A/N: First off let me say a HUGE thank you to all who review and follow this story! Secondly...Arrrgh! Again this chapter was challenging. I had a whole different chapter written, and ready to update, when I decided not to go that way. It seemed too rushed and I didn't want my need to keep this story short get in the way of explaining more and not jumping the gun. I really hope I did the right thing deleting that chapter and writing this one. Let's see if it was, shall we?
It had been 4 days since the BPD ceremony. Thoughts of that night haunt Maura, not from her run in with Garrett but the fact she had left Jane. Maura was so distraught that night, that the second she was alone she snuck out without even so much as a goodbye to Jane.
Jane had been so lovely and defended her when she needed help. Maura didn't want to leave like she did, but she was afraid of having to explain to Jane what had just happened. Up to that point they had such a wonderful night, she was afraid Jane would look at her differently.
Maura had planned to call Jane the following day and apologize or to just talk and maybe get together but since that night Maura had been getting more memories. They started out as snippets of a childhood she never had but knew all about. Bringing mild sadness to her, when thoughts of her best friend who had ditched her in place of the quarterback came forth. Those memories had been hard but the other memories of fun times with her brothers and her boyfriend had taken place over the bitterness of losing Emily.
The day after the childhood memories came the memories of a small toddler. It was her daughter. Most were times they spent together, playful trips to the park, tickling matches and lullabies at night. A time of car drives to the store, kissing the window after loading her girl into the car seat and closing the car door. Mundane daily routines that meant so much to her, these memories were happy and Maura was overjoyed that night when she fell asleep.
Two days later Maura had been walking to her apartment back in New York, with her groceries in hand. As she had approached her door she had received an onslaught of emotions along with the memories. Two uniformed soldiers were waiting at her door; their only reason was to inform her that her husband was dead. The raw emotion she felt rivaled the time she awoke with the stabbing pain in her hand.
That was when she knew something was happening to her and it was more or less going to change her life. She had to talk to someone, tell whomever what was happening. But she didn't think anyone would believe her.
Jane follows behind Lina as they enter her little girl's room. Pulling the blankets over her daughter as she settles into the bed. Lina grabs for the perfectly hand stitched ladybug Jane's mother gave to Jane as a child.
"Hey stinky, do you remember that lady you ran into the day we got Jo?" the brunette asks her little girl.
"Yes, momma." The little girl looks at her mother unsure where this conversation is going.
"I saw her again last night. When I went to that thing and she was there. I talked to her a lot and you were right she was a nice pretty lady." Jane smiles as she remembers the time she had with the blonde. "Her name was Maura, do you like that name?"
"Yes, it's pretty like her."
"Lina, did you like her?" Her daughter vigorously shakes her head up and down. "Why stinky?
"She was smart…and nice…and beautiful." Her daughter says the last word as if it were two.
Thinking how Maura had run off last night without saying goodbye, Jane wonders if the blonde was doing okay. "She left early and I didn't get the chance to get her number…you know…to check on her. Do you think I should look her up and call her?"
Smiling her little girl shakes her head, "Definitely momma."
"Alright, my baby girl. You go to sleep and I'll see you in the morning." Kissing the little girl Jane stands and heads to the door, turning out the light as she exits.
"I'm sorry, I asked you to go to that event. I'm even more sorry I wasn't there when Garrett confronted you. You seem down the last few days and I cant help but to think it is entirely my fault." Constance declares as her and Maura walk side by side through Central Park
"It wasn't your fault Mother. Besides you can't guard me from everyone my whole life. It was bound to happen." Maura says looking off in the distance. "Besides, Jane was there to come to my aid."
Staring at her daughter a small smirk flashes across the older woman's face. "I will always try my hardest to protect you from pain darling." Stopping to sit on a bench Constance looks over to her daughter. "Tell me about Jane. I saw that she had your ear the whole night. I would even go as far to say she also had your eye."
"I don't know what is happening mother, but she has been the second Jane to come into my life and save me when I needed help." Stopping she thinks of her blood donor Jane. Crazy things were happening in her life and she knew that these Jane's were definitely the reason. "Jane Rizzoli is the most gallant person I have ever met."
Constance watches the smile that forms on her daughter's face. "She made a real impact on you, didn't she my dear?"
"I had run into her one day months back, but when I was sitting there the other night with her." Maura pauses to come up with the right words. "She made my heart beat in ways it has never before. I was captivated. And the weird part was every moment I was spending with her made me feel like I was experiencing déjà vu."
"Déjà vu?"
"I had it that night with her. Which isn't strange to me since I've been having it since I left the hospital. Well, not so much déjà vu which would mean 'already seen'." Maura looks to her mother to see if she should continue and she does when she sees she has her mother's attention. "Déjà vu is usually accompanied by a compelling sense of familiarity, and also a sense of eeriness or strangeness, perhaps déja vécu or visité."
Constance nods her head she takes the French words and says them in English to show she is listening "'Already lived' or 'already felt'. Interesting, and what things are happening that you feel this way?"
