Hey everyone! I'm back with another Rizzoli & Isles story. Woo! This is the first chapter. That's right, I'm taking on another multi-chapter story. Exciting, n'est-ce pas? This takes place in almost an AU type thingy. Casey's back from another tour and has messed with Jane's emotions again. It doesn't really follow any of the plot lines from any of the seasons, just mentions old cases and people and what not.

Well, I hope you all enjoy this first part!

Disclaimer: I don't own Rizzoli & Isles, though I wish I did.

She opened the door to find a very disgruntled looking Maura Isles standing in her door frame.

"You did it again, didn't you?" Jane asked, stepping aside to let Maura in. The ME walked in and flopped down uncharacteristically on the couch, "What'd he have this time?"

"Lou Gehrig's disease. The early onset of it at least," She sighed.

"Really?" Jane asked, walking to her kitchen to get a bottle of beer for herself and a glass of wine for Maura, and sitting beside her friend.

"Yeah," Maura let out a small laugh and took a sip of her wine, "At least he thanked me. That's something,"

"That's good," Jane said, taking a swig of her beer.

"Any word from Casey at all?" Maura asked cautiously.

"No, he still hasn't told me his decision," Jane said tersely, "I wish he would though."

They fell silent for a few minutes, sitting pensively and slowly drinking their drinks. The silence was comfortable, like a blanket on a cold winter's night.

"I'm starting to fall out of love with him," Jane whispered, so quietly that Maura almost didn't hear her.

"Really?" Maura sat up and turned around to face Jane more clearly, "Jane, I thought you loved him. Like you could spend the rest of your life with him."

Jane sighed, and nodded, "Remember the Boston Strangler ordeal?" She asked, looking at Maura and waiting for her nod, "I was talking to Leahy, and I said that I was single by choice. That I couldn't get married because any man that I could love wouldn't want me doing the job I do. And that would be the deal breaker for me because, as you know, I love this job."

"I know Jane, I know," Maura said soothingly, reaching her hand out to touch her friend's arm lightly.

"What do I do Maur?" Jane asked, her eyes full of raw emotion, "I mean, of all the men I've dated, he's the only one who could possibly understand how much I love my job, just because of what he does for a living. But, he would want me to leave being a cop. I can see it in his eyes, because he knows what harms people can do to each other. He's a soldier for God's sake," She said, bringing her hand up to wipe away a few stray tears, "He's seen so much worse than us Maur, and I know that he doesn't want me to get hurt. But, through all of that, the prospect of him being able to understand why I do what I do, I'm starting to fall out of love with him. He hasn't been different, since the surgery."

"Kiss him goodbye, Jane," Maura said simply.

"What?"

"Kiss him goodbye. The next time you see him, tell him honestly that you may not love him anymore, and that you don't know if you can go through with this. Rip it off like a band-aid, please Jane. Because it's killing me to see you like this. I can tell that it's tearing you apart from the inside out. So please, just do this," Maura pleaded.

Jane nodded, "Maybe I will," But Maura could tell that Jane was closing in on herself.

"I'm sorry if I was too forward, Jane," She said quietly, "I just-You know I worry about you. Which is irrational because I know perfectly well that you can look after yourself, I mean for goodness sakes you're a police woman, a homicide detective, and I shouldn't have to worry but I love you and-"

"Maur," Jane said suddenly, "What was that you just said?"

"I-I love you," Maura stammered, "I mean as a friend," She tried to cover up her slip-up, "Because you're my best friend Jane, and I love you. Isn't that what best friends say?"

The Detective deflated slightly but then recovered, "Yeah. Uh, yeah, yeah, that's what best friends say, Maur," She flashed a halfhearted grin, "I've got a lot to teach you about best friendship, don't I?"

Maura nodded, "You sure do. Now, what do you say we start this party?"

Jane laughed, "It's get this party started. But yeah, let's do it. What movie are we watching tonight?"

"Hm, I was thinking that we'd watch War Games. It's a movie from the 1980s about a teenager, played by Matthew Broderick, hacks into the computer in a military defense post in the area. The film is quite good, and there are other notable actors and actresses such as Ally Sheedy from the Breakfast Club," Maura explained while getting the movie into the DVD player, "It is a movie targeted at younger people, I believe but I quite enjoyed it, and I think you will too."

"Alright, sounds great Maur," Jane grinned at her best friend.

The movie started and the two friends sat in silence and watched the movie, while sipping their drinks. Just about halfway through the movie, there was a knock at the door. Jane looked at Maura in confusion, but she paused the movie and got up to check the door. As a habitual precaution, she looked through the peep hole in the door. The knock sounded again, and Jane jumped back. She turned to Maura and mouthed, "It's Casey."

Maura got up and gathered her shoes, bag, jacket and wine-glass and moved into Jane's room. She closed the door, but pressed her ear against it so she could try and hear the words.

"Jane," She heard Casey's voice, quiet, but still distinct.

"Hey Casey," Maura heard Jane's voice waver, but she willed it to stay strong, "What's up?"

"I, uh, wanted to talk," He said, "My Commanding officer sent me a letter. I've gotta go back for another tour Jane, and I leave tonight at ten. I wanted to come see you before I left to say goodbye. I'm technically not supposed to tell anyone I'm going, because it's a top secret mission."

Maura rolled her eyes. Typical of Casey, she thought.

"Oh, okay. So I guess this is the message you were going to send me?" Jane asked. Maura expected her voice to sound broken, but instead it was defensive, and a little annoyed.

"Yes, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you sooner Jane-"

"You know what Casey?" Jane said, "This is me ripping off a bandaid. I've had it with your constant coming back from a tour, saying you love me and that you won't go back, and then leaving at the last minute. And I think I know why. I think that you need someone to have here waiting for you. Worrying if you're okay or not. I think that you're married to your job, just as I'm married to mine. It's like a drug, isn't it? You know that it's not safe but you keep going back to it. Because you can't get enough."

Maura listened to the silence that followed. Her heart swelled with pride as she heard Jane talking.

"Jane… What is it that you're trying to say?" Casey asked, trying to get his way in under Jane's skin.

But Maura knew that Jane was tough. And she had had enough of Casey by this point. She knew that Jane could do it.

"I'm…" Jane faltered a bit, "I'm kissing you goodbye, Casey. It's good that you came tonight. I wanted to tell you that I've woken up and realized that this, whatever this is, is an abusive relationship."

"But you know I would never hurt you,"

"I know you wouldn't dare lay a hand on me physically, Casey, I know you well enough to know that. But you're hurting me emotionally. And it needs to stop. And this is me stopping it. It's time that you kiss me goodbye, Casey, because I'm not coming back to you."

Maura heard silence once more before Casey tried a few more times to get Jane to change her mind. Each time she said no, Maura could hear Jane's voice getting stronger and stronger, until Casey finally understood what Jane was saying was final. She heard the door close, and then she waited and listened for Jane's footsteps down the hallway.

When she heard them, she moved away and sat down on the bed, pretending that she had been there the whole time. The door opened and Jane walked in, her face a mask. Maura set her glass on the bedside table and stood up, moving to Jane and gathering her in her arms.

"It's ok Jane. I'm proud of you for doing that," She said soothingly, "I'm proud of you."

Jane's walls broke and she cried.

Well that was a bit of a depressing ending, sorry. But like I said, I'm going to continue it and it'll be happier, I promise! And as always, constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged, as well as suggestions for what should happen next!

-RMarie