Summary: AU established Rizzles. Jane and Maura have been in a steady relationship for a little over 3 months now. But what happens when Maura reveals her secret. Dom!Maura. Mature material. Rated M for strong language, adult themes and obviously SMUT.

"I cannot wait to get out of here." Jane groans as she walks into Maura's office and drops herself down on the doctor's couch. Looking on from her desk, it doesn't take much for Maura to see just how stressed this case has made her girlfriend.

A young girll, just 17 years old, went missing three days earlier, and the case had fallen upon the detective's shoulders after significant links were made between the girls abduction and a similar case which resulted in the victim's body being found in an alley way. The two women had worked that case, and just like this one, the trail had gone cold. They had no new leads which forced them to leave it open and focus more of their attention on the next homicide.

The brunette was slouched down, feet resting on the highly expensive glass coffee table the medical examiner had recently purchased. Her eyes were closed, and to anyone else, Jane looked relaxed - a woman taking a much needed break. Yet, while the much needed break part was true, Jane was anything but relaxed.

Maura had noticed many little things about the other woman since first meeting, but it wasn't until they established their loving and more intimate relationship that she really got to see the real Jane. It has been during this time that she had begun to notice more 'tells'.

Breathing, for example. When the taller woman was stressed or upset she would breathe in longer breaths, letting them out in long drawn out sighs. Just like she was doing now. She would also fidget. Her hands in particular. Whether it was pulling at loose material pieces, or running her thumbs obsessively over her scars, or tapping out random beats with her fingertips as she was now.

"Jane, why don't we go home? We've been here for 36 hours straight and neither of us have had any sleep. Being tired and worn down helps nobody." Maura carefully approached, making sure to keep her voice low and smooth, not wanting to add any unnecessary stress.

"Maura..." At the small crack in her voice, Maura sped up slightly, moving around her desk and to Jane's side quickly to give her the support she very rarely was granted to give. "I just... God, that poor girl. We both know what is happening to her right now. What has probably already happened." She trailed off, opening her eyes, showing off the tears pooling in them.

It was rare for Jane to actually be brought to tears by a case. She deals with horrible things everyday, and of course, is effected my a lot of it, but to actually cry... It didn't happen often.

"Come on." She all but demanded. Jane knew by the tone in her voice it would be a fruitless attempt to argue with her. Not that she was sure she would anyway, she was drained. Maura's bed with Maura in it wasn't exactly a bad offer.

It took them a little over 10 minutes to get back to Maura's, and less than 20 minutes to have a speedy shower, get changed into comfy clothes and fall asleep next to each other in the luxurious bed.

Jane awoke first, the stress over this case causing her brain to wake her up, only to torment her with the facts that she already knew, and remind her of the stalemate she was at regarding new leads and new angles to come at it from. She looked at the time, the red digits of the surprisingly simple alarm of Maura's read 22.07. She had slept for around 4 hours.

Calculating how long the young girl, Jessica, had been missing, and comparing against the timeline of the previous victim, Jane estimated that Jessica had less than 6 hours before she was killed. 6 hours before her toture finally ended. Her brain working overtime, Jane couldn't help but imagine young bones being broken, skin being brutally sliced and stabbed, joints being twisted in impossible angles.

It was the long, drawn out sigh that woke Maura. Jane, unlike Maura, was a heavy sleeper, and for the most part, once she was asleep, she would generally tend to stay in the same position until the edges of reality crept their way into her dreamy haze. So the fact that she could feel Jane pulling at a loose thread of silk on her nightgown and hear the distinct breaths that signified her girlfriend's stress, meant that not only was Jane awake, she was, yet again plaguing her mind with the case.

Turning slightly to look over at Jane, Maura sensed the need to tread carefully on the topic. "Jane, talk to me." The one thing Maura had come accustomed to in the time she'd known Jane was her reluctance to talk about her feelings. She would often share her deepest darkest secrets to Maura, things she'd never tell anyone else, but more often than not, she'd keep it somewhat impersonal. "Please."

"I'm tired Maura." She let out a merthless laugh. "Here I am, lying in this huge 15 thousand dollar bed, next to my gorgeous girlfriend, and still, I can't sleep." Maura didn't reply. She didn't know how to. so Jane continued, "I can't stop thinking about this case. She'd depending on me, Maura. Her family, her friends, they're all depending on me to find her. Alive... I just, I don't think this one's gonna be a happy ending."

"Jane, don't talk like that. You know the details -"

"Exactly, Maura," She cut in, "I know how he tortured his first victim, I know that if he follows the same rituals as he did the first time around, we could find Jessica in a ditch or an alley way in abour 6 hours. Dead."

"Jane, if anyone can figure this out, it's you." The blonde was doing her best to reassure her, but she wasn't sure to what extent her words were bringing any comfort. It seemed that everything she said, instead of relaxing Jane, it seemed to make her more tense.

"What if I don't want it to be me..." Jane all but whispered. She knew her girlfriend would pick up on the complete and utter vulnerability in her voice, so she avoided meeting her eyes, instead, deciding to focus her attention on her thumbs rubbing circles on her scars whilst she continued.

"I can't do this Maura. I don't want this responsibility anymore. This control... I just want, no, I need a break." She choked out that last part, feeling weak at her own admission. Never in her whole police career had she wanted or needed a break from her work. She loved it, it was her thing, and she was damn good at it.

"Oh, Jane." Maura lay on her back and manovered so that she could pull the detective to lie on her, giving her comfort. "I'm sure Korsack and Frankie will be ok without you. You all do this work day in day out, they know just as well as you do, that sometimes, every once in a while, a case will come along that consumes you." She could feel Jane's shoulders slump at her words, almost in resignation. "I'll call Frankie, he can fill Korsak in. You? You're going to relax. No more control. Let me take care of you."