A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait! I've been so busy with work. I swear that my boss actually wants to kill me because he's given me no days off for the next two weeks. Never mind though, I've already started writing the next chapter ;)

Chapter 6

I felt slightly lighter as soon as the Bostonian air filled my lungs. Usually, I loved long plane journeys, first class always came with personal assistants, great food and obnoxious passengers that peaked my anthropological curiosity, something I had inherited from my father. However, when Jane was all that I thought about, being stuck in the same place for too long made me feel uneasy especially when it was out of my control to speed up the process.

* Flashback *

"Maura, sweetheart. I really wish you wouldn't speak to your mother that way. She has just lost her husband," Ian said as I packed my suitcase.

"And I lost my father!" I glared at him, "And this has nothing to do with you. Why are you still here?"

"You're my girlfriend. Of course this is my business,"

"Your girlfriend? Ian, I thought that…" pinching the bridge of my nose, I breathed in and tried to talk to him as calmly as I could, "I thought that it was clear that our relationship has terminated. I want Jane and not you," sometimes you had to rip it like a bandaid. That's what Jane would say.

"She's been ignoring every single one of your calls Maur, does that sound like…"

"Don't call me Maur…Don't you fucking call me Maur," I glared and pointed my finger at him in anger.

His arms flew up, "Calm down…Jeez, Jane is a bad influence on you…all that I'm saying is…are you seriously willing to jeopardise our future for that detective who can't decide what she wants?"

I stopped shoving my clothes into my suitcase and looked at him, "yes."

"Yes? Are you freaking nuts?"

"Maybe but I know her and I know that her heart is true," He snorted and rolled his eyes, "And, I also know you and I know how low you'd seep to get Jane's attention. How else would she know that you're here?"

"I only told her what she needed to hear. That fucking dyke has been after you for years!"

"Do not talk like that about Jane or anyone for that matter! Get out," I yelled. My temper had been lost to the argument. My chest heaved, "get out!"

"I gave up everything to be with you!" he spat.

"Your contract had ended Ian, you didn't choose me. You had nowhere else to be," I said, deadpanned, "please leave or you'll force me to call the police,"

"This wouldn't be the last you'll hear of me!"

* * Present Time * *

I glanced at my phone as I gathered my luggage, Jane still hadn't returned my calls. This made me feel anxious and nervous. I hated not knowing what to do. As I strolled through the airport, I once again observed the reunion of people, the sound of laughter making me envious. A ridiculous part of me had wished for Jane to be one of those people waiting for me but I knew that that thought was stupid, how would she know?

"Maura?" I heard my name. The accent immediately registering before I even turned around, "Casey? What're you doing her?"

"I came to drop Jane off," He whispered, sounding slightly amused which contributed to my confusion, "I swear to god you two are like the movies," he laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Why are you dropping Jane off?" I said, my voice trembling. The dreadful thought of Jane leaving me immediately showing its ugly head. Did she dislike me that much to leave Boston? My breath hitched as panic rose, "Where…ummm…where did she…" tears started to blur my vision.

"Woah, woah, woah, Maura…Jane's getting on the plane to go and fight for you in London," He cooed.

"She's getting on the plane to London?" I smiled, my emotions felt like a wild rollercoaster.

"Yes. You seriously think Jane would just get up and leave? She's on that plane…shit! She on the plane!" He cursed and grabbed his phone. "Fuck! Maura…she's on the next plane to London and you're here…"

I don't think I've even ran as fast as I did and I didn't care about the luggage that I had just abandoned. I didn't even care about how crazy I must have looked or the unfairly high price I spent on a last minute ticket London just so that I could go through security. Jane was worth every dollar.

My throat tightened when I heard that familiar voice that had the power to stop my heart, "What? It's not like we're on the plane yet!" she grunted, ever so Jane.

I screamed her name and ran. It's safe to say that I looked wildly out of character but once again I didn't care, "JANE" I screamed her name again. I was receiving looks from the airport visitors and staff and I could see security approaching me. I begged them with my eyes that I was fine and tried to portray my clear sanity.

"JANE," I cried and released a gasp when brown eyes connected with my own and my heart drummed so loud against my chest that I'm sure everyone heard it.

"Maura!" She cried and ran towards me and we were like two stars on a collusion course. The gravitational pull so strong that it could be felt all around us. And like stars, we had the potential be bright and live a long life but together, together we illuminated the galaxy.

