"Where's Maura?" Jane asked, having just come from the morgue. She had wanted to see if the doctor wanted to go get drinks after work, but she hadn't been able to find her ( Read more... )

Jane dropped the cell phone onto Korsak's desk. Looking over her shoulder once to make sure no one was listening; she leaned over the desk arms braced. "I'm taking this to the guy's upstairs to see if they can get anything off of it," Jane said, urgently ( Read more... )

Jane smirked to herself and headed towards the door. That ought to keep Maura's mind busy for a while, hopefully so busy that she'd stop talking and questioning long enough for them to actually leave. Jane was starving and more than ready to get off her feet. Reaching the doorway, she let out a frustrated groan when Maura's voice broke the silence ( Read more... )

"Unless you want to join the three other bodies in the freezer, get the hell out of my morgue," Maura snapped, upon seeing Jane enter ( Read more... )

Maura walked into the station and skimmed the room determinedly. Scanning the room, she zoomed in on the one person she needed to talk to. "Detective Frost," she smiled, obviously not there to catch up ( Read more... )

Maura Isles stood completely still in her bathroom, staring at the trash can. Ever since she began to work with Jane Rizzoli, they had synced up. Months would come and go, but they always had been on the same schedule. Not anymore ( Read more... )

When a man lies, he murders some part of the world ( Read more... )

Fuck, Jane thought to herself. "Nooo?" she asked herself stupidly. He was cute. He was charming; in a weird distant, I'm not telling you everything kind of way. Hell, he offered to stay. He had been on the receiving end of her temper and he still wanted to be around her ( Read more... )

"I've never been so scared in my whole life," Rizzoli confessed, softly ( Read more... )

“Alright Maura, let me just get changed and we’ll go,” Jane said, walking into her bedroom. She wasn’t at all surprised to find Maura following right behind her. With them privacy had never been normal. Maura would turn her back if she knew Jane was trying to hold back tears, but she had never once considered that Jane might like to get dressed by ( Read more... )