Hey everyone, hope you are all good. This is part one of a very long story that I never intended to be so long so I apologize for that. I haven't ever written a story before, I've attempted but never finished so please bear with me and be kind. This is only part one, be sure to look out for part two on here as well :)

Jane and Maura's personalities are a little different from the show but I have tried to make some similarities, and Jane doesn't enter into the story until Chapter 10 but she is in it for the rest so don't let that throw you. I used a pirate translator to make them sound more real and it can be a bit hard to understand at first but it does get easier to read the more you read it.

It's rated M for swearing, some crude scenes and some violence so if any of this isn't your cup of tea you should probably not read, it isn't suitable for kids either.

I am aware it isn't that historically accurate either but I have tried to make it seem so and I am also sorry for any bad grammar and spelling screw ups.

A massive thank you to everyone who takes the time to read or comment, I hope you enjoy reading :)

Boston 1812

Chapter One

The sun came up slowly, it almost seemed as though it was hesitating, and wanting to spare a certain doctor her day of what at times seemed like endless patients. At least this is what the good doctor thought as she lay in bed that morning. No that wasn't possible she mentally reprimanded herself. The sun was merely slower to rise because it was signaling the beginning of winter. The doctors second favorite season. The first was spring, definitely spring. Sighing audibly, she stretched and rose to greet the fresh chill that hit her now her many layers of blankets no longer shielded her from it. Rubbing her hands over her arms she attempted to warm herself up to no avail. She didn't mind anyway, the cold was refreshing, the air was crisp, and the city seemed stilled. She smiled a small smile and was just about to begin dressing when she heard a soft knock on her door. Sighing she called out quietly.

"Come in Trudy."

Trudy stepped in and smiled warmly at the doctor. Although she attempted to hide the affection, she had for the doctor she failed for a moment before masking her emotions and walking towards her. Doctor Isles was like a daughter to Trudy.

"Good morning Maura. How are you my love?"

Maura always found Trudy's endearments amusing and wonderful at the same time. Trudy was more than her maid; she was her friend, the mother she never knew. She held so much love for her she was concerned her heart would literally burst at times like this, in their quiet times before Maura's busy schedule took over her days. Shaking her head she once again she mentally scolded herself. She was a doctor; she knew it was physically impossible for her heart, for anyone's heart to actually burst because of emotions. Really Maura, you think the oddest things sometimes.

"Good morning Trudy. I am great thank you, how are you?" She couldn't help but smile warmly at Trudy.

"Good Maura, I am good, you look like your positively glowing this morning, what has you so happy child?"

Maura's smile widened further, a cheerful glint in her eyes, "Oh Trudy it's just such a beautiful morning, the cold is wonderful don't you think"?

Trudy scoffed and rolled her light grey eyes, the web of wrinkles beside each deepening as she smacked the doctor playfully on the arm.

"Child you know the answer to that. The cold is miserable, it isn't good for my old bones here, they protest something fierce".

"Well I shall have to do something about that won't I?"

"Nonsense, I can take care of myself my dear".

"As I have been telling you the same of myself for quite some time now. You don't need to take care of me; I am a grown woman of thirty seven years".

Although Maura was indeed frustrated by having someone, even Trudy, do practically everything for her she could quite confidently do herself, she did have to admit she loved having her around. She was, apart from her father, fiancee and few friends the biggest source of joy in Maura's life. But she had always been quite independent and somewhat anti-social from a young age. She believed fiercely that she needn't trouble a grown woman to look after her every need and whim when she was very capable to do so herself. The only reason Maura had relented to being taken care of all these years was the fact that Trudy needed to look after her. She was an extremely kind and giving woman, it was her nature to nurture and she longed to nurture Maura, regardless of her age, social status, occupation, anything. Maura, although gifted with a uniquely talented ability to retain great amounts of information was not as gifted in her abilities when it came to socializing with human beings. There where exceptions of course, those people being the ones closest to her, but for the most part Maura Isles was unquestionably socially inept. Even with this unfortunate lack of social skills Maura had learned to read facial cues and most often than not decipher what a person was feeling or thinking by reading their face. She had read in Trudy from a young age that the woman's gift was taking care of others, and Maura was by far too kind to stop Trudy from being exactly who she was, what was in every fiber of her being. It was this and the close relationship they had weaved throughout the years that kept Maura from dismissing Trudy, from turning her over to another woman of high social status to take care of. Maura knew her life would never be the same if this woman with grey eyes, even greyer hair, plump of girth and love where to leave her. She was interrupted from her thoughts by the said woman.

"Maura, child, we have this same conversation at least once every week and I shall continue to give you the same answer if it becomes the death of me." She took Maura's soft delicate hands in her own calloused, wrinkled ones, "As far as I am concerned you are my daughter, and it my greatest pleasure to look after you like a mother does her child."

"Oh I know Trudy I know, I just worry about you, you're not getting any younger, pardon my frankness, and you shouldn't be taking care of me, you should be taking care of yourself."

Trudy dropped Maura's hands unceremoniously and rolled her eyes once more, "For an exceptionally smart woman you can be as dumb as a sack of door knobs sometimes by dear child." At Maura's raised eyebrows and urge to protest Trudy held up her hand "No, enough, you will be late if you don't stop fussing with me". Before she turned to go to Maura's oversized walk in closet Maura caught the sheen of tears in the older woman's eyes and immediately regretted what she had said. Perhaps in these moments of conversation Trudy believed Maura was actually trying to get rid of her as if she was no longer cared for, as if all they had shared together meant nothing. Maura successfully stopped her own tears from welling and made a mental note to assure Trudy and quell her fears. But for now she did indeed to have to get ready, her patients weren't going to disappear; the day would not wait for her.

