Hey there everyone! (: So, I gotta make this quick because I'm updating before school. Which means I have about ten minutes to type everything I need to say. First off, this chapter finally sets the ball rolling. It is in Jane's POV, but I promise the next one will have a bit of Maura too. Anyway, I'm making a slight plot change from, "When the Gun Goes Bang, Bang, Bang", but I'll be following it loosely. Anyway, thank you for all the reviews and the story reminder thingies. They make me feel warm and fuzzy inside on those cold, lonely night.s (; Especially since this is one of my first long stories. Read, enjoy, favorite, review. Questions, concerns, comments? Fill in the space below, and by below, I mean waaaayyy down there.

AliasSpyCrazy- I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday! I got caught up in a NCIS marathon. I mean...I was doing homework. Hope this chapter makes up for it.

Reggieme-Thank you, I'm slightly scared I'll butcher the fluff since I do the angst so well.

AlexandriaVE-I'm so happy that you caught what I was trying to portray with the birthday card. (: Maura does still love Jane, always will in my stories. It just takes a while for me to make them realize it haha. I like playing God like that.

SAD- I totally wish you had an account or logged into it because I so would have given you a three page answer to all that you asked LOL. Jane won't be sad for very long, and I assure you that eventually this will become a Rizzles story. (: You'll see them interact at work in the next chapter, swear. Maura was going through some stuff when she cheated on Jane, as was Jane. I think I'm gonna write a prequel to this story all leading up to the cheating to get more in depth about it. But you'll get an explanation. Thank you for the compliment on chapter two! I'm glad you felt it was real! (:

TheNinjaDriver- Ah, well that makes sense now. I was worried at first. Hopefully there won't be many filter chapters coming up after that last one. (:

Bfp-Most people get antsy and exasperated with how long a story takes. But I don't feel like I should just rush a relationship back together because people want some smut, which we will eventually get to... I don't think I'll provide answers for another 4 chapters or so. Just because I already have a lot planned. (x But I hope you continue reading and enjoying! (:

Don't Worry

"Some things we don't talk about/Rather do without/ and just hold the smile/ Falling in and out of love/ Ashamed and proud of/ Together all the while"-Never Say Never (The Fray)

I stood in the rain, staring at the front door of the Boston Police Department. I watched a woman with blonde hair come out, walk across the street and go into the coffee shop. I saw a couple holding hands, talking to each other with blissful smiles on their faces as the rain poured in torrents around them. The man held the umbrella over the woman, as if she couldn't hold it herself. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. A man walking by gave me a weird look and I just glared at him. He has no right. I promised myself that I wouldn't dwell past last night, I promised myself that I'd put a smile on my face (well as often as I normally smile) and that I wouldn't get down. Because I told myself that you're only worth one night of crying over, only worth one broken cup and two cut feet, only worth one uneaten cake and a thrown away card. I know I told myself this, but damn.

I woke up and it seemed like today had already sealed the day as a moping day for me. The rain was coming down, not as hard as it is now, but it was still there bouncing off my roof in iridescent blobs of…sorrow, for lack of a better word and at the sake of sounding cheesy. Damn you Maura. You're everywhere; I'm standing outside the police station, rooted to the spot because I'm replaying in my mind over and over again that day. You know the one where I yelled at you? It was because you had ignored my call, if you never really believed me, not because you had gone to that dinner with Jenny. I know you actually really, really hated her.

I told you I was through, I wasn't; you knew. You always seem to know. Then I left the autopsy room and ran into the rain without an umbrella. You hurried after me in those ridiculous heels, tottered down the stairs, threw an umbrella at me, and then said, "You don't just get to leave Jane! You don't get to run out into the middle of a storm and compromise your health either. You don't get to decide when we're over, because this is a mutual relationship. Full of give and take, love and forgiveness, and if one of us just decides to quit, where does that leave the other? Where does that leave me?" I think you also knew that I was about to say something along the lines of, "With Jenny." So that's probably why you kissed me. I know I don't know when to shut up….I miss those kisses.

You picked the umbrella up off the ground after that, grabbed my hand, held the pink, probably designer, umbrella over my head, and we walked to the coffee shop across the street. Where in I explained to you how I felt like I was in the Notebook, you were happy at my lame, romantic confession, and we carried on after that.

That leads me here, one umbrella down, two frozen, vacant hands clenching at soaked slacks, and three pieces of a fractured heart beating to the drops of falling rain. Who knew that I could be so sentimental? Ugh, just gag me. Breathing in, I smiled, and hopped up each stony step with as much enthusiasm as I could muster on this dismal day. Pulling open the door I stepped inside, said hi to….I still haven't learned his name yet, but you would know. I squeaked across the tiled floor into the empty elevator and promptly dropped my composure. Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair and paced as the elevator went up to the second floor.

I closed my eyes, and then ding! I blinked owlishly…the bullpen was empty. Making my way into the room I get a feeling of unease, it's never empty in here. Someone's always running around doing something.

Sighing again, there's got to be some kind of record for this, I pull out my cell and call Korsak. One ring, two rings, three rin…, "Finally! What are you doing, bathing a stray cat?"

"Good morning to you too Jane. No, I only do that on weekends when I know I won't be bothered. It's a very…."

"Yeah yeah, Steve Erwin, where is everyone?"

"Drug bust gone bad Jane, we have a dead cop on our hands, no suspect, no motive, no nothing."

"Shit Korsak, who?" What did I tell you about the day already being sealed?

A long sigh transmitted through the phone, Jane had a feeling that the sergeant had her long beat by sighs, "Danny."

"Fuck I'm sorry," I ran my fingers through my hair and then sat in my desk chair; Korsak had known Danny since he was a boy, "Is there anything I can do?"

"No, not right now. Just hang tight Janie; I'll fill you in when we arrive back at headquarters."

I smiled; if he was calling me "Janie" then he wasn't that bad. Something was bothering me though.

"Hey Korsak, how come I wasn't called in to help?"

"Not now Jane. Gotta go, Frost's making love to his computer. We might be onto something. See ya in a couple." Dead air.

"Well screw you too," I mutter under my breath. Staring at my blank computer screen, then my paperwork, I picked up my pencil and chewed on the eraser. You know it's going to be a crap day when you start it off by choosing between booting up your computer or starting in on some long overdue paperwork. "First! Coffee!" A gleeful smile spreads across my face as I saunter over to the coffee machine. Nothing in it. "Well fuck, did the world suddenly just lose all sense of manners? Next someone's going to tell me the Yankees won and the Celtics all suddenly died in a car crash on their way to championships."

"Keep talking to yourself Rizzoli and someone might think you've gone crazy like the cat lady up my street."

Nothing snarky down here except I have to catch my bus! Haha happy reading!