A/N – Okay Rizzles lovers, sorry it has taken so long to post. Technical difficulties and exams sort of took over. I have been writing a few chapters a head so I will be trying to up-date a bit more frequently. And I have now finished school so I should have plenty of time. Hopefully. Anyway, enjoy the chapter. I hope it was worth the wait. MAURA'S VIEW.

A gentle hand brushed the hair from my neck. Soft, subtle lips pressed themselves to my neck. They slowly glided over to the spot on my neck that sent my head spinning. I had to bite my lips to keep myself from letting out a moan of great pleasure. Every fibre in my body was telling me to give in. then I heard that low, raspy, Italian voice.

"I have no words to say how I feel for you. But I've been told that actions can speak much louder than words." Her lips came back into contact with my neck and continued their attack.

"Jane…" my breath caught at the back of my throat. "Jane, please."

"Sssshh. Just go with it." My core was practically screaming at me to do as she says, but my brain won out over my heart. I pushed Jane back and took off the blindfold. I needed to look her in the eyes when I said what was needed.

"Jane, you said that the other night was 'a mistake'"

"Maura I…" I raised my hand to silence her, and she complied without any resistance.

"I am not going to lose another job because there was a student looking to get experimental with the queer teacher. I needed to know that you wanted to do this. I guess I thought wrong." The hurt building in her eyes made it difficult for me to continue, but I knew I needed to say this. "Jane, I don't owe you an explanation, however you owe me one. And all of this…" I motioned to the gym and the blindfold still firmly grasped in my hand. "This doesn't qualify as a sufficient explanation."

A single drop fell from Jane's eye, and I could feel them beginning to build in mine. I dropped the blindfold on the floor and walked towards the gym door and as I stood in the doorway I turned and faced Jane and spoke my final words. "I meant what I said that night. But I seriously hope you didn't mean what you said next." And on that note I left.

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I sat in my desk chair in my classroom, trying desperately to fight back the tears pushing behind my eyes. The first bell of the day went, and as I was gathering myself I knocked over one of the folder that was carefully balanced on my desk. As I was picking up the scattered papers, I noticed a sheet that I didn't recognise. It read,

Roses are red. Violets are blue,

I love Jane. Apparently so do you.

Stay away and be aware,

A person such as you should always take care.

What was this? Some kind of warning note? It couldn't have been from Jane, and I certainly didn't recognise the hand writing. Should I show Jane? Before I could answer any of my on questions, my students from the first class entered the room. I tucked the note into my jacket pocket. I moved to address the class.

"If you could all please take your seat we can get started straight away."

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Thankfully I didn't have to teach Jane today. I don't think I could have handled her boring her eyes into me for the whole lesson. But by the time the last bell went, I had decided that it would be a god idea to show Jane the note I mysteriously received. It mentioned her by name; she had a right to know. I found Jane out on the baseball field practising her batting. She had clearly spotted me, because she let the ball fly right past her. She made her way off home plate and into the tea dug out. As she picked up her bag I made my way round to meet her half way. We both stopped and stood a good few feet from each other.

"I don't know what you want me to say." Her voice was so broken when she spoke.

"I'm not here for an apology, but I am going to get one eventually." Jane tilted her head in a questioning form. "I'm here because I received this, this morning from an anonymous sender." I retrieved the letter from my pocket as I took a step closer. I extended the letter to Jane. As she grabbed for the letter she brushed her fingers over mine. It was intentional, I could tell but the way they lingered there for a moment. And I felt as though I never wanted them to leave. This whole not seeing her may be harder than I originally thought. Once she had taken it and read it her face turned defensive, as did her tone.

"I didn't send this if that's what you're accusing me of." I can't believe she would think I would accuse her of such a thing. But I still had to remain calm.

"No Jane, that's not why I'm here, I thought it might be in your best interests to see this seeing as how you were directly mentioned in it." Her gaze returned back to the note and now it showed fear and curiosity.

"Who would send you this?"

"I would lie to know just as much as the next person."

"I recognise the handwriting, but I couldn't tell you who's it is. I wish I could be more help." She handed the note back to me. "I really am sorry." Something in her eyes told me she wasn't speaking out the note anymore.

"I know." Those were the two hardest words that had ever rolled from my lips. I certainly didn't think they would be the last. Jane took a step closer. I could now feel her warm breath rolling down my chest. My breath hitched in my lungs and I struggled to keep my eyes fixed on Jane.

"Just tell me what I need to do, and I'll do it."

"It's not what you need to do Jane. It's what you should do. And it's not something I can tell you. You have to work it out for yourself." With that I turned and walked away. My chest instantly chilled from the loss of Jane's breath. As I walked back to my room I kept asking myself,

Am I doing the right thing?

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A/N – Okay, I hope that was worth the wait. Please leave me comments and reviews; I always like hearing what you all have to say. Thanks.