Jane hated paperwork days. Especially when they were to do with cases like their last one. Filing pictures of that little girl, all the information, she just wanted to forget the whole thing but she was made to relive it again and again as she filed various reports and sent them down to the filing room.

It wasn't until she was due to leave that she remembered what night it was. The night before the full moon. She'd have no control tonight, so sheneeded to come up with an excuse to be out of the house. She couldn't let Maura see.
As they drove home, Jane thought as hard as she could, biting her lip roughly as she drove on autopilot.

"Jane? Is everything alright?" Maura asked finally once they pulled to a stop outside Jane's building.

"Uh, yeah. Just... I was thinking of taking a walk tonight, that's all. I was just trying to think of a route. You think you're gonna be alright to eat dinner alone tonight? I'll probably be out late." Maura glanced at her friend, sucking on her bottom lip weakly as she thought about it.

"Sure. Would you like me to wait up for you? And shall I leave you dinner or will you get something while you are out?" Maura questioned as they clambered out of the car. Jane breathed a weak sigh of relief. She'd prayed that Maura wouldn't question too much.

"No, thanks Maura. I'm sure I'll eat while I'm out. And don't worry about waiting up, I'll probably be out late. That case is still playing on my mind." Jane chose to cling to something Maura was likely to believe. Nodding, the blonde reached out and rested a comforting hand on Jane's shoulder.

"Be careful, okay? I shall leave my phone on, in case you want to talk." Jane smiled and tossed Maura her house keys before climbing back into the car.

"See you later Maura."

Driving was soothing, but Jane could feel her legs beginning to shake a little. She shouldn't have worked so late, she really was pushing it recently and it was stupid to do so.
Driving to the same spot she'd found last night and parking, Jane took off into the forest, stripping as she ran until she located somewhere to leave her clothes.
Jane was different to other Werewolves, something else she'd known for a long while. All werewolves had no choice but to change during the Full Moon, but most of them kept their own brain, held onto their conscious mind. But Jane's Father was a carrier of the Gene, and her mother was one herself, meaning that she was one of the purest of their kind. However, that made her animalistic brain far stronger, especially during the pull of the Full Moon, causing her to black out and forget everything she did as a wolf.
As she lay down next to her clothes, Jane huffed quietly. Again she doubted that her Mother would be joining her, Angela preferred to stay inside, but she couldn't while staying with Maura, so it was likely that her Ma was taking advantage of the fact that Frankie knew what she was.

By the time the moon went down, Jane found herself laying next to her clothing pile, covered in something dry and sticky. She didn't question it, too tired to do anything but pull on her clothes and head for her car.
Reaching her apartment, Jane headed to the shower. She had to be quiet, but she didn't want to get into bed sticky. Maura would notice that more than the sound of the shower.
Stepping under the water, Jane moved on autopilot, too tired to do anything else. Even though she didn't remember anything about it, her body had been out gallivanting through the forest all the night and she was exhausted. She'd need a lot of coffee to get through the day.
Once she was certain that there were no more sticky substances coating her skin, Jane slid out of the shower and dried herself off, pulling on shorts and a tiny shirt before flopping as lightly as she could into the bed, asleep before she even hit the pillow.

It felt like barely five minutes when her phone blared, waking her up. But not just her phone, two phones. Jane's brain was too fuzzy for her to realise what it was, but she didn't question it as she grabbed for her phone, flipping it open.

"Rizzoli."

"Dr Isles."

Jane let out a confused whimper as she heard the other voice before her brain caught up with her. Maura was in her bed, Maura was staying over, that was the second phone.

"Jane? Listen, we've got a suspicious death over in Western Massachusetts, out in the forest. I know Dr Isles is with you, you wanna both head over?" Frost's voice filtered through the phone and Jane grumbled to herself as she sat up carefully.

"Yeah, okay Frost. We'll be there soon." She flipped her legs out of the bed, feeling herself stir a little under her compression shorts at the sound of Maura doing the same. For a second, her brain ran through a million and one scenarios of the two of them waking up next to each other, wearing less clothing, maybe even the sounds of puppies echoing through the space. She had to force herself to breathe and move, refusing to let those images invade her mind further. She could never have that future with Maura, no matter how much she wanted it. She couldn't hoist that fate onto her poor sweet friend.

"Jane? Are you coming?" Maura called as she routed through her suitcase, pulling out her dress for the day.

"Huh? Right, yeah. Yeah I am." Jane stood and headed to her closet, rolling her eyes at her brains lame 'closet gay' jokes as she pulled on a pair of slacks and a shirt.

"Can I drive today? If you're still distracted, I don't think I want you behind the wheel." Jane shook her head, chuckling softly as she snatched the keys from the side.

"Not a chance Maura, I'm driving. It's my car, I drive." Jane stuck her tongue out childishly as they left the apartment. Maura let out a quiet noise of complaint, but said nothing more as she headed down the stairs to the parked car.

"If I went and fetched my car, could I drive us to work another day?" Maura tried as they climbed into Jane's vehicle.

"No." Jane answered flatly as she started the engine.

"It wouldn't be your car though, so why couldn't I drive?" Maura wasn't about to let this go as she crossed her arms over her chest, staring at Jane accusingly.

"Because I said so. I'm not letting you drive me anywhere when you've not got your espresso machine. I've seen what happens to you when you don't drink it and I don't trust non-caffeine you." Maura couldn't help but pout at that as she sunk a little lower in her chair childishly.

"That is an unfair assessment." The blonde grumbled as Jane continued to drive, chuckling to herself as she glanced over at Maura.

"You're so cute when you sulk." Jane commented under her breath, unable to help herself. Thankfully, a passing truck masked her words and when Maura looked at her quizzically, Jane just shrugged.

Arriving at the crime scene, Jane did her best not to let her jaw drop. This was almost exactly where she'd parked the night before. This was the forest she'd been running in the past two nights.

"Jane? You look pale." