A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome back to another chapter. I hope everyone had a great Easter. I know I did. Great weather as well. But that's not why you're here. Thank you to all that favorited, reviewed and followed. I hope this chapter will satisfy your needs until Friday! A little bit of everything in this one!

A week passed and the two women found a routine in nightly dinners at Jane's place. Maura would come over – bringing groceries with her if Jane had run out – and would cook them both a meal. It had been slightly awkward at first, neither of them knowing exactly what to talk about. They didn't seem to have anything in common so far, except for the love of their job. So that's what most conversation consisted of. But after they had been spending more time together they started talking more about themselves.

Jane learned that Maura was an only child and adopted. She also learned that the woman was divorced. It had surprised Jane initially. In all this time no ex-husband had been mentioned. But the surprise quickly wore off when Maura continued explaining. They had met in college and when he proposed Maura had accepted. Although she soon found out she wasn't in love with him, she stayed by him for her mother's sake. But when something tragic happened she quickly left him, deciding to start over in Boston.

Jane had wanted to ask what that something was, but something in Maura's eyes stopped her. If the woman wanted to tell her she would. Until then, she would keep her mouth shut. It was none of her business anyway. Maura turned the conversation around, asking Jane what her childhood was like and what it was like to grow up with siblings.

The Detective rolled her eyes before indulging in her childhood, telling stories of the Rizzoli family outings and shenanigans. She let Maura laugh more than once and the sound warmed her heart. Something inside of her made her want to make Maura forget about that sadness, even if it was for a little while.

"And when Ma walked back into the kitchen the whole place was covered in flour. I thought she was going to have a heart attack when she saw us." Maura laughed heartedly.

"What happened then?" Jane took a bite of salad.

"She made us clean everything up. And of course she blamed me because I had to be their role model and everything."

"Well, I'm sure you're a very good role model." Jane looked up just in time to catch Maura's eyes. Something about them seemed to change, the atmosphere suddenly turning serious.

The Detective swallowed her bite of salad, watching as Maura took a sip of the wine she had brought with her, licking her lips after she had swallowed. All the while, the two of them had been staring at each other and Jane felt the familiar warmth in her stomach return. Her mouth had gone dry and her hands were sweaty. She cleared her throat to get rid of some of the tension, averting her eyes back to her plate. Drink. She needed something to drink. Her hand shot out quickly, intending to grab her beer. But in her haste and clumsiness she knocked it over. She cursed as she felt the liquid run down her pants. Scrambling to her feet, she watched as Maura quickly grabbed the bottle.

"Fuck. That's just great. I only have two of these." She looked like a girl who had just watched her ice cream fall on the ground.

"You have two pair of slacks?" Maura had been cleaning up the mess, pausing to look up at Jane with an incredulous look on her face. Jane huffed.

"So what? I don't need to have ten pairs of the same pair of pants. Unlike someone else." Maura had learned to catch onto Jane's sarcasm. It was hard sometimes, but one look in Jane's eyes told her what she needed to know. And that look was staring right at her now.

"Go and get yourself cleaned up. I'll clean up this mess." The Detective smirked at Maura.

"Are you calling me a mess?" The teasing flirting tone in Jane's voice didn't go unnoticed by Maura. Two can play a game.

"Yes, a very hot mess." She grinned at Jane, letting her dimples show. The Detective was effectively stunned into silence and Maura watched her scramble towards her bedroom, muttering something about going to go get changed.

She wasn't blind to Jane's looks. She had seen the other woman eye her more than once. She just wasn't sure if Jane herself knew what she was doing. She hadn't made anything close to a move. Maura was getting tired of waiting, wanting to know if Jane was into her or not. So she was starting to make comments herself, closely observing the Detective as she did. And judging from Jane's reaction she was sure that there was something there between them. If only Jane would get her head out of her ass and see it herself.

Maura cleared the table, their food having gone cold by now. She figured they could eat dessert once Jane came back from her bedroom. However, ten minutes later and there was still no Jane to be seen. Maura was starting to get worried. What if that comment had really scared Jane off? What if this time she was waiting for her to leave? The Doctor made her way to Jane's bedroom, knocking softly on the door.

"I'll be out in a minute!" Maura was about to tell her that she'd be waiting outside when she heard Jane curse followed by a thud. Panic rising in her chest, Maura was quick to open the door and step inside the room. She blinked a few times when she saw Jane lying on the floor, obviously exhausted.

"Uhh Jane?" She tried, walking closer to the other woman. Jane lifted her head to look at Maura, before dropping it back to the ground.

"I can't get out of these pants." Maura bit her lip to stop herself from laughing at the flustered Detective.

"Would you like me to help?" The question sounded innocent enough. However, there was an underlying tone that was clear to both of them. Jane had no choice though. She wasn't exactly looking forward to walking around smelling like beer. Besides, she would have to change before she went to bed anyway.

"Yeah… sure." Jane sat up slowly, eyeing Maura. The other woman smiled innocently. Jane sighed as she got up. "I just need help with the button and zipper." She could feel her heart start to hammer in her chest, felt her face flush red.

She watched as Maura nodded and walked over to her, keeping her eyes solely on Jane's. Jane took a shaky breath when Maura stopped right in front of her.

"Are you okay?" Jane nodded, smiling half-heartedly. "F-Fine." Maura bit back a laugh at Jane's stammer.

