Jane was sitting down, her right hand resting on an extremely restless right knee that bounced quicker and quicker with each passing second. She rolled her eyes and switched sides, her left knee resuming the previous pace.

"Detective Rizzoli?" the assistant called out.

Jane looked up at the sound of her name.

"Dr. Patterson will see you now," she said as she motioned to the door to her left.

"Thanks," Jane mumbled as she rose from her seat and headed to the door. She entered after a brief knock to see a woman sitting in a large, plush chair in front of her.

"Hello Detective Rizzoli," the woman spoke as she rose from her seat. "My name is Hannah Patterson; I'm the in-house psychologist for the Boston Police Department. Please, take a seat," she said.

"Jane Rizzoli," Jane muttered as she sat down across from the older woman. Hannah Patterson looked to be in her mid-fifties, shorter than Jane and petite, yet not as slim as the detective. Jane looked directly into blue, calm eyes.

"First off… would it be alright if I called you Jane, or do you prefer detective?"

"Jane is fine."

"Alright, Jane. You may call me Hannah if you'd like. I want you to be as comfortable as possible while you're here."

Jane nodded.

"So I understand you and I will be having several sessions together," the therapist began.

"It seems like it," Jane responded, her dislike of the situation evident.

"You don't believe you need these sessions?" Hannah asked her upfront.

"Honestly, I don't know at this point. I hadn't had any difficulties, aside from dealing with my hands," Jane said as she raised her palms. "Apparently I've been having nightmares that I don't remember and that is the reason why I'm here today."

"How do you know of their existence?"

"My partner – my girlfriend, she tells me that I talk in my sleep and sometimes thrash out. I am worried that my behavior is endangering her and I don't want that to be the case. I don't want her to be in any danger because of me."

"So you've never woken up in the middle of a nightmare?"

"No, I haven't," Jane replied more forcefully.

Hannah began scribbling some notes on a pad she had at her side. It annoyed Jane that she couldn't see what was being written down.

"There are different ways we can go from here," Hannah began. "I don't know which you would feel most comfortable with… I feel as if you don't want to be here at all."

"I don't," Jane admitted. "I don't have a choice. In order to return to fully duty, I have to get the 'all clear' from you. I don't think I need therapy. I had an encounter with a serial killer we were after, I got hurt, he got shot and now he's rotting in jail. End of story."

"Do you really believe it ends there, Jane? From what you've told me regarding your nightmares, this goes so much deeper than that. Charles Hoyt –"

"How do you know his name?" Jane questioned with an accusing tone.

"It was all over the news," Hannah replied. "BPD also gave me a copy of your file before I saw you to get a better understanding of your position and history in the department."

Jane had to bite her tongue to stop from lashing out at the therapist. She didn't agree with the way things were being done, she felt trapped with nowhere to go.

"Jane, it's clear to me you don't want to be here; but as you said, you don't have a choice in the matter. Why don't we try to make the most of this? Perhaps you can gain some insight into yourself, into your career. You may be able to get something out of these mandatory sessions. The only way this is going to work is if you try; you have to put in the effort."

Jane mulled over Hannah's words in her head. She had to admit, the woman had a point. The thought of baring her very self was not something she was looking forward to doing, especially to a complete stranger. She closed her eyes and all she could see was Maura's face. She didn't need a second longer to decide.

"What do I have to do?" she asked, ready to take on whatever she needed to.

Jane walked into Maura's house more worn out than she had been in quite some time. Though the work she'd just put in had not been physical of any kind, she was exhausted, mentally and physically. She felt as if she couldn't move a muscle without it bringing some kind of discomfort.

"Jane, I wasn't expecting you until later. How did everything go?" Maura asked her as she walked into the living room.

Jane dropped down onto the sofa next to her girlfriend, letting her tired body indicate more than words could.

"It was that bad?" Maura asked, lips tight in concern.

"It wasn't enjoyable, I'll tell you that. My neck is hurting bad," Jane said as she reached the back of her neck and began to massage it.

"Here, let me," Maura said as she brought soft, firm hands to Jane neck and began to rub it in soothing circles.

"God Maura, that feels so much better!" Jane said as she moaned and moved into the surgeon's touch.

"You're so tense Jane, I can feel the knots in your upper body. Try to relax, let's see if we can work out some of the tension," she said as she continued to work the affected area.

Jane closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Maura's hands on her. The blonde was being careful at not applying too much pressure, it seemed like she knew to apply just enough to get Jane to calm down significantly. The brunette exhaled with a large sigh, contentment clear.

"There, I can feel the change," Maura said conversationally as she continued rubbing. "Do you want to talk about your session?"

Jane shook her head. "No, not right now. Right now I just want to focus on what you're doing because it feels so wonderful."

Jane felt Maura's chuckle; tingles went down her neck as she felt the hot air on her.

"I'm good Maur, thanks," she said as she made to turn towards her girlfriend. Maura stopped her ministrations immediately and made eye contact with the woman who held her heart. Jane said nothing. She sat before Maura, just taking it all in. She looked at Maura's face and body, memorizing every feature, every freckle as if she hadn't done it a million times before. She took Maura's hands in hers and brought them to her lips, kissing them one at a time. "Your hands are magic," she said. "They have healing powers I'd never witnessed before." Maura just smiled at Jane, taking in the compliment. Before she knew what was happening, Jane pulled her close and kissed her full on the lips with everything she had.

There were no words to describe the want, the need that was communicated with that kiss. Maura could feel Jane's heart beating fast as they continued to kiss. They were still seated, wrapped up in one another, when Jane pulled back before putting their foreheads together.

"I want you. You've no idea how badly I want you right now," she said, breathing heavily.

"I think I have an idea," Maura replied. "I want you just as badly."

Chests rose and fell quickly as both let out shaky breaths.

"I'm here Maura. I'm here and I'm all yours. Take me."

So we've reached this point. I'd like to know how many of you would be interested in a chapter covering their first time. The story could continue as is, with a mention of it and no rating change. I'm open to both and would like you, my readers, to voice your opinion. Thanks for reading and for the continued support!