Hey, guys. So this is a really new update, and I hope you like it. As already mentioned, this will be a rizzle story. It's just a slow burn. But soon, it'll happen. I won't Jane send away, just make her more thoughtful at some point. See yourself. I hope you'll like it anyway.

T73.

Oh, actually I still have to say one or two things. To those who are reviewing as guests and call my story and my person stupid. Again, no one force you to read this story. You don't have to read it if you don't like it! It's simple as that! And to those guests who get personal, I wasn't aware that we already met in real life! How can you say that someone is stupid even though you don't know the person who is behind a pen name? Maybe I am stupid, but I am not a coward. Because writing anonymous, offending reviews is nothing but yellow. When I have to tell something to an author I do it under my pen name so the author can react on it!

So, that was something I wanted to get off my chest. Anyway, enjoy the new chapter.

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Maura is sitting in her gray Prius and stares at her own driveway in which Ben's white Dodge is parked.
Her house is fully illuminated, but she can't bring herself to enter it for the last hour. Instead she was spending that hour in her car and cried her eyes out.
For years she was hoping that she would see all those things in the detective's eyes what she has seen at the shooting range and in Jane's apartment. She was hoping that Jane would find the courage to make a move, because she wasn't brave enough. She was too scared that Jane wouldn't have the same feelings that she was forced to keep hidden for years.
She was too scared that she could the only true friend that she ever had if she would hit on the Italian.
Maybe that was the problem, that she never was brave enough.
She rather would have survived Jane's rejection than the pain she saw in the Italian's eyes, the hope and the longing.
She should have known better. A friendship can be built up again after a while, a desperate heart can't.
She knows that all too well. Too many times she was forced to watch how her secret love had hit on a foreign woman and left with her hook up for the night.
Too many times has she wished that this woman would be her and that she would have to spent another time alone in her bad.
And too many times had she spent those nights in her bedroom, touching herself and imagine that it would be Jane's hands on her breast and her clit.
Probably that's the reason why she threw herself into her relationship with Ben after Jane had introduced them.
It's not like she doesn't love her husband, but she's not sure that she is in love with him, or ever really was.
She too often caught herself that she wished that it wouldn't be him but Jane when they made love. And that she had to bite her tongue before she had the chance to moan out the wrong name.
It didn't happened that often over the years anymore, but she knows that the desire that she saw in the Italian's eyes today had stirred up the feeling again that she had forced into that little, black box that she had pushed into the darkest corner of her mind.
She knows that she has to go into that house where the man who really loves her, and that she has to pretend that it would be a mutual feeling.
That she would have to pretend that she likes it when he touch her, but wishes that it would be other hands on her, other lips which are kissing her, that wouldn't be his voice which drives her crazy, that he wouldn't be the reason why she's moaning loud.
Maura wipes the tear off her cheek that has escaped without permission and inhales sharply through her mouth.
And now she's asking herself why. Why Jane now open up her heart. Why she decided to take years to admit what she's feeling for her after over two years of her relationship with Ben.
Maura takes a deep breath and checks her appearance in the rearview mirror and maneuver her car into the driveway after she made sure that there are no evidence for her crying.
She kills the engine and get out of her Prius. She looks long at it when she locks it, but she decides that it doesn't matter when she has forgotten something in it, but it would be a good excuse why she needed that long from the driveway to the front door.
She enters her house and slips out of her high heels instantly.
Ben stands at the kitchen island and freezes, looking down at the pizza he has ordered. "Hey. I thought that you would be in your office or at Jane's place."
Maura has seen the pizza and her olfactory sense won't betray her either. And she sees that an old game of the Baltimore Ravens is going on in their TV, but she decide to ignore that little detail.
She is used to it somehow. Not to the fact that a not-Boston game is going on, but to the fact that the sports channel is running.
She smiles a little and walks into the kitchen. She can imagine what kind of lecture Jane would give them right now just because it is not a New England Patriots game.
Maura never really cared about football or baseball and just smiled about the Italian's passion. And somehow she understands Jane now, because it start to bother Maura that he is cheering for the ... wrong team.

