Hiya! So, I'm not ditching Newlyweds for those of you who might be concerned. I think that story has been a hit and I'm pretty proud of that.

This fic is gonna be a whole bunch of one (maybe two) shots. There is an amazing Tumblr called WriteWorld with photos, sentences, and other things to inspire writers to write. I've been perusing it a bit and some of the sentences hit me and I formulated Rizzles plots to go along with them. Of course, some of the piece in this fic will be just random plot bunnies in my head. Some post-eps, some fluffy, some just fun.

I am going to put all the shots into one multi-chap fic because I don't want to publish them all separately and commandeer the Rizzles fanfic listing.

Feel free to leave me a sentence, word, or anything else and I'll see what I can do!

This prompt is: "All the mirrors in the house were covered." Takes place in the days following the death of Hoyt.

Maura's eyes couldn't help but fall on Jane's empty desk as she walked through the squad room after delivering a collection of reports to Cavanaugh.

"Any idea when she's coming back?" Frost asked as he followed Maura's soft gaze.

"Pardon?" Maura asked as she stopped to turn to Frost.

"It's been 3 days since she killed Hoyt," Frost pointed out. "Rizzoli isn't the type of person to take 3 hours of personal, let alone three days."

"Department suggested she take some time," Korsak piped in. "They know what she did was justified and they're not suspicious but they told Jane she should take a few days to recoup. She didn't put up a fight."

"Have either of you spoken to her?" Maura asked, looking between the two men.

"Not me," Frost said. "I was gonna call her but I have no idea what I'd say. You talked to her, Korsak?"

"For a minute or two, yeah," Korsak said sadly. "She texted me asking if she could give Jo Friday to Angela and in turn have Angela bring Jo to me so I could keep an eye on her. I called her to get details about feeding schedule and the like. We didn't talk about anything other than Jo but she sounded…It nearly broke my heart hearing Jane sound like she did."

"I haven't heard from her since we left the prison," Maura admitted. "I know that she requires space but…" Maura trailed off before taking a deep breath. "Would you gentlemen like to get dinner? Dirty Robber, my treat," the doctor offered.

After a comfortable dinner with Korsak and Frost, Maura found herself standing in front of Jane's apartment door, a Dirty Robber takeout container with a burger and fries in one hand and a milkshake in the other. She had been standing in front of the door for a few minutes, occasionally moving the shake to rest on top of the container so she could knock but her knuckles never made it to the door. On her third attempt, she finally felt her knuckles connect with Jane's door and produce a soft knocking.

When Jane opened the door several moments later, Maura was shocked at just how much had changed about the detective's appearance in the three days since they had last seen each other. Her skin was no longer the deep olive color and the curls in her hair appeared to have been ignored by both shower and brush alike. She wore baggy sweats that seemed to swallow her entirely.

"I brought you some take out," Maura said softly as she met Jane's eyes. "There's no kale, I promise," she added with a gentle smile.

Jane responded by turning to walk back to her couch, leaving the door open to give Maura silent permission to enter her home. Maura gently closed the door behind her, quickly noticing that the blinds had been drawn on all the windows. The soft clicking of her heels on hardwood were the only sounds as she walked to sit on the other end of the couch Jane seemed to be sleeping and living on.

"Bacon cheeseburger with Swiss cheese, light lettuce and extra pickles," Maura said as she placed the box on the coffee table and pushed it to the middle. "There's a side of fries in there as well. And a chocolate and strawberry swirled milkshake," she added as she pushed the shake next to the box.

"How did you…?" Jane asked as she looked at the Styrofoam cup sitting on her table.

"Vince told me," Maura replied with a soft smile. "I originally ordered you a plain chocolate shake but he told me that your favorite is secretly the chocolate and strawberry swirled. So I got you that."

"Reminds me of chocolate covered strawberries," Jane murmured. "We'd pick the strawberries at the farm near my grandma's house and then dip them in chocolate."

"I can always go out and buy some strawberries and chocolate, if you'd like," Maura offered.

