Hey, guys. Thanks for reading and following and reviewing. Okay, let me warn you right ahead. This chapter will be a little M, but it will be the only time. Or I think so.

Don't hate me!

Enjoy.

T73.

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Hanley enters the BPD building in a very bad mood and stops dead as he spots Liz standing with another male police officer, obviously being in flirt-modus. She laughs heartily about something his opponent has said and rubs his arm.

That makes Hanley growl low and he marches to the two.

Liz smile is dying as she sees the detective and his pissed expression, but then she looks back at Officer Jim Davis. "I would love to have a drink with you?"

"Really," Davis asks surprised and his eyebrows shoot up high.

"Yes," she confirms with a nod.

Hanley just has heard that the woman he would die for agreed to have a date with another man, and he clenches his teeth. "Can I talk to you for a sec." He growls and grabs her at her arm, dragging her with him.

"What the hell," Davis asks louder.

Liz makes a face as Hanley drags into an empty room. "Ow. Will, you are hurting me."

He pushes her with her back against a wall and his face is hard as stone, and unshaved. "What the hell is wrong with you? You just told me that you are in love with me and in the next moment you start to date other men?"

"I didn't say that we are exclusive, did I?" Liz barks back and dares him.

"So you go and has sex with other guys and expect me to sit tight?"

"Will." She says shakily and presses her back against the wall. Not because she is afraid of him, because she wants to kiss him, to touch him, to be in bed with him and to feel him.

He seems to sense it and steps closer. "Tell me that you don't want me, tell me that you don't love me. Tell me that and I get lost. I leave you alone when you can look me in the eye and tell me that none of the things you said are true."

Liz is holding his gaze and swallows hard because he doesn't seem to be impressed by her glare a because she can feel her arousal growing. She turns her head away and forces herself to say, "I don't want you."

"I don't believe you." He says and his voice drops for an octave. "You want me."

Her eyes shoots to his and she pulls his head down, kissing him hungrily, almost greedily.

Hanley doesn't fight her and kisses her back in the same way and steps even closer.

"I want you," she whispers against his lips. "Only you."

He holds her gaze and frowns slightly. "You sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"Come by after your shift."

"Okay."

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Liz moans loudly as waves of pleasure are coursing through her body and allows herself to feel everything she is feeling for the man on top of her. She always was glad that he isn't much of a talker in bed, she can't stand the Oh, baby you are so wet or Oh, baby, you are so tight. Some guys thinks that is a turn on, she thinks it's a turn off.

Her eyes are rolling in the back of her head as Henley slows the pace of his hips and she thinks that it wouldn't matter if she dies right now. "Oh, God." She whispers and digs her nails into his back.

Hanley looks a little surprised at her and wonders for a second if he hurt her, but Liz' expression tells him something else. He is surprised because he had heard her moan, heard her gasp, heart her grunt when they were in bed, but he never heard talking.

They had had sex, he had tucked her but he never made love to Liz.

"You okay?" He finally whispers.

Liz bites her bottom lip with a smile and gasp before she answer, "Yeah." She kisses him again and starts to meet his thrusts, arching her back as she is falling over the edge. She is orgasm and not just being close like always.

Hanley is following closely and collapses on her. "You really okay?"

"Mm-hm." She hums with a smile.

He looks with furrowed brows at her. "I can go for another round if you give me two minutes."

Liz smiles broadly and kisses him once again. She groans as someone is knocking on her bedroom door. "I have to take that." She whispers as he doesn't make the attempt to move.

"Pretend that you are sleeping."

"They come in then."

"Damn it," he growls and rolls off of her.

She smirks and slips sweats and a shirt on. She hurries to the door as the knob starts to turn and cracks it open. She looks at Jane who is dressed like she is about to go to work and raises her eyebrows. "Hey."

Jane arches skeptically an brow and let her eyes run down her daughter's body. "Hey."

"Why are you knocking?"

"It is eleven in the night," Jane answers casually. "I wanted to make sure that you don't oversleep."

"Oh," Liz replies and frowns as she starts to understand. "Oh. Yeah, thank you. And where are you going?"

"To a crime scene."

"Should you doing that after your heart attack?"

"I should, of I die because of boredom." Jane answers and looks into the room that her daughter uses as her living room. "Hanley."

Liz closes her eyes and wishes that her Ma wouldn't be her Ma.

There is a brief silence before he says loudly, "Yeah."

"Get dressed, we have a new body."

Liz is shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Do you need me?"

"Are you on duty?" Jane asks back.

Liz' shoulders are slumping. "No."

"So no."

"Ma!"