She reach out her hands, glancing up into Jane's eyes. Her breath caught in her throat at what she saw there. Was that… arousal? She swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling very self-conscious and nervous. She smiled shyly, her hands quickly undoing Jane's button. The sound of the zipper filled the quiet room. Both eyes shot towards each other. Maura's hands stilled, her breath stopped. Before she had time to process what was happening, she felt Jane's lips on hers. Her eyes fluttered closed, her arms dropping down to her sides. She wasn't returning the kiss. She was too stunned to.

Jane pulled back when she felt Maura stiffen. Her eyes were wide when she realized what she had done.

"Shit, I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." Jane's voice made Maura open her eyes, a dazed look in them. Jane had just kissed her.

"Maura?" She let her eyes slowly travel over Jane's face, from her lips, to her nose, eventually up to her eyes. "Say something." Maura opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She didn't know what to say. Did she like it? Would she want to do it again? She wasn't sure. It had caught her totally off guard. She had been wanting Jane to make a move right? Then why did this suddenly feel… weird?

"Uhm… I should go." She stepped back, her eyebrows drawing together. They shouldn't have done this. "Goodbye Jane."

Jane tried to call her back, tried to get her to stay, but she just stood there, rooted to the spot. What the hell was she thinking? What was wrong with her? She had been nothing but a bitch to the woman and now that they were suddenly getting to know each other she decided to kiss her? The sound of the door closing made Jane snap out of her thoughts. She slowly sunk down on her bed, head in her hands. Why did she always have to mess up the good things in her life?

And since when was she into women anyway? She had never felt anything for them, despite what everyone said when they thought she wasn't listening. But what she felt when Maura walked over to her. It was indescribable. She had never felt anything so… erotic? Was that the right word? The way Maura sauntered over to her, the way her eyes bore a hole into hers. Like she could see straight into her soul. It made Jane feel something she hadn't in years. She felt wanted. Yeah, there had been guys, but all they wanted to do was get in her pants. There was no emotional attachment. And when Jane finally found someone who she could be friends with, she screwed it up by kissing her.

Groaning, Jane let herself fall back onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. How was she going to make this right?

Maura had been having similar thoughts. Her mind was still reeling over the kiss as she made her way home. She blamed herself. She had been hinting towards this, urging Jane on. She hadn't thought Jane would actually act on her feelings. The Detective had been apprehensive about showing anything in front of her. She thought that maybe if she showed her that it was okay to feel these feelings that Jane would start to be more comfortable around her. That was a bad idea. It had only given her the idea that Maura wanted her. That she was feeling the same things.

But wasn't she? She had been thinking about the other woman lately. Lying awake at night, wondering what the Detective was doing. She was looking forward to their nightly dinners. All she wanted to do was to spend time with Jane. To get to know her. And she couldn't deny that Jane was beautiful. She was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. So would it be that bad to feel the same thing? Maura sighed. She had to talk to someone about this.

When she arrived home, she dropped her purse on the kitchen counter and quickly fished her phone out of it. Dialing the one number of whom she knew would pick up, she waited impatiently.

"Maura?" She let out the breath she had been holding, feeling tears already pricking at her eyes. "Hey mom."

She had started crying almost as soon as she had started talking. She explained everything to her mother. Constance already knew about the car accident. Maura had called her that night, completely distraught. It had taken her a long time to get Maura to calm down somewhat. But the two hadn't spoken since Jane came back to work. Truthfully, Maura had been too busy hanging with Jane to think about it. Constance listened intently, not interrupting Maura once. When the honey blonde finished, there was a silence on the other side. Maura sniffed.

"Mom? What should I do?" Constance sighed softly.

"I can't tell you what to do dear. You will have to figure that out on your own. But you like Jane don't you?"

"I guess. I don't know. I like being around her."

"Hmm, how does she make you feel?" Maura frowned at her glass of wine. During her talk with her mother she had grabbed one, needing to give herself something to do.

"What you do mean?"

Constance laughed softly. "I mean. Does she make you happy? When you're around her, how do you feel?" The question might be easy for some people, but to Maura, it was one of the most difficult questions she ever had to answer.

She was silent for a moment, biting down on her lip as she thought it through.

"Normal. She makes me feel normal."

"Did Garrett ever make you feel that way?" Maura flinched at the sound of his name. They hadn't spoken about him in a long time. It was always a topic that both of them side-stepped. But the answer was clear enough.

"No. Jane's the only person that has ever made me feel this way. Does that mean that I like her? More than a friend I mean." She wasn't sure of anything right now. All she wanted was someone to tell her what she was feeling.

"From what you've told me about the both of you I am positive that there are feelings between the two of you. But I can't be the one to tell you what those are. And if you should act on them or not. I remember when I met your father I wanted to be with him all the time. I think he even got sick of me sometimes. But that didn't stop us from being together for over forty years now. I think the question you have to answer is if you want Jane to be your friend or if you want her to be more. It might seem simple when I say it like this, but it's not. It will take some time Maura."

Maura nodded, her eyes filling with tears. "Thank you mom. I guess I have some things to think about."

"I'm here if you ever need to talk okay sweetheart?" The Doctor took a shaky breath.

"I know. I love you mom."

"I love you too."

Maura let herself sink down onto the couch. She was glad she could talk to her mother. After Garrett the two of them had gotten closer than they ever were before. Now they made it a point to talk regularly. Maura felt guilty for not having called her sooner. Running a hand over her face, Maura sighed tiredly. She was going to have some sleepless nights ahead of her.

A/N: I just wanted a story where Constance and Maura actually had a mother/daughter relationship. I know everything with Garrett is confusing right now, but all will be revealed in due time! I'm not skipping over that part. It's a very important part of the story! Let me know what you guys thought and until Friday! Have a great week :)