A/N: Last chapter. Definite Rizzles.

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, not making money, etc.

By Sunday Jane was pissed. It was storming out and her hands were aching. To add to the suffering after her little breakdown on Thursday Maura had been acting weird around her. Maura went with her to the hospital on Friday before going home. They didn't talk at all on Saturday. She grabbed the heating pad from off the table. Talk to me about your problems Jane! I promise I'll be there, Jane. Yeah, where the hell are you now? Jane thought bitterly putting her left hand on the heating pad. A knock on her door interrupted her line of thinking. Grumbling she stood from the couch. The site before her was not one she was expecting. Dr. Maura Isles stood on the opposite side of her door drenched, dripping wet from head to toe. She was visibly shaking. Jane's previous thoughts evaporated. "Maura are you –"

Before Jane could finish her sentence Maura's lips covered her own. The kiss was fast, one of those blink and you'll miss it kind of kisses. But Jane didn't blink. She didn't miss it. And her lips were tingling where Maura's had just been.

Maura pulled away staring breathlessly at Jane. She kissed Jane and the world didn't stop spinning, the moon didn't fall from the sky and the lights were still on in the apartment. She kissed her best friend and the world didn't end. But Jane was still staring in open mouthed shock. Maura stared at Jane with glassy eyes. "I thought I could keep my feelings controlled. But you – You almost died, Jane! You almost died and I can't anymore." She promised herself she wasn't going to cry but she could feel hot tears falling from her eyes. "God, I'm sorry. I – I have to…" Maura turned to leave.

Jane grabbed Maura's right wrist stopping her movement. Jane gulped. This was one of those big scary life changing moments. This was on par with going into a basement without backup or shooting through herself to get the bad guy. This was serious. What was that poem by Robert Frost? There was a fork in the road and I took the path less taken? Or something? Jane didn't know. Maura would know. Jane bit her bottom lip trying to even out her breathing. That thing that kept shifting inside her finally stabilized. She decided to let her heart rule her head like everyone had been telling her. She swallowed hard pulling on Maura's arm making her face her. It was time she put some faith into their friendship. Maura was there for her and she would still be there after this. Who's to say it wouldn't work out anyways? She picked her path. Tilting Maura's head up she covered the other woman's lips with her own.

The kiss was just barely longer than the first one but everything changed. The little, simmering flame Jane had been ignoring burst into a wild overpowering blaze. All of the maybe feelings floating inside her head finally solidified into hard concrete. And one fact rose above all else: she was completely and irrevocably in love with Maura Isles. This time that thought didn't terrify her. Instead it felt right. When she was a little girl all she ever wanted was to be a cop. The few chances she offered herself to think about her future it was always an older version of herself with a badge and a gun. There was hardly ever anyone standing beside her. But in this moment standing in the doorway to her apartment with Maura, this was where she was supposed to be, this was what was supposed to happen. She wished she could put it into better words but she couldn't. She wanted to tell Maura her little revelation but she couldn't find the words for that either. And Maura? Maura was still looking at her with wide hazel eyes. There were so many emotions floating behind them Jane couldn't figure out what she was thinking. Jane tried to speak but no words came so she did what she always did and resorted to action.

She reached over Maura's head shutting the door behind her. With every step she moved forward Maura stepped backwards until her back hit the door. "I'm bad at relationships." Jane husked looking into Maura's eyes. "They always end. And I've been fighting this, pushing these things down to the point that I refused to acknowledge what they were." With a scarred hand she brushed away Maura's tears. "For a long time. And I really…" Her eyes drifted towards Maura's lips. "Man, this is hard." She laughed. Shaking her head she leaned forward capturing Maura's lips again. This time Maura responded. With both of them moving against each other Jane had never felt something so right in her life. The soft kiss turned to fire.

Maura vaguely heard the door click with a lock behind her. A soft gasp escaped her lips when she felt Jane's body press flush against hers. This was real. "Are you sure?" Because she was sure. Maura knew exactly what she wanted.

Jane pulled away placing hot kisses down Maura's jaw before stopping at her neck. "More than anything." She mumbled into her neck. When her lips started moving against skin she felt Maura shudder beneath her. "Are you?"

Maura finally found herself enough to counteract Jane's aggression with her own. She pushed the detective backwards showering her face with kisses as they went. The back of Jane's knees hit the arm of the couch. Jane fell backwards bringing Maura with her. Maura moved her lips from Jane's neck to her mouth taking a long time before pulling away. She looked directly into Jane's eyes. "Yes." Then they were kissing again.

