A/N: Hey everyone! Welcome back to another chapter! Hope you all liked the last one. I was happy to read all your reviews, they make me happy! :) On another note however. For everyone who read She's The Man - Or Not, I have decided to either do a sequel, or an epilogue, although I have no idea which one to do. So keep an eye out for that! Anyway, on with this story! Oh, and for everyone who said that Jane is an ass in this story, this is about the last chapte where she is an ass. I mean, Maura did run her over so... couldn't have her forgive and forget just like that right? So, without further ado, enjoy!

The day stretched on and Jane's mood wasn't getting any better. And apparently her partners had noticed because she hadn't heard another comment about the Doctor after Jane had threatened to shoot both of them after her wrist had healed. She sighed as she leaned back in her chair. Looking around, she found herself pretty much alone in the bull pen. Korsak and Frost were following up on a lead and apparently everyone had gotten the memo about Jane. Stay as far away as you could.

Footsteps pulled Jane from her thoughts and she looked up just in time to see Maura coming into view. She scowled, averting her eyes back to the screen. If she would just pretend she didn't hear or see her she would go away. Right?

But Jane never had such luck. When bad things happened they always tormented her months later. Maura walked up to her desk.

"Detective Rizzoli. Could you give this to Detective Frost when he returns? It involves the case he's currently working on." Jane narrowed her eyes as she looked up at the Doctor.

Her face exuded professionalism, not showing any kind of emotion. Her eyes held a confidence Jane hadn't seen before. The woman she had met was small, fragile, scared. Eyeing the folder in Maura's hand, she motioned to lay it down on her desk. When the honey blonde didn't give any indication to doing so, she raised an eyebrow, silently asking what her problem was.

"I'd rather not have this folder get mixed up with all the others. You're desk doesn't show any sign of order. Who knows where this could end up?" The Detective let out a sharp laugh, effectively scaring Maura.

"Then why the hell did you ask me to keep it for him? His desk is right there y'know. Just leave it there and I'll tell him what it's for when he gets back. Now if you don't mind I have a lot of work to get to." Promptly ignoring Maura, Jane went back to work.

The Doctor seemed to move in slow motion, keeping her eyes solely fixed on the Detective. As she put the file down on Frost's desk, she frowned. She had been nervous about seeing Jane at work. Especially after what had happened the last time she saw her. But she figured that after a week the Detective would have been able to forgive her and move on. She didn't seem so lucky as it turned out. But she would be damned if she would let her treat her like some kind of misfit who couldn't do anything right.

She turned on her heel, leaving the Detective alone. As she waited for the elevator to take her down to the morgue, she wondered how Jane and Angela could be so different. In the first week she had started her job she had learned that Angela worked in the café. She was hesitant at first, afraid the woman would ignore her. But as she got up the courage to go to the counter to get something that was actually worth calling a drink, she found that Angela wasn't mad at her at all. She was quick to forgive the honey blonde for everything that happened. After that day, the two found themselves striking up a conversation every time Maura came by.

The elevator took her down to her office, where she sat down behind her computer. She had some cases she had to tie up before the Detectives could officially close them. There were no autopsies at the moment so Maura had plenty of time to get to work. However, not even five minutes later Jane stormed in, slamming the folder she had left on Frost's desk down on her own.

"What the fuck is this?" Maura frowned at the folder, before looking up into Jane's angry eyes.

"My report for the Dawson case."

"Gee, I hadn't figured that out yet. What I meant is why does it say here that the murder weapon is a Smith & Wesson knife while the other report clearly states it was a kitchen knife?" Maura blinked rapidly.

Had she messed up somewhere? Had she mixed up the murder weapon? Thoughts started swarming her mind. What had she done?

"Well?!" The booming sound of Jane's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She was always so careful in her findings, double checking everything before even thinking of handing it over to the Detectives. She had never made such a mistake before.

"I-I don't know." She felt heat rise to her cheeks, felt tears pricking just behind her eyes. She wasn't going to cry. Not in front of Jane. Not again.

"Let me check both reports and I'll correct my mistake. I'm very sorry detective. It won't happen again." Jane relaxed somewhat, seeing the change in Maura's demeanor.

"Good. Come back with the right report this time." Maura watched Jane leave her office before she let the tears fall.

Evening was just falling in when Maura entered the bull pen again. Both Detective Korsak and Frost were back and Maura felt herself relax slightly at the sight of them. Having been alone with Jane made her feel on edge. Made her feel scrutinized. Especially after the Detective came down to her office pointing out a crucial error. To be honest, she had been waiting all day for someone to come down to her and ask her what the hell she was thinking. But no one had come. She had finished the report hours ago, but she was hesitant to go back up there. Eventually she had told herself not to let the Detective get to her like that and focus on her job. That was the reason she was there anyway.

