#askkathy

Otherside. 

“Jane?” an out-of-focus hand waved back and forth in her line of sight, coming dangerously close to her face.

  “Yeah, sorry what?” she shook her head. She’d let her mind run away from her again and it needed to stop. If that what Maura has meant by her brain shrinking and leading to forgetfulness, she’d never admit it. That conversation was one that left her having cranial-themed nightmares for weeks.

  “We think it’s time-released. That’s the only explanation for why it’s taken almost an hour to open,” Korsak stood up and  rubbed his hand along the back of his neck with a grimace. He was getting too old to be squatting for periods of time. Back in the day, he’d brag about being able to stay in the uncomfortable position for hours, likely a skill likely learned from his early years in baseball.

  “When did you guys get R2B2 to work?” Jane opened her blazer and let some of the air circulate around her. She quickly shut it once she saw everyone’s gaze drop to her abdomen. Even at work, she couldn’t escape the reality that she was 16 weeks pregnant and starting to show. It wasn’t even that Jane felt large or swollen, it was that she couldn’t even expose herself for some relief without copious amounts of gawking from her peers. It was humiliating, and not welcomed at a crime scene. She very obviously directed her vision to the machine that was latched onto the door they were trying to open, hoping that everyone else would follow.

  “Fifty-eight minutes and ten seconds ago. We’re lucky the Doc was here, she knew how to turn the blasted thing on. It slipped my mind that the only person who’d gone to training was Frost. We finally cracked the code, who the hell uses their birthday?” At the mention of her title, Maura’s head lifted from where she was fiddling with a keypad on the door.

“Unfortunately, more than half of the population uses some form of personal information for their codes.” Maura shook her head for a moment and focused back on her task.

Jane made a mental note to change her bank pin. She looked at the team they’d hauled out on a Saturday. It would be aggravating if they (including Korsak) had been called in for nothing.

“Anyone know what this is?” Jane asked, fairly certain that she already knew the answer. The octagon shaped door was next to William Anderson’s washer and dryer in his cellar. The city had gotten a distress call from the neighbors. Apparently the man’s usually meticulous yard was nearly a foot tall and unkempt, which was highly unusual.

  “Bomb shelter most likely. If we can’t crack this code soon, we might have to try and find a spot from above. For being a seemingly homemade shelter, this puppy seems pretty tight.” Jane nodded at Korsak’s observation and bent down to Maura’s level.

“I suspect that the time-lock is set for sixty minutes and ten seconds. It allows time for processing, and could potentially throw anyone off the trail. Adding those ten seconds at the end could potentially save you in case of raid. Ten seconds is a long time when trying to heist or attack. Most locks are designed this way. See?” Maura pointed towards the keypad, it’s normal red backlight changing to green. “I suppose we could have avoided all of this, he used his birth year as a pin. But, the repercussions of guessing, in this case, would only make things worse.” Jane rolled her eyes.

  “So, we think this guy’s in here?” Jane turned to Korsak, who just shrugged.

  “Neighbors, old coots I tell ya, they insisted he’d been tossed down here by his son. If that’s not true, I’m going to be pissed that I got called in on my day off for something that should've gone to missing persons,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pencil light.

  “Honors?” Jane waved someone to the door. For some reason, her heart wasn’t into being the first or the fastest today. She’d spent a gracious chunk of the night thinking about her life and what she was going to do about her...issues.

  Korsak nodded and stepped between Jane and Maura. He gave the handle a firm tug and grunted at how heavy the door was.

  “It’s most likely filled with concrete and lead, with at least three feet of earth around it. That particular strategy became common during the cold war. They haven’t been used by any professional agencies since 1991. He may be a Veteran?” Maura said as they walked into the area.

  “This is-woah!” Jane yelled as the motion-triggered light turned on, illuminating the 8x8 room. Lines of medical supplies and dry food padded each wall, along with a few weapons of choice.

  “There he is,” Maura said quietly. The man was huddled in a corner, trembling while holding what seemed to be a very old combat knife. The actual blade was cracked, rendering the weapon useless.

  “Stay away! Back, back!” he tried to stand, but couldn’t muster the energy. Based upon the length of his beard, and the small corner of food that had been removed, Maura deducted(without guessing) that he had probably been in here around 10 days.

  “Jane, please stay back.” She knew once she’d said it, that it was a mistake. Jane, first, did not like to be told what to do- Maura knew that. Also, she became agitated any time someone referenced her pregnancy while working. The formidable detective had a public weakness now, and was not happy about it. So, to hear it reiterated out loud, just got on her nerves.

