Jane spent the next couple of days completely bored out of her skull, the only entertainment she had was taking Jo Friday out for a walk. It was during one of their walks that Maura crossed her mind late one evening. Jane wasn't one for having many female friends she got on much better with men, always had growing up as a bit of a tomboy. Nevertheless there was something intriguing about Maura and Jane confessed to herself that she wanted to get to know her better. She made up her mind and made her way to the apartment block where Maura had taken her the other morning, she waited for someone to exit and slipped in. She made her way to the correct flat and knocked on the door. She waited for a couple of minutes before hesitantly knocking again, What if she's asleep? Jane guiltily looked at the time, it was still early for her but if Maura had a job that she had to get up early for she might be in bed. She waited another moment before giving up and going home, she couldn't help but feel a little dejected at the thought of another night alone bored but she resigned herself to try again tomorrow night a little earlier. Jane did go back the next evening with a small gift, at least then if Maura didn't want to hang out Jane could make the excuse that she just bought the gift over. Jane was inexplicably nervous as she knocked on the door again and looked at her gift despondently, Maura was clearly a classy lady, and Jane had brought her something utterly ridiculous. As she knocked again she heard a door open and a wrinkled face appeared from a door behind her.

"You won't find that one in at this hour."

"Oh..." Jane felt foolish and could feel a blush she didn't want begin to creep up on her face.

"No that one stays out until all hours of the morning, up to no good if you ask me..." The elderly woman lowered her voice and hissed with an air of indignation that only the elderly can get away with "Hooker if you ask me!"

Jane wanted to burst out laughing at the thought of Maura being a hooker but was stopped by the unbidden image of her in an outfit that left little to the imagination and she flushed deep crimson at her surprising inappropriate thought and smiled at the nosy neighbour. "I'll just leave this for her here then." She placed down the gift wishing she had never brought it but she couldn't well take it away now that this woman had spied her.

"Left earlier with a large bag she did." The woman gave her a knowing nod "Run off with one of somebody's husband I'll bet!"

Jane nodded gravely before heading home. She shook her head at the woman's insane theories and wondered just how many conspiracy theories she had come up with in the past. She couldn't help but feel a little sad as she headed home however; What if she has gone...gone back to her fiancé and normal life. Jane snorted at the thought of Maura's life being normal, she had a good idea it was anything but.

Maura arrived home late from the club having had some issues with a client that evening and had to wait with security until they were sure he had left for good. She was unused to the amount of attention she was getting, men had been sending gifts to the club for her, she never got them of course, Cavanaugh opened every one under the pretence of checking their safety and then helping himself to the contents. She didn't care she wasn't after gifts or admiration she just wanted to help Jane. As she arrived home that night she spied a package outside her front door and panic seized her heart in an icy cold grip, He knows where I live. With trembling hands she gingerly picked up the present and pulled out her keys to open the front door. A creak made her jump out of her skin and she span round to see the curious gaze of the elderly woman who lived opposite. She smiled at her only to receive a steely gaze and the slamming of her door. Maura shook her head and entered her apartment. She placed down the gift and eyed it warily, she wondered for a moment if it could be from Garrett but no one should know where to find her. Eventually curiosity got the better of her and she opened it up. She stared at the contents bewildered before laughing out loud. A packet of tea leaves and a bag of peas lay in front of her and she wondered when and why Jane had stopped by. She wished she could go and thank her but looking at the time she realised it was far too late and she had no idea where to find her. Every morning on her run Maura looked out eagerly for Jane but caught no sight of her, Maura felt disappointed, not only did she want to thank the brunette for the amusing gift she also had an unusual burning desire to know more about her and wished she could spend more time with her, but with no clue as to where she lived she couldn't do as such. One morning as she passed the alleyway where Jane had collared her she doubled back and stood underneath the fire escape looking up. She shook her head and berated herself for being silly what would she do, climb up and knock on every window on the way? Maura laughed at herself and carried on her way but she kept finding herself passing it on the random off chance that Jane might get locked out again.

Garrett Fairfield was one of the blue bloods of Boston it seemed, he could do no wrong; everything Tommy dredged up about him was all hushed whispers, everyone was too scared, or bribed to say what he was really like. It was bugging Jane but she couldn't put her finger on why, after all it was none of her business what Maura did or who she married, she was clearly part of that world. Jane tried to get the woman out of her mind but was restless, she checked her voicemail more out of wishful thinking than anything; she still hadn't heard from Cav, her nose was all better but he hadn't called, it was unusual for him, she expected him to be hounding her by now. She swigged a beer before suddenly jumping up. Take matters into your own hands Rizzoli, time to get ur ass back there and earn the money Ma needs.

