After catching myself fitting songs to Rizzoli & Isles several times, I decided to finally take a leap and type them out. This is going to be a series of songfics, all completely unrelated to each other. If there's a story that develops and needs a sequel I'll cross that bridge when I get there. Otherwise, each chapter is it's own story. I plan on this going for as long as songs keep jumping at me. I'd also like to send out an invitation for suggestions. I'd love to hear the songs you think fit these women and write out what I see. Not only because I love thinking up stories to songs, but I'll never say no to broadening my musical horizons. So just shoot me a suggestion through a review or PM. Speaking of reviews, they are quite lovely, aren't they?

A/N: These characters belong to their rightful owners and developers. NOT ME.

[Song lyrics are in brackets.]

Chapter One: Better Luck

Song: "Better Luck" by Scissor Sisters.

Detective Jane Rizzoli thrived during an investigation. Her brain was naturally wired to decode people, see past the mask they wore on a daily basis, and use the evidence presented to place the final pieces of the puzzle. The Boston Police Department was thriving because of their only female detective. She was the best of the best and everyone knew it, no matter how tough the case. Recently however, the detective found herself in trouble when she didn't have a case at all.

Without evidence to examine or an interrogation to prepare for her detective skills didn't turn off, they just focused elsewhere. Her dark brown eyes scanned the woman in front of her, the flawless face that was lit with excitement. Caramel blonde hair fell perfectly on bare shoulders, just meeting the top of some expensive designer dress. Maura Isles spoke animatedly about a 17th century French art exhibit her mother had worked closely on, but Jane barely heard a word.

It was always like this. Comfortable conversation flowed easily over dinner. Maura would make it a point to take Jane out to fancy restaurants and Jane made it a point to take Maura out to ball games. It was the perfect give-take. But tonight, as the candles dim light flickered across Maura's face, highlighting the flecks of gold in her warm eyes, Jane found herself listening beyond Maura's words and trying so desperately to hear her heart.

"Jane?" Big eyes looked over the detective with concern. Brown eyes finally snapping back to reality and meeting hazel ones. A small smirk appeared on full lips as the blonde started to talk again. "You weren't listening, were you?"

Jane ran her hands through her unruly raven curls trying to recall the snippets of the conversation she did manage to hear. "Of course I was listening!" She gave Maura an exaggerated look of mock hurt followed by a scoff. "The art was broke." She brought her hands off the table, palms to the ceiling, stating the words so confidently that she almost impressed herself. "So how did they fix it?" That's right Rizzoli, good save.

"Baroque, Jane."

"That's what I said. I'm assuming that since it was so old they couldn't fix it?" Jane took another bite of her too small for the price entree.

"Ba-roque. That's what 17th century French art is often referred to." She gave a small shake of her head, distracting Jane with the slight bounce of her loose curls. "Nice try though." Maura tilted her head and gave Jane a look that made her heart skip a beat, a look filled with humor and adoration. She's so beautiful. Does she look at anyone else like this, or is that look just for me?

[I know I'm into you, I don't know what to do. When we talk I feel like I died twice.]

Throughout the whole meal Jane's focus switched from Maura, her words, the little touches she graced her forearm and hand with, and how the whole evening felt like a date. What shocked Jane was how much she wished that it was a date. Nothing would make her happier than to have Maura Isles, her best friend, the Chief Medical Examiner of the Common Wealth of Massachusetts, as her girlfriend. The detective was unaware of the beaming smile that graced her lips at the thought, but it must have been perfectly timed because Maura's face was mirroring her own.

[It could be you or it could be through before it even begins, I'm a fish swimming without fins.]

After the women left the restaurant and made their way back Jane's apartment, the taller woman immediately removed the uncomfortable heels she was wearing. With a grunt the lanky detective fell back into her plush couch. Her black dress rode dangerously high on her tan toned thighs. Maura appeared moments later with a glass of wine in one hand and a beer in the other. Jane looked up at her friend and immediately noticed where her hazel eyes fell. Maura's gaze slowly raked up from Jane's painted toes to her exposed thighs. It wasn't until Jane cleared her throat that the ME's eyes finally met sparkling brown ones. She tried to hide her slight blush but failed miserably.