There have been many memories but Maura doesn't feel like sharing the most intimate ones. "For instance, the other day I saw this ladybug doll at the checkout the other day. And it brought about those feelings. I have this memory of a ladybug you made for me that I hid from…other people." Maura had wanted to say that she hid the ladybug from her brothers because they would tease her all the time about it. She fears if she said what she really wanted to say her mother would think she had lost her mind.
"Well darling, I can tell you I have never made anything like that for you."
"I dream every night about a baby girl I've never seen, a husband that is dead, Friends who I don't have as well as brothers who I love. When I wake up, I have to remember all over again that my dreams are not real and that my reality is not a dream. That I am not this woman who has experienced this, a woman I don't even know." Maura wrings her hands together nervously, "When I'm not dreaming about them I have vivid memories of places I've never been, food I've never tasted, beer I've never drank. It is all too bizarre for me."
Constance places her hand over her daughters to calm her fidgeting. "Just because you've never experienced those memories doesn't mean you are wrong or are remembering wrong. It doesn't make me believe you're making this up. There has to be an explanation."
"Maybe I'm just losing it." Maura huffs out. Putting her arm around her daughter Constance replies, "Maura you are a smart woman. If you feel like this is real, then look into it and see what this all means. Use that great knowledge of everything science and take your hypothesis and put it to the test."
"Okay."
Maura looks down at the documents she is holding. After her talk with her mother she decided to look deeper into who Jane Jones was. Glancing over the information she was sent over, Maura notices a contact number that she must have passed over the first time. Grabbing her phone the blonde dials the number and listens as the phone rings.
"Hi." Comes a small child's voice over the line.
"Hello." Maura replies before asking, "Is this the Jones' household?"
"Um that's my daddy's name." The little girl says quietly.
"Can I speak to your daddy or maybe your mommy?" Maura says not sure whom she should ask to speak to. "My daddy was a soldier and he died. My momma is in the other room." The silence is deafening to Maura, who is in shock. The only thing that breaks the silence is the loud and somewhat annoyed scream in the background of the other end.
"STINKY! GET IN HERE!"
"Oh, that's momma. I gotta go!" And with that the line goes dead and within seconds a memory comes forth:
It's another lonely night when she gets a beeping noise from her computer opening it up she sees a man's face.
"Hello beautiful!" Her husband says and it brings a smile to her face.
"Hi Casey. Good timing I just rocked Stinky back to sleep and put her back into bed. I think she had a nightmare." She looks into the computer screen and sees him roll his eyes. "Why do you insist on calling her that sweetie?"
"Because I hate names like sweetie and hon and baby doll." She says in a huff and her husband changes the topic immediately. "I see you have your pajamas on" raising his eyebrows he suggestively adds in, "What do you have on under them?"
"Casey, stop!" Jane says as the irritation of her husbands words quickly fill her with anger. Only getting replaced by guilt, as she feels bad for not indulging her husband. "Look, I better get going. I have an early morning and Lina has to be dropped off at my ma's before school."
"Alright, Goodnight Jane, I love you." Her husband says in a hopeful voice that only adds to the guilt she's feeling. "Yeah, me too."
As the feeling of guilt disperses from her stomach, the excitement comes to her as she realizes that the memories she is having, have come from the person who she had received the blood transfusion from. In that instant she has an idea of what to do next.
Jane stares down at her cell phone and nervously wrings her hands together. Jo Friday watches with her ears up in case she might miss something. Jane has just put Lina down for the night. Wiping her hands on her jeans she picks up the phone and dials. Jane feels just a tad guilty with the way she went about getting the blonde's number. That morning Jane had called around to the Isles Foundation Group and maybe abused her power when the person she was talking to wouldn't give it out. Only receiving it when she told them she was a police officer and would do things Jane had no power to do.
"Hello." Jane hears the silvery voice speak, "This is Maura Isles."
"Um…Hi." Jane chokes out, pausing when she forgets what she had practiced to say. "I don't…its Detective Rizzoli—…Rizzoli…Jane Rizzoli from the BPD ceremony."
"Jane, it's nice to hear from you!" Maura says and Jane can hear the happiness in her voice. "I was thinking about you. I wanted to call and apologize about disappearing like that. It was rude of me, maybe I could make it up to you?"
Jane, who is excited that Maura practically said what her intention of the call was, gladly accepts the direction this conversation is going. "Don't worry about it. I would love to get together with you and get to know each other more. We didn't get to talk about much that night. Does tomorrow night sound okay?"
"I'm actually in New York. I have a home here and in Boston but at the moment I'm living in New York." Maura states and Jane's hopes are dashed. If Maura lived in New York, how could she start a friendship with her? "What about Saturday night? I can get into Boston on Friday and maybe stay for a while."
"That would be great!" Jane declares as the excitement bubbles forth. "I can't wait."
"Okay, I'll call you when I get settled Friday night and we can work out the details then."
"Right. I'll talk to you on Friday. Have a good night Maura." The brunette smiles into the phone and has to fight back the giggle she feels like letting loose.
"Goodnight Jane."
Next chapter will be Jane Rizzoli and Maura getting together and Maura trying again to contact Jane Jones.