Jane arrived at the club that evening and stood stunned, staring at the heaving bustle of people waiting to get in. Never in her years of working there had she seen so many people and she wondered what scam or trick Cav had come up with to attract them here. Jane approached the doors and flashed a sympathetic smile to a flustered Korsak on the door who had men screaming at him that they were going to miss her...whoever 'her' was. As she snuck into the club and made her way to the bar her mind was racing, Who on earth could Cav have brought in that would cause this much fuss? Sure as hell ain't gonna be some sort of celebrity, not in a dump like this! She settled at the end of the bar and received a beaming smile from Frost who poured her usual without having to ask.

"Come to check out your competition hey Rizzoli?"

Jane sipped her drink and frowned at him "Competition?" Before she could ask any more she received a slap on the shoulder and a loud voice stole her attention.

"Hey! Vanilla! Let me buy you a drink! You here for the show?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Girl, you got here just the right time, she's on any second!"

"Who's on any second?" Jane's temper was beginning to flare.

Cavanaugh's voice filled the dank heavy air of the club and echoed around the place. "And now, gentleman, the woman you've all been waiting for...Marie!"

Jane was taken aback as the crowd went absolutely wild, they were never this enthusiastic! Who the hell was this Marie? What made her so much more special than Jane? She tossed back the shot of bourbon that Frost handed her and squinted as the lights rose on stage. As her eyes focused on the figure dancing seductively on the stage they opened wide and she gasped before scowling in the darkness. "Well I never."

Rondo caught the look on Jane's face as she watched the new girl and he chuckled "I know, right? Ain't she something special?"

"You could say something like that." Jane could feel bile rising at the back of her throat as she barely recognised the awkward slightly goofy Maura and yet she couldn't tear her eyes away she found herself mesmerised like everyone else in the club as the beautiful woman wrapped herself around a pole as if it were her lover. Jane found that she couldn't snap out of the trance she found herself in watching Maura dance but as soon as the lights dimmed the brunette found her fire and stormed into Cav's office. She didn't say a word, she didn't have to; as soon as Cav saw her he began to sweat profusely.

"Janie! What're you doing here?" He tried to keep his smile going but he could see the dangerous sparkle behind her eyes.

She bit the inside of her cheek in an attempt to quell her rage "What the hell is she doing dancing in my spot?"

Cav nervously chewed his thumb knowing all too well what Jane could do when she was angry, it was one of the reasons he was so fond of having her work there but he had to tread carefully here. "I was about to call you."

The brunette snorted at him "Sure you were. How long's it's been? My nose is fine by the way, thanks for asking." Cav looked at her guiltily and it did nothing but stoke her anger. "So I'm gonna ask again, what is little miss blue blood doing dancing in my spot?!"

Cavanaugh was torn; he needed to keep Jane sweet and get her back but at the same time he didn't want to lose the best thing that ever happened to the club before he had to. "Come on Janie, after what you did I had to...keep the peace-"

"After what I did?! What about what that creep did?! So what that's it? I'm done?"

"I'm not saying that, look the guy has connections I couldn't risk any more trouble! Look I was a dancer down, my main attraction, you know they all come just to see you so can you blame me when she-"

"I'm coming back. Tomorrow night."

"Janie..."

"Tell Ms Isles or whatever she wants to call herself that she's done ok? And don't call me Janie!" Cavanaugh avoided her eye contact and she snapped at him "What?"

"I've already paid her until the end of the week."

Jane scowled at him "I don't give a shit if you've paid her until the end of time! Get rid of her or I walk out of this door and don't come back." She watched as his eyes grew cold and hard and fear began to creep into her mind and make her doubt her confidence. "Do you really think she's gonna stay? Huh? You think she's gonna give up the high life and the wedding of the century just to come and dance for you?!" Jane sighed angrily "Look whatever she's doing, playing rough ain't gonna last and you know it!"

Cavanaugh stood up and spoke firmly. "She's staying until the end of the week Rizzoli."

Jane stared right back at him trying not to let her fears show "And me?"

He shrugged at the brunette "You wanna come back tomorrow then come back but I ain't getting rid of her early just for you."

"Cav-"

"No Rizzoli, enough. The diva act doesn't suit you, come back tomorrow if you want but she still has her slot, you either deal with her being here or don't bother coming back at all." He turned his back on her.

Jane stared at his back trying to process what had just happened. She left his office and made her way through the club feeling betrayed and uncertain. She stepped outside and smacked into someone, the figure turned to face her and they both stared at one another in shock. "You."