Jane sniffles and shoves her hands into the pocket of her coat. She shivers as a chill went through her body and she thinks that it was a bad idea to come here in the middle of the night. Well not exactly in the middle of the night, but after a thirteen hours shift, but she wants to get this over and done. It has been one year since she and Maura had made up and since then she allowed every memory to come back, at least every memory she had had with the doctor from her previous life.

Sometimes, the two women sat together the entire night and Jane asked Maura if her memory was right. That brought tears to the blonde's eyes because those said memories of Jane described her life with Jacopo before they had been forced to part their ways. And then she confirmed all of it.

And it isn't like the brunette doesn't recognize s her very own family anymore. She still knows who her parents are, and what the names of her brothers are. It's more like she's becoming complete now.

It's not like Maura's very anxious to use Jane for talking to her former lover, or even getting him back. She talks to Jane about it like she's sharing her whole story, their story, with her girlfriend and the side effect has been that Jane remembered even more, and it has never been like Jane's former life would take over her even though the things the doctor told her changed her for the good. And that's what Maura's happy about.

Though she had the best time of her life with Jacopo, she wouldn't miss a minute with the detective. Jane is the one who makes her happy, Jane is the one who understands her, Jane is the one with whom she can talk for hours without getting tired of it. It is Jane who she trusts unconditionally. Maura isn't afraid anymore that the Italian thinks that she's crazy. Sometimes Maura tells Jane things that isn't written down in the history books and it always amaze Jane.

But with time Jane got more and more restless and old memories started to flood her mind that kept her awake. That's why she decided to go to every single spiritual shop in Boston until she finds Maura's mysterical woman, the one who's responsible for all of this.

Jane isn't sure if she's going to yell at the said woman or if she'll thank her for the second chance. For a chance that she decided to use very well.

She pushes the glass door open and turns her nose up at the smell of joss sticks, Rosemary and a burned something she can't identify in that moment. She jumps a little when the little bell over the door rings as the door closes behind her and a frown creeps upon her forehead.

The light in the small shop is dimmed and gives everything a spooky atmosphere. The shadows on the floor seem like their dancing even though there is no wisp of wind in the shop. It's like they have a life of their own and that those shadows are deriding her.

Jane takes a closer look at some of the show-cases and her heart skips a beat when someone behind her says, "You finally found your way back to me." The hairs in her neck stand and she swirls around to face whoever has lured her into this trap. Happily this time she had told Korsak where she will go after her shift and knows that he'll be alarmed if she doesn't give him a call until in the morning.

That's something both of them had agreed t after Jane's first encounter with Hoyt, no one-man shows anymore. Well, mostly Korsak stays true to his word.

Jane's hand flies to her hip only to remember that she left her gun in the car. She curses under her breath and tries to slow her heartbeat. "You recognize me?"

The white-haired woman chuckles amused and makes her way to a old, round table. It looks like its older than both women and sighs contently. "Of course I do. I suppose you have a lot of questions." She points at the chair on the opposite and smiles. "Please, sit."

The detective hesitates because it wouldn't be the first time she'd been ambushed, and this time she wants to be prepared. It's not like she's working a case that includes spiritual shops, but you never know.

Jane licks her dry lips and sits down on the chair the older woman offered. She looks long at the older woman but doesn't know how to start the conversation.

"You wanna know why," the unknown woman says like she has read the detective's mind.

The Italian blinks a couple of times and furrows her brows. "Excuse me?"

"You wanna know why you are Jacopo's reincarnation, no?"

Jane let the words sink in and hunch her shoulders, frowning. "Yes, I guess. I mean, it's not like I am the only person with Italian roots. Why was I chosen?"

"I can't answer that question."

"Great," Jane mutters. "It's like talking to a fortune teller."

"But I can tell you that you haven't been chosen with no reason. Maybe because you have a good heart, maybe because even your personality isn't so different from his own. That's something I couldn't influence. All I can tell is that you and Maura are ment for each other. Like she and Jacopo had been."

"So ... You didn't affect any of this?"

The woman laughs and shakes her head. "No, the only thing I did was to comply Maura's request and bind your souls. I didn't know if you're going to be a man or a woman. It is like Jacopo's soul has picked you."

"And how does that happen? How does a soul pick its new life?"

The woman takes a deep breath and smiles at a man who carries wordlessly two cups of tea to the table. "I don't exactly know how a soul picks its new owner," she says and takes a sip of her tea. "But I know its bound to a being who is going to have the same traits."

