A/N: Hey! Thanks for sticking with me :). I'm still not sure where exactly this is going, so I'd really appreciate hearing (reading :P) what you guys might like to see! Who knows, it could end up being one of the main arcs (full credit of course). Anyway. Enjoy.

Release Day

Four days had passed since Jane had last seen or spoken to Maura. They'd conferenced, but it was kept strictly professional under the all-seeing eyes of Korsak and Frost.

Sitting in the parking lot of the women's correctional facility, Jane looked at her watch. Three forty-five. Her eyes darted upwards toward the main entrance, half expecting to see Maura bounding down the path to Jane's car. Four o'clock, that was what she had been told by the intake and outtake officer, four o'clock and Maura would be out. Jane waited anxiously.

She imagined their reunion, even though it had been less than a week, it had felt like a lifetime. She pictured the moment over and over again, and in every conceivable possibility Jane always ended up tearing Maura's clothes off. Jane wasn't used to this. She wasn't the flirting type, and until recently she was fairly certain that she had no interest in women whatsoever. What Jane found truly terrifying was that everyone she had let into her heart had abandoned her. But there was something about Maura that told her she would be sticking around no matter what happened. In fact, she knew Maura to be a very open minded person when it came to experimenting with anything new, and there was little doubt to suggest that even if they didn't work out, they would still remain very close friends.

Jane's insides flooded with warmth, and a tickling sensation shuddered across her skin at the thought of having the freedom to take Maura into her arms and kiss her. She envisioned slipping her own slender arms around Maura's small waist, drawing her in, taking in the scent of her hair. She could see them falling to the couch, removing every article of clothing as fast as possible to feel the passionate heat of skin against skin.

Jane looked at her watch and straightened up in her seat. Maura would be coming through those automatic glass doors any minute now. She looked into the rear view mirror to check her hair, making sure her eyeliner wasn't smudging at the same time.

Ten minutes passed and Jane had begun tapping her fingers on the steering wheel repetitively. Another ten minutes, and suddenly the sun was hanging low in the late afternoon sky and it was four forty-five.

Grabbing her things, Jane stepped out of her car and headed up to reception.
Flashing her badge she said, "I'm detective Jane Rizzoli, I have an inquiry on an inmate getting released today," she looked through the thick, foggy, glass at the large woman behind the counter.
"Name?" She said shortly, looking at her computer.
"Isles, Maura Isles," Jane said, growing evermore anxious. The woman began typing and clicking the mouse. Jane noticed her over the top acrylic nails.
"You're her pickup?" She asked bluntly.
"Yes, yes!" Jane said. More typing. Clicking.
"Uh-huh," the woman remarked eventually, "It seems a Maura Isles has already been checked out of the system."
"What?" Jane exclaimed, bewildered, "I don't understand. Her pickup time was four o'clock and I've been sitting out in that damn parking lot for over an hour."
"It says here that her pickup time was three, not four."
Jane stared at the woman, jaw dropped in disbelief. She didn't know who to be more angry at: the system, for pissing her off in general, or herself. How could she have mixed up the times? She turned around in frustration, running her hands through her hair.
"Does it say who checked her out?" She asked.
"No ma'am, she was minimum security, she can check herself out into her own responsibility once released."
Jane turned around again and headed back to her car, "Shit," she muttered.

A/N: Short n' sweet... dragging out the inevitable mushy stuff. More to come soon!