The story is pretty much written so it won't turn into an unfinished piece, however updates may be a bit sporadic! Thanks to those following, I have ummed and ahhed a lot about the inclusion of some characters in this part. However as it's fiction I decided what the hell and did it anyway! So….not only do I not own Rizzoli and Isles and Friends I also have no claim on Law and Order SVU! *Crosses fingers and runs for the hills!*

Chapter Ten

Maura had tidied up, had a cold shower, changed into some yoga pants and a tank top before she'd gathered herself enough to speed dial Jane. She wasn't expecting her to pick up but still felt unprepared when the answer phone kicked in.

"Hello Jane, it's me….well you'll know that already. I just wanted to speak to you, I hope you're ok and keeping safe. I, I miss you Jane and I…I wish you were here." Maura though how uncharacteristic this was of her. Jane would no doubt panic when she heard the message, she probably needed to rectify that. "I'm fine Jane, I think not having our DVD evening has unsettled me! Please don't feel like you need to call back. Take care and I'll see you soon." Maura threw her mobile across to the other side of the couch like it was burning her. She must have sounded ridiculous.

Jane chewed her bottom lip as she listened to Maura's very un-Maura like message. She seemed very clear with her 'please don't feel like you need to call me' which made Jane want to do exactly that.

"Hey Rizzoli!"

"Huh?"

"Benson's waiting for you. Cap reckons two women interrogating will send the bastard over the edge."

"I'm on my way. Stabler you better have a decent cup of coffee waiting for me when I get back." Jane tied her hair up and made her way to the interrogation room. The suspect hadn't been brought in yet but Olivia was waiting, hands in pockets, pacing. "Hey, how do you want to play this?" Olivia looked at her closely,

"You ok Jane?"

"Yeah, peachy – why?" Olivia shrugged.

"I don't want this to be difficult or awkward."

"It's not. Come on we've got a serial killer to nail. Anything else can wait." The two women looked up as the door opened and their cuffed suspect was led in.

"Doc you're killin' me, come on there must be something."

"Detective Frost I have informed you of many things in my report but I'm afraid I can't tell you what you want to hear. The DNA does not match and the angle of entry strongly suggests a right-handed person of approximately 5ft 11''. I know that does not match your suspect."

"Man! I'm going for a break!" Frost stalked out, clearly frustrated, leaving Maura and Korsak in the pen.

"Well, I'd better get back to the morgue. I have some more reports to finish."

"Hang on Doctor Isles I'll walk with you." Korsak followed Maura as she walked towards the lifts. "How are you?"

"I'm fine thank you Detective." In the safety of the lift Korsak laid a hand on Maura's arm.

"Maura. Judging by the dark circles under your eyes I'm thinking you're not." Maura sighed.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Ok, I'm not gonna make you but it might help."

"Until Jane gets home, I don't think there's anything that can be achieved."

"Well Cavanaugh said Jane's Captain in New York, Cragen I think his name was. He thinks they're pretty close. I don't think she'll be away for much longer doc."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and you know Jane won't stay away a minute longer than she has to. Hang on in there, and if you do decide you want to talk you know where I am."

Maura sat in her lounge with Jo Friday beside her. She turned the page in her book, not tonight a medical journal but her favourite – Sense and Sensibility. She knew it so well that it required no brain power to read it. It gave her comfort to read it, it was like an old friend. When her phone rang it was with a huge amount of reluctance that it was picked up.

"Doctor Isles."

"Don't you check displays anymore?"

"Jane!"

"Yep, Maura – it's over." There was the unmistakable sound of Jane chocking back a sob "We got him."

"Oh Jane, that's wonderful news, I'm so pleased."

"I can't believe it's over, don't get me wrong I'm not disappointed it is but I'm not sure what to do with myself."

"Jane you can do whatever you want, you've earned it. Have a break, drink beer, sleep."

"There's only one thing I want."

"Oh?" Maura's heart fluttered like a tiny bird, wondering if what Jane wanted matched with what she was currently thinking.

"I want to come home, right now, and sit with you on the couch pretending we are watching a DVD when actually all we're doing is just 'being'."

"That sounds perfect to me Jane. I have missed you." The phone was quiet for a few moments though Maura could pick out the sounds of Jane trying to stifle a few more sobs. "Jane?"

"Sorry – some bad ass detective I am. I should be with the others downing shots."

"It's natural to have an emotional response to the completion of an investigation like the one you have been involved in. You're a detective who follows their instincts and heart Jane and you have the biggest heart of anyone. If you were a 'bad ass' as you put it, you wouldn't be you."

"I guess, thanks Maura. I've got paperwork but as soon as I know my flight I'll let you know."

"Ok Jane."

"Maur, can you let Ma know and tell her that I'm fine, please try and get her not to ring me I don't have the strength for her 'concern'."

"Of course. Sleep now Jane, you did it."

"Yeah, good night Maur." Maura realised long after Jane had gone that she was still holding the phone against her chest. Jane was coming home, she'd been away for almost a fortnight but to Maura it felt like months. Everything had changed, the world had turned for her. She felt part of her had always known that Jane could be more than just a friend. She knew that the term 'friend' did not cover what they had and what they shared. How she was going to tackle this with Jane was another matter. In her mind she had told Jane of her feelings in many different ways. Most of the time Jane beamed and picked her up, swinging her around in a loving embrace. However in some scenarios, the one's when she woke up in a cold sweat, Jane rejected her. 'It's too late Maura', 'I've changed my mind', 'I don't believe you mean it'. Maura shook her head trying to rid herself of the thoughts of what imaginary Jane may say.