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Okay so after staying up all night with a really bad toothache i decided to post this in has been beta read Thank you IsaBabisa for accepting the challenge. so if you have any kinda of problem with my grammar don't read it yet. I hope you enjoy this. I have two more chapters written. Because once again I am stuck on Maura. Also i found some info on this year's season finale and it looks like fans WILL NOT be happy. I mean its only a small summary of the episode but it ticked me off. I took my time with this chapter I wanted to be almost perfect. I say almost because nothing in the world is truly perfect.

December 23, 6:30 am - Maura

Jane closed her eyes and took Michael's hand. When she opened them, she found herself in one of her favorite places in the world. Smiling, Jane looked around Maura's kitchen. Noticing the time, Jane knew the blonde was probably still asleep. Walking toward her bedroom, Jane stopped when she noticed that Michael was following her.

Turning toward the angel, "Can you wait here?" Jane asked quietly not wanting him to invade Maura's privacy. Michael simply nodded and gave Jane a gentle push. Jane walked into Maura's bedroom and smiled at the honey blonde sleeping in the silk pajamas Jane and gotten for her. She was amazed at how perfect Maura's hair looked even sleeping. Then again everything Maura did was perfect in Jane's eyes.

An alarm sounded waking the blonde, Jane smiled at how Maura got right up didn't even hit the snooze button once. Watching Maura walk into the bathroom, Jane decided to give her some privacy and headed back to the kitchen. Michael was staring at Bass and turned to Jane as she walked up to him.

"Who keeps a large turtle for a pet?" Michael asked Jane while nudging Bass with his foot. Jane turned and gave him a small glare.

"First of all, Bass is a tortoise. Get it right, Angel Boy, only I can call Bass a turtle, and I kind of like the fact Maura has him. It makes her different. Special even, did you know I have one, too? But mine's only a baby though," Jane said watching the hallway for Maura. Michael just grinned, he'd wanted to see if Jane would correct him and she did.

Jane was surprised when Maura walked down the hall with her pajamas still on. She just watched as Maura walked around the kitchen island starting a pot of coffee and then opening the fridge door and grabbing the strawberries. Jane realized what she was doing and smiled when Maura sat on the floor next to Bass feeding him a strawberry. Jane smiled at the way Maura always treated Bass as though he was almost human.

"It's almost Christmas, Bass, do you think maybe I should finally tell her?" Maura asked the tortoise, not really expecting an answer.

"Maybe not, I mean there is no way that she can feel the same way." Maura sighed feeding Bass one more strawberry before getting up and walking back down the hallway.

"Let me guess, you can't tell me, right?" Jane asked Michael sounding annoyed. Michael just smiled and looked around the house. Jane started looking around the living room and suddenly noticed Maura had a large tree sitting in her living room, but it was bare. There were no decorations on it, no lights, nothing.

"How come her tree isn't done? I mean, do you know?" Jane asked Michael.

"I think she was waiting for you and your family," Michael responded. "In case you haven't noticed, Jane, Maura Isles loves every member of your family. The Rizzolis have been good to her-always treated her like one of the family and never left her out. Your family has treated her better than her own."

Jane was speechless standing in the middle of Maura's kitchen. As she heard the clicking of Maura's heels and looked up at Michael, he stuck his hand out, "It's time to go Jane."

December 23, 9:05a.m. - Maura

Jane again found herself standing in the cafe. Watching the same scene that she saw when she was watching over her mother.

"So tell me, Maura, what are we doing about Christmas this year?" Angela asked with a sly smile.

"Why don't we just do everything at my house. I mean there is enough room for family and friends. Jane tends to stay at my place two or three times a week anyway, so I am sure she won't mind it." Maura said.

"Okay, so sleep-over, big dinner, friends, family and Christmas movies and music. I hope it snows this year. Jane's favorite thing about the winter is when it snows." Angela commented.

"The snow makes her hands hurt." Maura said remembering last winter when Jane was barely able to use her hands because of the pain.

"Yea, it does, but I think it's the beauty of the snow Jane loves. When she was little she would play outside in the snow for hours having snowball fights and building snowmen with her brothers. If I remember right she even buried Tommy in the snow once." Angela smiled.

Maura noticed Jane walking toward them and smiled at the detective.

"Hey Ma, hey Maura, what's going on?" Jane smiled as she walked up to the two.

"Hello, Jane. Angela and I were just talking about Christmas this year and we decided that we should just have everyone stay over on Christmas eve." Maura smiled at Angela. "I mean the guys-Vince, Frost, Frankie and even Tommy can all stay in the guest house. You and your mother can stay in the main house with us."

"Sounds like you guys have everything already planned out." Jane said as Angela place a plate of pancakes in front her-for once they were not shaped like bunnies. Today they were shaped like Christmas trees. Jane just looked and her mother and said "Thanks, Ma."

