Two days into Jane's return home had her teetering on the edge of insanity. While she appreciated her mother's help, Angela's helicopter attitude was driving her crazy. There were times when she just wanted to lay in bed or on the couch and watch some TV. Angela was constantly questioning her whether or not if she was alright or needed anything and was comfortable.

"Ma! Cut it out, will ya?!" Jane yelled at her mother from a couple of feet away.

"I'm your mother Jane, do not yell at me!"

"I realize you're my mother but for Pete's sake will you just stop already?! I'm alright. I don't need you to asking me if I'm ok every other minute. I understand you're trying to help but this is too much!"

"Jane, there are still things that you need my help with. Please, be reasonable; I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Please ma, just stop, alright? I'm just gonna sit here and watch some TV. If I feel like it later, I'll go over and take a nap. I can do those things on my own. Why don't you go for a walk or something? Get outta the house. You must be tired of being here."

"I'm just here to help but alright Jane. I understand you need your space. I'll be back in a little while sweetheart." Angela grabbed her purse and began making her way outside.

"Thank you ma. I'll see you in a while." The sound of the door closing was like heaven to Jane's ears. She finally sat back against the cushions and relaxed. After an hour or so, she got bored of watching TV and decided that a nap didn't sound like a bad idea. She rose from her spot on the couch and made her way towards her bedroom, figuring that a dream featuring a certain hazel-eyed blonde wouldn't harm anyone.

Jane sat on the edge of her bed and thought about the events of the past few days. Yes, her situation royally sucked and she would give just about anything to have full function of her hands once more without having to go through what she did. There was a part of her however, that tried to see the bright side in all of this. If she was going to have to live through it, then at least she had an amazing surgeon. Yes... Maura Isles seemed to have pulled off an exceptional surgery which would get her back to work, back to her life. There was more to it than that though. She felt mesmerized by Maura every time she laid eyes on her. Something about Maura made her feel at ease, comfortable and relaxed. She loved the way Maura's slight dimples would show when the blonde smiled at her, or the way her eyes shone bright when she spoke about something she felt passionate about.

Yet there was a problem: Jane was still her patient. That set up a boundary that ought not to be crossed. If she thought about it though, she wouldn't be Maura's patient forever. There would come a time when she would be released to a physical therapist and pending any other tests, she and Maura would be done, at least in a professional manner. There's something there, Jane. She must see it, feel it too. She didn't want to become the patient that was beyond bothersome on her surgeon, but she knew she needed to see the blonde again, and that waiting the additional three days to see her was just not going to do it.

Her phone taunted her from the nightstand beside her. She had asked Angela to store Maura's information on the phone so that they didn't have to go looking for her business card in case she needed to be called. Still unable to grip anything, she lifted the phone by semi-cradling it between her hands and sat it in front of her. She thanked her lucky stars for Siri. After staring at her phone for a couple more minutes, she held the home button until the voice recognition system picked up.

"Call Maura Isles," she spoke clearly into the phone.

The phone beeped and worked at deciphering her request. Calling Maura Isles.

Once the phone began to ring, Jane tapped on the icon that said 'speaker' and lowered her head to get closer to the phone.

"This is Dr. Isles."

Jane's eyes went wide at the realization that Maura had actually answered the phone. Flabbergasted, she tried to regain her voice.

"Hello?" Maura stated into the phone.

Jane cleared her throat then berated herself for having done so. "Dr. Isles! Hello. This is Jane Rizzoli," she spoke into the phone.

"Jane, hello. What a surprise. Is everything alright?"

She could sense the worry in Maura's tone of voice. "Yes, I'm ok. I'm sorry to bother you, I just had a question," Jane rolled her eyes at herself. She should've thought this through.

"What were you wondering about?" Maura's voice changed as she relaxed.

Jane thought quickly. "Uh… well you see… I've been experiencing a lot of pain on the center of my palms… I notice that it's been getting worse with the weather these last couple of days and uh… I was wondering if you had any idea why that was?" She mentally slapped herself.

"Hmm, well there are different reasons why that could be, though one of the most common in a case such as yours is due to nerve damage. When that occurs, you tend to be a lot more sensitive when it comes to cold and changes in temperature or air pressure. It may only be temporary but you are just out of surgery. There are times when this goes away on its own and others when it lingers even once the scars have completely healed."

"So you're saying this is something I may get stuck with for the rest of my life?" Jane asked, now worried about the doctor's answer.

"I can't say for sure Jane, and I don't like to guess. There is no way to determine that until more time has passed."

"Oh," Jane replied, crestfallen.

"I wish I could give you better news or at least a straight answer," Maura replied, a more serious tone to her voice.

"It's alright. I guess I should start getting used to bad news," Jane replied. "It still sucks."

"How is everything else? Are you and your mother getting along alright? You mentioned she has a tendency to hover."

"Oh my God does the woman hover! She's driving me crazy! I don't know what I'm going to do for the next however long it is until I can fend for myself!"

Maura chuckled into the phone and Jane's mood brightened immediately.

"Come on, she can't be that bad," Maura reasoned.

"You haven't lived with her," Jane deadpanned. "Seriously, I need to get away from her, out of this house. There's nothing I can do though," she replied sadly.

Maura's pager suddenly beeped. "Jane, I'm so sorry, I have a surgery in 15 minutes. I have to go, but listen. I'm sure your relationship with your mother will get better with time. How bad is your pain right now?"

"I'm at a 9 or so, it's really bad and the medication isn't helping."

"If it's the nerve damage, the medication I prescribed will not do anything to alleviate your pain. This surgery should only take about 3 hours. If you are able to come to the hospital I can examine you to make sure you're alright and give you a prescription for a different type of medication. Do you think you'll be able to come in?"

"Yes, I can. I'd really like to see you, I mean, to get something for my pain," Jane replied. She wanted to hit her head against the wall.

Maura laughed lightly into the phone once more. "I'd like to see you too and get you something for your pain. Can you be here at 4:30? I'll be out of surgery by then. My office is on the fourth floor, room 428. I'll meet you there, alright?"

"Ok, I'll see you at 4:30. Thank you Doctor Isles… Maura."

"It's my pleasure. I'll see you later today Jane. I have to go into surgery now. Good-bye."

"Bye," Jane replied.

The call disconnected and she sat back once more, relishing in the fact that she would see Maura in a few hours once more.

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