"Very ladylike." Maura chuckled as she handed Jane her beer and settled down on the couch, snug against the detective's strong frame.

Before Jane managed her comeback, her legs fell further apart. "Was that sarcasm Dr. Isles?" The bottle in her hand was brought to her lips in an exaggerated swig made to mimic the most unpolished manly action she could think of. She didn't finish it with a burp though, Jane wasn't ready to disgust Maura, just make her laugh. Also, she didn't want to hear all the scientific facts about gas.

The belly laugh that came from the doctor was the best noise Jane had ever heard. It made the tough detective smile and feel a lump form in her throat. Being the cause of that kind of happiness, no matter how short-lived, in someone as beautiful as Maura was amazing. She wanted to do it everyday for the rest of her life. I love you, Jane thought as she tried to collect herself. Maura's small, strong hand on her knee got her attention as her friend pushed her leg gently to put her knees together. The look that accompanied the touch, their eye contact was long and lingering, so full of fire. Jane couldn't help but think that maybe there was a chance. I know you love me too. You made sure I knew that.

"I really like Tommy, but I love you."

Jane remembered the simple sentence that made her heart feel as if it were going to explode. She was ready to tell Maura then, tell her just how much love she returned. Jane wouldn't let herself get lost in the sentiment, too afraid of the risk, she took it for what it was and how her best friend most likely meant it. Every night since then, before her eyelids closed completely, that simple sentence echoed in her mind allowing her a peaceful nights rest.

[You tell me that your mine. Are you just being kind? Lets not stretch our imagination]

"I'm gonna go get changed." Jane stood abruptly, causing Maura's hand to fall to the cushion with a quiet thud. When the detective found solace in her bedroom she let out a sigh. Things were becoming so complicated. Every moment that was spent with Maura she fell more in love with her. There was no way of helping the way she felt, the way she melted when their eyes connected and when they shared a smile. Jane shook her head, collecting herself and trying to finish the task at hand. Once she was changed into her soft, worn gray sweatpants and plain black tank top she returned to the living room and the object of her secret affections.

The sight that welcomed her was one she wanted to walk into every night. Maura was sitting with her legs tucked neatly beneath herself and her head resting on the back of the couch. Her eyes were closed and her face was painted with such a peaceful calm Jane felt guilty for disturbing her. Once she shuffled back to the couch Maura's eyes opened to greet her and a familiar quiver played low in her belly.

[When you look in my eyes always get them butterflies. My knees get weak with anticipation.]

Jane settled between her friend and the arm of the couch, feeling delighted when the ME reclaimed the spot closely against her side. With a deep breath Jane took in the distinct scent of Maura, the woman she couldn't get enough of. No matter how stressed she was, no matter how terrible her day, this scent was like a tranquilizer for her. She instantly calmed. "I love you." Perhaps she was too calm because she didn't realize the words actually left her mouth until it was too late. The small and soft body shifted next to her.

[And if I might have a slip of the tongue will the fun disappear? Is the binding coming undone?]

"I love you too, Jane." Maura looked into her eyes with such sincerity Jane found herself fighting back tears.

A moment of panic overwhelmed the detective and she began to fidget uncomfortably, holding her hands together and rubbing the raised scars on her palms. Play it off and whatever you do don't look into her eyes. "How could you not?" Nervous laughter shook her shoulders. Does she have any idea what she does to me? That I'm trying to hide my love so desperately it's killing me? Could her love be the same as mine?

Maura, being her observant self, picked up on her friends nervousness and decided to play along. "Exactly. You're irresistible." She let the statement hang in the air as she snuggled back into the detective. Her hand finding its way to a muscled thigh and squeezing just once.

[You keep me waiting within your grasp but I can't tell what you feel and I'm too afraid to ask you.]

The two women stayed in that position for a long while, neither wanting to lose contact or end the night. The silence was comfortable and soothing. They never needed words, they only needed each other. Jane knew she'd eventually tell Maura how she felt, whether on purpose or accidental she wasn't sure, she just knew it would happen. But not tonight. Tonight she just wanted relish the warmth of Maura's body and allow herself to daydream of the easy life they could live together.

[Better luck next time. Maybe we could have a go with another kind of love, one that carries on.]