Maura was sitting next to Jane looking at her funny. She could not believe how Jane was acting. Normally she was grumpy and would complain about any pancake that was not round. But Jane just smiled at her and grabbed the syrup.

"Jane, are you feeling alright?" the blonde asked as she placed her hand on Jane's head making sure she was not running a temp.

Jane jerked back from Maura's hand giving her the Rizzoli glare with a smile. "No, Maura, I'm not sick, I'm just in a really good mood, that's all. I watched my all time favorite Christmas movie last night. So I am in the Christmas spirit. Honestly the only thing that's missing right now is snow. I want a white Christmas like we had when we were kids. I would love to see you in a snowball fight with us Rizzolis."

"A snowball fight, Jane?" Maura asked watching the brunette putting entirely too much sugar in her coffee. Shaking her head, she went to say something about how that much sugar isn't good for when Jane cut her off, "Come on, Maura, you never had a snowball fight at that fancy boarding school?" By the look on the blonde's face, she realized that she hadn't. Jane looked at her ma. "Hey, Ma, do you remember those snowball fights we used to have when we were kids?"

Angela looked at her daughter smiling "Yes, Jane, I remember. I also remember the year your father said you weren't allowed to do it anymore-the year that Frankie's nose was broken by a ball of ice."

"I remember, Ma. But remember we're adults now and we know better plus Maura never had a snowball fight. I'm also betting she never built a snowman," Jane said looking at the blonde. "Tell you what, Maura, if we get snow for Christmas I will grab the guys and we will all have some fun. I promise."

This time Jane saw it. Saw the glint in Maura's eyes and the excitement of what may happen. Jane finally realized deep down that her feelings for Maura were very real. And more than that…that Maura may even have the same feelings.

"Come on, Jane, time to move on," Michael said taking Jane's hand again.

December 23, 10:15 - Maura

Jane watched as she and Maura arrived on scene of the homicide that happened that day. Shaking her head she turned toward Michael questioningly.

"Just watch. You are one you the most impatient people I have ever met and I have met a lot of people." Jane couldn't help herself she flashed him a small smile and turned back to what she was supposed to be watching. Jane watched as she looked around remembering why she did.

"Was it you who touched my shoulder?" Jane asked not taking her eyes off the scene in front of her.

"Yes, Jane it was me. I was just as surprised as you that you felt me touch you." Michael answered.

Jane watched the hurt in Maura's eyes when she watched her walk away from the scene. She also seen the look of pain Maura gave her as they climbed into car to head back to the station.

"There is only one place left for us to go, so we will just go to where it happened," Michael said holding out his hand for Jane.

Jane frowned, but took Michael's hand closing her eyes tightly.

December 23, 2:31 - Maura

Jane watched as she and Maura walked out of BPD and started walking toward the Dirty Robber. She watched herself only half listening to Maura talk but not really paying attention. Jane saw herself look around and notice the black SUV speeding down the road, saw the man in a mask hanging out the front passenger window and watched in horror as he opened fire at the people on the street. Jane did the only thing she could do, she shielded Maura taking her to the ground. As fast as it began it was over.

Jane stood there next to Michael as she watched her friend carefully rolling her over. Maura noticed the blood soaking through Jane's shirt and blazer she applied pressure with one hand while the other called for help. Frankie had been coming back from the Robber and saw the whole thing and rushed over to try to help Maura who was applying pressure to the wound. Jane watched Frankie run past them toward the station. That's when she heard it-just a tiny whisper coming from Maura, but she couldn't make out what she was saying.

"Why did you do it, Jane?" Michael asked confused. "I am going to tell you the truth. That bullet you just took was supposed to kill Maura Isles, but you got in the way and I don't understand why." Jane stood there speechless not knowing what to say. She just stared at the angel before her, barely noticing when he started to speak again. "Well now, Jane, it's up to you. It's your choice on what happens next-I can only watch from this point on. If I did my job right, you will make the right choice and I will get my wings." Michael said disappearing.

OK so its long. I also wanted to send out a thank you for your reviews. I know there are people enjoying this story even if my grammar isn't the best. Here's a shocker for you though I was born and raised in NEPA otherwise known as North Eastern Pennsylvania. Most of my life was spent in and out of hospitals so my grammar is bad i sucked at english class. Anyway I like to write when i am in pain it takes me mind off things, What i am trying to say is i know my grammar sucks and i always say good or bad i can take it. Most of the time i can but there are times when someone can be so insulting it makes me want to stop writing. Then i get the good reviews and realize that just maybe someone really does like the story and doesn't mind if i miss a coma or use your instead of you're. oh, and the person who sent me that oh so friendly pm got a really nice and polite one back. well thats what you say if anyone asks.

Last thing i promise. I sent this story to a friend i changed the names because no one close to me knows i write fanfiction. and she openly call me a B**** because of the way i end this chapter and the next to. I hope you injoyed the story so far, and keep enjoying it.

As always feel free to review good or bad i can take it.