"No," Jane said as she shook her head slightly. "The shake is more than enough. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Maura smiled. "May I use your restroom?" she asked.

"Yeah, you know where it is," Jane said as she continued to look at the food on her table. She'd barely eaten since returning from giving her statement and felt her stomach rumble at the scent of her favorite food.

Maura offered a smile as she stood up and made her way towards Jane's bathroom. When she entered the bathroom, she gasped softly when the bed sheet covering the large mirror behind the sink caught her eye. She quickly did her business and washed her hands, exiting the bathroom and turning towards Jane's bedroom instead of the living room. Her eyes took in the closed blinds before falling on the vanity Angela had given to Jane. Pulled over the oval shaped mirror was a pillowcase. Feeling an ache begin in her chest, Maura exited the bedroom and walked back to the living room, not missing the fact that the key rack hanging next to Jane's door that has a mirror on it has been covered with newspaper and tape.

Maura returned to her place on the couch opposite of Jane, noticing that the food had been left untouched but that the shake was now sitting on the table in front of Jane.

"I covered anything that can reflect an image," Jane said softly, in case Maura hadn't noticed what she had done.

"I noticed," Maura replied just as softly.

"Anytime I saw my reflection, I couldn't stop seeing him in the reflection, too. Like he was standing right beside me," Jane explained. "Or worse, I don't see his body but I see his eyes in mine. Like I've turned into him or he's living inside of me" she added. "Plus I'm not lookin' too hot right now," Jane continued with a soft laugh. "My hair is more of rats nest now than it was in high school and my skin is all yellow and gross. Not something I wanna see."

"The jaundice is most likely from lack of sleep and proper nutrients," Maura noted. "So although I will deny this if you ever tell anyone, I do encourage you to eat the burger and fries," Maura smiled. "And, if you would like, I keep an emergency bag in my car that contains some rather luxurious shampoo and condition. I can run to my car and bring those up."

"Is it the same stuff you usually use? The one that smells real good?" Jane asked, turning her head to look in Maura's eyes for the first time since she entered the apartment.

"Yes," Maura smiled. "It has ginger and citrus fragrances, plus various other essential oils designed to keep hair strong and smooth."

"If you don't mind…" Jane trailed off. "If you don't mind getting it, I'd love to use it."

"I don't mind at all," Maura said. "I offered, didn't I?" she added as she rose to her feet. "I'll be right back."

"My keys are hanging up next to the door," Jane pointed out. "You can grab them so you don't have to knock when you come back."

Grinning, Maura pulled Jane's keys from where they hung and quickly walked down the hall and to her car, grabbing her entire emergency bag so she was prepared to stay at Jane's overnight if needed. When she returned to Jane's apartment, she was relieved to see the Dirty Robber container opened and Jane lifting a fry into her mouth.

"Can I ask you something?" Jane thought out loud as Maura set her bag down next to the door and slipped her heels off.

"Anything," Maura responded without hesitation.

"Well, it's not really asking you something as it is asking you for something," Jane mused.

"My answer is still the same," Maura said as she sat back down next to Jane. "Anything."

"You're a doctor and sometimes doctor's do this sorta stuff," Jane began. "I just…It's super stupid but, uh, would you mind helping me shower? Don't have to get totally naked at all but I just thought it might…"

"Be a bit comforting?" Maura suggested.

"Yeah," Jane said softly. "But if that's too weird for you or anything I totally understand."

"Not weird at all," Maura smiled as she reached out to place a hand on Jane's knee. "But I want you to eat at least 10 fries and 3 bites of that burger before anything else. Doctor's orders."

"The doctor is telling her patient to eat a greasy burger and fries?" Jane asked, a soft smile gracing her lips for the first time in days.

"Oh, hush," Maura smiled as she watched Jane pick up the burger and take a small bite. "I'm almost certain you haven't eaten much these past few days so if you can only get one or two bites in, that's fine. I don't want you to overload your stomach or otherwise upset it."

