A/N: Hey guys! Sorry about the wait, I've been flat out with work and the release of the new Hunger Game movie (whoo!). Honestly… I hate this chapter… I knew where I was going with this story and I knew that this chapter needed to do it… I both really want to just scrap this entire thing and start again by spreading it out and slowing it down but I don't know if even that would fix it… I hope it doesn't disappoint you guys too much! The next chapter is better… this one just wouldn't work :( This one just seems wayyy too light on Rizzles and dialogue.

Jane watched as Angela disappeared back into the house. She felt a smile slowly make its way to her face. She felt free and light, like all the weight from her entire life, from Hoyt, from Joey Grant, from Casey, from every single person who called her a dyke was gone. She could finally admit who she was. That happiness only doubled as she heard the door open behind her and finally saw the one person that she always wanted to be behind every door appeared.

Jane watched with a small but warm smile as Maura juggled a tray of food and drinks while opening the door. It was moments like this when Jane was reminded of her best friend's sophisticated upbringing. She probably had a class all about balancing a tray of perfectly set out china and glass with only one hand.

Jane reached backwards and pulled the door closed as Maura placed the tray on the ground. She could see two bowls and a wine and beer on that tray and used her cop gut to assume Maura was planning to stay outside with her. Even if she wasn't... well the door would just make it a couple seconds harder for her to run away.

Maura handed Jane a bowl full of delicious smelling soup. Jane was well aware of Maura's preference of soup when she was busy thinking things over in her mind.

Jane picked up a spoon and took a big slurp, smirking as she saw Maura fail at hiding her grimace. The brunette let silence float between the two as they swallowed their soup. She had plenty to say but she wanted to let Maura set the tone. Her friend's face had been closed off since she had exited the house and Jane was struggling to figure out her emotions.

"The sleeping bag was a joke you know... or at least an attempt at one," Maura frowned into her soup, vulnerability shining in her eyes.

Jane felt her heart squeeze with guilt. She knew how hard social interactions for her friend with everyone except for Jane... until Jane well and truly screwed it all up this week. "I knew it was a joke Maur. It was a good one." Jane bumped Maura's shoulder lightly with her own.

"Really?"

Jane smiled warmly. Maura was looking up at her with nothing but hope, really wishing that her joke had been funny. "I laughed, remember?"

Maura smiled shyly and dropped her head again.

"I just... space, you know?" Jane tried, struggling to find the right words as to why she had chosen Maura's front step over the comfy couch.

Maura quickly glanced at Jane before focusing on her now empty bowl.

"Have you, um, been thinking much?" Jane said, rubbing a hand at the back of her neck.

Maura smiled softly but kept her eyes down. "Yes. Your mother is very good at giving advice."

Looks like Ma has helped me more than once tonight, Jane thought. "Yeah she is... I here too, you know. If you want to do anymore talking or something."

Maura turned her upper body towards Jane, making prolonged eye contact for the first time.

Jane turned her body as well, trying to show Maura that she was open and one hundred per cent there for her, only to be crushed when Maura shook her head softly.

"Oh," Jane sighed, moving to turn away.

Maura reached out a hand, grabbing Jane's hand and entwining their fingers before Jane could turn away. "I do want to say thank you though Jane."

"Thank you?"

Maura nodded. "I have changed since I met you-"

"I'm sor-"

"In a good way. You have shown me this new world. I have friends for the first time, family. I can communicate with more than the dead. I worry about the safety of others during the day and at night. I feel more at home when it's full that I ever felt growing up. I would prefer a night with wine at the Dirty Robber over a night watching a documentary alone. I have changed, but it's not a bad thing Jane. I think I was just struggling with what would happen if I lost you and I had to go back to my old life-"

"You'll never lose me," Jane said firmly, no room for argument.

"I hope not. I... I don't even want to think about losing you, but... losing you doesn't mean that I would go back to being that lonely girl. I would still have friends and I would still have family. Which is why I need to tell you something Jane. You hurt me this week, really, truly hurt me."

Jane felt tears force themselves into her eyes at the honesty and pain in her friend's words. "I know I did Maura."

