A/N: Okay so a lot of you wanted a second chapter from Jane's point of view, so here we are. It has a different tone, I did that on purpose. I debated a lot whether or not I should make this its own little story but obviously I didn't. Also if you liked the first chapter as a standalone and this is something you don't want then avert your eyes! This doesn't exist! Abort mission!

Disclaimer: Don't own. No Money. ETC.


Jane threw her keys on her coffee table before falling face first onto her couch. It had been a long week with everything from that day going straight to the highlight reel.

First, she and Frost finally caught up to their suspect. A suspect who ran from them and decided running along the banks of the Boston harbor in the middle of fall would be the best means of escape. And of course she just had to chase after him and tackle him in shallow water by the banks. To add insult to freezing agony and a dodgy shoulder Detective Steven Samuels from the Assault Unit had cornered her in front of the elevator and had the nerve to ask her out on a date in the middle of the atrium in front of her partner and their murder suspect. (Her answer had been one big hell no.) Maura had given her an extra set of scrubs though while Frankie ran off to fetch her dry cleaning, but that also meant that she'd been walking around in scrubs that were at least two inches too short and getting strange looks from her colleagues for the better part of the evening.

To top it off, as she was going back down to the morgue to see if Maura would pick up their food for movie night and to return the scrubs she saw Lieutenant Raymond from vice flirting with Maura.

She growled into the pillow just thinking of that smarmy bastard. He was all bad boy without the actual bad, and an arrogant ass. Which put him right up Maura's alley. He'd been laying some heavy groundwork with the medical examiner all week too and she'd had about enough of his stupid ass grin as she could handle. Because seriously, if Maura was going to date beneath her and slum it with Boston PD's most eligible singles, it should've been her.

An unreasonable blush raced across her face at the thought. It was a fairly new thought, but it was there and real and she wasn't stupid.

She always knew there was something different about Maura. That Maura had her own little category of where she fit in her life because she'd never had any type of friendship like the one she'd had with Maura before. She'd never had any type of anything like she'd had with Maura. She could never place what exactly that feeling was. She was trying and she was on the cusp of figuring it out. The moment they shared last week on Maura's couch and the indescribable tone in Maura's voice as she said goodnight had moved her down a path she didn't know the end to.

Until Tuesday, when she saw the vice squad commander shooting charming, puppy eyes at Maura over a trace evidence file.

It wasn't the first time she wanted to smack someone for looking at Maura like she was a piece of meat or a fine wine that they just couldn't wait to have. It wasn't the first time that she was filled with unnecessary hatred and rage and…jealousy over a man, over anyone flirting with her best friend. And it made her think and brood and boom, she figured it out.

She didn't want anyone else to get into Maura's pants because she wanted to get into Maura's pants. She wanted to be the only one that could get into Maura's pants. Which was a crude way of saying she wanted to be with Maura, she wanted to take her to the opera, and the orchestra, and watch cheesy movies with her on Thursday nights, and cuddle (on the couch or the bed or the floor or in a chair…) She wanted to be the cause of that stupid adorable smile, the reason for her laughter, why she showed up to a crime scene in mismatching shoes. She wanted. She couldn't remember the last time she actually wanted anyone. Her relationships were usually relations of convenience, or to get her mother off her back. Work was always more interesting, more entertaining, just…better than trying at some relationship that was probably going to fail anyway. But she found, scarily enough, that Maura was someone she wanted. In all the ways she shouldn't.

Was it love? She almost laughed. She didn't know. How could she ever know? She just knew out of all the people she could've picked Maura was both the worst and the best choice. Worst, because they were straight, they were friends, they were colleagues, it would get messy. Best, because…well it was Maura. Maura who was kind and generous and amazing and cute and funny in her own weird, strange way and gorgeous and she had this crazy smile that could right all wrongs and damn, she had it bad.

Some would actually argue that she was in fact stupid because it took her that long to realize it but semantics.

She sighed. What to do with this seemingly brand new information was a whole other issue.

