Director Grant was pacing in his office talking on his comms unit. He was about to put a rocket up someone.

"I don't give a shit. Someone royally fucked up. Another of my staff is dead, murdered. A Captain of mine has been targeted and I want to know how the hell this happened. This is a secure complex for Christ's sake. Someone's head will roll for this. I don't care; you find me who and you do it today. I am delaying the mission by two weeks. Yes, I know how much that will cost. I do not care. All I care about is finding that sonofabitch. Out."

Shit.

"Connect Isles. Maura, it's Director Grant. Is Jane with you? Put me on speaker. Ladies, how are you? Are you staying with Maura? Good, it may be for a while. I've delayed the mission by two weeks. Calm down Rizzoli. I am not putting your life and the lives of others and the safe passage of one of my fleet at risk. This is non-negotiable Rizzoli. I am not asking for your permission, I am telling you; this is how it is.

No, no leads. I don't know, Jane. Someone will pay for this I promise. It'll be next week. Burial I think. You already know Jane; Doctor Isles confirmed it wasn't Hoyt. I know, it was red pen, but the 'stigmata' on her hands were a direct message for you, Jane. It means there are two of them and that they will come after you. I'm doing what I can. Just stay with Maura and be careful. Out."

Jane was practically wearing a hole in Maura's carpet.

"They need to catch the bastards. They really do. That's two dead now Maura. Two. Both sending me a message."

Maura just listened to her, allowing Jane to verbalise her thoughts.

"How did this happen? They were waiting Maur. I'm putting you in danger being here. I should go somewhere else."

"Jane. I want you here. They'll catch them. I've given Grant my report, he'll catch him. Them."

"But there must be something. Some clue somewhere."

"Do you want to look through the charts again?"

"Yes. There must be some correlation, some crossover. They knew each other before this mission."

"Ok. So we have the files, so what's say we order some take out and I'll open some wine and we can work and eat."

Jane looked at the smaller woman. She was so grateful to Maura. Her help and strength and just generally being near her helped her feel calm and centred at such a traumatic time.

"Sounds perfect, you order and I'll arrange the files."

A few moments later Maura has ordered the takeaway and Jane had arranged the papers in piles. Jane stopped and looked at Maura. Where had she come from? Here she was in the middle of a nightmare and this incredible woman had gotten underneath her skin. She was intelligent, beautiful, kind, considerate, and funny in an honest way. She was a magnificent apparition of womanhood.

Jane suddenly couldn't resist and moved to take Maura in her arms and kissed her deeply. Maura responded and wrapped her arms around Jane, stroking her back. Jane tentatively opened her mouth and traced her tongue on the inside of Maura's mouth. She felt Maura moan into her. They kissed deeply, neither wishing to break their embrace.

Jane moved the women backwards, holding Maura as she laid them on the sofa. The women stretched out together, never breaking contact. Jane felt like a horny teenager around Maura. She just couldn't help herself. She traced her hand up Maura's body, firmly caressing Maura's curves. She kneaded one of Maura's breasts, eliciting a moan from Maura. She moved her thigh on top of Maura, feeling the heat radiating from Maura's core.

Eventually, after a length of time, Jane slowly pulled away.

"You're amazing. That was, wow. You are an incredible kisser. I just think we should look at the files, otherwise you and I won't notice or care if someone breaks in."

Maura sighed. She knew the Captain was right, but the warm wet heat that had collected between her legs because of Jane's kiss and touch, strongly advocated against stopping. She was going to need a shower.

"I'm going to take a shower if that's ok. You seem to have gotten me all hot and bothered. You have an innate ability to evoke the obvious signs of arousal in me Jane. The most I have ever felt if I am honest."

Jane smirked.

"Are you always so clinical Doc? You could just say I've gotten you hot and very wet. Same here Doc. But the more you stand there looking at me, the more likely that I am to do something about it and we have things to do."

"Yes Jane, you have had that effect on me. I need to cool down and to change because if not I fear I will ruin my La Perla underwear."

It was Jane's turn to moan.

"Jeez, Maur, what are you trying to do to me. Please, shower now before I pounce on you."

Maura walked towards her bathroom; Jane pouncing on her was exactly what she wanted, but being sensible was the better option. For now at least.

A few moments later there was a soft knock at the door. Yay, pizza! Jane grabbed the money from the table and opened the door. As she felt the voltage from the tazer run through her, her last conscious thought was that she should have checked the door first.

Maura showered and dressed, changing into a simple shift dress. As she walked out into her living room she was struck by the silence, she shouted to Jane.

"Are you getting ready to pounce, Captain? I... Connect Director Grant. Director, it's Maura. No, no, she's not here. I went into the shower maybe ten minutes ago. She's gone. There are signs of a brief struggle. No. I should have, a vase has been smashed. She's gone. They took her. On my watch. Ok. Please find them. Find her!"

Please, God, keep her safe. Let Grant's team find her. She had failed Jane, failed to keep her safe; too interested in her own libido than protecting the woman who had captivated her from the moment she met her. Please Jane, please come back to me!

Jane woke in the back of a van, her hands bound. Shit. Stupid Rizzoli. How the hell are you going to get out of this? Jane felt the van come to a halt. Now she was going to see which bastard had been helping Hoyt. She heard voices but couldn't make them out. The door opened.

"Stark. You bastard! How could you? What is this? He kills one, you kill one?"

