A/N: I'm back folks with another somewhat crazy story. It is a bit of a slow burn multichapter fic (not that slow, because even I am too impatient for that lol). This was inspired by magnaslinger and as she has been in the hospital, I wanted to wait until she was able to read it before I started posting. I will try to update this twice a week. Enough babbling: Enjoy!

It was Friday night and Maura and Jane had their usual sleepover night planned. The best friends had been looking forward to it all week after a string of grizzly murders had taken up most of their week. By some miracle, or as Maura kept emphasizing, science, BPD homicide detectives in conjunction with the superb work of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts Medical Examiner's office has managed to solve the case in record time, needing only three days to have enough evidence to make an arrest and hand over the case to the district attorney's office.

Maura felt she deserved to leave the office early on Friday after such a swift wave of justice and so she had headed home around three. She knew that Jane would have to stay a bit later, still having tons of paperwork to close the case in the eyes of BPD. Maura had stopped by the bullpen to make sure they were still on for their relaxing evening at her home. Jane had looked so exhausted when she had entered the room, although she managed to give Maura a beaming smile, a smile that Maura liked to think was reserved just for her.

Jane had expressed her jealousy that Maura got to leave early but had confirmed that she would be over as soon as she was done. Maura had given her a sympathetic look from her perch against the side of Jane's desk and lightly patted her friend on the arm in solidarity. Maura felt her stomach fill with butterflies at the way goosebumps erupted on the flesh she had just touched. She had been noticing more and more how Jane would react to her physical affection and it gave Maura's long hidden desires space to slowly make their way out of the deep cavern she had put them in.

After so many years of friendship, close and intimate friendship, Maura had had to lock her feelings for her best friend away for the sake of self preservation. However, it was getting harder and harder for her to ignore them when Jane was visibly reacting to her. Maura shook herself internally and bid her farewells to the team and shot Jane a shy smile as she said she would see her later.

Once arriving at home, Maura quickly changed out of her work clothes, for once wanting nothing more than to be completely comfortable. She put on one of Jane's Red Sox t-shirts that had snuck its way into her drawers somehow and a pair of yoga pants. Maura decided to be barefoot, her feet sore from the countless hours in heels she had spent on the case this week. She let out a sigh of contentment as she eased herself onto the couch, wine glass in hand, and truly relaxed for the first time in too long.

Although, the relaxation didn't last long, since Maura's giant, overactive brain would not stop thinking about the recent interactions between Jane and herself. Maura allowed herself just a sliver of hope that perhaps her best friend really did hold similar feelings for her, feelings that they had been dancing around for so many years. The more Maura mulled over their relationship, the more she saw how much that they were already a couple in a long term relationship, just without the sex.

And oh how Maura had thought about the sex. Even though Jane was so reluctant to discuss anything that intimate with Maura, she knew that lying beneath the prudish exterior was a latent sex goddess. How did she know, you may wonder. Well, firstly, as a doctor, Maura knew many things about the anatomy of a human being and part of that knowledge allowed her to theorize that based on Jane's bone structure and movement, her lithe, athletic friend was a prime candidate to be exhibit significant prowess in mating activities.

Secondly, Maura had on occasion accidentally overheard Jane pleasuring herself when she didn't think Maura was home or awake and the sounds that came from her stoic friend had made Maura rush to her own room to take care of her overpowering arousal. Therefore, Maura had concluded that Jane was a sex goddess and this thought alone had been the fodder for many a wet dream for the medical examiner, leading to many masturbation sessions featuring the olive skin and deep pools of brown eyes that belonged to Detective Jane Rizzoli.

Maura was getting worked up thinking about all these things on her couch and decided she needed a distraction if she was going to make it through an entire night with the object of her affection. Turning on the TV, Maura went through her recordings to see if there were any documentaries that she had yet to watch, knowing many of them held no interest to Jane and no amount of bribery would get the stubborn detective to watch them with her. Choosing one that seemed interesting, Maura sank back into the couch, sipped her wine and was suddenly caught up in the very relevant material.

~R&I~

Jane was beyond tired. The case of the week had been brutal and she had worked countless hours, with Maura and the rest of the team, to close it in record time, considering how complicated everything that been. Jane was extremely proud of the work that they had done to get this psycho off the streets but if she didn't get some rest soon, she was afraid she might end up on Maura's table in the morgue.

Five o'clock finally crept around and Jane decided to call it a day. The rest of the paperwork could wait until Monday. Cavanaugh had given her the weekend off as a reward for closing the case so quickly and Jane was determined to use every minute doing as much of nothing as she could.