She heard a still leashed Jo Friday running around the kitchen presumably getting some water before she felt tiny paws and the light weight of her dog on her back. "Jo." Jane grumbled into the pillow, this wasn't helping her back in the least. The little pup just snorted and continued walking, her little claws digging into her thin shirt. Jane laughed and turned her head away as Jo started licking her ear. "Ew, knock it off Jo Friday!" Jo Friday was relentless though and Jane soon felt herself laughing harder as she sat up. She cooped the little fur ball into her arms snuggling her into her chest. Jo Friday barked playfully before wiggling in Jane's lap to continue her licking assault on Jane's face. "Ugh, remind me to give you a bath this weekend." Jane complained. She took the leash off and rested her head against the back of the couch hoping Maura would get there soon because she was starving. Of course just as she thought this Jo Friday leapt from her lap and ran towards the opening door her tags jangling and tail wagging furiously behind her. "Traitor." Jane said as she stood.

"Are you talking about me or the dog?" Maura laughed smiling at Jane as she walked through the door arms ladened with to-go boxes.

Jane hurried towards her friend and took most of the boxes from her. "The dog." She smirked fighting the urge to kiss Maura on the cheek. Because that would be dumb. "Why would I be talking about you?" She put a serious look on her face. "Have you been blabbing to my mother again?"

"No, I have not." Maura laughed again shutting and locking the door.

"Good." She put all of the boxes on the table. "Man, where did you go and what are we eating tonight?" She sniffed the air. "Smells like Italian."

Maura smiled and went to grab some plates from Jane's cabinet. "I know you've had a long week."

"We both did."

Maura nodded. "So I thought we'd have a bit more of a heartier meal than usual. I went to that nice Italian diner we both enjoy so much and got us a carry out meal." Jane nodded through a mouth already full of a piece of garlic bread. "Speaking of gossip," Maura said after a moment. "I hear a detective from the assault unit asked you out for a date." Maura tried to keep her voice even, tried not to give in to the jealousy she felt at the mere mention of someone else dating Jane. Because this was what she wanted, right? It was her fault for not having the courage to tell Jane how she truly felt and if someone else had that courage she couldn't begrudge them for it. She just had to be there for her best friend if and when she needed her to be. She could do that. "I also hear you told him no." Her opinion was probably a biased one but Jane deserved far better than that man. She'd never had any prolonged discussions with him and although she'd heard he was a good detective she also heard he was a joke and there was some rumor about a book in which he kept all of his 'conquest's' names.

Jane swallowed the bread in her mouth. "I don't know where you get your information, young lady but it is faulty. I said hell no." She grabbed her beer and took a long drink. "And we are not talking about my love life." She saw Maura's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Jane grabbed a piece of bread from the basket and stuck it in Maura's mouth before she could say anything about the amazing benefits of sex or how her love life was as dusty as the books on her bookshelf. Maura looked at her with amused eyes and grabbed the bread from her mouth. "What about you? Has Lieutenant Raymond asked you out on a date yet?"

Maura looked at Jane quizzically. There was clear distaste in the way she had said his name. But then, Jane never liked the men she dated or showed any interest in so maybe it didn't mean anything. It was just Jane being overprotective. "He did."

Jane swallowed. Of course he did. Of course mister big shot, vice commander asked her out on a date. Who wouldn't ask Maura out on a date? She wouldn't. Obviously. Because they were straight and friends and colleagues and… "You know I went to the academy with him?" That was not what she wanted to say.

"Really?" Maura sat in her chair as she and Jane started eating their dinner.

Jane nodded. "Yeah." She reached across the table for another piece of bread only to have a sharp pain shoot up her arm at the move. She winced.

"What's wrong?" Maura said worriedly standing from her chair almost immediately.

