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A/N: I'm trying to get back into writing and finishing my stories. Hope everyone enjoy this. All the mistakes are my own.

Anyone looking from a distance would wonder what a woman like her was doing here.

Her elegant pose, high heel shoes and designer jeans clashing against the face painted and wild fans dressed in Patriots apparel. The only clue she was in the right place; the authentic #12 Rizzoli jersey she was wearing, and visible to only those who looked closer at her left shoulder, a declaration of love and loyalty signed by Jane Rizzoli. One that always made Maura feel the happiest woman on earth when putting that jersey on.

So yes, maybe to the average person she looked completely lost and out of place, however, she knew exactly where she was going.

Maura made her way, among the thousands of fans, up the steps of a familiar path towards the skybox designated to the families of the players, guests and the Patriotsexecutives.

On her way up, she allowed herself to feel the excitement and the buzzing atmosphere that surrounded the stadium; given her constant presence, all the workers knew whom she was and would greet and wish a good game as she walked by and, always polite, Maura would express the same feeling back.

When she entered the skybox, the executives came to greet her and she engaged in the customary small talk, playing her part as the star player wife. Jane was the star quarterback for the New England Patriots, and was leading the team for the second time in a row to the Super Bowl; Maura let out a smile at the thought of how much Jane hated this part of the business – the politics of it all.

After some time she excused herself, and moved to take her seat in what she considered her personal luxurious seat at the skybox; no one questioned that ownership, ever since a not so pleasant encounter with a first time guest at the skybox.

The seat was special to Maura due to various reasons: it was located exactly in the middle of the field, giving a clear view of the whole field and, it was the one that, she and Jane made love the first day Jane brought her to the stadium.

The other wives smiled her way but kept their distance and for that, she was glad. She smiled thinking about the first time she attended a game, and how the other wives or those who wanted to be, gave her dirty looks, said awful comments trying to intimidate her, only to discover during half time who, at the time, her girlfriend was. In addition, Jane, always her protector, after having discovered their disrespect towards Maura, wasn't shy about making it clear to her fellow players how unhappy she would be if Maura was mistreated again.

Ever since that, she didn't have to pretend to listen to their gossip or their frivolous talk. She could focus her entire attention on Jane and the game.

Suddenly, the lights went out and Maura's trained eyes turned to the field while hearing and feeling the crowd go wild. One by one spotlights appeared, illuminating Minutemen with their muskets, lined up facing each other and after a presentation, a command was shout, beginning a series of five shots fired, exciting the crowd even more. As the music carried on, the cheerleaders and mascot appeared preparing the crowd for the true stars of the night.

The crowd's shouts continued to get louder as the cheerleaders neared the huge hat from where the players would appear; with a huge bang it opened, the smoke disguised the team but as it cleared, first imagine that appeared to the crowd was Jane.

After their entrance, it was time for the Carolina Panthers to enter the field, wilding their own fans.

The jumbotron soon showed Jane's face, a mask of concentration, making it clear her complete focus was the game. Maura watched Jane turn her face towards the skybox and even knowing the chances of Jane spotting Maura were almost none, Maura couldn't help but to feel that connection that bonds both of them, and as a reflex touched her locket – a gift from Jane at Christmas.

Jane tried not to let herself get carried away by thrill she felt hearing the roar of the crowd. Tonight would mark the end of long nights away from Maura, of sore bodies and endless practices – at least until the next season, Jane thought.

Her teammates were hyped and sending hopeful looks her way, adding to the pressure she already felt. Jane saw her two closest friends warming up and joined them.

"Are you ready, guys?" She greeted.

Korsak and Frost, offensive tackle and wide receiver, respectively, turned to look at her. "Hell yeah, Rizzoli! The question is: are you?" Frost said laughing. Jane laughed; her only response was to pat his back.

"Seriously guys, what do you guys think?" Jane askeds, looking straight at Korsak wanting to get his opinion.

"I think it will be tight but we'll win. They're a strong adversary but our stats are better." He replied calmly. Jane nodded agreeing, and turned her eyes to look to the opposite quarterback warming up.

"Yeah we are!" she said excited "With Frosts legs, and you in my blind side, we can't lose." Jane continued to hype them up, as the three of them continued to joke around.

"Hey, Rizzoli" coach Cavanaugh called her over and she jogged towards him "Yeah, coach. What do you need?" She asked eagerly.

"Relax, Rizzoli. I just wanted to tell you to relax and to have fun. Don't worry about everything else. You did this last year and came out a winner. Just do your best." He said wisely.

"I will, coach. And the pressure is good. It keeps me motivated." She said with a grin.

He laughed and spotted movement on the field, he added: "Looks like it's time."

Jane put her helmet on and said, "Yes, it is."

Thank you all for reading! Hope you continue with me.