Closing the file on her desk and locking it into her drawer, Jane stood up slowly, her back popping in protest of the hours she had been hunched over her desk. Jane made a mental note to ask Maura if she wanted to join her for a spa day, massages and facials a must after their tough week. Jane chuckled to herself at this thought. Since when had big bad Jane Rizzoli, Boston's toughest and youngest homicide detective ever, think about spa days?

The answer to that was simple: since she met Maura. Something about the enigmatic doctor had immediately captured Jane's interest. Well not that immediately. There had been that incident where Maura had mistaken her for a prostitute and their ensuing quarrel had provided lots of amusement to their friends and family when they retold the story later, after they had been nearly inseparable friends.

Friends. Jane thought about this word as she got into her cruiser and started heading home. Well, not home but to Maura's, which Jane realized with a start, was really starting to feel more like her home than her own apartment. Sure she spent time at her place, but it was rare these days that she was ever there alone, Maura always accompanying her. In fact, the more Jane thought about it, their sleepover nights weren't just Fridays anymore. Most nights, one of them would sleepover at the others place, the friends even sharing a bed when they were at Jane's since she didn't have a spare room. Jane would sleep in the guest room at Maura's but occasionally, Maura would ask her to stay with her in her room.

Was that typical of just friends? Jane wondered as she drove home, um, to Maura's, as if on autopilot. Jane hadn't had many female friends over her life, finding it easier to be around guys, her interests more aligned with theirs. The one female friendship she had had when she was very young had fizzled out once they hit puberty and the girl had started going gaga over boys and Jane couldn't be bothered. Not that Jane wasn't interested in dating, she just had other things that were more important to her, like kicking butt in sports and getting into the police academy.

Jane pulled into Maura's driveway and as she put the car in park, Jane thought hard on her friendship with Maura. Jane knew she loved Maura, more than she had ever loved any of the men she had dated. What Jane wasn't sure about was if that love was just platonic or if it could be more. She had never been with a woman, never even thought of it really, her strict Catholic upbringing making such thoughts taboo. Well, that was until recently.

Recently, Jane had had too many thoughts about what it would be like to be sexually intimate with a woman. No, not just any woman, Maura, specifically. One woman, a woman who Jane was starting to think of as her woman, which of course was crazy considering that they weren't even together. Jane had no claim over Maura, other than being her very protective best friend. But Jane was starting to think that she did want that, to claim Maura as her own.

At the thought of claiming Maura, Jane's whole body began to heat, her core clenching in desire. This was a reaction that was starting to happen more and more recently. When Maura would touch her, or even just look at her the way she did, so loving and adoring. Sometimes, Jane even thought she caught a hint of desire in Maura's eyes when she thought Jane wasn't looking. The effect was not lost on Jane and it was getting much more difficult to hide her body's reaction to these moments.

Jane let out a deep sigh as she got out of the car, locked it, and headed toward Maura's front door. She thought about knocking but remembered the scolding she had received from Maura the last time she had done that. Smiling to herself, Jane used her key. After entering, Jane locked the door behind her and went to put her gun and badge in their designated spot, Maura having put a gun safe right at the entrance for this purpose.

Jane smiled again, realizing why she felt so at home here. Maura had done many little things over the years to accommodate Jane into her space. And Jane, for her part, had done the same at her place, putting a shoe rack by the door for Maura's ridiculous torture devices she called shoes and making sure there were good hangers in the her closet for Maura's expensive wardrobe. The considerations had seemed small at the time, just something one does for someone they care about, but now as Jane was in a mood to analyze them, she was beginning to see them for what they truly were, compromises one makes for a significant other.

Jane was startled out of her reflection when Maura's voice wafted from the living room, calling out to her. "Jane, is that you?" Jane rolled her eyes, constantly baffled at her genius friend who could sometimes ask such dumb questions.

"No, it's the other person you gave your key to," Jane answered, sarcasm dripping from every word as she took off her shoes, placed them on the rack, and moved to the living room in her socked feet.

"Hey, no need for that, Jane. I just was starting to worry since you had been quietly at the door for awhile. It is very unlike you not to announce your presence wherever you go," Maura teased back. Jane felt herself relaxing as she and Maura began the ritual of their usual back and forth bantering that was a staple of their friendship. Jane enjoyed it immensely and it was yet another reason why she felt at home here.