"Doctor Isles. Do you have the report on our vic?" Maura smiled pleasantly at Detective Korsak, before handing the file over.

"I'm sorry I didn't come by sooner. It took a little longer than I had expected." Korsak waved it away, opening the folder. He glanced at Frost.

"Told you it was a Smith & Wesson Frost. You're buying me a drink tonight." Frost grumbled under his breath.

Maura frowned. We're they betting on what the murder weapon was? Korsak's laugh brought her out of her trance.

"Frost was sure it was a simple kitchen knife. He even went as far as to write it up in his preliminary report. Gotta stop being so naïve kid. Good thing we have the Doc here to clean up your mistakes." Frost glared at the man.

"Better young and naïve than old and fat." Maura tuned out the rest of their bantering as her eyes slowly slid over to where Jane sat. She looked as if she wished she were anywhere but here. She narrowed her eyes.

"Detective Rizzoli. May I have a word please?" Korsak and Frost's bantering died down as their eyes went from Maura to Jane and back.

Jane sighed as she stood up, hiding a wince. Walking out of the bull pen, she followed Maura into one of the empty interrogation rooms. Crossing her arms, she gazed at the Doctor. Maura cleared her throat.

"I don't appreciate what you just did detective." Jane merely raised an eyebrow.

"And what did I do? I didn't run you over with my car. Didn't buy you a fruit basket to buy your forgiveness. So what did I do?" Her words stung, but Maura didn't let it show. She kept her mask on. She was done letting others make her feel miserable.

"You told me I made a mistake. One that is crucial to the case detective Frost and Korsak are working on at the moment. I started to second guess myself. I couldn't believe I had made such a mistake. But then I come up here and it turns out that I didn't make a mistake. So tell me detective. Does it make you feel good to make others feel miserable? Because I sure don't understand."

The silence was deafening. Maura waited for Jane to say something. Say anything. She had known this wasn't going to be easy. But she never thought it would be this hard. That this grown woman could act so childishly. The Detective cleared her throat, shuffling around awkwardly.

"Fine. So you didn't make a mistake. You still could've. You're not perfect." Maura shook her head.

"No, I am certainly not perfect. But I strive to be perfect when it comes to my job. And I would very much appreciate it if you would refrain from such childish acts from now on." She watched as Jane's face turned from awkward to angry within seconds.

"Childish acts? Are you seriously calling me childish?!"

"Yes, I am."

"You're the childish one if you start spouting around things like that."

"I'm not spouting around anything Jane. I am merely stating the obvious. If you want to resort to such things to make you feel better about yourself then you are childish. We are going to have to work together closely. And I understand if you haven't forgiven me yet, but you could at least act like the professional I've heard you are when we are at work." Maura huffed when she finished before storming out of the room, leaving a fuming Jane behind.

Fine. She would act like a professional at work, see if she could handle that. Throwing the door shut behind her, Jane stalked to her desk to grab her things.

"I'm going home." No one said a word as they watched the Detective walk out of the bull pen.

The next day was spend practically the same. Well, except for arguing with Maura of course. Jane kept her eyes and ears on the case her partners were working on, chipping in so now and then. She wasn't allowed to do this officially, but she knew they appreciated her help. It was after lunch when Maura came up, relaying the information she had about several fibers they had found on the Vic's clothing. Jane pretended to be busy as she listened to the Doctor's voice.

"So they're wool?" Jane glanced up at Frost.

"Well, cashmere actually."

"All of them?" Again Frost.

"Yes, they seem to be from different types of clothing, but they're all cashmere." Jane snorted.

"So it's the wife." She leaned back in her seat, joining in on the conversation.

"You can't just assume it's the wife detective." Jane grinned at Maura. You want me to be professional? Fine, I'll be professional.

"All you have to do is take a look at the pictures from the crime scene. The wife's on them. Just look at what she's wearing." She watched as all three heads turned to the board behind her, looking for the picture Jane was talking about.

Maura walked up to the board, letting her fingers trail over said picture. "Oh my."

"Does that look like the fibers you found?" Maura glanced over at Jane, drawing her eyebrows together.

"Well, I couldn't be a hundred percent sure without comparing the fibers to her clothing, but it seems to match, yes." Jane chose to ignore the comment.

"And does she have an alibi?" This time she turned to Frost, who quickly typed something on his keyboard.