"Nothing." Jane hissed slightly embarrassed. "It's nothing." But Maura was already standing next to her. She held Jane's arm at the elbow with her left hand and used the right to poke at Jane's side. "Personal space." Jane mumbled pretending to be annoyed. She tried not to get lost in the totally not new sensations that Maura's touch caused. (Maybe her intelligence should've actually been brought into question because that explosive shot of electricity down her spine was old news.) She tried not to lean into the heat radiating from the other woman's body, tried not to let Maura's flowery perfume trap her in a daze. She remembered last week, how every time Maura came by her desk or she the morgue she caught that amazing scent and she just wanted to know what it was. And then over dinner and watching the movie it was the only thing she could think about. A person should not smell that good, but Maura did. The doctor poked her just underneath her shoulder blade and pressed. "Ow!" And just like that Jane was jolted back into the moment. She glared at Maura who chuckled.

"When we're done eating I'm going to give you a massage." Maura said gently letting go of Jane's arm and going back to her chair.

"No." She took a bite of her pasta trying to get rid of the image Maura accidently placed there. He shook her head. She looked up, locking eyes with Maura. The doctor gave her one of those looks that always, always got her to do anything.

Jane laid on the floor the right side of her cheek resting on a pillow from her couch in nothing but her bra and jeans with her hair twisted in a messy bun. Ugh, she groaned. Maura and her stupid face and her stupid eyes and her stupid stupidness always getting her to do stupid things.

"Okay, this…" Maura trailed off as her eyes landed on Jane. She swallowed as her eyes racked down Jane's back. The vertebra of Jane's spine, the large expanse of Italian olive skin, the black bra, and the muscles she suddenly forgot the name of all caught her completely off guard and left her thinking that this was a terribly thought out idea. She hadn't even thought of this when she offered. She blinked licking her lips. She could do this. She could be professional and cool. She cleared her throat and took a determined step forward.

The second Maura's fingers touched the base of her neck Jane knew this was a bad idea. A very bad idea and was incredibly thankful that she could blame the shiver, the hitch in her breath, and the goosebumbs on her skin on the cold lotion on Maura's fingers. She closed her eyes determined to get over the fact that this was Maura, that she wanted to roll over and kiss her and forget about the massage. Because that would be dumb. Maura was just being helpful, because that's what Maura did. Like offering her mother the guest house and volunteering on undercover operations and drinking boxed wine on her couch and sharing a blanket after she'd been kidnapped and…She took a deep breath catching herself as she tried not to moan out loud as Maura hit a particular spot. (Because how embarrassing would that be?) Maura's fingers were working some sort of magic over her neck and shoulders. She found herself sighing contently as nimble fingers pushed and prodded and glided over her skin.

Maura was doing her best to remember the technique she'd learned while in medical school. She wanted to do it right, this was about Jane after all. Jane was a cop. Cops had high stress jobs, high stress and tense muscles as was evidenced clearly in Jane beneath her. Jane had told her about the tackle in the water. At the time with Jane soaking wet and shivering somehow looking both completely miserable and adorable she hadn't paid attention to brief flinch of pain that crossed her face when she handed over the scrubs. But now looking at Jane's back she could clearly see a small area of redness and a tiny barely there light purple line from a forming bruise where she assumed Jane had hit a rock in the water. Just as she was getting a handle on the whole thing she reached Jane's bra. She swallowed. "Jane do you mind if I…" Instead of finishing her sentence she touched the clasp of the bra hoping Jane got the message. She wasn't sure if she could say Jane can I unhook your bra? In an appropriate, straight-laced manner.

Jane nodded her head. "Mmm." Frankly at this point, Jane didn't really care what Maura asked her to do because it just felt so damn good. She'd never had a massage before, never wanted one. They were like baths in her opinion. Nice if you were bored but ultimately she could almost always find something better to do, like watching a COPS marathon or Most Daring Police Chases, or going to the shooting range, hell even going for a run was more enticing than sitting and wasting time in a bath tub. Also, she definitely didn't like the whole strangers seeing her naked thing about massages. But letting Maura do this was something else. It just felt so undeniably good. She had no idea how tense she actually was.