Jane doesn't sip the tea and frowns

"So when a serial killer says that he's just obeying his instincts, then Jack the Ripper was his ancestor?"

"No, most of those people are just ... mentally sick. They need help. Especially if they claim to be immortal."

"So you're telling me that it is hokum, but in the same time you tell me that I am a reincarnation? Good souls can travel, but bad ones are what? Forced to go to hell all over again? Who is deciding it? I Kean, everyone's innocent when they're born. Who decides that a person's going to bad or good? I mean, when we're born, we are like blank pages of a book. Somehow I feel -"

"Betrayed," the older woman offers and the Italian nods. "I can't tell you how a soul chose, Jane, but would you prefer to be a bad person?"

Jane shakes her head and furrows her eyebrows. "No, I'm quite comfortable with my life. But it doesn't feel fair. It feels like my life already has been written in stone before I knew it."

"And yet you took control of your own life and didn't become a vintager like in your previous life. Am I wrong?"

Jane's thinking about the older woman's words and furrows her eyebrows, shaking her head. "No, not at all. I didn't become a vintager." She pauses and worry is mirrored in her face. "But what's gonna happen now?"

"I don't know. Maybe you and Maura grey old together now and the two of you enjoy the time you have together, or you don't work out and break up in some time. That's up to you, Jane. All I did was to make sure that you and Maura meet again and that you guys find out if you really are meant for each other."

The detective blinks a couple of times and relief washes over her. She isn't quite sure how to ask that's why she does it straightforward. "So there won't be any bad surprises when I wake up in the morning. Like I awake up and the only remains of Maura is a heap of dust?"

The other woman laughs heartily and shakes her head, shrugging. "The only bad surprise you could get is that you wake and Maura is gone for good because you didn't care enough about her. But she won't turn into dust just because she finally found you. That's not what I've planned for her."

"So we still have time?"

"Yes, but don't waste too much of it, Maura waited ages for you."

The Italian nods slowly and she can tell that she'll do anything so the doctor won't have any reason to leave her. She thanks the white-haired woman and doesn't waste any time to get out of the shop. It's not because she doesn't wnat to chat with her, but somehow the atmosphere of the shop is creeping her out.

On the way home she suddenly feels guilty because she has forgotten to ask the mysterious woman what's happening with her now. Somehow, she has the feeling that all of their lives are intertwined with each other and that it was the last time that she has seen the old lady. She and wants to drive back and thank her for everything she has done and sacrificed just for Maura and her. She wonders if this woman knew that she's gonna live for the amount of time until Maura and she found each other once again. But she doesn't turn around, she keeps on driving in the direction of Maura's house because the voice in the back of her head is telling her to give the old woman time that she needs for herself.

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Maura is standing at the kitchen island and reads in one of her beloved medical magazines, taking a sip from her red wine. She's so engrossed that she doesn't her the front door open and then being closed again. She yelps surprised when a pair of arms are wrapped around her waist and when the intruder turns her around.

Her body relaxes as soon as she looks into brown eyes that are full of love. She she places her hands on the detective's shoulders and can't help the broad smile. "Where have you been?"

Jane doesn't answer and kisses Maura passionately. She doesn't care about the question and she doesn't care that they're standing in the middle of the kitchen. She only cared about the moment and that she wanna tell the blonde that she won't go anywhere again.

Maura's surprised by the kiss and needs a second to respond, but then she wraps her arms around the taller woman's neck and can't contain a small moan. She breaks the kiss after a while and looks puzzled at Jane, but she doesn't ask her what got into her and smiles once again. She cups Jane's cheek with her hand and runs her thumb over it.

The detective swallows hard and it seems like she's gathering all her courage. "Let's get married." She croaks.

The doctor's eyebrows shoot up and the color drains from her face. She thinks that she must have misheard and asks, "Excuse me?"

Jane licks her lips and hunch her shoulders. Even she doesn't know why she said that and that frightens her. She had been with a couple of women, but never had she thought about getting married with one of them. "I ... um ... Its been more than one life time for you to finally find ..." She doesn't finish the sentence because it sounds stupid and she doesn't want to appear arrogant. So she starts anew. "I love you, Maura. I love you from the bottom of my heart, and I will always and forever love you. Maybe ... Maybe it wasn't only faith that brought us together, but I don't care. I don't care about it anymore. Once, you and my older self didn't get the chance to get happy together and to get old together , but here we are today. And no one is gonna changing that, come hell or high water.I'm gonna fight for you, and I'm gonna protect you, and I'll cherish and love you every single day until my dying breath. A spell may has brought us together, but that spell didn't make me to fall in love with you. Maybe in the past our love has been forbidden, but today it isn't anymore and no one is keeping me from loving you. So, Maura Isles, will you spend the rest of your life with me and marry me?"

