Disclaimer: I do not own Rizzoli and Isles.

Jane had called in sick today. Well, technically Maura had called in sick for Jane after being kept awake at night with her wives incessant coughing.

"It's not that bad Maur," Jane groaned, her wife ignoring her pleas.

"You are correct Jane. It's not that bad. You could have Acaral Necrosis, Vibiro Cholerai, or some other deadly virus."

"Acne what?"

"Acaral Necrosis, Jane," Maura says loving the way Jane would never pronounce anything the least bit scientific correctly, " It's the bubonic plague, you know, the inspiration for Ring around the Rosie."

Jane just gives Maura a funny look, telling her that Jane's fever ridden mind did not understand a word out of the doctor's mouth.

"Jane, why don't you just sleep? You know it is one of the best ways to fight illness."

"Maura," Jane says exasperatedly, "Just give me some Dayquil and let me go to work."

"No Jane." Maura says giving one of the pouts she reserves just for Jane.

"Maura," Jane says as a coughing fit wracks through her body.

"My point exactly Jane. How am I to be sure you won't go chasing after a suspect and die from some underlying condition causing your cough?"

Jane tries to get up again, to protest, but with her strength diminished one tiny shove from Maura sends her back onto the bed.

"Jane, please just rest," Maura pleads, "for me."

"Maur….." Jane cannot finish her sentence as Maura pushes her lips against Jane's to shut her up.

"Jane, please. If you stay home, then once you get better I promise I will make it worth your while."

Jane smirks, knowing she's not going to wait that long, as she pulls Maura onto their bed and tries her best to please her.