A little more of my favorite couple. A little longer. Written in 3 days, the story has 12 Chapters, which I will upload during the next week, and hope you will enjoy this. Thanks for reading my stories, and even more for all the feedback, good, bad and inbetween. :)

Summary: Maura left Boston to start a new life. And this new life contains a little girl. And the dreams of Jane. Until they become real.

Disclaimer - Yes, Rizolli and Isles still belong to TNT and Tess Gerritsen, but Maura is on my Christmas wishlist, so ... And the song that keeps making me cry and inspired me belongs to The Veronicas - Speechless.

Cuz you leave me speechless
When you talk to me
You leave me breathless
The way you look at me
You manage to disarm me
My soul is shining through
Can't help but surrender
My everything to you

Chapter 1 of 12

Speechless

It had taken Maura years, years to get over Jane. Years that have drawn her away from Boston, that have made her travel, not only through the States, but through Europe and Asia as well. After years of traveling, she came back to her old place only to quickly realize it wasn't her home any more. She packed the few personal things and left Boston once again. And she could only hope to leave all the memories behind.

But every night, they haunted her dreams. She stayed in New York for a while, close to her parents, spent time in one of their houses. But she always knew she wanted something on her own, a place just for herself.

And so, almost another year passed until she found a place. She fell in love with a nice house by the sea, where she could sleep with the windows open and just hear the waves brushing on the beach. It had more rooms than she needed, but she didn't care. She filled them with life, clothes, books, music and wine.

When she started her new job as Medical Examiner in a hospital, she ran into Jennifer during the first night shift. Jennifer, a surgeon, mother and wife, saved her from terrible cafeteria food. She invited her to pizza and coke, and over dinner, they started talking. After that night, they tried to spend lunch breaks together, and soon, Jen invited her to meet her family.

They quickly became friends, close friends. Jens husband Jack liked Maura, and their 4 year old daughter Charlotte – Lotta – adored the ME.

They barbequed, the girls went shopping together, they sat on the balcony watching the sunsets. Sometimes, Maura found herself babysitting little Lotta, and even enjoyed reading the toddler bedtime stories. And somehow, for the first time in a very long while, Maura felt comfortable.

Life wasn't always sunny though. The job was stressful, even more than if she had a new student. Sometimes, she missed her parents, and sometimes, she missed Boston. And sometimes, she felt home in her house by the sea.

On a warm day, after her second year in Florida, Maura got a call. The call she always had expected back at her time in Boston. A cop asked her to come to the hospital. There, she was informed her friend Jennifer and Jack died in a car accident, and their 5 year old daughter Charlotte was injured. There was a notice from a lawyer which said that Jennifer had asked to give Charlotte to Maura.

Maura was speechless. Tears formed in her eyes, but she fought them back. She went to see Lotta, who had a broken leg and several cuts. She was asleep by the time Maura arrived. Maura sat there all night, a million thoughts in her head.

It took them months to find a balance together, find a way to figure how they can share their lives. But Lotta liked Maura, and Maura, who never wanted kids, somehow was glad she got her. When Lotta started school, Maura had planned things through, adjusted to her own schedule.

Lotta missed her parents a lot, and Maura tried the best to fill that gap – though she knew she couldn't. But the girl trusted her, and enjoyed their time together. They liked the beach, liked yoga and biking. It wasn't always easy; they fought about little things sometimes, but over all Maura were glad to have the girl under her wings.

On a warm day, they sat on the beach, Maura with a glass of wine in her hand, Lotta with a juice. Their feet sunken deep into the sand; they watch the sun set.

"Maura, can I ask you something?"

"Always."

"Why don't you have a husband?"

Maura looked at the blond girl surprised. "Because I never married."

"But you don't have a boyfriend either."

"That's true."

"Mommy said you like girls."

Now, Maura was stunned. "Well… yes she is right. I do like men and women."

Lotta took a moment to think. "You don't have a girlfriend."

"No, not for a while."

"Do you have a girlfriend where you lived before?"

Maura took a sip of her wine. "Yes, back in Boston, I had a girlfriend", she thoughtfully said.

Lotta imitated her and drank her juice. "What was her name? Tell me about her. Where is she now? Why does she never visit?"

"Oh, you need to slow down." Maura kept quiet for a while. "Her name is Jane. Jane Rizzoli. We met when I started working in Boston. I worked as a medical examiner, and she is a cop. A very tough cop. We became friends, worked a lot together. Sometimes, we went to sports together, or in the evening, shared a beer. Well, she likes wine. She is half Italian, very Italian. Her family is great." Maura smiled. "But that's enough for tonight, okay? Its bedtime."

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