At that moment everything and everyone else didn't matter, they were just blurs and background noises, Jane was the only person I saw. Our bodies crushed together in a life altering kind of way, sending delicious yet terrifying shocks of excitement through our veins. At that moment I wanted to scream with happiness but also wanted to hide away from the overwhelming feeling; it was confusing.

"I'm completely in love with you," I sobbed and peppered desperate kisses around her face.

"God…" she cried too, "I've waited so long to hear that" she grinned and brought our lips together. Our bodies shook from the adrenaline fuelled moment.

"Come on, let's go to a place less crowded. You know how much I hate PDA," she smiled and wrapped her hand around mine.

I nodded, "What about your luggage?" I asked.

"I didn't take any with me," she blushed "I kind of just rushed out and didn't think about anything else. I didn't even tell work," she winced.

Having Casey driving us back home was to say the least, awkward. I was still upset about the way Ian handled matters and I suppose that Casey's reaction to the whole ordeal just made me wary, "Where am I dropping you guys off?" he asked.

"Jane's apartment if you could, please? I'd like to talk to her uninterrupted,"

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"Umm…so, do you want some coffee or…" Jane scratched the back of her neck and looked at the ground, she looked painfully uncomfortable, which did nothing to sooth my racing heart.

Taking her shaking hands into mine, I brought them to my lips and kissed them, "Jane, please don't feel uncomfortable. It's you and Me. Jane and Maura, we've talked and hung out in your apartment hundreds of time," I smiled.

She moved slightly, Jane was always the wiggler, could never stand still, "yeah I know but now its different because we're together now," she mumbled, "umm…we are together right?"

I smiled, she looked so unsure of herself. It was odd seeing the ever so confident and sometimes cocky detective acting like a teenaged girl, "well, I don't know Jane. Are we?"

"I…want to be but then Ian…he…well" she sighed with frustration. "Maura I suck at this mushy, emotional stuff," she grunted.

"Let's sit on the sofa. If we're relaxed it might come easier," I smiled and guided her to the sitting-room, "now, why don't we start from the beginning. You know that I can't lie Jane so ask me anything. And I really did not know that Ian was going to be there. I wanted some time alone because this whole thing with us confused me. I hate being confused because…well you know me, I'm all about the facts and figures. Unfortunately, there isn't a peer reviewed article about Jane Rizzoli," I grinned.

"I was confused too," she rasped.

"Yes, I know but unlike you Jane, growing up wasn't easy, I was always alone. I'd often hide my emotions and thoughts and learnt to deal with them on my own. This has transferred onto my adulthood. By not having external influences I can make sound decisions. I realise now that perhaps it wasn't the best course of action,"

"I'm sorry that I over reacted," she said, "this is all just so confusing to me. I've never felt like this towards anyone and you being…well a…a woman just confused me even more. I was so angry at first and I'm so sorry but I wanted to punish you," tears fell down her cheeks.

"Why did you want to punish me?" I whispered and wiped her tears with my fingertips.

"Because I blamed you for loving you and for being so perfect. You made it so hard for my feelings to stay platonic. You made me question everything from my sexuality to my religion. And I couldn't ask my mother or brothers for help because their opinion terrified me. It still does! Then when Ian got back in the picture I was so angry! He was taking up all of your time and I remember that you told me once that he was the love of your life…" further tears streamed down her face, "how could I compete with 'the love of your life' Maura?"

"Jane…When I first met Ian we were both very young, we didn't even know ourselves. During that time it felt like he was my forever but we grew up and became two very different people. When he moved back to America, I did have love for him but I was no longer in love with him. I think that we tried to hold on to the old ways because it felt familiar…safe even. But Jane…" I moved closer and cupped her face with my hands and brought our faces inches apart, "the way I feel about Ian doesn't even compare to the way I feel about you. I'm so in love with you that these couple of days has literally been a shock to my system," our lips met in a sweet kiss.

"It felt like someone had kicked me hard when I read your text and thought that you were giving up on me. I literally packed my bags and ran to the airport that very moment. I needed to see you and fix this. I felt sick when I allowed my mind to play out different scenarios," I kissed her again. It felt wonderful to do so without her pulling away and without the painful reminder of Casey and Ian, "I don't think I would have handled my self well if we didn't work out…I want you…" kiss, "so…" kiss "much…"

Our lips gently moved against one another, it was sweet and powerful and held promises, "I believe you," Jane murmured and returned my kiss. Her hands ran down my back, sending shivers down my spine. Jane's touch always generated a wonderful sensation, we moved closer until our bodies moulded together, hers leaning slightly over mine, her weight over mine feeling sinfully good. My hands flew to her neck and pulled her in impossibly closer as we rebelled against the laws of physics. Our kiss became frenzied, I was selfishly Jane obsessed.