"She told us she was home alone. She seemed so distraught that I didn't second guess it." Jane went on.

"And someone who can afford clothing like that is sure to own a home security system. See if it was armed at the time of death."

While Frost did his thing, Maura let her eyes wander over to Jane. She hadn't even been invested in the case. Not like Frost or Korsak were, but she seemed to remember the things that were important. She might just have closed this case. She sure did live up to her reputation.

"Got it!" Three heads turned his way. "It wasn't armed." Jane grinned.

"Then go get her." Frost quickly scampered out of his seat, Korsak hot on his heels.

Jane let her gaze fall on Maura. The two stared at each other for a moment.

"That was… impressive." Maura's words seemed to stir up a feeling of guilt in Jane. She looked down at her hands.

"I guess it is true what they say about you." This made Jane look up, her questioning eyes locking with Maura's. The Doctor shot her some sort of half smile. Jane wasn't sure what it meant.

"You're a very good detective." Jane could feel a heat start to rise up to her cheeks and she quickly averted her gaze, ducking her head. She heard a sigh.

"I am sorry for what I did Jane." The Detective swallowed.

"Don't." She rasped.

"Don't what?" Jane looked up.

"Don't do this." Maura looked confused, not understanding what was going on. All she was doing was try to say she was sorry.

"First you compliment me and then you say you're sorry. It doesn't work that way." Maura could hear the hesitation in Jane's voice.

"Then how does it work? Tell me how it works."

"I'm still mad at you damnit!" The scream got the attention of several officers around them. Jane quickly glared at them, effectively making them return to their work.

Maura kept her ground, waiting for Jane to continue. The Detective stood up, getting close to Maura.

"First you almost kill me. Then you have the nerve to drive with me to the hospital. Then you show up there and now you work at the same place as me! For all I know you're some kind of crazy stalker and you really did want me dead." Even though Jane started out strong, her anger quickly evaporated and she ended feeling insecure. It sounded crazy. Even to Jane, who had seen a lot of things in her life at BPD.

Maura saw and heard it. She licked her lips. "I assure you that I am not a stalker. Maybe I shouldn't have driven with you to the hospital, or showed up there, but I felt obliged to make sure you were okay." Her voice was soft. She tried to sound comforting.

"Why? Because if I did die you could step in and be all like 'I got this, don't worry!' or cover up what you did? You probably would've proposed to do the autopsy just to rule it an accident or something." Maura gave her an incredulous look.

"I went to the police as soon as I found out you were going to be okay. Why would I want to try and cover this up? It would only have led to something worse. Besides, I doubt I would've been allowed to do the autopsy seeing as I was the one who caused the accident." Again, the two stared at each other. Until Maura spoke up once more.

"Why didn't you press charges? I was at fault after all." Jane swallowed thickly.

Why she hadn't she pressed charges? She remembered having been asked the same question by an officer. It would've been easy to have her locked up. But she had simply said no at the time. Not really giving it any second thought. And after the officer had left she hadn't thought it about it any longer. But now that the question was posed again, she wasn't sure why she said no.

"I don't know. I guess I didn't want to go through all that shit." She averted her eyes, stuffing her right hand in her pocket.

Maura didn't say anything. What could she say? Thank you? For saving my career while I almost killed you? She coughed awkwardly, causing Jane's eyes to lock onto hers.

"Tell me how I can make this up to you… please." The vulnerability in Maura's voice made Jane take back the snappy remark that was on her tongue.

"Look. It happened all right? We can't change it. So let's drop it." Of course that would be too easy.

"I can't just drop it Jane. You have no idea what it meant to me when you didn't press charges. What it still means to me. Please, there has to be something I can do." The Detective studied the woman in front of her.

Right now, she was the same woman she had met two weeks ago. The same fragile, scared woman. Jane wondered if this was the real Maura. If this woman was always so scared, so sad. She sighed, running her right hand through her hair.

"You know what. Just… I don't know… cook for me or something. I can't do it and my Ma is driving me crazy by coming over every day." She wasn't even sure where this came from. Initially she had wanted to tell her to leave her alone. That that was what she could do for her. But something else made her say this. Something she wasn't even too sure of.

But when she saw the smile on the other woman's face, she felt a little less weird about it. And that's when she realized it. She literally just invited her over to her apartment for dinner. Fuck.

A/N: Hmm, looks like things are starting to get a bit more interesting. Let me know what you thought and next chapter will be up this Friday. Unless I do opt for the epilogue and it's finished by then. Anyway, make sure to check it out Friday! Enjoy your week!