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