They were a tangle of limbs and hair. The couch was only slightly uncomfortable to Jane with Maura's weight on top of hers. Thunder droned in the distance. The ache in Jane's hands didn't even phase her. She felt Maura's hand go up her shirt. "Jesus Christ!" Jane involuntarily shouted pushing away from Maura. "You are freezing, Maur!" Jane said before Maura had time to look hurt. She grabbed the afghan from the back of the couch wrapping it around Maura leaving only her face uncovered. She rubbed the smaller woman's shoulders. She pulled Maura to a standing position dragging her to her bedroom. She shoved Maura onto her bed. "Doctors really do have God complexes, huh?"

Maura watched in amusement as Jane walked around the room opening and shutting drawers and mumbling to herself. This was not what she had in mind when she made the decision to come over. She didn't know what she believed would happen but ending up making out on Jane's couch was definitely not on the list.

"What'd you do walk over here?"

"Yes."

"What?" Jane asked incredulously.

"It wasn't raining when I left. I was just going for a walk because…"

"No." Jane said wagging her finger in her direction. "You are going to explain after your shower." She shoved the clothes she collected into Maura's hands. "I'll make dinner." She pulled her to her feet. "We'll talk when you're done. Your stuff is still in there." Jane kissed her on the cheek before leaving the room.

Thirty minutes later Maura came out of the bedroom wearing Jane's shorts and an oversized t-shirt. "That smells delicious!" She said walking into the room. Maura sat down at the table. "I didn't know you cooked."

Jane scoffed before sitting down. "I'm the daughter of Angela Rizzoli, of course I cook." She laughed taking a sip of her wine. "Though, most of my cooking repertoire consists of just Italian dishes."

Maura forked some pasta giving Jane a coy look. "Lucky for me I love Italian." Maura took a bite off the fork with a soft moan. "This really is delicious, Jane." Maura stared at Jane a moment before asking. "Does this count as a first date?"

Jane laughed looking around her apartment. "This is a pretty lame first date location, Maura."

"Well, I wasn't expecting any dates so this is perfect to me."

"I'm sorry it took me so long to realize what was right in front of me." She looked at Maura with a small smile. "And I'm supposed to be a detective."

Maura put her hand on Jane's knee. "I'm just glad we're here."

Jane nodded her head. "We should probably talk about this, huh?"

Maura also nodded. "That would be best, but after we finish eating."

Fifteen minutes later with the dishes in the dishwasher and more wine they made their way to Jane's couch. "What's all this?" Maura asked just noticing the array of items on the coffee table. Bengay, IcyHot, a wrist brace Jane wasn't ever going to admit to wearing in her life, and a heating pad all sat on the table. She looked at Jane with concern.

Jane gestured to the window with her wine glass. "It's raining."

Maura looked down at the hand she was holding seemingly just realizing how tense the small muscles were. Maura put her glass on the coffee table before sitting on the couch. She waited for Jane to do the same before turning so she was facing the taller woman with her legs crossed. She grabbed a tube from the table and Jane's left hand. She started massaging the muscles.

"Yeah, ow." Jane almost jerked her hand a way before Maura stopped her.

"You should let me massage them more often. They're very tense." Maura gave Jane a look.

"Oh yeah," Jane said sarcastically. "Saying, oh hey Maura can you take the time to massage my hands for me? Would really go over well."

Maura gave her a look. "I would." Silence fell over them once again. "Do they hurt often?"

The question caught Jane off guard. "I'm not good with pain questions, Maura." There was a pause. "In the winter it gets harder to write. Sometimes my pinky," She wiggled the finger in question. "Gets all tingly and kind of numb." Another pause. "The pain is mostly tolerable." She finished quietly.

Maura just listened to Jane talk. She traced over Jane's pinky. "Can you feel that?" Jane shrugged. Maura continued the massage. "Can you tell me when it gets not tolerable?"

Jane shrugged. "I'll try." A comfortable silence fell over the two of them. Maura switched hands. After a moment Jane felt something wet hit her hand. She heard Maura sniff. "Maura, are you…" There was another sniff. "Talk to me, Maura." Jane wrapped her hand around Maura's stopping the movement.

