Alright guys! I'm glad you're all enjoying this story! Fair warning, this chapter is pure angst! But I promise, the next chapter will be better! I have a good feel for where I want this story to go!

Disclaimer: If I owned Rizzoli and Isles, I wouldn't be writing Fanfiction!

"Oh God today sucks!" Jane groaned as she sat back in her desk chair. "Is there a reason Cavanaugh has us buried six feet under a stack of damn paperwork?" she ran her hands over her face.

"We wouldn't have as much if you hadn't said that you'd do the Doc's paper work too." Korsack said from behind his computer screen.

"Thank you, one man peanut gallery." Jane snapped.

"Why did you offer to do her work anyway?" Frost asked.

Because I don't want to go down there and see her. "I bit off more than I could chew I guess." She sighed.

"You put the whole damn thing in your mouth, that's what you did." Korsack stated.

"Again, peanut gallery. Very stressful." She gestured to the older detective.

"Would you just go down there and tell her you need help? We need the tox reports on Flanagin anyway."

"Yeah, just kill two birds with one stone." Frost chimed in.

I'd rather kill myself. "Why can't you do it?" she asked.

Korsack stood a little straighter. "Your ma's on break. I owe her a cup of coffee."

"You what?" Jane asked. "Wait-my MA?!"

"Yes your Ma. Now if you'll excuse me-" he made his way over to the elevator.

"Alright Frost what about you?"

"I-"

"Detective Frost, a word please." Cavanaugh poked his head out of his office."

"Does that answer your question?" Frost stood and retreated to Cavanaugh's office.

Damnit. So close. So very, very close.

Jane reluctantly stood, grabbed the miscellaneous paperwork, and made her way to the elevator. Why am I doing this? She pushed the button several times. As the doors closed behind her she leaned her head against the wall. It had been a four days since the 'incident' or at least that's what Jane was calling it. For the most part she had been able to avoid Maura. Every once in a while she would get a whiff of the Doctor's sent as she passed by the café, which sent her mind into overload. Her body was still on fire from Maura's touch and no matter how many times she showered, it was still there. The elevator bell dinged, signaling the end of the all too short ride. What am I going to say? What am I going to DO? She sighed and looked at her watch. 12:30. Hmm, maybe she took an early lunch-Dear God please let her be at lunch. Jane quickly exited the elevator and made her way into the morgue. Please please please please please-

"Good afternoon Detective." Senior Criminalist Suzie Chang said from behind her desk.

"Afternoon Suzie." Jane paused. "Is Dr. Isles here?" Please say no Please say no PLEASE SAY NO! I'm not ready for this!

"She just got back from lunch."

Jane cringed inwardly. "Thank you Suzie."

"You're welcome Detective."

Well here it is Jane. The moment of truth. Her heart was hammering in her chest. Eww are my palms-sweaty? Jane mentally kicked herself. Calm yourself Rizzoli.

Jane entered the morgue slowly. She found Maura standing over their latest victim. John Flanagin. Alright here goes noth-

"Is there something wrong with me Jane?" Maura asked suddenly.

"Uh-wha-what do you mean?" she asked hesitantly.

"You know what I mean-" she stated matter of factly.

"Care to elaborate?" Jane asked.

"Hmm, let's see shall we?" Maura ripped off her gloves and threw them into the tray. "You sleep with me, and then you decide to try and ravish me on my couch, which sadly, I really enjoyed, and then after all that, you leave me." She leaned against the table. "So I want to know, what's wrong with me."

"Maura-" Jane started.

"And don't lie to me. That's the last thing I need." She spat.

"There's nothing wrong with you Maura. I just-" Jane stopped and sighed.

"You what Jane?" she crossed her arms and shifted all her weight onto one foot.

"I can't feel this way Maura. I just-I just can't do this with you!" Jane grabbed the file from the table and began to leave the morgue.

"You know what Jane?" Maura asked, tears in her eyes.

"What?" she turned on her heel.

The Doctor shook her head. "Never mind."

"Maura-" Jane slowly approached.

"Get out of my morgue Jane!" Maura shouted.

Jane jumped when the doctor raised her voice. "Fine." She hustled out of the morgue and sprinted to the elevator. Maura's soft sobs were all she heard as the doors closed.

There it is! I swear the next chapter will be a little lighter! The makeup is the best part right!? As always reviews are appreciated, as well as criticism! I love your feedback so-give me some!