"There is obviously something you have been struggling with this week and instead of talking to me, or your family, you chose to take your anger out on me at our place of work. I would do anything for you Jane. Honestly, there isn't one thing you could tell me or ask me to do that would change how I feel about you but next time-"

"There won't be a next time," Jane said firmly again.

"Good. Because I don't know if I could survive if you ever hurt me like this again."

Jane nodded. There were no words she could say. She knew that Maura had just completely forgiven her, that there would be nothing more to say about this week. She knew that she didn't deserve someone like Maura. She also knew that right now Maura needed a best friend, not some weirdly-obsessed friend admitting her deep admiration and love. Jane looked into Maura's eyes. No. Her confession would wait... forever if need be. Right now Maura needed Jane the friend.

Maura smiled tiredly and stood up, collecting the empty bowls, beer bottles and wine glass and opening the door to head back inside. "There are fresh sheets on the bed in the guest room and a fresh towel."

Jane smiled up at her friend but stayed sitting. She knew that she would also find her clothes in the drawers and closest in that room. Maura always washed them whenever they ended up at her house and seemed to collect in the guest room. Jane's room. After taking a deep breath of fresh air Jane moved into the house, making sure to lock the door after herself.

The next four weeks were both the worst and best of Jane's life. Everyday after work she would drive Maura home, have dinner together, watch a movie, and stay the night. In the morning they would wake up to breakfast courtesy of Angela Rizzoli before Jane drove them both to work. Jane felt the tension evaporate, as her friendship grew impossibly stronger in the constant contact. She loved going to sleep to Maura and waking up to her... even if it was torturous not being able to touch Maura like she wanting, not even being able to share a bed. She wanted Maura like she had never wanted anyone... but Maura needed a friend... especially as her father began to make Boston burn.

The days at work grew longer and more tiring with every mob killing and every dead-end lead. The FBI had sent two more FBI agents when Cavanagh had been forced to cut down the team he had working the Doyle case. Even after a month they were no closer. Doyle was hidden somewhere and all the other crime families knew he was out. They had been expecting some mob fighting in the struggle for Doyle to come back to power but they hadn't anticipated the all out cull that had occurred. From what they would tell there were four families involved. Doyle's were number one and responsible for most of the deaths. They were in charge. Number two were the Leery's. They had taken top spot when Doyle had been in prison and weren't too happy about losing it. Number three were the Callaghan's. Mick Callaghan had taken over for Doyle in his absence and hadn't taken kindly to be dethroned on the return of the king. He had absconded with half of Doyle's men and Doyle appeared hell-bent on 'taking care' of the traitors. The fourth family were still unidentified. They appeared to be new and working for someone from out of town but no one had been able to get much information on them.

Jane hated it. The longer it took to find Doyle and stop this, the longer Maura would be in danger. All it took was for someone to decide to come after Doyle's soft spot and Maura was done. Jane wasn't a fool, she knew that at the least Micky Callaghan would know of how Doyle felt about Maura. Maura's paternity had been in the news, Jane knew, she just hoped that most believed Doyle was cold enough to not care about his child. Jane was also aware of the FBI's tail on Maura, believing that Doyle may try to contact her. Jane just wanted it to be done so that her friend could breath again.

Jane sat back in her chair and stared at the murder board. The tally had reached double figures by the second week. She sighed and ran her hands through her hair, turning and pulling out the report from the most recent murder. Maybe one more read would somehow miraculously show her where Doyle was hiding. Before settling in for a few more hours of reading Jane roamed her eyes around the bullpen, seeking out the honey haired ME. Maura had practically relocated her office upstairs. If it wasn't Jane constantly checking on her then it was the FBI pulling her in for private meetings. Jane had asked her friend about them but had only been told that they were attempting to ensure her safety. Jane hadn't seen any hives but she knew that it wasn't the entire truth. She sighed when she saw Maura sitting with the feds in the corner again. Jane stretched and focused on the papers in front of her.

"Jane?"

Jane's neck snapped up at her friend's voice, cracking loudly after it had been in the same position for too long. She hadn't noticed her friend walk over. "Yeah Maur?" She asked, wiping at her tired eyes.

