Maura sat in her car outside Jane Rizzoli's apartment. Her date, as Rick Castle would of put it, had not gone well, and she felt horrible for ditching Jane for him. She had been lonely in her own bed, accustomed to staying with Jane. She just wanted her detective's strong arms around her, as Maura apologized over and over again until Jane's mouth ceased her blabbing. Maura sighed. Ah yes, that what was she wanted the most at that moment.

The drive to Castle's hotel had been awkward, as he had expected her to stay at the hotel with him. Ha, like that'd happen. She'd watched him apologize through the window and continuously ask who it was she was dating. She had refused to admit it was Jane, but she was unsure why. Why hadn't she admitted it was Jane?

The medical examiner got out of her Lexus and took confident steps up the stairs to Jane Rizzoli's apartment. When she reached the door she knocked lightly, and almost considered knocking again when the door opened. Jane was standing in the doorway, her hair a slight mess, but that was the way Maura liked it. Her eyes looked confused.

Jane's voice was huskier due to the fact that it was morning. "Maura?"

"Jane I…" Maura stopped talking when the door opened wider. Detective Beckett was sitting on Jane's couch, sipping Jane's coffee. She was wearing a pair of Jane's pajama pants and … one of her Boston Police Department Homicide Unit tees that Maura loved so much. She had two at her own house. A sob caught in her throat as uncontrollable tears streamed down the doctor's face.

"Maur? Aw shit… Don't cry… Fuck, you know I can't stand it when you cry…" Jane's hand cupped Maura's cheek as she attempted to clear the doctor's tears away. Why was Maura crying?

"I-I didn't realize that you had c-company…"

Maura's body shook as she cried. Jane engulfed the M.E. in a hug, running her hand down the back of Maura's head. Maura relished the physical contact, but the tears came harder faster. Kate must've felt like this… completely safe, surrounded by strong arms.

Jane whispered into Maura's ear. "What, Kate? It was late after we went over case notes, and she didn't want to take a cab ride. She took a shower and I lent her some clothes."

"Nothing h-happened?"

"Of course not, Maur. How could you say that?" Jane had pulled back, her eyes questioning. "How could you think I would ever cheat on you?" Maura couldn't help but be embarrassed as Jane's voice went back to normal volume. Apparently Jane didn't care who heard her, but Maura might've.

Maura ran the tips of her fingers over the scars on Jane's hands. "I'm sorry, Jane. I'm so sorry. I should have never gone on that date with him." She lowered her voice. "I should've stayed here with you."

Jane laughed. "How did that go?"

Maura was caught. She couldn't lie. She couldn't redirect. "We… We kissed, Jane." Jane's hand immediately retreated and Jane went storming into the apartment.

"What the fuck, Maura?" Kate was taken aback as 'Hurricane Jane' streaked past her. "You get on my back for cheating, when I didn't, when you fucking went and did it yourself?"

Maura followed Jane into the apartment. "It was just a kiss Jane!"

"Yeah, well, wasn't that what started your relationship with Ian? He is the love of your life remember?"

More tears came. Maura was beyond noticing the quietly watching detective on Jane's couch. "No."

"No? I thought you couldn't fucking lie!"

"I did say that Jane. At the time I thought it was true. That was before you. Before any of this. I love you. Last night, I pushed Rick away. I told him I was in a relationship!"

Jane turned towards the honey-blonde woman. "With who? Because right now, it sure as hell doesn't seem like me."

"Of course it's you!"

"Did you tell him that? Are you embarrassed to be dating me, Maura?" When Maura didn't answer, Jane went on. "I had a reservation at some nice ass restaurant and I canceled it for you. So you could meet and talk with a favorite author of yours. I fucking canceled my reservation. Did you know that you're the first person I ever bothered making a reservation for?"

Maura was looking down at the floor. She didn't think she was embarrassed about dating Jane, she just didn't like being labeled. "I'll be leaving now, Jane. It seems as if you don't want to talk to me. I'm sorry…"

The medical examiner picked up her clothes that were in sight, which included the bra and her skirt. She headed for the door.

"Take your fucking turtle, too!"

"He's a tortoise Jane!" Maura slammed the door to the detective's apartment. She stumbled down the stairs, tears blurring her vision. She regretted wearing heels. She sat in her car and cried.

Jane stared at the closed door, Kate Beckett was forgotten momentarily. But only for a moment.

"I'm sorry you, uh, had to see that…" Jane sat on the bar stool next to the counter. She gulped down her coffee.

Kate felt awkward. "It's okay… I'm guessing she's more than a friend."

Jane had no problem labeling their relationship. She'll admit she hated the idea of conforming to her childhood bullies' taunts of her being a 'dyke'. But she loved Maura, and she could get over any taunting, but the question was… Could Maura?

"Yeah, she's my girlfriend. Or was. I don't really know anymore." Jane ran her fingers throught her dark hair. "Come on, I'll take you to your hotel."

Author's Note: Well, I hope you like it! It wasn't fun writing them arguing, but then again I guess it kind of was. I don't know. Review please!