  “Maura.” It was a warning.

“I’ll get him, I think he’d react better to me anyways. One second.” The older man took his coat off and handed it to Jane, who just rolled her eyes and held it at a distance, like a petulant child. After a few moments she dropped in on a case of crackers.

  He walked towards the older man and knelt down. Once the man noticed that Vince wasn’t berating him, or threatening him like his good-for-nothing children, he relented and let himself be pulled up. Slowly, they walked out of the shelter, Sergeant Detective Korsak whispering things to the terrified man.

  “Early onset dementia,” Maura started to explain.

  Jane held out her hand, not ready for a lesson.

  “So, this may be a weird question but, where’s the bathroom?” Jane looked perplexed, as if she’d been thinking about this the whole time.

  “I do believe you’re standing on it,” Maura held a hand up to her mouth to shield her amusement.  

  Jane looked down to see a small square cut into the floor. A tiny handle and a slide lock were all she needed to see before she skittered away. She tried her best not to gag, it wasn’t even gross but her body was slowly winning out when it came to her gag reflex. She found herself disgusted by things she used to love. However, bathrooms were not on that list.

  “Well, let’s get him to the precinct and look up his kids, maybe they can help us out,” Jane grabbed Maura’s kit bag and handed it to her. "Looks like a false alarm guys. Pack it up."

“Just a moment, I really want to look at the foundation of this place. If he made this himself, it could have taken years, at least someone should appreciate it,” Maura ran a hand over the rough walls, taking in all the details that the public eye would likely oversee.

  Jane grunted and sat down on a case of peanut butter. She wouldn’t freely admit it, but she was going to have to change her footwear soon, if she planned on being mobile at scenes.

  “We done in here?” a voice yelled outside the shelter.

  "Frankie we're still in here!" Jane yelled to her brother, who just looked at her and grinned like a Cheshire cat.

  “Yeah, lock her up!”

“Alright!” a second voice, most likely a field tech, called out.

  Jane jumped up and lunged for the door, the pain in her feet masked by adrenaline. Mere seconds before she could catch the door, it swung shut and reset. She crashed into the cement, her hands taking most of the impact, and yelled out in frustration.

“Damnit!”

  “Oh goodness, did someone close the door?” Maura stood to inspect the hinges, finding they were air tight. She ran her hand up and down the seal of the door, not ashamed of being impressed.

  “No! Frankie is being a dick. He's mad because I helped hide Chogokin on Friday after he got turned down by Charlie the Uniform.” Jane marched to the door and pounded on it, screaming for anyone to help. Once that proved to fix nothing, Jane punched the door, grimacing in pain as she realized how immature she was acting.

  “It seems that we're stuck. I hate to assume, but I think that these walls are also soundproof,” Maura muttered. She traced the doorframe looking for any seams or weak spots. “No one can hear us!”

  “Jesus fu-” Jane stopped her sentence short once she realized that she was still holding her phone.

  A quick glance showed that while Jane had no reception in the bunker, she did, however have a data connection. She turned on her messaging and hoped that Korsak would figure out what she was doing. She typed out a message, telling him that she and Maura were stuck in there.

  “Oh, good thinking Jane,” Maura smiled as she kicked off her shoes and sat down on a bag of what seemed to be mass amounts of sugar. “Come sit down, pacing won’t change the outcome.” She patted the spot next to her.

  Jane rolled her eyes for a third time and joined her on the bag, unzipping her boots and slipping them off. The look of happiness that crossed Jane’s face made Maura laugh and pat Jane’s thigh.  

  “Give ‘em here,” Maura said softly, knowing that Jane’s ego easily bruised as of late. Jane tried her best not to smile, but failed. Maura could always sense what was bugging her, or what part of her body was causing her pain.

  With circular, soothing motions, Maura pressed her thumbs into Jane’s plantar fascia ligament, making her toes curl with relief.

  After nearly ten minutes passed Maura silently admiring her partner, who had laid back against a case of bottled water. The detective’s eyes were fluttering, a sure sign that she was relaxed.

  “M…..Maura,” she drawled, too comfortable to even open her eyes.

  “Yes Jane?” Maura asked without ceasing her massage.

  “Will you see if Korsak messaged me back?” Jane slid the phone out of her blazer pocket and handed it over to the doctor with minimal movement.  Maura unlocked the phone and typed in Jane’s passcode.

