A/N: Sorry for the long wait guys, I've had a really stressful week and I was too tired to write. Currently writing this chapter with a face mask (I look like the hulk….LOL) and a nice cold beer. Hopefully this will de-stress me.

Anyways, thank you so much for the messages, reviews and alerts, I really appreciated every single comment. Some even made me blush...Here's chapter 8…

Chapter 8

"Hey, why didn't you wake me?" I yawned and stretched my deliciously aching muscles.

"Because I had a few phone calls to make and then I was going to go out and grab us breakfast," she smiled. I nodded as my eyes raked over her body, drinking in her tousled curls made by my hands, her oversized baseball shirt and her running shorts that exposed her beautifully toned legs, legs that seemed to go on for miles. Her eyes roamed my body, making me blush at the intensity. It's not that I was shy as a matter of fact, my posture seeped confidence as I stood there in nothing but her t-shirt and boy-shorts. No, I had blushed at the intensity of my own body's reaction to Jane.

"Have you finished with the phone calls?" I asked, stepping towards her and feeling slightly like a predator hunting its prey. My lips brushed against her jaw as my trembling fingers slipped under her shirt. But, feeling just an inch of Jane wasn't enough, not anymore, how would we cope at work?

Her eyes fluttered closed as my hands caressed her skin, moving the material away until her shoulders were exposed, "cuz I could think of other activities that we could do together," I purred almost cat-like into her ear before biting her lobe, causing her body to shake, which in turn sent shocks of excitement down my own spine because knowing that I could elicit such response was euphoric in its own way.

A low moan escaped her lips as my mouth bit down onto her shoulder, "I…I couldn't get through to…umm…"

"Umm?" I chuckled and pushed her back until she was pressed against the kitchen counter, "Detective Rizzoli…are you distracted?" I smirked, faking a gasp.

"I honestly can't remember what you just said," she stuttered.

My grin widened, "you might want to hold on to something," I rasped, and pulled the strings of her shorts loose and watched them pool around her ankles. My eyes widened with arousal, she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Fuck…" she panted rapidly as she watched me kneel down and widened her legs apart. Her knuckles turned white as they gripped the edge of the counter. My tongue subconsciously licked my lips as I stood face-to-face with Jane's glistering sex. She was drenched, the visual sending a sweet ache to my lower torso. Every part of my body felt alive; my cells buzzed, my senses peaked and she smelt delicious. I could no longer wait, the need to taste her was too strong. With one swift motion, my hands grabbed her thighs and my tongue ran up Jane's slit in one smooth motion. My mind cursed, I knew that I was in trouble, Jane was addictively sweet, perhaps eating burgers had its benefits.

Stealing a quick glance at her made my breath stop. She looked magnificent with her head thrown back exposing her slender neck, lips agape and hands madly clawing the edge of the countertop, trying to stay balanced as I lapped up the wetness coating her inner thighs. Her legs quivered every time my tongue flicked over her clit, eliciting louder groans from her mouth.

Desperate, unadulterated arousal ripped through my veins. At that moment, I wanted to do a million things to her just to see her scream. I wanted her so much that it scared me. If I had given it much thought I would have even ran away because wanting another person this much left you vulnerable and dependant on them and what if Jane decided to stop? Could I? But at that moment, I wanted to feel all of her wrapped around me and nothing else mattered. A squeal of surprise left her lips as I pulled one of her legs off the ground and threw it over my shoulder, the result pleasing us.

"fuck…Maur, I don't wanna hurt you," she panted, her voice sounding raspier that ever, it was like music to my ears. However, I didn't respond with words, I didn't even give her a warning as my tongue plunged deep into her core, this new angle giving me more of Jane.

"Fuck!" she cried, fisting one hand into my hair whilst the other held on to the counter, attempting to keep some semblance of balance. My hands cupped her bum and gently guided her further into my awaiting tongue as I sucked, licked, opened and filled her.

Just then her phone beeped to life, the sound rapidly becoming intolerable to my ears, "don't answer it," I pleased and sucked the bundle of nerves in front of me.

"Jesus Christ!" she screamed, "I don't think my body can hold up any longer…"

"Then don't," I deadpanned and pulled her to the ground, "come for me," I panted and brought our lips together for a heated kiss as my hands ghosted over her tensed muscled, and then slowly descended until they reached her soaked mound. The kissing stopped momentarily as our eyes met, "don't hold back Jane," I whispered and slowly allowed my finger to slide through her wetness, the feeling of her fleeing a gasp from my lips. Her back arched and sucked my fingers deeper in her.

"Yes!" She cried, encouraging me to pump harder…faster. My mouth returned to hers and kissed her until we both gasped for air as my fingers continued to thrust within her.

Her hands snuck up under me and toyed with my underwear, "don't," I grinned and slapped her hand away from my panties, "I want to please you,"

She groaned, "and I too!"

"Later Jane, be patient," I smirked and added a third finger, deliciously stretching her.

Her ringing tone sounded again, my thrusts increased with vigour, "I'm going to fucking kill whoever that is," she grunted and moaned.