She pours herself a glass of white wine and takes a big swig from it.
Ben is watching her closely and joins her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. He can feel that her body went rigid. "You seem to be tense, Maura. You okay?"
Maura takes a deep breath and nods, leaning her head against his chest. "Yes, it was just a long and intense day."
"I'm sorry for cancelling earlier," he states and kisses her neck. "I know that you were so excited about going to that restaurant, but my boss called in a meeting last minute."
"It's okay, really." Maura says and close her eyes when he trails kisses over her neck. She was never so grateful that they have to cancel their dinner plans. "I cancelled a lot of our dates myself."
He's sucking at her pulse point and and smiles when she tilts her head to the side. "I know. But I also know how we still could enjoy the rest of the night."
Maura closes her eyes and licks her lips when he starts nibbling on her head. She has to bite her tongue again when a thought of Jane crash her mind again. She was once again about to moan Jane's name out loud.
Maura steps away and reality hits her hard when she looks into blue eyes. "I'm sorry, but I ... I can't Ben. I go and take a bath and then I just wanna go to bed."
Ben is frowning deeply. "You sure you are alright?"
She takes a deep breath and smiles a little. "Yes."
"I just watch the game and then I come to bed, too."
Maura freezes for a second and then she smiles again before she went up the stairs. Please don't, she thinks to herself. Please fall asleep on the couch.

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Jane is still sitting on her couch but the case is long forgotten for tonight after Maura showed up earlier.
She holds the bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand and sip the amber liquid, welcoming the burning feeling in her esophagus.
She actually don't like that kind of hard stuff and she doesn't know why she's owning a bottle of that, but right now she is happy about that.
She wonders what is wrong with her. She normally isn't that obsessed about a woman then she is with Maura, but she also knows that it isn't healthy.
Normally she would move on when she get rejected and try her luck with another woman because a rejection isn't the end of the world. And she knows that she has her chances with some women.
She already had hooked up with straight women who became gay after that.
She has to chuckle at that thought because she knows that a little lesbian is laying dormant in every woman, they just need the right push.
She knows about her abilities and that she is anything but unattractive, without sounding self-regarding. And that she could have any women she please to.
But most of those women were ... normal, nothing special.
Maura is different to them, special. She's an enigma and so easy to read. An challenge that seems so easily to be solved. And Maura is a beautiful woman.
Those hair, those eyes, those legs, that smile, that body. And so beyond her reach.
Jane groans when she feels a familiar tingling between her legs and takes a big swig of the liquid. "God damn it, stop it, Jane." She whispers and sips the whisky again.
She knows that she shouldn't be drinking while thinking about her best friend. Way too often she ended up with her hand down in her pants and touching herself while thinking about Maura.
All of a sudden she thinks that Benjamin Payton is a lucky bastard who doesn't know that he is lucky.
What she would give for just a single night to put her hands on the ME, to cares Maura's body with her lips to hear her ...
"What's wrong with me?" Jane yells and jumps up from the couch when her mind wander to far. She can feel her arousal drench her panties and she groans again. "Jesus Christ, it's not like Maura's the last living woman on this God damn planet! Why can't I just get over it? She's married and she's happy. I should go out and see if I can find my soul mate."
She's not happy, Her brain yells at her and Jane freeze, frowning deeply. You saw it when she was here. Have you seen how she looked at you? She looked at you like she would eat you right on that damn couch!

"Shut up!"

Nope!

"I said shut up," Jane growls and takes another sip in the attempt to silence her brain.

