Thank you for your kind comments and motivation. Normally the story didn't have all the love relationship between Jane and Maura but more drama and Jane's past but I changed my mind so there were will more Rizzles. Enjoy.


Chapter 7: The Long Wait

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into a month, but still, there was no word from Jane. Despite Maura's best efforts to reach out to her, her letters remained unanswered, leaving her feeling frustrated and alone.

Maura sat at her desk, pen poised over paper, pouring her heart out in a letter to Jane. "Dear Jane," she wrote, her hand trembling slightly, "I miss you more than words can express. Not a day goes by without thoughts of you filling my mind and heart. I come to visit you at the prison, hoping beyond hope that you'll be there waiting for me, but each time, my heart breaks a little more when I see you're not. Please, Jane, tell me what's going on. Are you okay? Are you sick? I need to know. I refuse to believe you're avoiding me intentionally. Our precious relationship means too much to me to give up on it. I'll keep coming, keep writing, keep hoping, until you're back by my side where you belong. With love, Maura." She folded the letter with care, determined to send it off, even if it felt like shouting into the void.

Maura's steps echoed through the stark, sterile corridors of the prison as she made her way to the visitors' area. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, each beat a desperate plea for Jane's presence. She clutched the letter she had written tightly in her hand, her fingers trembling with a mix of anticipation and dread.

As she entered the visitors' room, Maura's gaze swept over the rows of tables, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of empty chairs. Her heart sank like a stone as she realized once again that Jane wasn't there.

With a heavy sigh, she settled into her usual spot, a gnawing ache settling in her chest. The minutes stretched into hours as she waited, her eyes never straying from the entrance, hoping against hope that Jane would appear.

But time passed mercilessly, and still, Jane didn't come. Maura's frustration and loneliness mounted with each passing moment, her mind swirling with questions and doubts. Was Jane avoiding her? Was she sick? Was she even alive?

Despite the doubts plaguing her, Maura refused to leave. She couldn't bear the thought of abandoning Jane, not when she needed her the most. So she sat there, her resolve as unyielding as the concrete walls surrounding her, determined to wait for as long as it took.

Hours turned into days, and days into weeks, yet Maura remained steadfast in her vigil. She wrote letters to Jane, pouring out her thoughts and feelings onto the pages, hoping that somehow they would reach her confident and bring her comfort. But the letters remained unanswered, leaving Maura feeling more despondent with each passing day.

Still, she refused to give up hope. She continued to visit the prison, clinging to the belief that one day, Jane would walk through those doors and into her arms. And so, she endured the heartbreak and the loneliness, her unwavering love for Jane sustaining her through the darkest of days.

Each time she arrived at the visitors' area, her heart would race with anticipation, hoping against hope that this would be the day Jane would finally come to see her. But time and time again, her hopes were dashed as she sat alone in the dimly lit room, her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of her soulmate.


Maura sat at her desk, the soft glow of lamplight casting shadows across her face as she struggled to put her feelings into words, again. The blank page before her seemed to taunt her, mocking her inability to express the turmoil raging within her. With a shaky breath, she dipped her pen into the inkwell and began to write.

"Jane," she started, her handwriting uneven and jagged, mirroring the storm of emotions churning inside her. "I can't help but wonder if you hate me. If all those moments we shared were just a game to you, a cruel joke at my expense. Were the intimate conversations, the shared laughter, the tender embraces all meaningless to you?"

Tears welled in Maura's eyes, blurring the ink on the page as she struggled to continue. "For me, those moments were everything. They were the light in my darkest days, the warmth in my coldest nights. I cherished every second we spent together, believing with all my heart that our love was real and true."

A single tear splashed onto the paper, leaving a smudge in its wake. "But now, as I sit here alone, waiting for you to return, I can't help but doubt everything. Was I just a fool to believe that you cared for me as much as I care for you? Was I just a temporary distraction, easily discarded when the novelty wore off?"

Maura's hand trembled as she folded the letter, her heart heavy with the weight of her doubts and fears. She couldn't bear the thought of Jane seeing her vulnerability, of seeing the cracks in the facade of strength she had tried so desperately to maintain. But she couldn't deny the truth any longer.

With a sigh, she sealed the letter. And as she dropped the letter into the mailbox, she whispered a silent prayer to the universe, begging for the strength to endure whatever the future held.


In a moment fraught with longing and despair, Maura found herself seated in the familiar visitors' area, her heart weighed down by a profound sense of disappointment. Then, as if summoned by fate itself, there she was – Jane, standing at the entrance, her countenance a tapestry of regret as she made her way towards Maura's table.