  “Yes, he said that he’s on his way out of town, but he’ll here around four,” Maura locked and pocketed the phone, knowing that Jane probably would ask her to check it again soon. Jane opened her mouth and was interrupted. “It’s also 1 p.m.” She smiled at returned to her light dozing.  

  "Fuckin' assholes were planning this," Jane murmured.

  The doctor, a little overheated by Jane’s extremities in her lap, removed her jacket, folded it lightly, set it next to her on the ground.

  “Hey why’d you stop?” the pregnant woman trailed off, quickly slipping back into her nap. A deep chuckle rose from Maura at the childish display. She decided to go beyond the simple request, and one-up her detective. .

  Her skilled hands moved up a tight Achilles tendon, rubbing all the way up a tanned calf. She scooted Jane’s pant leg to above her knee, and resumed the massage up her leg. She let her mind wander off while she aimlessly dragged her fingers up and down Jane’s shin. After a few minutes, she repeated on Jane’s other leg, without a second thought. Mentally, Maura was going over cases, thinking about what she needed for groceries, and when she could approach the subject of a baby shower with her friend. She blushed as she let herself indulge in the thought of throwing Jane a shower. It was unlikely that the detective would appreciate the festivities, even if she was promised hot wings (Maura’s new invaluable bargaining chip after beer became obsolete.)

  A warm hand stilled her arm, and broke her from her meditative trance. She cast a look at Jane, who gazed at Maura lazily.

  “If you keep going at that rate, we’re going to need some privacy,” Jane joked, then realized that they did have ample amounts of it, being locked in a bunker. “Well, uhh…,” she winced, embarrassed at the awkward comment.

“Are you that sensitive already, Jane? I know that pregnancy heightens skin sensitivity, but that usually doesn’t start until at least 20 weeks, up until then usually touching is irritating,” Maura nervously spewed facts. They were in an awkward position, and she could only go so long without bringing up feelings and thoughts that she’d buried long ago in favor of their friendship.

  “Apparently so.” Jane sat up, fixed her pants, and sat cross-legged facing Maura. She cleared her throat and look over at Maura, who was flushed a deep shade of crimson. “How long ‘til Korsak gets here?”

  “Two and a half hours,” was all Maura was comfortable with answering. Numbers, she could deal with those. Numbers didn’t confuse you with innuendo and missed social cues. Numbers weren’t sitting in your lap with beautiful long legs and-

  “Maura, stop!” Jane yelped at the hands that had started rubbing habitual circles on her thighs. Normally, the gesture would bring comfort, but now it was just making her heart pound.

  “I’m sorry!” Maura blushed and clasped her hands together in her lap. She cast a glance at Jane, who had her face screwed up as if she was in pain. “I didn’t realize.” The detective had her eyes closed and was murmuring to herself.

  “Are you okay?” the concerned medical examiner cried. Jane hadn’t relaxed, and was starting to turn red.

“My hormones are just crazy today. I’m sorry for snapping,” Jane opened her eyes to look directly at Maura, hoping that would convey her true emotion. With a sigh of relief, the m.e. nodded and seemingly accepted her apology. She smiled back and bumped shoulders with the blonde, letting her know that she wasn’t upset.

  “So, a simple massage gets you bothered now? I’ll make sure to keep my hands away, Detective,” Maura winked comically, and tried to joke away the tension between them. In the early stages of their friendship, a well-placed sexually lined mock retort would shatter any awkward moments, making the pair dissolve in childish giggles. However, they weren’t two gal-pals anymore, what they had...it was deeper, more intimate.

  “I guess so, hah.” Jane shrugged and shook her head. Her hands were still vice-gripping the bag below her, so she let go and shook them a few times. With a few test fists, Jane stretched her hand taut and hissed when they started to cramp. She looked to the ceiling and willed herself not to cry. The cramps resulting from her hand wounds could almost always reduce her to tears, it felt like someone had stuck their finger into her hand and pulled the sensitive muscles and tendons.

  “Oh goodness! How hard were you gripping?” Maura looked horrified. She grabbed her hands and began to push out the constricting muscles. The whimpers of pain subsided eventually, leaving her exhausted once more. Maura took both of Jane’s hands into her own, placing a small kiss on the scar on each one. The gesture was deeply intimate, and took the emotional woman by surprise.

  Jane looked up with teary eyes, and made a solid connection with Maura’s gaze. For seconds they just stared, lost in their own thoughts and feelings until Jane, fueled by her hormones, leaned in and placed a brief kiss on Maura’s lips.  They both closed their eyes as their noses brushed and their foreheads touched. They leaned on each other, emotionally and physically.