My mouth moved to her breast and enveloped around her hard nipple, "Jane…" I pleaded for her to ignore the device, "focus on me,"

Her pitch black orbs looked down at me, "I'll always focus on you Maur," she smiled, showing her beautiful dimples, "fuck me," she rasped with a slight blush on her cheeks.

"What've I been doing so far?" I laughed and bent my head taking her nipple between my teeth once more and sucking forcefully on it whilst flicking my tongue over the peak, instantly pulling in sharp, ragged gasped. My thumb pressed down on her clit as my fingers continued to pump mercilessly into Jane.

She rocked her hips against my hand, plunging my fingers deeper and faster, "Jesu…fuck…god…Maur…I can't hold on anymore…" she moaned, her eyes tightly shut.

"I told you not to and open your eyes Jane," I demanded almost aggressively as my fingers corkscrewed together inside of her, and slowly moved out before thrusting them back in, the extra push she needed to send her flying over the edge. Her eyes flew open as she screamed in glorious oblivion, writhing and shaking with pleasure. Moments later, my body gave in collapsed on top of hers, my fingers still deeply buried within her.

"I'm never going to be able to stand in my kitchen without getting horny again!" she laughed.

Suddenly, my phone started ringing, "someone really wants to get a hold of you," I laughed and pulled out of her without any warning and jumped to my feet.

"Jesus Christ, Maura!" she grunted and playfully glared at me, "we need to come up with some rules. First rule; warn me before doing anything to my body,"

"Sorry," I giggled before answering my phone, "Isles,"

"Maura! Finally!" Detective Frost exclaimed, "I've been trying to reach you and Jane for the past hour!"

"Sorry, we were…" glancing at Jane, I saw her eyes widen at me and shaking her head no… "busy…" I murmured.

"Can you put me on loud speaker. This is urgent," he said.

"Sure. You're on speaker Detective Frost,"

"Jane?"

"Right here but I'm sure you already knew that…" she smirked.

"I've no time for this right now. Maura, somebody broke into your house last night,"

My eyes widened, "what? Did they…take anything. How's Bass?" I panicked.

"Bass is fine Maura. Jane, you need to come down to the station…" Frost stated. I could sense some hesitation in his voice.

"Frost, why do I get the feeling that there's more?"

"Jane, its best if you are told in person,"

Jane's eyes glared at the phone and picked it up from the countertop, "Damn it Frost. Spill it out or so help me god…"

"Your mother didn't show up to work this morning."

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Jane bolted out of the vehicle as soon as it came to a stop. Her tears hadn't stopped running as we drove to the precinct, my own eyes watered with stress and confusion. Why would anyone take Angela? Sure, Jane had a lot of enemies in Boston but none had ever targeted her mother.

Shortly after parking my car, I ran after Jane.

"Frost…what happened? Tell me everything you know. Have you tried to trace her phone? Has anyone seen anything? Have looked at the CCTV camera's? Have you spoken to Korsak?" Jane fired questions at the young detective.

"Her phone was left by her beside table which suggests that she made it home after her shift at The Dirty Robber. Korsak, stated that he last saw her getting into her car minutes after closing the bar. Korsak went to check on your mum this morning when she didn't show up to work and noticed the door to the guest house was left wide open and all the lights were still on,"

"Have you checked my cameras" I asked, "I've got a few dotted outside my house,"

"We have, but whoever it was that broke into your house was aware of their location. They managed to sneak around each camera," Frost stated.

"What else?" Jane demanded, "what else have you got?"

"What about her car?" I asked.

"Still there…umm, Maura, your house was trashed. They ripped your clothes to shreds, destroyed your mattress and slashed your paintings. Do you know anyone who would have a grudge against you?" Detective Frost asked.

"Frost, we both have many enemies in Boston…" Jane paced.

"Yes, but this was personal. The suspect…"

"Ian," I blurted out.

"Ian? Isn't he still in London? Besides, he might be desperate but he's not stupid or suicidal to go after my mother!" Jane grunted.

"He warned me…when we were in London…Oh god, Jane. It's my fault," my hands covered my mouth, "he's punishing me," I whispered as tears clouded my vision.

"Jane…we've got our best team out there looking for your mother. There were no signs of a struggle. If Ian did take her…she went without a struggle. It's a good sign Jane," he smiled and cupped her shoulder.

"How is this a good sign?" she barked, "my mother did not show up to work this morning and Maura's psycho ex has probably kidnapped her!" she cried and shrugged away from us. My stomach tightened. Jane was hurting again…and just like last time, she was in pain because of me. It was my fault.

"I'm sorry," I murmured through tears. Tears that I couldn't control.

"You're sorry? Damn it Maura! Sorry isn't going to bring my mother back. What am I suppose to do with sorry?" she snarled. I saw regret flash before her eyes, I could tell that she didn't mean to say those words to me but nonetheless, it still stung.

She spun around and rushed out of the precinct, "Jane…where're you goin'?" detective Frost asked.

"To find Ian and fucking end him!" she glared.