Maura doesn't know what to say in this moment and she can't keep her tears at bay anymore. She has been waiting for those words for more than just one life time and now she looks into eyes that never had left her memory. She closes her own eyes and starts to nod. "Yes. Yes, Jane, I will marry you."

Jane can't suppress the broad smile and presses her lips against Maura's. She doesn't want to tell the doctor how much she loves her. She wants to show it to her, and that's what she does.

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The young woman blinks a couple of times before she starts to laugh hilariously. She has hairs that are as dark as Jane's and light green eyes that sometimes appears to be blue. But she still looks like the Italian and has the brain of Maura, that's what makes it hard to believe the story. Since thirty years she has been the daughter of Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles and never had she heard such an absurd story. She knows that her parents always stocked to the truth and that she got into trouble when she embellished a story. "You guys do know that I'm way to old for fairy tales, don't you?"

The graying Jane rolls her eyes and leans back. She's sitting at the couch next to Maura and looks at her wife like she's saying 'I told you so. She won't believe us.'

Maura, who is a little more gray than Jane frowns and takes the Italian's hand in her own. "Why should we lie to you, honey?"

Alexandra Rizzoli shrugs and turns the corners of her mouth downward. "Don't know. Maybe to have a really romantic story instead of saying 'You and your mom met while both of us have been working'. Your story sounds more like a cheesy romantic movie."

"Romantic movie," Jane huffs and glares at her daughter. "Am I the romantic type?"

"No," Alex and Maura say in unison and laugh as the Italian glares at them.

"I'm sorry, Ma." Alex chuckles and clears her throat. "But what you've told me is absolutely impossible. You're trying to tell me that Mom was over two hundred years old when she became pregnant with me and that you are the reincarnation of her former lover who lived in Italy and has been working on a winery. It's hard for me to believe that."

Jane groans and clenches her jaw. She knows that her daughter is just as skeptical as Maura and she, and that Alex believes more in science than spoken words. That's why Alex became a doctor just like Maura.

Maura furrows her brows and looks at a tall man with brown hair, that stood the entire time at the kitchen counter without saying a word. She smiles and points at the bookshelf. "Stephen, honey, would you be so kind and bring me photo album?"

Stephen Masterson nods and walks to the said shelf. He takes the photo album out of it and brings it to Alex. He's in a relationship with the younger Rizzoli for two years but still feels like he isn't accepted by Jane. She always growls like a watchdog when he comes closer to Alex, his girlfriend.

Alex rolls her eyes and opens the book with memories that she also can remember. "What am I supposed to see?"

Jane sighs loudly and points at the item. "Go back, to the end, the part we never showed you."

Alex sighs as well and does what she's told. Suddenly, her eyebrows shoot up and she looks surprised at her mothers. But then she gets her self-control back. "That could be adapted with Photoshop. That doesn't prove anything."

Jane scoffs and shakes her head. 'That would be a lot of effort just to fool our only child when she's an adult."

Alex has to agree, the photo paper is really old, as old as the year when it has been used. And the photos are witnesses of all of the event that happened since Maura got under 'the spell'.

She frowns and her doubts vanish into thin air." But ... Where's the woman that put you under that spell?"

Stephen doesn't say anything. He believes Jane and Maura, and their story.

Maura sighs loudly and looks briefly at her wife. "We've never seen her again. The shop has been closed the last time we stopped by."

"Why did you want to see her again?"

"To thank her," the silent man says suddenly and each of them look at him. Stephen shrugs and smiles a little. "I'd do the same if that'd be the only way to be with you, Alex. I'd do anything for you."

"Even waiting for me more than a lifetime?"

"Even that."

Maura smiles broadly, squeezes Jane's hand and looks at her.

Jane rolls her eyes but smiles. She looks long at her wife and ignores the groan of her daughter when she kisses Maura long. She tells the smaller woman that she is happy and that she wouldn't change anything. She sighs and looks long into hazel eyes. "I will always and forever love you."

Maura smiles broadly. "And I will forever love you."

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So, that's it. That's the end of this story. I hope you like it as much as I liked it to write it.

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