  Maura’s eyes fluttered open and she once again made eye contact with Jane. For a moment, they just sat there, breathing heavily. A soft hand caressed a tanned, angular cheekbone, brushing a wayward strand of hair. She put both hands on either side of Jane’s face and brought them together once more.

  “We have two hours,” Jane said quietly.

“Are you sure?” Maura did not want to leave herself open to the inevitable heartbreak that always came with unrequited love.

  “Well, you kind of made it impossible to think. It’s embarrassing, I feel like a caveman. I mean, last time I checked, I was pregnant because I had sex...with a man,” Jane grimaced at her reminder.

  “Sexuality isn’t black and white, Jane.. Don’t think about what it’s called, think about what you feel,” Maura rubbed a thumb over Jane’s cheekbones.

  “It’s not that Maura. It’s...? I want to do this, but I don’t know if it’s just for release, or something else,” she admitted, ashamed at her indecisiveness. She didn’t want to be someone who used Maura; she wasn’t like all the other people in her life.

“We can talk about it later, just let me help you.” Maura slid off the bag and onto the floor. Jane hesitated, but soon joined her.

  “Sit up against the sugar. I don’t want to put any pressure on your torso,” Maura guided her gently upwards.

“Maura, I just don’t know if I can recipr-”

  “This is about you, Jane Rizzoli, not myself. Let me take care of you.”

  “Okay. I...I trust you.”

The sudden admittance made Maura blush. Jane had a reputation when it came to letting her guard down, especially when she was working. Maura gently unclipped her gun and set it aside, followed soon by her badge. She removed the blazer and set it behind Jane’s head for added support. Raising on her knees, the blonde dipped downwards and placed a series of soft, loving kisses down Jane’s neck, relishing in the musk of her partner. She then moved off to the side and continued her actions.

Jane sucked her bottom lip in and tried to forget the fact that Maura, her best friend, was being more intimate with her than any of her prior partners. She could feel the amount of loving pouring out of her friend's lips every time they made contact with her skin. A warm hand landed on her ribs, and slowly descended until it had reached the hem of her shirt.  Maura’s lips had moved to her collarbone, leaving a soft trail in their wake while her hand worked into way under Jane’s shirt.

  Jane arched slightly, the attention to her abdomen not unwelcomed. Nimble fingers drummed lazily on her ribs while Maura’s other hand rubbed calming patterns on the small of her back. She moaned quietly when the hand and lips met on her chest. Maura, knowing that pregnant women experience breast tenderness through the first two trimesters, decided to caress Jane softly, no pressure, no squeezing, just a bit of attention before she moved on.

  The feeling of soft palms trailing up and over her chest made Jane throw her head back and suck in deep breaths. Sensing that she was getting frustrated, Maura pulled her shirt back down and moved on to her pants. The fabric that used to hang from angular hips, now sat flush against her convex stomach. She had yet to ever truly admire Jane’s ever-changing body, so she took this opportunity to do so. Maura left four light kisses on all the corners of the abdomen in front of her.

  “Uh..Maura. I’m..uh,” Jane flushed, embarrassed at her own body’s neediness. Looked up once more and nodded. “I’ve never gotten this turned on by a woman before. I blame it on my hormones.”

  Maura smiled and shook her head, “Of course.”

  “Hey now, even you said that I would suddenly want things that I’d never craved before!” Jane made a valiant attempt to defend herself.

  "I was more so talking about pickles," Maura said, a coy smile on her lips. “I’ll be gentle,” it was a request masked as a statement. When Jane nodded in agreement, she started once more.

  She undid the clasp of Jane’s pants and slowly slid the zipper down. With a tug, they slipped over her hips and pooled at her knees. She peeled the boyshorts down slowly, kissing Jane’s most private parts.

“Gentle,” Jane whispered. Her hands found Maura’s head as she tangled her fingers in the blonde locks. Maura tasted her for the first time and Jane saw stars. It was fantastic, perfect, it was nothing less than Isles’ standard. What Maura was doing to her, was something she’d never let a man do, it had always seemed too personal. But, the love that she had for this woman, was far more powerful than anything she’d ever felt. That power scared her to death, but also made her feel invincible- she could overcome anything.

  Maura quickly brought Jane to the edge and caught her on her way down. This was not about pleasure, this was about much more. This was about letting Jane relax, and let her guard down without fear. She tensed as Jane’s legs came together and her body shuddered in its final release. Maura kissed her target once again, and set on redressing the detective.

