a little and all the sadness in her eyes is leaving.