"Ha, ha, funny one, scootch over so I can lay down," Jane said while she plopped onto the couch, easing her feet into Maura's lap without even thinking about her actions. Once she settled, Maura dropped the one hand not holding her wine glass down onto Jane's ankle and began to stroke it with her thumb absentmindedly. Jane almost moaned at the contact, even though it was through her socks, Maura's gentle caress doing things to her body.

Swallowing down any inappropriate sounds, Jane cleared her throat as she asked, "can I have a sip of that? I forgot to grab something and I am way too comfortable now to move." Maura moved the glass within Jane's reach without even looking at her, the doctor's eyes glued to the screen of the TV. Jane hadn't even noticed what was on, so intent on only two things after entering the house: Maura and comfort.

After taking a sip of the deep red liquid, Jane handed the glass back to Maura and turned to take a closer look at the TV. Some tribal ritual was going on that had lots of chanting and swaying and Jane was immediately turned off by the program.

"Maaaurrr, do we have to watch one of your educational thingies tonight?" Jane whined, not caring that she sounded like a spoiled child. After the week they had had, Jane just wanted to either watch sports or some silly rom/com that they could partially ignore, using the movie as a reason to snuggle with Maura.

"Jane, sush, it's almost over," Maura replied, eyes still intently staring at the screen. She did move her hand that was still on Jane's ankle up a bit, beginning to massage her calf through her slacks. That was enough to placate Jane for a bit, unable to stop the groan that released at the skilled way Maura worked her tight muscle.

"Hmmm, fine, but only if you keep doing that," Jane practically purred, her eyes closed as she settled back to enjoy Maura's leg massage. She let out only a slight yip when suddenly there were two hands working over both of her legs, strong, sure hands moving with precision over all the tense muscles in her legs. Jane felt like she had died and gone to heaven.

All too soon the impromptu massage was over and Jane let out a whimper as she opened her eyes to see what the cause was. Maura was moving her feet off her lap as she got up, taking her wine glass with her.

"Where are you going?" Jane whined, this time sounding more like a child who had their favorite toy taken away. Maura just chuckled and continued on her journey to the kitchen. Jane slung herself over the back of the couch so she could watch her.

"You are in need of a beer, I am in need of more wine, we both are in need of food, and," Maura paused, gesturing to the TV, "my program has ended. I believe the conditions of our agreement were that I would continue to massage your legs as long as the show was on. As it is now over, the terms have been fulfilled." Maura smirked at Jane as she puttered around the kitchen, getting out leftovers from the fridge and heating them up.

Jane couldn't help grin at her friend. Always so logical but Jane could see the traces of her influence on the genius. Maura was able to joke and tease with the best of them now and it warmed Jane's heart whenever Maura chose to do it with her. Jane was proud but didn't want to let Maura get away with her teasing.

"I can't argue with any of the above. However, I think that means that I get to choose what we watch next and you still have to give me a massage," Jane said with a smirk.

Maura shook her head at Jane's antics but didn't say anything, continuing to prepare their dinner. Jane felt a bit like a slacker for letting Maura wait on her, so she pried herself off the couch and made herself useful, pulling plates, utensils, and napkins out of their respective places. They began a familiar dance, moving easily around each other in the kitchen until everything was ready and they made their way back to the couch, Maura with the drinks, Jane with the plates of food.

Once they were settled, this time sitting shoulder to shoulder, Jane now on Maura's right so that they wouldn't bump arms while they ate. Jane chose a comedy that she had seen before but Maura hadn't and dug into her food. After several moments of silent chewing, Maura finally spoke up.

"This seems like a highly improbable premise to a film. How would a successful editor of a major publishing house not know that her visa was expiring? And why would she think that marrying her assistant would work to deceive the government? That is a felony and not worth the effort to commit such a fraud," Maura stated, her face scrunched up in confusion. Jane found the entire thing adorable.

Putting her empty plate down on the table and turning to put Maura's as well, Jane sat back on the couch and snuggled in to Maura's side, leaning her head against her best friend's shoulder. Jane let out a sigh of happiness when Maura leaned her head on top of Jane's, rubbing her cheek against the top of Jane's.

"Maur, just shush and watch the movie. I promise you'll like it," Jane mumbled, starting to feel drowsy now that she was comfortably wrapped up in Maura's calming presence. Maura gave a little huff of annoyance at being told to be quiet but then wormed her arm around Jane's back, pulling her closer to her side so that Jane could rest more easily against her. Jane smiled as she slipped into a sweet, restful slumber for the first time all week.

A/N: What do you think so far? The crazy starts next chapter. I just wanted to setup things and show everyone where we were starting from. Stay tuned...