"I need to talk to you."

Jane scanned her friend. Maura had one foot tucked behind the other, her hands were crossed in front of her body as if she was seeking comfort by hugging herself, her eyes were flicking nervously throughout the room. Something was very wrong. Jane glanced at the papers in her hands, she had about two more pages. "Gimme 5 minutes and we'll leave."

Maura bit her lip. "It's really important."

Jane nodded. "Ma has a lasagne for us. Can you go grab it and I'll meet you down there?" Jane could sense Maura's hesitation but this wasn't something she wanted to get into at work.

Maura frowned and tried once more. "I really need to talk to you Jane."

"I know Maur. I don't wanna do it here, just gimme a sec to get ready, OK? I'll meet you downstairs?"

Jane frowned in confusion as she saw Maura on the verge of tears.

Maura nodded, seeming to resign herself to the fact that Jane wasn't budging. "Goodbye Jane," Maura gave a watery smile before turning to leave.

"Maur-" Jane stood, about to follow when Dean stepped in front of her.

"Jane. I need to ask your opinion on something."

"Not right now, I need to-"

"Jane this is important, I think it could be the lead we've been waiting for," Dean pleaded.

Jane's eyes flicked between Dean and Maura, still waiting for an elevator. If this lead was what Dean thought then maybe... Maura needed her. She needed the friend and the cop. Jane turned to Dean, her Ma would be able to keep Maura distracted for at least one minute.

"One minute."

Maura glanced back and saw Jane focusing on something in Dean's hand. Maura decided to chance it and quickly moved to the door of Cavanaugh's office. She reached a small hand into a designer handbag, pulling out an envelope. She slipped it under the door just as the elevator doors slid open. Maura slipped in, eyes focusing on Jane as the doors closed.

Jane removed herself from Dean as soon as 60 seconds had been reached. Dean's 'lead' wasn't anything new and Jane felt her gut telling her that Dean knew that. She just couldn't figure out why he had been so determined to speak to her. Jane rushed down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator. All she could see was Maura's sad face and she knew she needed to rush. She ran flat out into the cafe, scanning every face for the doctor. She found her mother.

"Ma! Where's Maura?" She basically yelled.

"Maura? I haven't seen her today. Why? Is everything alright?"

Jane felt panic flood her veins. Maura's face... she'd been trying desperately to say something... and she hadn't gone to the cafe like Jane had said...

Goodbye Jane, Maura's last words echoed in Jane's mind.

With wide, panicked eyes Jane turned and ran out of the cafe. She glanced at the elevators and scanned the room, using all of her cop training for clearing rooms. Her eyes fell on the doors. No, Maura wouldn't be so stupid as to go outside.

Jane ran outside, looking up and down the street, spinning around, and feeling more and more out of control. Her eyes saw shadows between every car, down every alley. No Maura.

"Maura!" Jane yelled. Where was she?

"Jane!"

Jane spun. It had been faint but she was sure she had heard Maura yelling her name. Jane began to run in the direction she had heard it from. She couldn't see anything. Had she imagined it?

"Maura!" She yelled again, not even slowing her pace. "Maura!"

In the corner of her eye she saw a car moving too fast down the street. Jane's gut churned, this wasn't right.

The car was pure black in the night. Tinted windows. Jane couldn't make out anyone driving. The car only seemed to drive faster as it neared her.

"Jane!"

That time it had been as clear as day. Jane turned her head. There it was. Maura's Prius. Maura's Prius? They had taken Jane's car to work, why would Maura's car be there? Jane could just make out someone in the front seat, someone with honey locks.

"Maura!" Jane yelled, taking off at a run.

She was too slow, too far away. Jane could only watch, running as fast as she possibly could, as a passenger in the black car threw something out of a window as it passed Maura's Prius. Jane was so close that she could feel the flames as she was forced off her feet and thrown backwards at the force off the explosion. Her head hit the concrete with a sick smack and the rest was black.

A/N: Yeah… sorry it's not great :( Also, if I don't post anything until next Saturday it's because I won't have any internet. I will try to find a way around it but… see you next week!