"Wow." Jane let out a contented sigh as she entered her darkened apartment. She slumped down into her couch. What just happened? She looked at the clock. It was midnight. I've got to call Maura.

Jane reached for her phone but stopped. There is no way in hell she's up at this ungodly hour. She put her phone back on the table and ran her hands across her face. "Jesus…" she closed her eyes and pulled a pillow to her chest. Her mind and heart were racing! That journal! That GOD DAMN journal! She shook her head and scooted farther into the couch, where sleep finally came.

Jane sat at the bar in the Dirty Robber, her mind never fully coming to terms with the day-or last night for that matter. She still hadn't called Maura. Damn she's gonna be pissed at me. She sat up on the bar stool and finished the last of her drink. "Can I have another beer over here?" she asked.

The bartender nodded. "Here ya go Rizzoli."

"Thanks." She took a sip. Damn, beer is good! She suddenly felt a presence on her right side. "Hey Frost." She crooned.

"Hey Jane." he ordered another beer as well. He took a big gulp. "Damn beer is good."

"Amen to that!" she laughed. "So, you have any plans tonight?" Whoa! Where did THAT come from?

"Nah. I'm just going to go home and watch some tv." He took another swig. "What about you?"

"I'll walk Jo, probably take a shower-I smell awful."

"You smell great." He said quickly.

"Well, thank you Frost. You smell great too?" the last statement came out as more of a question. I smell like sweat and deco had a nasty baby all over my underarms. She thought for a moment. It must be the beer talking. She took another sip, watching him out of the corner of her eye. Hmm. I wonder.

"Frost, how good are you at holding your liquor?" she asked with a devilish smile.

"Not too good Jane." He burped. "Whoops. See I told you."

"Are you a sleepy drunk or rambunctious drunk?" She asked taking another sip.

He laughed. "Neither. I'm the daring drunk. I sometimes do things that-I end up regretting." He hiccupped.

"Is that so?" she asked seductively.

His head shot up and he watched her, wide eyed. "Yeah, as a matter of fact-it is. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious-pieces to the Barry puzzle." She froze. Barry? Puzzle? What the hell? Since when do I use his first name? Oh that's right, when I've had one to many…..Damn me and my inability to control myself.

She took another sip of her beer. Is this my fifth or sixth? Ah what the hell. Let's make it an uneven seven. She motioned for another. So did Frost. "So-" she started.

"So-what?" he asked as the bartender slid him his drink.

"So-I'm in your top ten huh?" as soon as she asked she mentally kicked herself. Shit. Of all the things you had to bring up-you just had to say THAT?

He smiled. "So you were looking through my drawers?" he took another sip, never taking his eyes off of her. Well shit Rizzoli, how ya gonna get yourself outta this one?

"Technically it was on your dresser so-" Damnit-why did I say that? And, why can't I feel my face?

"Oh it was on my dresser, well then it was in plain view Jaine. So it's completely legal!" he laughed. "I knew I should have put that away before you came-" he took another long sip. "Yeah, you're in my top ten. Number one if I remember correctly." He squinted.

"I know Frost. I saw it-" she ran her fingers through her hair and looked at her watch. I need to call a cab. Now. Before he says something he really shouldn't. She motioned for the bartender.

"Yeah Rizzoli?"

"I need a cab. Now."

He nodded. "Right away."

She turned to Frost. "You know what? I should go." She finished her last beer and grabbed her jacket heading for the door.

"Jane wait!" he followed her.

As soon as she opened the door her face was blasted by an angry gust of cold Boston air. She pulled her jacket tighter around her.

"Jane wait!" Frost exited the bar, his jacket in his hand.

"What Frost?" she asked.

"I didn't mean to piss you off." He grabbed her wrist. The taxi pulled up.

"Get in." she motioned for him to slide in. Before I leave you here.

"Why?" he asked, still holding onto her wrist. He looked down. "Oh, sorry."

"I'm not letting you drive!" she pushed him into the cab. "Two stops." She told the driver. After giving directions to both locations she sat back. The ride was silent. At least until she heard Frost humming.

"What are you humming?" she asked quietly.

"I can't give you anything but love." He said.

"Excuse me?"

"That's the name of the song. Louis Armstrong sang it the best." He continued to hum.

"I like it." She whispered.

"Me too." He replied.

"Frost-"

"Yeah?"

Her eyes watched him closely in the dim light of the cab. He slid over to her just a hair. She followed suit. They each drew an inch closer until finally they were millimeters apart. Her heart was pounding. Oh dear God- He ran his hand over her hair.

"Damn you Jane Rizzoli." He whispered. "Damn you."

She felt his breath on her lips. Her chest was about to explode.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! "JANE?"

Jane flew off the couch and landed forcefully on the ground, smacking her head on the coffee table. She sat up rubbing her head. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead.

"Jane!" the voice cried out.

"I'm coming I'm coming!" she shouted as she rose to her feet. I'm coming I swear-

So! What do you guys think huh? Do you all hate me now!? I sure hope so! The next chapter will be even better I swear! But until then-