"Thanks," Jane smiled after she'd swallowed the small bite of burger and set it back down, opting for the fries that took far less energy to chew.

"I'm going to go turn the shower on and get the water warmed up," Maura said after a minute of Jane slowly eating. "Just come on in whenever you're ready," she added as she stood up and grabbed her bag, disappearing down the hall. She adjusted the dials of the shower to what she felt was an appropriate temperature before leaving the bathroom to enter Jane's room, remembering a shower chair covered in old clothes that she could place in the shower for Jane to sit on. Returning to the bathroom with that and a pair of less baggy sweats for Jane, Maura placed the chair in the shower and waited for Jane.

It only took a few minutes for Jane to place the take out container in the fridge and the half empty shake in the freezer and enter her bathroom where a smiling Maura greeted her.

"I hope it's okay that I've pulled the shower chair from your bedroom," Maura said as she gestured to the chair in the shower. "I thought it might be more comfortable for you."

"Yeah, that's totally fine," Jane replied. "Ma got me that chair when I joined the force. She said she wanted to make sure that I didn't pass out from exhaustion while showering."

"She loves you," Maura smiled. "Did you want me to grab you a bathing suit to wear? Or…" she trailed off, not sure how to proceed.

"I can just stay in my underwear, if that's cool?" Jane asked. "I don't even know where my bathing suit is."

"That's cool with me," Maura stated as she watched Jane pull the baggy hoodie over her head, quickly followed by her stepping out of large sweatpants so she was left in a black sports bra and matching boy shorts. "Step in and see if the temperature is okay," Maura instructed as she noticed Jane looking to her for guidance. "I'll adjust it and then step in behind you."

Nodding, Jane stepped into the bathtub and moved to sit on the bath chair. The water was aimed right at her chest, easily cascading down her entire body.

"Could it maybe get a bit hotter?" Jane asked, causing Maura to reach into the shower and adjust the dial a bit. "That's perfect," Jane said when she felt the temperature increase.

Smiling, Maura quickly slid out of her navy blue dress and draped it over the towel rack attached to the back of the bathroom door, leaving her in a matching set of nude undergarments. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail before pulling the shower curtain back and stepping into the shower behind Jane. She remained outside of the direct spray of the shower, only getting slightly hit with stray droplets that rebounded off the wall or the woman in front of her.

"I'm right behind you," Maura said softly, hoping to not startle the detective.

"I know," Jane murmured her reply before tilting her head forward to allow the spray of water to wet her hair for the first time since the morning before she'd faced Hoyt.

Maura slowly placed her hands on Jane's shoulders, rubbing the tense muscles until Jane lifted her head and leaned back so only her body was hit by the water.

Taking initiative, Maura reached to the side of the tub where she'd placed the bottles of hair products and pumped some of the fragrant shampoo into her palm. Rubbing her hands together briefly, she slowly placed her hands on Jane's scalp and began to massage the shampoo into brunette curls. Jane sighed as she felt Maura's fingers work through her hair, the fragrance so distinctly Maura and instantly soothing Jane's tense body.

"You can rinse now," Maura said gently after another few minutes of rubbing shampoo through the long hair she secretly envied. Jane once again tilted her head forward to let the water hit her hair and, just like before, Maura let her hands move to Jane's shoulders where she rubbed soothing patterns until the water ran clear of suds.

She smiled as Jane pulled her head back without instruction and Maura pumped conditioner into her hands, once again gently running her fingers through Jane's curls. Her heart fluttered as she felt a sigh of contentment slip past Jane's lips. They were both in undergarments and the energy of the room was intimate but not sexual. It was an energy that no one but they would ever understand. Maura pulled her hands from Jane's hair and back to her shoulders as the detective rinsed the conditioner from her hair.

Maura kept her hands on Jane's shoulders even when Jane pulled her head from the spray of water and couldn't stop the soft surprised sound that left her when Jane leaned back to rest her head against Maura's abdomen.

"Thank you for doing this," Jane said softly, her eyes still closed as she allowed herself the time to enjoy the shower's warmth and Maura's hands rubbing her shoulders gently.