  “Wait, Maura. I- I wanna help you too.” cold reality trickled down her spine, making her shiver.  “But, we need to talk.” Jane was trembling. How could she look at the woman who just bared her soul to her, and tell her she did not know what she felt? Reality set in, followed by a powerful wave of guilt. Maura deserved explanations and adoration, something Jane could not give her right now. Not in the way she wanted to, at least. Facts and assurances were not the detective’s strong suit. She was all over the place and would be for some time.

  After the extended awkward pause after their activities, Jane wasn’t surprised that Maura broke the silence first.

  “You don’t feel it do you, you don’t love me.” Maura’s question turned into a dull, flat statement.

  “I want to.”

  “Do you?” Maura hugged herself, trembling. She felt bare and vulnerable, naked for the world to torture. She’d ruined everything by listening to her organs. This is why she didn’t rely on anything but her mind.

  “I do. Sometimes I wake up in the morning, nestled into your arms, and I wonder if I could live the rest of my life like this,” Jane was crying now, thick, emotional tears dripping onto her shirt. “Maura, you’re the whole package. My life would be perfect if I could love you that way. But, you deserve someone who can make you feel important, feel loved.”

  “You do!” Maura urged, knowing that this was not a battle she was going to win. How could she be upset with Jane’s reasoning?

  “I’m straight though, even if it hasn’t done me any favors. Can, can I do this for you though Maura? Please? Just once?” Jane put a hand on either one of her shoulders and brought her lips to Maura’s ear. “I want to love you, so fucking badly. I- I just. I don’t know if I’m capable of it.” Jane pulled away and waiting for a response. “It’s just not who I am, as much as I hate it. I want to love you, to make you mine, but I just don’t feel that way.” she wondered if Maura could spot the lies in her eyes.

  Maura looked up with tears in her eyes, and waited for Jane’s punchline. Surely this was a joke, a cruel prank played for a cheap thrill that left Maura lonely and self-loathing.

  Jane saw the fear in her eyes and moved towards Maura, placing her lips on her forehead. “You took care of me. Hell, you’ve always taken care of me. Can I help you, just this once?”

  Maura brushed her tears away and shot a watery smile at her best friend.

  “It’s...it’s just been a long while since anyone feigned any real interest towards me. I’m afraid it’s left me rather...damaged.”

  “How long?” Jane demanded quietly.

  “Ian. I haven’t been desired since him, and I often wonder if he truly wanted to be with me. Perhaps he just ‘put up’ with me, to reap the benefits of my career. Are people really capable of that Jane? Have I tried this long to integrate into society, only to realize that they do not want me?” Maura was shaking now, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.

  The reality of Maura’s feelings slammed into Jane, leaving her speechless. How could someone not want or love this woman? It was a crime against humanity.

  “Let me, okay?” Jane nodded slowly.

  “Will it change anything?” Maura was apprehensive about the tension that would build between them.

  “Hopefully for the better. If you claim to be broken, I’m willing to try and help fix you. Maura, I may not love you the same way that you love me, but I love you more than just a friend. I could be with you, and be happy. But, I wouldn’t love you the way that you deserve, and that’s not fair.”

  “I would be okay,” Maura admitted, knowing exactly what Jane meant. “But, you need happiness, and I can’t give that to you.”

  Jane’s mouth hung open. This was not the Maura Isles she’d met years before, this was not the person who told Casey off after he’d called about returning his ring. This Maura was defeated, quiet, meek. This Maura was the woman she’d met for the first time over a dead body in Jamaica Plains, too quiet to even say anything short of medical jargon. This was a shell of the woman Jane was best friends with. Jane, deciding to take the plunge, moved forward again and kissed Maura.

“Please, just let yourself be loved by someone who will be there in the end. I’ll never leave you, I promise. Even if we’re just friends, I love you and I want you to love yourself,” Jane whispered into her ear.

  Maura turned her head and stared at Jane, who was mere inches away. Slowly, Maura nodded, not trusting speech to convey what she was feeling. So, she kissed Jane again, this time a bit harder.

  Jane wrapped hand behind Maura’s hair, while the other landed on her hip. Slowly, she lowered them to the ground, taking care to not wrinkle any of their clothes. She hovered over Maura, trailing her hand up her sides, and back down to her hip. Sliding her hand out from behind Maura’s head, Jane cupped Maura’s face and placed more kisses on her lips, nose, and cheeks.