"No!"

Liz rolls her eyes and closes the door again. She turns around and finds herself in Hanley's arms. "You should take a shower and get dressed. I am glad that she didn't see you that way."

He chuckles and kisses her once more. "Wanna take a shower with me?"

She smirks and grabs his hand, leading the way to her bathroom.

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The detectives and Medical Examiner arrive at the new crime scene and Jane feels sick immediately as she sees the burning car. Pictures like that will always remind her on the day when her colleagues thought that her wife got killed and that she was the only one who believed that Maura still was alive. Obviously she was right.

She turns her head as Maura's arm brushes her and knows that it was on purpose to distract her from her thoughts.

Frankie looks up from his notepad and points at the ambulance. "The victim's over there, Maura."

The blonde nods briefly. "Thank you." She says and walks towards the ambulance.

"The victim didn't burn," Jane asks and puts on a pair of gloves.

"You'd prefer that?" Frankie shoots back.

Hanley frowns deeply and looks around. "No ID I guess."

"If she had one with her it's broiling."

"Who got the victim out of the car?" Jane asks and clenches her teeth.

Frankie nods to his right and smiles. "A dog owner, she walked her dog because it has scour. She saw the burning cab and tried to drag the driver out of it, didn't seen the cut throat."

"I would like to -" She says and trails of as she looks in the direction her brother has nodded and trails off when she spots her daughter. "How the hell is she doing that?"

Hanley is smirking and purses his lips. He knows better than commenting that.

Frankie shrugs and scoffs. "She arrived here with blue lights and sirens, told me that you ordered doing so."

Jane growls low and starts to march towards her daughter. "Hey, Harriet Craig." She barks and clenches her teeth as Liz' head shoots up. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Liz smiles at the woman and walks to her Ma. "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter," Jane asks back and raises her eyebrows high. "What are you doing here?"

"Working?"

"You're giving me another heart attack."

Liz is grinning and bumps her shoulder to her Ma's. "Monica Russell, the witness, said that the cab already was burning as she came closer. Her dog, Blazer, barked his head off as she tried to save the cabby."

Frankie joins them and frowns. "Does the witness know who the victim is?"

Liz is looking long at him and nods. "Yap, she said that the cabby's name is Pauline Gordon and that she always was standing on the same spot, waiting for drunken fares. Monica was so distracted by the fire so she didn't notice the cut throat."

"Mm," Jane says as they walk over to Maura and Hanley. "Does that strike you as odd, Frankie?"

"Maybe a disgruntled fare," He suggests and tuck in his head as his sister shoots him a glare.

"What can you tell us, Maura?" Jane asks as she still stares at her brother.

"The victim has second degree burning at her arms and burned hair." Maura mumbles more to herself.

"And a slashed throat." Hanley adds and lowers his eyebrows as each of the Rizzoli family stares at him. "What?"

Maura rolls her eyes and looks at her wife. "I declare the time of death after a full autopsy. "

Jane smiles and nods, looking at the young detective. "Like always."

Hanley smiles back at her and wants to die right now. Shit. He follows his girlfriend to the police tape and scoffs. "I dropped a brick, didn't I?"

Liz is grinning broadly and nods. "Yes."

"Thanks for warning me."

"Anytime."

He closes his eyes briefly and chuckles to himself.

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"Why was your Mom annoyed because I stated that Pauline Gordon has a slashed throat?" Hanley asks and pops fries in his mouth.

"Mom is a little …" Liz says and slurps her soda. "She is very peculiarly when it comes to her work. The only thing she really relies on are things she can prove with science, when she is Dr. Isles. It drives Ma nuts."

"Can I ask you something?" He suddenly asks and furls his eyebrows.

Liz is chewing slowly on her burger and nods. "Sure."

"You grew up with two women as your parents."

"You noticed that? Good job, Detective."

"How can you turn out to be into men?"

"Because I listened to my inner voice and it told me that I love my mothers, but I don't want to have the same lifestyle."

"Have you never doubt your sexuality?"

"No."

"And your mothers always were okay with the fact that you are straight?"

"What should they do? Force a woman on me until I give in?"

He scoffs and takes a bite of his sandwich. "And you never wanted to know who the man is who donated the -"

"Semen?" She asks as he trails off and smiles.

Hanley makes a face and swallows the food. "Yeah."

"I have loving parent, I never cared about the man whose semen I have to thank to be alive." She answers truthfully and shrugs. "I mean, I had the chance to het to know his name, but I didn't want to know it."

"So, all in all it could be possible that you and I are related." He states absentmindedly and frowns.