Stark laughed a cruel mocking sound. "No Jane. See one. Do one. Teach one. You are the teach one."

The men looked at each other and then walked from the van. Jane scanned the vehicle for something to use to loosen her bonds; she did and quickly untied herself. She saw a flare and picked up; that would have to do as a weapon. She heard Hoyt approaching. She cracked the flare and threw it into Hoyt's face. He stumbled back, blinded.

Jane searched Hoyt and found his gun, stalking around the vehicle to find Stark. She heard him run towards him. She turned and shot him twice, killing him instantly. She looked down at Hoyt and raised her weapon. She drew the weapon but couldn't bring herself to kill him. Instead she unloaded the gun twice, shooting Hoyt's hands.

"Now we match."

She was safe. Hoyt was this time taken to prison and safely bestowed behind bars. Jane hitched a lift to Maura's and knocked on the door. She felt nervous. She knew the evening could have ended so differently. She wanted a relationship with this woman; slow or fast, she didn't care. She knew she wanted Maura to be her girlfriend.

The door opened to reveal a relieved looking Maura. Maura threw herself onto Jane.

"Oh, thank God. I thought I had lost you before I even had you. Come in come in. Are you ok? Did they hurt you? Can I get you anything?"

"Shhh, baby, it's ok. I'm ok. No, they didn't hurt me. I managed to escape. It was Stark. I killed him and wounded Hoyt. Grant has Hoyt behind bars; I doubt he'll see the light of day again. I came back here because I wanted to see you. I know this is lame and we've only just met, but do you want to go out with me? I mean date me? Be my girlfriend? Any of those things."

"Yes Jane, I do. I know that this is super fast but I want to be with you. I know we have to work together, but yes, I would love to be your girlfriend."

"Good! So, I am still hungry and I have enough of today and want to sleep with my girlfriend. No, not like that, I mean I do. I so do, but I just want to hold you in my arms and fall asleep with you next to me."

"I would like that too, Jane. How about I make us an omelette? I have cheese and eggs."

"That sounds awesome. Do you mind if I have a shower? As long as you don't answer the door to anyone."

Maura kissed Jane. "I promise."

Jane stood under the water, processing the day she had had. It had been wonderful and had then been harrowing. It was over now. Now she could relax. She wondered if Grant would still insist on the mission being pushed back. Maybe she and Maura could get away for a few days. They could get to know each other more and maybe consummate the attraction they were both feeling.

Jane stepped out of the shower, drying herself and putting on her pyjamas. She sat at the table and ate the omelette Maura had made, stuffing huge forkfuls into her mouth.

"This is so good. Does everything you cook taste this good? I could get used to this."

"I should hope so. I could get used to cooking for you."

After dinner Jane had put the dishes in the dishwasher before kissing the woman.

"Take me to bed, Doctor Isles. I'm beat."

They checked the house was secure before turning off the lights and heading to Maura's room. It took every ounce of Jane's resolve to turn her head away while Maura undressed. She caught a glimpse of Maura's naked form in the mirror.

Good God, she was even more beautiful when nude. Rizzoli you are screwed. She is gonna have you whipped big time. Oh thank goodness, she's dressed. Jesus, she looks incredible whatever she wears.

"I just have to brush my teeth,"

"Me too."

The women stood brushing their teeth, looking at each other in the mirror, smiling; completely comfortable in the domesticity of the scene. They headed to the bed.

"Which side of the bed would you like?"

"I'll take the side nearest the door. Would you mind changing my dressings?"

"No, not at all Jane. Is it tomorrow you get your stitches out?"

"Yes. Thank goodness. I think I hurt them a bit earlier."

"Let me take a look."

"Can you kiss me again? It helped to distract me."

Maura obliged, kissing her softly while swiftly ripping off the plaster.

"Does that help?"

"A flash would help me more. Ow! Maura! You did it again!"

Maura laughed heartily. "What are you going to be like when you actually see my breasts, Jane?"

"I can't wait to find out!"

Maura looked at the wounds.

"They look fine. A little bit sore but there is no reason the stitches can't be removed."

Maura cleaned the wounds and re-dressed them.

"So what about the other hand. Shall we try again, Jane?"

The huskiness of Maura's voice was sufficient to distract Jane, but the soft kiss from Maura's lips and the timbre of Maura's voice meant that Jane didn't notice Maura removing both of her remaining plasters. When Jane realised that Maura had finished she looked disappointed.

Maura cleaned up the wound and applied the new plasters, hearing the sighs from Jane. She kissed her gently and stood up, collecting the rubbish and leaving the room to deposit them in the bathroom bin. She wondered if she should do what she intended, but she wanted Jane to smile; she had hated that sulky disappointed look. She pulled her top over her head to reveal her breasts. She folded the top and placed it in the laundry basket, switching off the light and walking into the bedroom.

As she stood there nude other than her bottoms she saw that Jane was sound asleep on the bed. She snuggled in the bed next to Jane, pressing her breasts into the taller woman's back.

Oh well Jane, looks like you'll have to wait until the morning for the flash that you have been wanting. She kissed Jane's neck, breathing in her scent; beautiful.

"Goodnight Jane, sleep well."

Maura wrapped her arm around Jane's waist, pulling her near gently drifting off to sleep, both women finally comfortable in the knowledge that they were safe; Charles Hoyt was behind bars and John Stark was dead. There were no monsters out there waiting for them. Not tonight at least.