Jane awoke to find herself teetering at the edge of her bed. She groggily lifted up her head to find Maura splayed out on her stomach, arms and feet out like a starfish. Jane couldn't help but laugh. For all of Maura's poise and elegance, she slept like a barbarian, laying claim over the entire bed. Jane carefully pulled up Maura's right hand, which was lying across her stomach, and eased her way out of the bed.

As she walked towards her shower, the memory of last night began to replay in her head. Jane's stomach tensed up. Had they crossed a line? The only way to really sum up the night was... "intimate." But, no, Maura was in a bad place, and she needed comforting. Jane provided that. Perhaps it wasn't the approach most people would take, but Maura and Jane weren't most people.

As she stepped into the shower, letting the water run over her shoulders, she reconfirmed that she did everything right. Maura pointed out again and again the neglect she felt in her life, and Jane needed to show her how extraordinary she was. And that display needed to be physical. It certainly hadn't been the first time she told Maura to distance herself from her past and to know that she was a kind and caring individual. But what was missing from the past conversations had been the proof. Jane needed to prove to her that she was no longer neglected. Prove that her feelings and insecurities should not only be voiced, but heard. She needed to show her that it was okay to be vulnerable, because Jane was there to reaffirm her abilities.

As she began to work the shampoo into a lather, she couldn't help but question where this left them now. Would Maura feel awkward when she awoke? For that matter, would Jane? Had they crossed some line that would change their friendship?

No, Jane thought, rinsing the last of the suds out. I was there when she needed me. I gave her what she was looking for - comfort. Jane bit her lip. Comfort wasn't the word. She showed her love.

Maura stirred from her slumber, reaching out for the warm body that had been beside her all night. Finding the bed empty, she quickly raised her head and surprised herself when she realized she was not in her own bedroom. Acclimating to her surroundings, she realized that she was in Jane's bed, and the body that she so naturally attempted to pull herself closer to would have been Jane. For a moment she panicked, as last night raced through her head. It was all a bit of a blur, her emotions from the night clouding her memory. She recalled her anger and eventual breakdown. She remembered Jane's strong arms consoling her. Her confession of love and support.

The empty bed made Maura's heart race. She knew Jane wouldn't leave her, like so many before her had, but she felt her stomach tighten at the thought that she may have scared Jane away. What she feared even more was the thought that Jane might have scared herself away. They had fallen asleep together. It certainly wasn't the first time, but last night was unlike any other. They had fallen asleep in one another's arms.

Maura's thoughts were pushed away as she heard the shower shut off. Maura smiled at her own insecurities. Of course Jane hadn't left.

"Hey," Jane smiled.

"Hi."

Jane fidgeted, trying to figure out how to break the ice. As if on cue, her phone rang.

"Rizzoli," she said, as her opened her dresser drawers for clothes and secured her towel.

Maura reached for her own phone, expecting a call to inform her that a body had been found. No call came. She looked back up to Jane.

"Yeah," Jane continued, and turned towards Maura, still speaking to her caller, "Okay. I'll ask her."

Maura raised an eyebrow, when she realized Jane was referring to her. She strained her ears to make out the conversation.

"Yeah we should meet up, away from the precinct. Dirty Robber? Okay. See you then."

Jane hung up her phone and stared back at Maura.

"That was Korsak. Maura, I completely forgot about what you told us when we came to see you. You said there was a dirty cop in BPD. Did you find out anything else?"

It took Maura a second to being herself back to that conversation. It felt like years ago. "Yes, the guard, she informed me that I would always be protected, because Doyle's men were everywhere. I told her that I work for Boston P.D. and had plenty of protection, and she said Doyle had a man working on the inside, relaying information to him about me."

"Oh my god. Did she say who?"

Maura shook her head. "It's terrifying. Being watched and not knowing it."

Jane sat down on the side of the bed. Maura felt the same yearning as last night. She was half a foot away from Jane, but it felt like miles. She so desperately wanted Jane to reach out and rub her back again. She willed herself to look back into Jane's eyes.

"We're going to take care of it, okay? Korsak and Frost already began looking into it this morning. We'll start reviewing the background checks on the whole department. See if any of them had connections to..."

Jane's thoughts trailed off as she started putting pieces together. "Maura, how could I be so stupid?" She rubbed her eyebrows and tossed her hair out of her face. She stood up, muttering, "I've got to go."

Maura searched Jane's face. "What is it? What did you realize?"

"Think about it. Who began working here the second Doyle was put in jail? Who would have dealt with Doyle personally over the last few years given his job title? God, I can't believe this. Both sides would get to go home happy! They must have been at this for years!" Jane walked back into the bathroom to change.

Watching Jane walk away, Maura put the pieces together. "You don't think - Martinez?"

"Come on," she shouted from behind the bathroom door, "it makes so much sense. He magically shows up right when Doyle needs him there. He and Doyle both benefit if Martinez can put away the other drug gangs, making Doyle the only supplier."

"A mutually beneficial relationship..." Maura brought a hand to her mouth. "Do you really think it's him? I mean, you worked together!"

"Don't remind me," Jane all but growled, reemerging from the bathroom, fully dressed. "After I left the drug unit for homicide, Martinez went under cover. Maybe it happened then. I need to talk to Korsak. He's known him longer than I have. I'll have to see of I can get Cavanaugh to pull up his files when he was undercover."

Jane, lost in her thoughts, had already reached for the doorknob before she turned back to realize Maura was still in her bed. She turned back and walked over to the bed, bending down to a crouching position. It reminded her of when she bent down near Maura's couch, having found the doctor out of sorts nearly two days ago. She placed a hand on her bent knee and looked up at her.

"Let me drop you off at your place. You don't need to worry about all of this. I'll talk to Korsak and Frost and stop by for lunch. I'll get two uniforms to stand by outside of your house, okay?"

Maura nodded and placed a hand on top of Jane's, which was still resting on her knee.

"Please find him. Any connection to Doyle just puts me in more danger. I don't want to have anything to do with him."

"I will," she whispered, giving Maura's hand a tight squeeze. She lowered her voice as she looked down at their intertwined fingers, "and I'll make him pay."

A/N: Bet y'all thought I forgot all about the actual plot, huh? I'll just give a warning that I plan on taking this story in a different direction than 4x05, and I think it's going to be juicy!

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