J&M

After Trudy had finished getting Maura ready for her day Maura thanked her with a kiss to her plump cheek and grateful smile before heading out of her spacious, luxurious bedroom and headed downstairs in search of her father. She knew at this time the most likely place he would be was the dining room, the exact direction she was now heading. Upon entering the dining room however her father was not there. Maura's brow creased slightly as her warm hazel eyes gazed expectantly around the formal dining area, hoping to see her father walk in any moment. When this moment failed to arrive after a few minutes Maura knew he must be tied up in other more important matters and had likely had breakfast earlier. It was a rare occurrence as she and her father loved dinning together but when it did happen there was usually nothing he could do about it. He was after all an important and reputable lawyer who owned his own firm in the center of the bustling city. Maura was disappointed but nevertheless gathered herself and went to the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen, she was immediately bombarded by a handful of young maids whom all adored Maura. She quite often thought her father had too many servants just to take care of the two of them and had told him so repeatedly only to be shushed and reprimanded gently, "Poppycock my dear Maura, they all have their place, and I feel better you are well cared for. Besides I enjoy being able to employ them, I give them an honest wage so they won't have to struggle. They can live comfortably now and it will help immensely once they are married". This was her father's constant and unrelenting argument and she did have to admit he was right. She loved him all the more for being so generous and understanding to the women he employed. Women weren't often looked upon with such kindness and value by men.

"Maura, Maura..." Emily squealed as she dove into Maura's chest, her slim arms like a vice around Maura's middle. Maura chuckled lightly and gasped at the same time hugging Emily back nervously. She had only been employed by Richard Isles for a month but already she had wormed her way snugly into Maura's heart. Emily was still so young, fifteen in fact and had not once thought of Maura as an oddity. Maura's love of science, nature and strange terminology never made Emily shy away from her or think of her as weird. As a matter of fact it only drew the young girl closer to her; she had never met a woman such as Maura Isles. She was unique and so kind. A vast difference to other snooty, too good, fussy women she had encountered throughout her short life. Yes, Maura was certainly different, but Emily thought the world of Doctor Isles.

"How are you Maura? I missed you so". Emily said emphatically into Maura's shoulder, having yet to release Maura from her surprisingly strong embrace. Maura Isles was impossibly kind, but she was not a hugger. She didn't hug, it made her uncomfortable. There were only a few people she hugged in her life, and even then it was a struggle. She rarely showed physical affection, preferring to remain more reserved and keep her hands to herself. There were of course exceptions, such as this very moment, but she still felt awkward and unsure of herself as she hugged Emily. Emily however didn't seem to notice as she let go of Maura, her smile big and bright.
"You missed me? Why it's only been one night love."

"I know but you're my friend."

"As I am yours Emily." Maura's heart warmed at Emily's declaration, she was such a sweet young girl.

"Have you had your breakfast?"

"Yes, porridge, it was yummy".

"Only because you drowned it in honey Emily." Dafeny said rolling her eyes dramatically.

"What's wrong with that?" Emily countered defensively.

"Nothing only that Miss Isles asked you what you had for breakfast and you said porridge. I think you meant honey."

It was now Emily's turn to roll her eyes; Dafney was such a drama queen. The taller, more boyish and brash of the two girls. She was sarcastic and loved to stir Emily tirelessly. Emily however usually gave as good as she got. The two of them were like peas in a pod; they hardly left each others sides. They always competed for Miss Isle's attention but it was only in jest, they knew she liked them both. Dafney had been working for Richard a year and at first Maura had struggled with her sass and sarcasm, opting to avoid the seventeen year old as much as possible. She scoffed at herself for being so taken back by a mere seventeen year old girl but a socially awkward Maura simply did not know what to say or how to act. But that was the past, as much as Maura avoided Dafney, Dafney refused to be ignored and eventually the two found a comfortable rhythm and Maura realized Dafney's sarcasm and brash remarks weren't intended to hurt her, it was just the way the girl was.

"You're so not funny Dafney." Emily stated flatly.

Dafney's teal eyes sparkled with mischief as she hit Emily with her dish cloth and went back to cleaning the kitchen.

"Miss Isles…um what would you li…like for breakfast."

The voice was so quiet and demur Maura struggled to hear what was being said to her above the lively noise in the kitchen. She turned her head sideways to see the mousy brown hair of the quietest of the three girls Melany.

"I'm sorry Melany honey, what did you say?" Maura asked her ears straining to hear the small girl.

Melany earned an eye roll from Emily as she blushed and tried again, "I um Miss Isles, I asked what…what you would like for breakfast?" Her wide brown eyes, bushing cheeks and small freckles were endearing and Maura smiled genuinely. Of the three young girls she felt closest in personality to Melany. She was practically a smaller version of the doctor the only exception being their appearances and the glasses that sat perched atop her small upturned nose, which only served to make her already large eyes larger. Doctor Isles did not need glasses. Richard had paid for Melany's glasses despite her parents objections. They were quite poor and could not afford to get the glasses their daughter needed to be able to see properly. Melany's parents however much embarrassed were also ever grateful to Mr. Isles and insistent that they would pay him back. Richard of course thought this preposterous but eventually relented once he saw the stubborn determination from Melanie's father. He knew the man was embarrassed with his inability to look after his family as he wished. Richard didn't want the man's pride to take further battering so he agreed to the money being repaid but only as they could afford to.

"Hmm…" Maura placed one hand on her hip and the fingers of her other hand on her lips pretending to take great seriousness in the question and how to answer which earned a giggle from both girls.

"I think I shall have porridge, two pieces of toast, a bowl of fruit and a cup of tea please Melany, thank you for asking." She smiled freely at both girls and after chatting with them awhile more went back to the dining room to wait for her breakfast.