"You almost died." Maura squeezed Jane's hand. "You almost died and I've been a mess ever since." Jane reached up wiping the tears from Maura's face. "Why'd you do it, Jane?"

"There's a lot of reasons." She said simply. "You and Frankie. I wanted the man responsible for all that carnage to be held accountable. I didn't want to be a victim again. I'm a cop; it's just what I do." She shrugged. Maura didn't look relieved. "Look, I know I don't have a great track record, but I don't want to die. I do my best to come home every night. I have a duty. And I – I need you to understand that. That badge I wear isn't just a paycheck. I love my job, Maura. I see these people that are brutalized and - and murdered in some of the worst ways imaginable. But I get to find them peace. I get to fight for them. I get to bring them justice. Sometimes in my pursuit of justice I get hurt. And maybe one day I'll get killed. But I need to know that you're behind me, that you – that you have my back. Because I'm not going to quit. I can – I can try harder to be safer. But I'm not going to stop going on raids and chasing leads just because my girlfriend doesn't want me too. If you want this to work you're going to have to learn to deal with the job."

Maura pulled away from Jane with a heavy sigh wrapping her arms around herself. "When you fell to the ground that day it was like my whole world stopped. I was terrified." Maura took a breath. The noise of the gun still echoed in her ears in the middle of the night. She had dreams where she couldn't get the bleeding to stop, where blood just kept pooling out at a rapid pace of Jane's body. In her dreams she saw Jane's dark, soulful eyes turn empty. She never knew that one person could mean so much to her until that day. Jane put a steadying hand on her bare thigh. "You were dying. You were dying and I couldn't do anything about it. I remember thinking that I'm a doctor, I should do something. But there was nothing to do. You flat lined in the ambulance. I watched as they shocked your heart. It took them two times before it started beating again. Then you were in the hospital and there were complications and I was just so scared." She shook her head before continuing. Those days in the hospital had drained her. She watched Jane lying on her back unmoving with a tube in her throat for days. Jane was a fighter everyone kept saying but it didn't matter. Because Jane shot herself. And until this very moment, she never knew why. "If it wasn't for you mother I think I would have gone insane." She looked up at Jane. "I would never ask you to quit your job. I can deal with the job. I just wish you would be a little less reckless."

Jane nodded her head solemnly. "I promise to try."

"Girlfriend?" Maura looked up at Jane with questioning eyes.

"I – yeah. If that's what you want." Maura nodded her head leaning up on her knees to give Jane a light kiss. "I'm sorry I made you feel like you couldn't talk to me. From now on, you need anything I'm here. Okay? Because I'm not just your girlfriend," She smiled at the word. "I'm also you're best friend and that's not gonna change." She pulled the hand she was holding up to her chest resting over her heart. "I'm here Maura. See? Alive and well."

Maura snuggled up against Jane's side resting her head over Jane's even heartbeat. "Just to be clear, we're exclusive." Jane laughed. "So when that nice detective from Bomb Squad goes to you to ask you out, you're going to say no."

Jane laughed. "Who set him up for that?"

"Your mother."

"Figures." Jane squeezed Maura's side. "Of course I'm going to say no. I would've said no anyways." She laughed. "We're going to have to tell my family soon. Oh! Maybe then Tommy will stop hitting on you."

Maura laughed. "How are we going to tell people?" She felt Jane shrug. "I don't want to hide this." She said quietly.

Jane smiled softly kissing the top of Maura's head. "I don't want to either." She felt Maura yawn. "We can figure the rest out later." She helped Maura stand. "Let's go to sleep."

A/N: Holy update palooza! Like I said, this is the last chapter which makes this thing officially done. There's this song called Can't Take it Back by Lucas Carpenter. And it always reminds me of Rizzles. I had it on repeat while I wrote this. Such a good song.

It's been a learning experience to say the least ha. No, really, I enjoyed writing this. This fic was actually the first story I've ever finished in my life so I'm just gonna pat myself on the back for that one. I normally start them and then stop in the middle. So I'm pretty happy that I actually finished this. I'll try to be more consistent with my writing next time. I know there were a few chapters in this story where I was kind of lost and you could definitely tell. But I thought the chapters I knew where I was going were pretty decent, so there's hope yet! I would like to thank everyone for reading this and for all the reviews and alerts and things. I really do appreciate them!

It's been fun! See you after the premiere (maybe)!

And as always thanks for reading!