"You are twenty-six, I am sure you are too young to be my father." She chuckles and looks at him.

"Could you stay serious for five minutes?" He snaps at her all of a sudden.

She blinks surprised a couple of times and her smile drops. "Oh, my God, you are truly worried about that possibility." She says as she sees the concern in his eye. "Why?"

He takes a deep breath and shrugs. "I know that my dad was a donor, just like his brothers. I am not really interested in sleeping with my half-sister, or cousin."

"Whoa, hold on there," she says and her eyebrows shoot up high. "That thought crush your mind after we got sexual involved for a few months? You sound like I am pregnant, William. Have I missed something?"

Hanley frowns deeply and opens his mouth but not a word is passing his lips in that moment. He drops his chin to his chest and shakes his head. "I … I can imagine a future with you, Liz. I can imagine a life with you, but that life includes children and not jail time because incest."

Liz is staring dumbfounded at him and furrows her eyebrows as he tells her those things. "William, I am twenty-two, I can be happy about it when I know what happens after this weekend, or be happy when we are still a couple next week. But you are planning our lives together already." She says and wipes a tear, that has slipped her eye without permission, off her cheek. "And you make me cry a lot. I mean, you made me admit that I am in love with you and that's a big step for me, but what … what if we don't work out, huh? We don't even live together, you think you know me? You only scratched the surface, William. You don't even know if I want to have children, or what my favorite food is or my favorite color."

"Your favorite dish is burger, salami pizza with Jalapeño, your favorite alcoholic drink is Tequila Sunrise, your favorite non-alcoholic drink is Dr. Pepper, beside coffee." He says and she looks in disbelief in him. "Your favorite colors are black, white, gray, red and brown. You are ticklish and you have a birth mark on the inside of your left thigh. You want to travel t world before you are in the age of retirement, even though you almost traveled it already. You prefer to read English literature and Ernest Hemingway, and you speak fluently Italian, Spanish, French and Portuguese, you also speak a little German. You snore a little when you are intoxicated and scrunch your nose when you dreaming something funny. And I know every single freckle on your nose and that you that you hope that no one notice them because of your olive complexion. You broke your left arm in the age of twelve as uncle Tommy's car was t-boned by a drunk driver. And I know that you like it when I don't shave my face for two or three days. Shall I continue?"

"Please stop," Liz chuckles a little scared about the fact that Hanley knows so much about her. "Are you stalking me?"

"I am a detective." He answers and shrugs. "It is my job to listen when people tell me stuff about their lives. And you tell me a lot after we had sex, that's why I also know that you want to have children some day."

Liz is till staring at the young man and swallows hard because he knows every single detail of her life and she knows so little about him. "I can ask Mom if she can run a DNA test to check if we have familiar markers."

"Okay," Henley agrees and takes her hand in his own, sighing.

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Liz enters the autopsy room and licks her lips nervously as she glance at the back of her mother. "Hey, Mom."

Maura doesn't look at her daughter but smiles. "Hey, honey. Did Ma send you down? I haven't finished the autopsy yet. Gosh, shed can be so impatient."

Liz frowns deeply and clears her throat. "Um, no. Ma doesn't know that I am down here. I am here because I wanna ask you if you could compare my DNA with Will's. See if we are … blood-related."

The request makes Maura straighten up and her heart skips a beat. "Why?"

Liz chuckles nervously and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. "I don't know if you heard about it, but Will and I sleep with each other."

Maura turns around and has a deep frown on her forehead. "I thought you are on pill."

"I am not quite sure in which context this is important, but yes." Liz replies with narrowed eyes and a frown.

Maura pulls off her gloves and walks over to the sink. "You have to forgive me, but your request is striking me as odd. Are you … are you pregnant?"

"What," her daughter asks with an high-pitched voice and laughs. "No! No, I am not pregnant, but -" She trails off and decides to tell her mother. "I told him that I am in love with him, and his father was a sperm donor."

"Oh," Maura says as she understands and nods. "Of course I can let the Lab run a test. You can go to Susie and ask her to take a blood sample from you. Tell Will to come down when he is free."

Liz sighs in relief. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, honey."

"Oh, um, what was the cause of death?"

"The cut throat. Pauline Gordon bled to death." Maura answers absentmindedly and arches an eyebrow as she realizes what her daughter asked. "Jane didn't send you don't?"

Liz is smiling apologetically at her mother and raises her shoulders. "Maybe I was telling a fib."

Maura huffs with a smile and place an hand on her hip. "Go, before I start to yell at you."

"All right." Liz says and ducks her head before she hurries out of the autopsy room.