Title: Coffee, Cold Weather, and New Beginnings

Genre: Romance
Rating: M
Pairing: RIZZLES!

Summary: Can Winter change the lives of our favorite duo?

Disclaimer:I do not, nor will I ever, have any rights to Rizzoli & Isles (No sasha for MY birthday...)

Author's Notes: Let's see how Ch 2 goes, shall we? Not sure if I'll do another Maura's view vs Jane's again or just do the next one from both. Thoughts?

Maura loved the winter. She got to accessorize with all of her favorite coats, and to experiment with layers. She needed nothing more then the brisk air flowing through her slightly cracked windows to get her up, out of bed, and ready for her day.

Maura smiled as she noted the lights being strung in the tree at the local park on her way to work. She was ready for Christmas to arrive. It was by far her favorite holiday. She loved shopping, especially for gifts, and enjoyed receiving gifts in return. The sale at some of her favorite stores were superb, and she willingly took part in taking advantage of them.

Maura didn't have any family to celebrate the holidays with, but it didn't bother her so much. She was used to enjoying quiet time at her home, and the welcome visits from the few friends she had. She didn't have very many social graces, and she knew it. But since beginning to work at Boston PD, she had acquired quite the army of comrades and friends.

As she entered the precinct, she noted no additional names were added to the Christmas dinner list, which suited her just fine. Since her social skills weren't the best in the world, she was always a little more than awkward around fresh faces in the workplace. The list consisted of only her close knit unit, which wasn't too surprising in the least. It was made up of three very hardworking and loyal detectives that she knew had her back, which was a splendid feeling.

As she entered the room, she got the gaze of her best friend, Detective Jane Rizzoli, who was using all of her strength to keep from laughing at something. Maura raised her eyebrow at her friend, who only motioned a hand at her computer screen. Curious about what could be inducing so much humor out of her usually straight laced friend, she approached the desk to see dancing and singing elves.

"Jane...what on earth is this?" Maura asked, chuckling lightly.

"It's dancing elves, Maura," Jane replied, teasing the ME. "I just turned it on and this was what greeted me. And by the chuckling I continue to hear from the other side of the room, I'm guessing the men are who to blame for this."

Maura admired the elves, as they finished a routine with a friendly reminder of the upcoming Christmas dinner she was looking forward to. She watched as Jane closed the window on her computer and turned her body as to possibly strike up a morning conversation.

"You're still planning on going to the dinner, right?" Jane asked.

Maura, who looking at the clock realized she didn't have time for a lengthy morning speech, gently got up from her sitting position on the detective's desk, and gently touched her friend's shoulder as she walked past, replying, "Seeing as though I have no other plans, yes."

Maura knew Jane enjoyed teasing her. It used to get on her nerves because she never knew when the detective was being serious. But as the two got closer, it got easier to distinguish Jane's vocal tones, and Maura soon learned to appreciate the loving banter between them.

Jane was probably one of the closest friends Maura had ever had. It still amazed her that they managed to strike up an amazing friendship, it's not like they had much in common. Well, that wasn't entirely true, but it sure seemed that way on the surface. Maura had gotten to know sides Jane not many got to see. Everyone knew Jane was reliable and strong and focused, but not many knew that she had insecurities, and had a sensitive spot when it comes to certain topics, like children and her family. Maura enjoyed seeing the different facets of her best friend, and they always seemed to get along nicely together.

In recent months, Maura had found her self eying the detective with a little more fondness than usual. Sure, she loved her friend, but it seemed like Maura was daydreaming more and more about what it would be like to kiss her friend, or be in a relationship with her. She was terrified at these knew revelations, knowing she might possibly lose the best friend she's ever had over her silly thoughts. But as the daydreams became more frequent, she began wondering if Jane felt these feelings too, a thought that she almost immediately deflected. She realized that just holding onto what she had was more important than anything else, and that her extra feelings could be held at bay as long as Jane stuck around, which she knew was a more likely turn of events.

She turned as she heard the familiar sound of the morgue doors opening behind her. Detective Korsak stood just slightly inside the room, with his "we're in business" look on his face. Maura knew that meant there had been a murder, and that a body, or bodies, awaited her skillful hands, as she followed the detective to the car.

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