  “I want to love you, Maura. You’re heavenly. You’re gorgeous, you’re smart, and you have the biggest heart I’ve even had the pleasure of experiencing. You are everything I could be happy with, but I just can’t. God, do you know how many times I watched you walk out of the bathroom, in just a towel, only to walk to your patio doors and look like a fucking angel from Heaven?”

  “Y-you did?” Maura’s breathing was increasing due to Jane’s fingers, which were slowly unbuttoning her blouse.

  “Of course.” She smiled down at the blonde. “Just because I prefer men, doesn’t mean that I can’t appreciate your beauty,” trembling hands slipped the silk down Maura’s shoulders. The obvious slip of her tongue was overlooked by both. Prefer.

  “You think I’m beautiful?” Maura’s face softened. It had been so long -too long- since she’d been honestly told that.

“Yes, I’ve told you that before!” Jane dipped down and kissed the valley between her breasts. Soft fingertips trailed like raindrops down her torso, pooling at the band of the soft skirt. Maura was breathing heavily, her flushed chest rising and falling quickly. Jane’s hands trembled slightly as she fumbled with the zipper on the side. Once she took this step, there was no going back, no pretending that this never happened.

  “You’re beautiful too,” Maura’s voice was light, a whisper. “You’re easy to fall in love with.”

  “But damned hard to love.”

  “Not really, it’s harder to stop loving you. The rest comes naturally.”

  “Oh, Maura,” Jane’s heart hurt as she pushed the skirt down and stared at the last hurdle. “You’re so wonderful. Someone will love you for who you truly are, I swear. And you will make them so happy, Maura. You’ll make them so happy that they’re going to wonder why anyone else would run away. You’re first prize, Maura. You’re the one.”

Jane slid the last piece of fabric down and slid up to lie next to her.

  “Look at me.” It was a simple request, Jane wanted to see that her next few words were not taken lightly. She slid inside Maura gently, not moving too quickly. Slowly, they found a simple rhythm. Maura’s eyes closed, her face blissful and content. It was warm, comfortable, like returning home.

  “Maura Isles, you are the dumbest genius I know, but I wouldn’t have you any other way. You reach out to those in need, selflessly. You are kind, you are genuine, and you’re honest. There is nothing more that anyone could ask for. Do you understand?”

  She nodded, unable to speak. The edge was coming closer, but she held back.  She was terrified of being vulnerable, of letting her guard down. Would they come out of this still friends? Or would the whispers and cancelled plans start up like every other friendship she’d formed?

“I’m here for you.” the assurance freed Maura’s heart.

  Jane just held her close and whispered loving terms in her ear as she came undone in the arms. Her partner’s body was trembling, a mix of fear and pleasure, and all she could do was hold her tighter than she ever had.

  Jane kissed her once more and sat up, pulling the blonde with her. They stayed that way, just looking at each other and processing what had happened. Jane’s arms circled her, bringing their bodies flush together. Together they stood slowly, their limbs aching from their place on the floor.

  Once Maura’s breathing was back to normal, she grabbed her clothes and redressed. She located her jacket, and remembered that she’d taken Jane’s phone. She handed the phone over to the detective, who unlocked it and glanced at it.

  “We still have an hour left. What do you want to do, play another word origin game?” Jane laughed over her bad joke.

  “To be honest, I could use a nap. Care to join me?” Maura pulled the sugar bags off each other and made a makeshift bed. Jane nodded in approval and the pair laid down.

  “Hey Maura?”

  “Yes, Jane?” she was already drifting off.

“Why didn’t we do this in the first place? You let me have sex on a metal floor?” Jane said, annoyed. She would surely feel this in her bones when they woke up.

  “Correction, you let me have sex with you on a metal floor, go to sleep,” she quipped.

  Jane rolled her eyes for a final time and looked over at Maura, who was falling asleep with a smile on her face. She smiled at the site of her happy, refreshed best friend, and let herself relax as well.

  Two hours and sixteen minutes later, they were found in the same position by Korsak. Using the man's birthday, they'd gotten the lock open immediately, therefore they only had to wait the hour and ten seconds. He, after a miniature lesson from Frankie, pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of the two. It was rare to see either woman so tranquil or calm. He smiled at the image, he’d always had a soft spot for Rizzoli, and anyone who made her happy. Just to be safe, he snapped one more and emailed it to himself. He would show them the photos some day, when the time was right.

Lol I made a cover for my story. There's only two chapters left :)!!!!  But im rewriting a few chapters at a time so the beginning chapters might change a bit.