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Jane checked her placed her cell phone on silent as she entered the hospital. It had been two weeks and she was there for her follow up appointment with Maura. "Hey," Maura smiled as she came into the room closing the door behind her.

"Hi," Jane nodded.

"Sorry I was late," Maura looked at her stack of folders in her arms. "Busy day."

"No rest for the weary huh?" Jane smiled.

"It appears that way."

"So…Lets gets this done with."

"Ok…take off your shirt for me," Maura smiled as Jane removed her t-shirt. "80's Rule?" Maura raised an eyebrow.

"I don't own many t-shirts," Jane smiled. That was a total lie. She owned more t-shirts then Calvin Kline himself.

"Heard of Old Navy? Gap?"

Jane just laughed. Maura ran her fingers across the scar line. It took every ounce of self control for Jane not to shiver from the casual touch. "Well the skin seems to be healing well. Any pain?"

"Nope," Jane smiled.

"Well that's advantageous."

"So…did you get my phone calls?" Jane asked trying not to sound too curious or hurt that Maura hadn't returned any of the four calls she'd made to her in the last few weeks.

"I did," Maura nodded. "I'm sorry for not getting back to you. It's just been busy."

"Oh I'm sure," Jane nodded.

"Ok. Looks good," Maura smiled. "You can put your shirt back on."

Jane nodded and did so.

"Well I'd say you're almost fully recovered."

"Good to hear," Jane nodded.

There was an awkward silence. Suddenly…as if breaking the moment Jane jumped from her cell phones vibration. "Rizzoli."

"It's me."

"Frost, what's up?"

"You at your appointment still?"

"Yup."

"With Maura?"

Maura could hear what was being said, Jane's phone was quite loud.

"Yup," Jane nodded. "I'm almost done. Is this important?"

"It's Patterson's testimony."

"What about it?"

"Well I just found a big hole in it."

"How's that?"

"That gun he said he never owned."

"Ya."

"Finger prints just came back. It's positive Jane."

"We got him?"

"I'd say his balls are pretty well squeezed."

"Excellent," Jane smiled. "I'll be there in about ten."

"Did you ask her out yet?" Frost questioned.

"Bye Frost."

"If you don't I will!"

Jane snapped her phone shut and looked up to see a smiling Maura. "What?"

"Nothing," Maura shook her head. "You're good to go Detective Rizzoli."

"So…ya," Jane stood and scratched the side of her head. "I was wondering…maybe if you wanted to you know…do dinner or something this week?"

"I'm sorry," Maura shook her head. "I can't."

Strike 3.

"Sure," Jane stood and nodded. "Some other time right?" she asked feeling almost cynical.

"It's not that I don't want too," Maura added hearing the hurt.

"It sure feels like that to me," Jane smiled. "Look you know what? I get it. Some cop asks you out…and you feel awkward right? Well just for your information…I didn't mean a date okay? I just thought we could actually spend more than two minutes and catch up with each other. Find out what we've each been up too. Call me crazy but I thought maybe just maybe you wanted the same thing. But you know why I make such a great detective? Cause I can read between the lines." She grabbed her coat. "Have a good one Maura."

"Jane…" But Jane was gone.

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"What crawled up your ass?" Frost asked his stewing Partner.

"Nothing."

"She said no…again huh?"

"Look isn't your own love life messed up enough right now without having to get involved in my personal shit?" Jane asked.

"Hey," Frost held his hands up defensively. "Easy Tiger. I'm just trying to be a friend."

Jane took a breath. "You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bite your head off."

"It's ok."

"Speaking of messed up love life," Jane mumbled seeing Keri walking down the street.

"Hi," she waved and approached the side of the car. "What are you two doing here?"

"Lunch," Frost smiled holding up his burger. He couldn't wipe the silly grin off his face. Keri had that power over him.

"How did the appointment go Jane?"

"I'm fine," Jane smiled. "Where are you off too?"

"I'm meeting a friend for lunch."

"This friend have a name? Do we need to run a background check on her?"

"Or him?" Frost added.

"No she is fine. But I appreciate your concern just the same. Always looking out for people aren't you Jane Rizzoli."

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Jane couldn't explain the pull. She just felt the need to get up and get out. So she started walking. She didn't know where she was going really. But at 1:30 a.m. she didn't have any intrusions or interruptions to her thoughts.

It was a feeling in her guts moments before she actually heard the shout. The feeling caused her to stop. The soft shout caused her head to whip around to the small ranch style house on the corner. Following the shout was a crash. The window broke…and she could hear it. A distinctive cry for help. Muffled and rushed.

She reached to her side and again…no weapon. God damint! Cop instrinct taking over, she carefully approached the dark house. 'Jesus not even an outside light?'

She could see two figures moving inside. The front door was still slightly ajar from what she was assuming to be a break in. Oh hell.

"Police!" she shouted. The first figure looked at her with confusion. The second wasted no time charging her. Ducking into his charge, she managed to kick out his shin and drop him with an elbow to his face. The distinctive crack of his nose breaking giving her a surge knowing she would now only have one other attacked to worry about.

One other attacked.