"Maur…" she moaned, breaking the kiss rather abruptly "I think we should go slow," she breathed. Our heavy panting echoed throughout the room, the sound fuelling my arousal.

"Jane," I rasped, our eyes met and stared hard as if we were looking for something in each others gazes. Perhaps confirmation to carry on but whatever it was, Jane seemed to have found it and smiled, almost wickedly at me. My body shivered as I witness the hunger in her brown orbs as they silently contradicted her rasps to slow down.

My brow arched as I smirked, "Okay," I rasped again and bit my bottom lip.

Her brown eyes darkened and zeroed in on my lips and the whole world seemed to stop. My breath hitched, all my senses pushed to overdrive, Jane looked almost primal. The need to show her how much I needed her schooled into my features.

"Fuck it," she grunted and crushed her lips against mine. Our mouths attacked each other, biting and bruising, our teeth occasionally gnashing together. Jane's hands were wound tightly in my hair as my hands yanked viciously at her jacket, determined to get her off of her clothes, our lips briefly parted long enough to wrench her top over her head. Somewhere between the animalistic need and the removal of her top we had traded position placing me on top. As my fingers touched her skin, a low groan escaped my lips, her olive skin felt as smooth as velvet and yet as hard as stone.

My eyes landed on her toned abdomen that I desperately wanted to lick, "lay down," I whispered. She nodded and slid down the sofa. She looked flawless, a work of art and if anyone thought otherwise they were clinically insane. My hands travelled down her abdomen until they reached the top of her jeans, "may I remove your jeans?" I asked, not wanting to make her uncomfortable but desperately wanting to see more of her.

She bit her bottom lip and nodded, "I've never done this before," she blushed. "I'm sorry if I…ummm suck,"

I smiled and shook my head, "it'll come naturally," I whispered words of encouragement and gently pulled her jeans off.

Standing up, I looked down at Jane and gasped, my mouth watered at the image in front of me and I found myself licking my lips. She looked deliciously sweet as she laid there with a full dimpled smile and glossy darks curls framing her face, whilst her taut muscles flexed.

Her chest rose and fell as she breathed. A sudden thought entered my head, "your breathing is turning me on. Was that why you were so angry at me for sighing in the car?" I asked, my voice a trembling mess. My eyes narrowed as she fluttered her eyelashes and sighed. My self-control tipped over the edge and my weak knees buckled just before I lunged myself at her and assaulted her mouth, my hands immediately palmed her breasts.

"Yes," she gasped and arched her back as my mouth bit and licked her slender neck. I could feel her hardened nipples pressing against her bra and grinned, she felt incredible under me. My tongue traced the tendons of her neck, down to her sternum until I reached her black bra and moved the material aside. I grinned like an idiot right before wrapping my mouth around her hardened nipple, the first taste instantly became an addiction. Her moans of encouragement sent an arousing ache to my lower stomach.

Then suddenly Jane's work phone came to life the ringing tone sounding out through the haze of our lust filled embrace, "Fucking hell…what the fuck is it now? I swear to god that there is something out there to mess with my fucking mind!" Jane screamed and sat up. The phone interruption, like cold water.

"You should get that," I sighed and began to adjust my clothing. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't annoyed…I was fuming and sexually frustrated but I knew how important Jane's job was to her.

"It's Frost…damn it. I was twat-swatted by my best friend," she grunted, glumly "What?" she answered. I winced at the aggressiveness in her voice. Poor Frost, he was about to come into contact with Jane's wrath.

"Fine, okay. Keep him in custody. I'll be right there…" she ran her fingers through her hair and sighed with frustration, "I'm so sorry Maura. We've got the guy. He's been caught and has no alibi…"

I gave her a closed mouth smile and stood up, "it's fine. I've got to go and check up on Bass. I'm sure he misses me,"

"Maybe it's for the best, jumping straight to bed isn't taking things slow. We should go on some dates first, I really want us to work," she smiled and kissed my cheek.

I smiled again and nodded, "meet me at the Dirty Robber after work?" she asked.

"Of course…oh and Jane…it doesn't have to be a bed. Just think about that," I winked.

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A/N: Please don't kill me…