Maura shifted on her knees at the near moan that came from Jane's mouth. With slightly shaking hands she unclasped Jane's bra and eased the material out of the way. Her eyes skimmed down Jane's now completely bare back, taking the time to memorize every detail, every curve, every dip of her skin. As her eyes traveled further they caught the exit wound the bullet all those years ago made. She had a flash of a moment kneeling on the ground in front of their work, their safe place, their home away from home, trying to stop the bleeding, doing everything in her power to stop Jane's blood from spilling even further. Her fingers graced over the old scar and she felt Jane roll her hip slightly and another repressed sound escape the brunette's lips. There was so much yelling that day, so many sirens, so many gunshots, and victims. She shook her head looking back at Jane. She wanted to kiss her shoulder, wanted to whisper in her ear she was stupid and brave and reckless but those were redeemable qualities in handfuls and she wouldn't be Jane without them and she loved her for it. She loved her, period.

"So when are you going out with Ray?" Jane's voice was barely a whisper, darker and huskier than usual. She hoped Maura wouldn't notice and if she did hoped she wouldn't point it out.

"I'm not sure." Maura said glad for something to distract her from her thoughts. She continued the massage.

Jane sighed her eyelids fluttering as Maura's skilled fingers moved once more. She couldn't believe her thoughts. She'd only had three whole days to come to terms with the fact that she wanted to be with Maura. And now she knew without a doubt that she wanted Maura so wholly, so completely it was kind of shameful. Because Maura was just being Maura and helping her out. She shouldn't have been thinking about what other things Maura could do with those fingers of hers. She shouldn't have been thinking of kissing the medical examiner breathless when she was doing such a good thing for her. Nope. So she brought her mind back to the present. "What do you mean?"

"I never gave him an answer." Jane quirked an eyebrow that Maura couldn't see. "I believe his exact words were we should go get drinks sometime and then you walked in with the scrubs and he left."

Jane grinned triumphantly at that. "I don't think you should." She said quietly.

"Why not?" Maura said her voice just as quiet. Her heart sped up for an unknown reason. Maybe…maybe Jane felt the same way?

Because I want you to go out with me, Jane thought. She licked her lips. She could say it. It wasn't that complicated. But they were straight and friends and colleagues and it would inevitably get complicated because everything she ever did was complicated. "He's an ass."

Maura laughed. She didn't know what she was expecting really but that wasn't one of the options. It was just random and so Jane she couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I've heard the same about Detective Samuels."

Jane laughed. "Yeah, well see there's a reason I told him no." She closed her eyes and shifted her hips again as Maura pressed on a particular spot on her lower back. "That feels good." She murmured breathily.

Maura blinked trying to come up with something to say as she continued to work Jane's back and continued to do her best to ignore the breathy sounds, the almost moans coming from Jane. It was making her head spin. She wanted to know what Jane really sounded like when being touched in other places on a more sensual level. She took a deep breath as her hands moved lower and lower.

She concentrated solely on the message and tried not to let her mind get too far ahead of her. She, having remembered now, recited each of the muscles she touched and their function in her mind as she continued. Soon, she ran out of back to massage and instead let her fingers trace idly up and down Jane's spine. By this point she was sure the woman had fallen asleep if the soft even breathing coming from her nose was any indicator. So she sat back on her butt and let her hand drift over Jane's back and her mind over scenarios that weren't entirely appropriate. She would chastise herself for doing it but she found right then as she sat on Jane's floor with a half-naked Jane Rizzoli almost assuredly asleep she didn't mind, didn't care if it was appropriate or not. If she couldn't have the real thing there was no shame in letting her imagination roam, much like it had the previous movie night, only this time her thoughts were a little more risqué.

Eventually though, she did need to go home. She clasped Jane's bra back into place and stood. She grabbed her purse and slipped her heels on before draping the small blanket from the back of the couch over Jane's form on the floor. "Goodnight, Jane."

Jane opened her eyes lazily immediately missing Maura's touch and her heat. She stood up pulling the blanket around her and saw Maura walking towards the door. "Hey, Maur?"

"Yes, Jane?" Maura turned

"Thank you." She said as sincerely as she could muster. "Text me to tell me you got home safe?" She yawned.

Maura smiled and Jane felt her knees grow weak. "I will."

A/N: There will be a third chapter. (It's also already written baring some embellishments.)

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