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"I'll stay right here, okay?"

–¿Crees que te necesito?– estaba asustada, y esa era su forma de demostrarlo: tratando a la persona que quería ayudar, como si no le importara. Había estado muchas veces en situaciones parecidas, pero esa vez no estaba sola y eso le asustaba aún más.

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The First of Many

Jane felt like she had even more swagger to her step. They had a major breakthrough in the case. Jane had caught the suspect with Frankie and Korsak's help. It was always incredible to put a creep behind bars, but tonight was even better. It meant that the detective's first official date with Maura would still be on. Whenever Jane had been driven to the brink of Maura withdrawals, she had went to the morgue to exchange light, lingering touches and flirtatious winks.

Even the guys knew she had been in an insanely good mood. "Janie what's got you so chipper?" Frankie asked as they were walking toward the parking deck. "Who says chipper? Really, Frankie?" She dug her keys out of her pocket and loved knowing that it would be Maura in her arms in less than two hours. The honey blonde had been right in taking their relationship slow and not telling everyone right from the start. It stopped a lot of questions. Not to mention, it was fun finding ways to casually touch Maura when other people were around. "See ya on Sunday dinner?" Frankie asked when it became obvious that he was getting no answers from his big sister. "I'll be there with bells on," Jane said as she got into her car.

She pulled up outside of her apartment and rushed up the stairs to get ready. Jane spent time taking a shower and had to wonder if Maura was doing the same thing. Was she getting ready? Was she as nervous as Jane? The brunette took extra time in trying to fix her curls. Maura saw her almost every single day, but Jane wanted this to be different. She wanted Maura to know that she had taken time to look nice for her girlfriend. As Jane went into her room, Jo followed on her heels. "You miss Maura?" She asked the dog. Jo barked and Jane had to grin as she pulled out her new black button down shirt. She dressed in the new black slacks and black button down before putting on her boots. This was it. She checked her watch as she gathered the small gifts she had chosen to take her love. "Wish me luck," she whispered to the dog before heading to pick up Maura.

Her hands were full as she walked to the door. She had skipped the usual flowers for something light hearted and funny. Jane had a box of chocolates and a book tucked under her arm. The Tales and Myths of Experimental Medicine. Her hands were fiddling and jittery before she reached to ring the doorbell. She couldn't wait to see Maura. As she stood under the glow of the outside light, Jane felt her heart thudding out of her chest.

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Maura's going to give me a lap dance later. Could she be any cuter?

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Is it so?

Jane stood backed against the counter at the gun range. She watched the way the honey colored locks touched Maura's shoulders. How could Maura forget that she would always be there for her? Jane sighed as she smiled showing Maura her dimples. Now was the time. She couldn't hide her true feelings any longer. It was in that exact moment that she promised herself she would tell Maura just how loved and desired she truly was. The lanky detective stood to her full height. "Even though you're a hoarder and a pretty damn good shot, you know I'm always here for you."

Strong arms engulfed Maura's small frame and pulled her close. Jane felt caught off guard at how soft her best friend was. How they fit together seamlessly. Her breath was shaky, but she nuzzled her head against the top of Maura's before pulling back. "Let me make it up to you." Jane's voice was low and raspy as she awkwardly looked to the floor before looking up. Here was this beautiful woman standing in front of her and she was nervous. Everything could easily backfire, but she decided she would continue with the plan. "Meet me at my apartment in an hour?" There was something different on Jane's face. A nervousness, but it was excitement too. "Don't be late."

Rizzoli was about to walk away before she reached for Maura's hand and squeezed the smaller one inside the palm of her larger one. There were no words needed as Jane walked out to the cruiser in a pure panic. She had so many things to do, but she was more determined than ever before to let Maura know how much she meant to her. Jane would lie awake and think about feeling Maura curled up in her arms. She would do anything to make sure the medical examiner was protected. She was undeniably in love with Maura.

The brunette stopped by the florist first. She bought Maura a bouquet of roses, and smiled to herself as she decided to stop for one of her favorite bottles of wine; even if it was a hundred dollars. Jane's last stop was for take out Italian from their favorite place. It was pasta, cannolis and a salad. She rushed up the stairs to her apartment as she checked her watch. Maura would be there in less than fifteen minutes.

Jane quickly changed into a nice black button down shirt and threw on a pair of skinny jeans. She set the table and opened the wine to let it breathe. Her anxiety was building as she waited on Maura. Surely, this wasn't a terrible mistake. Jane was so used to bottling her feelings, but seeing Maura so saddened earlier had forced her to take action. Tonight, Maura would know how she felt. That she wanted nothing more than to kiss her, to hold her, and to make her feel more loved than any other person on earth ever had.

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Therapy

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Tamborilear los dedos sobre cualquier superficie, no podía contarse exactamente como un tic de nerviosismo, sino más bien como una señal inequívoca de que Alex estaba molesta. De sólo pensar que tenía que someterse a la palabra de su guardia y acudir a sesiones de terapia obligatorias, que además de todo eran por la mañana, le jodía en un nivel que ni siquiera podía ser cuantificado. ¿Por qué no sólo la declaraban mentalmente incapaz, le daban una pensión y la dejaban vivir su aburrida e idiota vida "en libertad"?

Todo, absolutamente todo de ese consultorio le molestaba: el color beige las paredes, el jazz blanco de fondo, la secretaria menuda como ratón y sobretodo la maldita necesidad de guardarse su mierda: cero vulgaridades, cero sarcasmos, cero insinuaciones cero. Cero de todo lo que a Alex le encantaba hacer y decir.

Cuando las yemas de los dedos comenzaron a punzarle de dolor por tamborilear con demasiada fuerza, decidió que ya había esperado demasiado en esa anódina recepción y se acercó al mostrador de granito para mirar con hostilidad a la secretaria, pero sin decirle nada que podría costarle una sanción o quizás hasta trabajo comunitario (a.k.a, limpiar mierda de perro del parque). Solamente se detuvo en el mostrador, apoyó los codos y se agachó un poco para que la mujer conectara su mirada con la de ella... sólo quería que supiera que Alex ya había esperado demasiado.

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ABOUTTHOSENIGHTS HA DICHO: SON TRASEROS BONITOS AJAJAJA, AL PARECER TENÍAS SEGUIDORES MUY MOJIGATOS (?

Espera que empiece con los penes HAHAH

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send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower.

"Creo que deberías audicionar para The X Factor… Tienes talento, eh." Bromeó, apoyándose contra el lavabo mientras escuchaba cantar a la otra persona detrás de la cortina de la ducha.

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