Shit. Where did the other…

The fist connected with her face in the dimly lit room before she had a chance to get her bearings. She managed to grab a small glass dish that was sitting on a table for decoration spun around connecting with his skull, sending him to the floor next to the other, and unconscious. She grabbed the phone and dialed 9-1-1.

"This is Detective Rizzoli, Badge number 763. I need a bus at the corner of Wilson and Taylor. Two suspects, I repeat two suspects. Put a rush on it. I don't have back up and I don't have a side arm." She hung up and pulled the phone cord from the wall, using it to tie up her crooks.

Slowly she made her way upstairs. "Hello?" she called as she opened the door. "It's Boston PD, you're safe…" She stopped dead in her tracks.

"Maura?"

"Jane?" Maura felt a rush of relief. "Thank god…if you hadn't…"

Jane's eyes lowered to the small little girl in Maura's arm. She was no more than four. She looked back up at Maura, confusion clear.

"Detective Rizzoli!" a man from down stairs called out.

"It's clear," she shouted down, never taking her eyes of Maura.

"I…" Maura began crying and shaking.

"It's ok," Jane said quickly walking up and taking Maura into her arms. "It's ok."

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"Detective Rizzoli," the voice called up.

"I'll be down in a few. Give us a few minutes."

"Yes Detective."

Jane closed the door to Maura's room as Maura placed the small girl in her bed, covering her.

"You daughter?" Jane asked softly.

"Jenna," Maura nodded.

"How old?"

"Four. She'll be five in a month."

"You didn't say…"

"I wasn't trying to keep you in the dark," Maura took a breath and let out a sigh.

"I didn't mean to imply…"

"I know," Maura sat down and patted the spot next to her. "I'm sorry."

"You're okay?"

"I'm okay," Maura nodded watching Jane take a seat next to her. "How did you know?"

"I was just out…walking," Jane waved her hand. "I couldn't sleep. I heard someone calling."

"And you came to the rescue," Maura said softly. "You do that a lot for people you don't know."

"I know you," Jane smiled.

"But you didn't know it was my home," Maura pointed out. She paused and reached out her hand. "You're bleeding."

"Oh yeah," Jane touched the side of her face. "It looks much worse," she smiled. Maura rose from the bed and came back with a small first aid kit.

"Maura you don't have to do that."

"I want too," Maura scooted in closer and dabbed some medicine on a cotton ball. "This might sting." She gently touched the side of Jane's face.

Jane watched as Jenna peaked her head out from under the covers. "Hi," Jane smiled.

Jenna waved. "Does it hurt?"

"Just a bit," Jane said softly. "Your mom's a good doctor."

"Mom saves lives."

"She saved mine," Jane said as Jenna came closer.

"Were you hurt?"

"Yup."

"Like now?" Jenna asked examining the wound.

"Something like this, yes."

"Your name is Jane?" Jenna asked. Jane nodded. "I'm Jenna. I'm not allowed to talk to strangers."

"Well that's very smart."

"Mom says you smell nice."

"Jenna!" Maura pulled her hand away from Jane's head.

"What? You did."

Maura felt a blush creep up her neck. "I had said something about your perfume. I wasn't smelling you or anything." Jane couldn't stop the grin that came.

"What else did you mom say about me Jenna?"

"She says you have a nice smile," Jenna said looking at her mom. "And you guys used to be friends from…before."

"Well she's right." Jane watched as Maura placed the Band-Aid on her head. "We used to play all the time."

"Mom says you were fun. Are you still fun?" Jenna asked scooting between the two women.

"I'd like to think so."

"You want to come to my birthday party Jane? Mom…can she?"

"Honey I'm not sure if Jane wants to come to…"

"I'm trying to make friends. Isn't that what you wanted?" Jenna cut her off.

"Well I meant your own age sweetie," Maura smiled and looked up at a very amused Jane. "Would you like to come?"

"I'd love too."

"Wonderful," Jenna smiled and went back under the covers. "Jane the men are gone right?"

"All gone yes," Jane nodded.

"Would you stay a little longer…till I fall asleep?"

"Sure," Jane smiled and looked at Maura. "If you want me too?"

"Yes. Please."

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"…and that's when I heard someone fighting down here. I hid in my room and locked the door with Jenna. And then Jane told me it was safe."

"Do you have any idea why they might have broken in?" the second office on the scene asked. Maura bit her lip and lowered her head and took a breath.

"No," she shook her head. "No idea."

Jane knew instantly it wasn't the truth. Body language was everything in police work…and Maura's gave something away. "Ok. We'll let you know what we find out from questioning. More than likely it's just a B and E that went bad. Good thing Detective Rizzoli showed up."

"Thanks Joe," Jane smiled as the young Detective walked away. "Can I get a copy of that report on my desk tomorrow?"

"No problem." Jane closed the door behind her and turned to look at Maura. "Why don't you go upstairs and get some sleep. I'll stay down here on the couch. Watch some TV."

"Are you sure?" Maura asked between a yawn.

"I'm sure," Jane smiled. "Goodnight Maura."

"Goodnight Jane. And…thanks."

"That's what friends are for, right?"

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