You know that I am right.
"I'm not having this conversation with you!"
You are because I am your brain.
"Then I'm gonna drink until you shut your freaking mouth!"
It's not gonna work.
Jane growls and lift the bottle to her lips. "Watch me!"
Never has she argued with her own brain, but she's gonna win that battle.
That's what she and her brain think.
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The Italian feels like shit the next morning. She was for once in a battle with her brain and she lost it, but now it keeps its trap shut.
She arrives in the umbilical cord in the Division One Café that keeps all of the cops alive. The line of the canes of coffee.
"We have to talk, young lady."
Jane close her eyes at the sound of her opponent voice and expects a blaze of anger and disappointment even though the younger woman hasn't done anything wrong yet.
She turns around and smiles her best faked smile. "Counselor, what can I do for you?"
Ben's face is unreadable. "Jill Masterson's case, what can you tell me about it?"
Jane archs an eyebrow and starts to walk towards the elevator. "You caught the case of the runaway?"
Ben shrugs, he didn't miss the sarcasm in the detective's voice. "That's the reason why I'm here."
"That's very thoughtful of your office, Counselor." Jane replies and push the button of the elevator.
He ignores her tone. "So? What do you have for me?"
She smiles broadly and raise her shoulders. "We got nothing for now. We checked Jill's background and those of her boyfriend's and new boyfriend. But nothing."
"What about the guy who delivered the flowers?"
Jane huffs and enters the elevator. "Good luck with that." She smiles broadly. "By the way, pink flatters your eyes."
Ben is looking down at himself because he could hear the sarcasm dripping from her voice and growls. "It's rosé."
Jane smirks triumphant as the door is closing, knowing that she hit a sensitive nerve.
He growls again and his shoulders slump when the elevator closes.
He wish he could wipe that smile off the detective's face right now.
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Frost looks up as Jane is entering the bullpen and frowns deeply. "What crawled up your ass and died?"
Jane is gritting her teeth and furl her eyebrows. "Something, someone. The prosecutor in charge, to be exact."
"And who's the lucky bastard now," Frost asks and he lean back in his chair.
Jane is huffing and sits down at her desk. "No one else than Mr. Benjamin Payton."
"No shit," the younger man asks again. Now he can understand Jane's mood.
She smiles wryly and shrugs. She can't believe her luck herself. "No shit. Aren't I lucky?"
He sips his coffee before he can say something wrong. "What have you said to Ben?"
Jane shrugs again. "The truth. That we have nothing so far."
He's pursing his lips and turns his monitor to Jane. "I wouldn't say that we have nothing, Jane. I was checking Jill's bank records once more and then I found that."
Jane's staring at the screen and archs an brow. "She hasn't told her parents about that, they'd have mentioned it." She looks back at Frost. "But why didn't she told them? The Masterson's said that they had a great relationship."
Frost shrugs and frowns deeply. "Maybe she was embarrassed about it."
Jane gets up from her chair and sighs heavily. "All right let's have a chat with ... him."
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Maura is standing with a deep frown at one of the microscope in the lab, trying herself from everything that is currently going on.
The thoughts of Jane and the fact that she knows now why the Italian is currently acting strangely when she's around her. Or the fact that she's wishing that she would come home to Jane instead of her husband.
"I love it when you wear your lab coat and have such a focused expression," a very familiar voice states and she has to look up.
Ben is standing in the door with a mischievous smile and her heart drops. "Ben! What brings you here?"
He's shoving his hands in the pockets of his gray suit pants and shrugs. "You and your work. I'm in charge of the Jill Masterson case."
Maura has to swallow hard. She knows that the DA's office, the Medical Examiner's office and the police unit in charge are working hand in hand, which means Jane and Homicide. "Isn't the DA's office afraid that the defense will argue that you're biased?"
"Why would I be biased," he's asking back and frowns.
Maura sighs heavily and tuck her chin in.
Ben's starting to laugh. "I mean, it's not like we're secretly married, Maura. And I think I've earned the trust my bosses righteously."
Maura has to smile and pull her latex gloves off. "You are absolutely right." She says and starts to walk out of the lab. "So, you surely need a copy of the Masterson autopsy report and lab results because Jane isn't cooperating by now."
He follows her and chuckles. "Yeah, that's exactly the current situation."
Maura chuckles as she enters her office. Why isn't she surprised at all. Jane hates to share her cases.
He walks up to her desk and takes a deep breath. "You know, I could have mailed you everything."
Ben closes the office door behind him and strolls over to the blonde. "And miss the opportunity to see my wife?" He says as he stands behind her and run his hands down her arms. "You left early this morning. I barely see you anymore ... Or can touch you."
Maura closes her eyes and she licks her lips. She is aware of the fact that the door is unlocked and that anyone could walk in on them, and she has a strict policy in her office. "Ben, I am at work."
He bend his head and smiles a little. "We're in your office."
She tilts willingly her head to the side as soon as she feels his mouth on her neck. She would any distraction right now. "Which door is not locked. Someone could walk in on us."
He hums agreeing and pull her closer at her hips. Not caring what his wife has just said. He knows that Maura doesn't like to do that at her work place, but he barely gets the chance to put his hands on her recently. Too long has it been for his own taste and he knows that she feels the same way by the sounds that she's making right now.
She isn't averse either.
He let his hands wander to her butt and squeeze it lightly.
Maura inhales shakily when she feels his hands and lips on her and she knows that she actually should stop him, but she has to get these thoughts about Jane out of her head.
Jane, she thinks and a throaty moan rolls over her lips.

