Authors note: Sorry again for the delay, I have no excuse other than absolute terror at writing this. I feel I’ve written myself in a corner and now I have to deliver the hot, steamy Rizzles goodness…. I hope you enjoy.     Jane drove slowly, deliberately, delighting in each sideways glance from Maura. Slowing

Authors note: Hi all! Firstly, I really appreciate all your reviews; they really do make me feel all kinds of happy. I’m thrilled you’re all enjoying it. Secondly, I’m so nervous about this chapter, it’s been a long while since I’ve written anything at all, especially anything like this, so please be gentle with me!!

Slipping into her white lab coat, Maura checked her report for the final time. Cause of death; acute subdural hematoma and brain herniation. She sighed sadly as she closed the file, knowing Jane wouldn’t be happy. The cause of death didn’t help them very much. With no other signs of injury, there was no real

Authors note: I know that you don’t get over an anxiety disorder this easily but for the purposes of moving this fic along, we’re claiming a relatively straight forward and mild case of PTSD because I don’t want to be writing panic attacks for years, they’re boring and a fic is dull if nothing new happens.

Another day broke over Boston, birdsong echoed around the city as the sun streamed down on the streets; a perfect summer’s morning. Jane Rizzoli remained blissfully unaware, the previous few days having taken their toll on the detective. It was almost 2pm before she finally stirred. With a steaming mug of coffee and her shower

Jane turned the car off and looked to Maura who was chewing her lip in the passenger seat. The doctor had insisted that Jane drive them much to her annoyance. ‘What if I have a panic attack?’ Jane had complained as she’d slipped herself into the car. Maura knew she wouldn’t, driving would give Jane

Two things woke Jane Rizzoli on that Tuesday morning, the one that ripped her from her slumber was the undeniable fact that she had kissed her best friend, the most fleeting of contact really and yet one she feared had changed everything.  it was a fact of her life now and one that was starting

All the colour drained from the street, leaving Jane nothing but the form before her. Plain white tennis shoes, delicately tanned and defined calves disappearing into faded black three quarter length trousers. A full and heaving chest encased in a cerulean blue tank. The dark pink hue of a blush burning under lightly freckled skin

Maura awoke to a screaming pain in her lower back. Groaning into the morning, she stretched, the action causing her back to spasm violently, throwing her head back and inadvertently colliding with the unprotected and unexpecting nose of Jane. “***** it.” Jane was flailing her arms against the unseen attack before her eyes had full

As Maura turned into Jane’s street, cartons of Chinese food and a bottle of wine on the seat next to her, it was almost 11pm. The autopsy had taken longer than she had anticipated and Parmenti and Summers’ comments had ruffled her more than she cared to admit. All she really wanted to do was

Jane had been asleep for almost two hours, her rhythmic breathing punctuated with the occasional gentle snore. Maura watched the detective; the peaceful expression she wore softened even the roughest of edges.  Only when Jane slept did she allow herself to really look at the brunette, to study her sharp and chiselled features, the gentle

Jane’s Journal Entry. Day One:   I don’t know why I have to do this, it’s ridiculous really but Maura seems to think it’ll help and so I’m doing it…. For her. I wish she was here, she could tell me what the hell I’m meant to be writing. She left about an hour ago,

When Jane Rizzoli finally awoke, it was to brilliant sunshine on her face. She squinted and winced at the pain in her hip. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she frowned at the new sensation the action caused. Staring at her hand, a simple pink dot stared back at her and the events of the

When Maura returned to Jane’s apartment, she was surprised to find her friend gone. “Jane?” she closed the door behind her quietly. In the bathroom, Jane ran the shower. Of all the things she wanted in her life right now, the primary one was not to have Maura see her fall apart. Sitting on the

Maura Isles stood in the morgue, her brand new Jimmy Choo shoes biting her left ankle painfully as she stared into the chest cavity of one Justin Park. Her autopsy, however thorough, had felt like something had been missed and so she returned to his cold body to look for the missing clue. She glanced

‘Defective Jane Rizzoli’ Another card dropped through her door, the moniker emblazoned across its face stabbing her clean through the heart. It had been exactly two weeks to the day since she’d put a bullet through herself and Danny Marino, she had survived, or at least that’s what everyone kept saying. True, she stood in