"Of course," Maura smiled as she looked down at Jane and saw the way Jane's facial muscles were relaxed. "Thank you for letting me help you."

"Thank you for not hating me," Jane admitted. "Because you have every right to after I let that monster hurt you."

"Thank you for saving me," Maura retorted gently, knowing that Jane was indeed blaming herself for what Hoyt had done to her. "Because you really did save me."

Jane tilted her head up and opened her eyes, startled slightly to find Maura's eyes already looking down at her.

"I'm sorry I let him hurt you," Jane said as she let her eyes leave Maura's and to the angry red mark on Maura's neck.

"Tis but a scratch," Maura smiled, causing Jane to let out a soft laugh.

"Did you really just quote Monty Python?" Jane asked as she pulled her eyes from the injury on otherwise perfect skin to meet Maura's eyes.

"I did," Maura grinned. "Proud?"

"Very. Next thing ya know you'll be chugging beer and wearing polyester blends," Jane smirked, thankful for the few moments of normalcy the teasing brought.

"I wouldn't go that far," Maura smiled. "Would you like to get out and try to get some sleep?"

"Can we just stay like this for a bit longer?" Jane asked as she closed her eyes. "It's not every day that my shower stays hot this long," she mused. "Plus your stomach is oddly comfortable."

"We can certainly stay like this," Maura smiled as she continued to look down at the detective's relaxed face.

The two women remained in the shower, the running water offering soothing white noise until Maura noticed Jane's head on her abdomen start lolling to one side. Without thinking, she bent over to place a soft kiss to the crown of Jane's head.

"Let's get you into bed," Maura said softly, reaching an arm out to shut the water off. She stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel, holding it open to invite Jane out. Complying, Jane stepped from the shower and allowed Maura to wrap the towel around her. "I brought you some fresh sweats," Maura said as she pointed to the clothing placed next to the sink.

"Do you need pajamas?" Jane asked.

"I have my emergency bag," Maura smiled as she took a step towards the bag in the corner and pulled out a pair of silk pajama pants and a matching silk tank top. "I'll step out into your bedroom so you can remove your wet undergarments," Maura said as she grabbed the bag and slipped from the bathroom to let Jane change without her presence.

When Jane entered her room, she smiled as she noticed Maura had straightened her sheets and comforter from their tangled mess and was currently fluffing a pillow.

"You're too good to me," Jane stated, not entirely sure if she was teasing or being genuine.

"Just doing my duties as a best friend," Maura smiled as she pulled the covers down on one side and beckoned Jane to slide onto her bed. Once Jane was under the covers, Maura tucked the comforter up before crouching down next to Jane's face. "I know that right now you hate mirrors and what you see if them and I understand," Maura said softly as she tucked a damp curl behind Jane's ear. "But you can't hide forever," she pointed out as she pulled a small compact mirror from her pajama pants pocket and set it on the pillow next to Jane's head. "I'm gonna go crash on the couch because you need undisturbed sleep. But the compact is yours to keep. Open it now and see your reflection-your's, Jane. Not his. Or wait until you're ready. But it's there whenever you want it." And with that, Maura kissed Jane's forehead and stood back up, flicking the bedside lamp off before heading to the living room.

Jane's eyes remained on the small compact mirror as Maura spoke and left the room. She took a few deep breaths, calmed by the scent of Maura that hung in the air, and took the compact in her hands. She clicked it open and furrowed her brow when a folded piece of paper fluttered to her pillow. Jane set the compact down on her pillow and, after flicking the lamp back on, took the small piece of paper and opened it, immediately recognizing Maura's elegant script.

I love you.

Relaxing back against the pillow, Jane caught her reflection in the small compact mirror and saw nothing but her own soft smile.

So, I kinda like this. It might seem a bit out of character for Jane to ask for Maura to shower with her but trauma really screws with people so it could happen. I'm fond of the way Maura and Jane can be intimate without being sexual, if that makes sense.