Suddenly she's picturing Jane doing all of this to her instead of her husband and she feels her arousal growing even more.
She has to bite her lower lip so the Italian's name won't be moans low.
All of a sudden guilt is coursing through her and she steps back. She can see the confused look of her husband and she licks her lips once more. "I'm sorry, Ben. But I ... I can't. I can't do this at work."
He is frowning deeply and he looks down at himself. "Um, I can't leave in this stage, Maura."
Maura's eyes went huge as she looks down at him and see his erection. "Right, that would be awkward. You can stay here and take all the time you need."
Ben tuck in his chin and furrow his brows. "Seriously?"
She smiles apologetically and kiss him gently. "I'm sorry. Imagine me naked if that helps."
He looks long at her and groans.
She chuckles and opens the door again. "Oh, Ben."
Ben looks long at her and nods once.
Maura turns up her nose and shakes her head. "Please don't wear that dress shirt again. It doesn't flatter you."
Ben's shoulders slump and he groans once more. "Seriously?"
Maura chuckles and leaves her office without an answer.
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Jane is sitting at the metal table in the interrogation room and pierces the man on the other side with her gaze.
He has a pale complexion, greasy, black hair, and hollow gray eyes. He has a average height and is skinny. He is dressed in a black jeans and a black shirt.
She slams Jill's photo on the table and clench her teeth. "You'd stalked her, Jimmy." She states coldly.
James Williams looks down on the smiling woman that is pictured on the photo and shakes his head. "I did not stalk her."
"She obtained a interim order because of you," the Italian replies and raise her eyebrows.
He rolls his eyes and is leaning back in his metal chair. "I am aware of that, but it was just a misunderstanding."
"A misunderstanding?" Frost asks, not really convinced. "So you've accidentally followed Jill Masterson and scared the shit out of her for no reason?"
James takes a deep breath and cross his arms over his chest. "Yeah, exactly! Look, I know all too well how this has to look like for you. But it really was just a misunderstanding. I read the signs that she has sent on the wrong way. I thought she was interested in me, but she was just nice to me."
Jane furl her eyebrows and tilts her head to the side. "How can you confuse being nice with being flirty?"
James huff and shake his head, arching an brow. "Have really took a look at me, Detective? I am not exactly what you would call handsome. I have greasy hair and pockmarks. And I can assure you that took a shower this morning. There are not so many people who are honestly nice to me. Hell, even I wouldn't go out on a date with me." He pause and take a deep breath. "I asked her out and Jill declined. She told me that I am a nice guy, but she isn't interested."
"And that's what made you really angry and you abducted her," Frost asks and he looks with a hard face at the young man.
James looks confused at him and shakes his head. "What? No! I can't even kill a fly! The only reason why I was following her was because I wanted to apologize to her and tell her that I misinterpreted her being nice wrong. Maybe you should talk to the dude who has beaten me up as I tried to talk to her. That son of a bitch broke my nose and two of my ribs."
Jane glance briefly at Frost and frowns. "What was the man's name?"
"Marcus, I think." James answer and raise his shoulders. "Or maybe Marius."
"You sure," Frost asks skeptically.
James glares at him. "I might not the prettiest person, but I'm not stupid or deaf."
"Would you recognize him," Jane asks and place the photos of Todd and Brian on the table when James nod. "Was it one of these men?"
He immediately shakes his head. "Nope. The guy who kicked my ass was a beefy, Spanish dude. When Jill wouldn't have stopped him, I'm sure I wouldn't sit here anymore."
Jane leans back in her chair and sighs heavily. This case is getting better and better with every minute.
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Susie enters Maura's office and place an file on the ME's desk.
Maura frowns slightly when she looks confused up. "What is this, Susie?"
"The medical record that was required by Detective Rizzoli." Susie answer and looks nervously at the blonde. "I ... I thought that she has told you. I'm ... I'm sorry, Dr. Isles."
"You don't have to be sorry," Maura states and get up from her chair. "Contrary to Detective Rizzoli," she's almost growling as she leaves her office and she push the button of the elevator hard.
She was hoping that she could avoid the Italian for a couple of days, that's why she arrived earlier than usual at her office.
She knows that she can't avoid her husband, though. She would like that, too, at least unless she gained control of her life again. But she can avoid Jane.
Anyway, now she is now forced to face the detective as well because this stubborn Italian just can't leave her be.
And she hates to be forced to do something she doesn't want to do.
She emerges from the elevator on the third floor and stomp into the bullpen.
She immediately spots the detective sitting at her desk and her anger is boiling up even more. She's almost throwing the medical record on Jane's desk. "What is this?" She hisses.
Jane is frowing deeply and looks slowly up at the blonde. "A ... file?"
Korsak and Frost have stopped working and both of the men are watching the happening.
"Yes, I can see that," Maura says venomously. "But why is a medical record, that you have requested, arriving at my office?"
Jane turns her chair so she can look directly at the ME. "Because I am not a doctor, Doctor. Look, I know I should have told you that I've requested James Williams medical file, but it slipped my mind and I'm sorry." She takes a deep breath and leans back in her chair. "Our prime suspect asserted that he was beaten up by a man with Hispanic roots. Can you confirm that?"
"That he was attacked by a man with Hispanic roots or that he was beaten?" Maura shoots back.
Frost clears his throat and he lower his gaze to his keyboard.
Korsak is raising his eyebrows high in surprise.