At the sight of Jane, Maura's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes brimming with tears as she beheld her dear friend. "Jane," she uttered in a hushed tone, her voice thick with emotion as she reached out, desperate to touch her. The mere presence of Jane threatened to overwhelm Maura, who felt as though she might succumb to the intensity of her emotions. After enduring weeks of anguish and solitude, finally, there she was – Jane, the beacon of solace amidst the darkness of Maura's despair.

"Jane, you are really here? My mind doesn't play with me?"

Jane's expression softened at the sight of Maura's tears, her own eyes glistening with regret. "Maura, I am really here and I'm so sorry," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know I should have answered your letters, but I just couldn't... But I read all your letters... I never played with you... All we shared is real and I could never hate you, never...but you should hate me instead..."

Maura shook her head, her heart breaking at the sound of Jane's voice. "It's okay, it doesn't matter now, you are here now," she replied, her voice trembling with emotion. "I understand. I just... I missed you so much and I don't hate you or I wouldn't be here where is my place, with you."

Jane's eyes filled with tears at the admission, her hands reaching out to wipe away Maura's tears. "I missed you too, so so much that's it killing me inside, every day I feel I am dying..." she confessed, her voice thick with emotion. "But I thought it would be better if I stayed away. I didn't want to cause you any more pain. You don't deserve to come here while you were bullied...this place is horrible."

Maura shook her head, her heart swelling with love and longing. "You could never cause me pain, except when you rejected me...Jane," she whispered, her voice filled with conviction. "You're the one who's been keeping me going all this time, even when things seemed hopeless. And I want to come and I feel the same without you, like I am dying."

Jane's eyes widened in surprise at the admission, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. "Maura, I..." she began, her voice catching in her throat as she struggled to find the words.

But Maura reached out and took her hand, her eyes locking with Jane's in a silent vow. "I'm not giving up on us, Jane," she declared, her voice ringing with determination. "No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."

And as they sat there in the dimly lit room, their hands clasped tightly together, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in their love and their determination to overcome whatever obstacles stood in their way.

Maura's eyes scanned her friend's face, searching for any signs of distress or discomfort. Jane's smile was strained, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap as they began to talk.

"How have you been, Jane?" Maura asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

Jane's smile widened slightly, though there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I've been... okay," she replied hesitantly. "I've been behaving myself, if that's what you're asking."

Maura nodded, relieved to hear that Jane had been staying out of trouble. "That's good to hear," she said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I was very worried about you. I heard about your fight...with my former cellmate, I told you no revenge."

Jane chuckled softly, though there was a hint of bitterness in the sound. "You always worry too much, Maura and yes I said no revenge if you could be in danger but you were not around so it's fine, and I am a good fighter, you should know it," she teased, though her tone was tinged with sadness.

Maura's smile faltered at the words, her heart aching for her friend. "I just want to make sure you're okay," she admitted softly. "You mean a lot to me, Jane, I don't want to see you hurt that's why I am asking you to not fight."

Jane's expression softened at the admission, her eyes meeting Maura's with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "You mean a lot to me too, Maura," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "More than you'll ever know and sorry to make you worried."

Their eyes locked in a silent exchange of understanding, each woman feeling the weight of their shared connection pressing heavily upon them. And then, Maura spoke, her voice filled with determination.

"I want to know when you'll be leaving this place," she said firmly, her gaze unwavering as she met Jane's eyes. "I want to make sure you're free as soon as possible."

Jane's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the declaration, her lips quirking into a wry smile. "And what makes you think I'll be leaving anytime soon?" she asked, her tone teasing.

Maura's eyes widened in shock at the question, her heart sinking at the thought of Jane being stuck in prison for years to come. "But... but you haven't done anything wrong," she protested, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Jane chuckled softly at the words, though there was a hint of bitterness in the sound. "You don't know the half of it, you don't even know why I am in prison Maura," she replied cryptically, her eyes clouded with sadness.

Maura's brow furrowed in confusion at the response, her mind racing with questions. "What do you mean?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She never guessed what did Jane do.

And then, Jane spoke, her voice heavy with emotion. "I assaulted someone, Maura," she admitted, her voice trembling with guilt. "I almost killed him."

Maura's heart clenched at the confession, a surge of empathy flooding her veins. "But... but there must have been a reason," she whispered, her voice filled with compassion. "I trust you, Jane. I know you wouldn't do something like that without a good reason."

Tears welled up in Jane's eyes at the words, her heart overflowing with emotion. "Thank you, Maura," she whispered, her voice choked with tears. "Thank you for believing in me, you are the only one."