Jane stares blankly at the blonde and blink a couple of times. She isn't sure if she just heard right. "Oh, come on, Maura. You know exactly that I am not that kind of person. I don't give a shit about skin color or ethnic background, and I never cared about that. I only wanna close this case at the end of the day. So, is it true that James Williams was beaten?"
Maura hesitates for a moment. She knows all too well that the detective never cared about peoples ethnic background and she has absolutely no idea why she has said that.
Her anger is fading away again and she lick her lips. "Yes, Mr. Williams was beaten badly. Several of his ribs were broken, just like his nasal bone. It looks like someone has tried to beat him to death. James Williams had to stay for over a week in hospital."
"That sounds pretty serious," Frost states.
Maura is nodding agreeing. "It was very serious, it also was life-threatening. His liver was bleeding and his right lung collapsed."
"We have to find out who has beaten the shit out of Williams," Jane states and rubs tiredly her right eye before she get up to her feet. "When we find that guy, we probably find our killer. But for now I go and get a coffee. You guys want something?"
Korsak and Frost shake their head in the same time.
Maura sighs heavily and follows the Italian. "Jane."
Jane push the elevator button and looks over her shoulder. "Yeah?"
Maura is approaching her and she frowns. "I shouldn't have said that about you. I know that you aren't a - - -"
"A racist?" Jane finish the sentence as her best friend trails off.
Maura sighs once again and nods. "Yes. I know that you are no racist and I shouldn't have said that to you in front of Frost and Korsak. I mean, one of your best friends is black."
"Don't tell that Frost." Jane replies and smiles when Maura chuckle. It's like music to her ears. "You don't have to apologize, Maura. I, somehow, can understand you. I put you in a really awkward situation. I am sorry for that."
Maura nods again and swallow hard. "You should go home and get some sleep."
"Is that a medical advice," Jane asks with a smile.
Maura is smiling back at her. "Just a suggestion of a friend."
Jane looks long at the elevator as the door open. "You sure that you don't want anything from the Café?"
"I'm good, but thank you." Maura replies and she is watching the Italian enter the elevator,
She can see that Jane is wondering if it would be okay for her when she comes by later, but that would be too soon for her. "See you tomorrow, Jane."
The Italian smiles sadly and nod once. "Yeah, see you tomorrow."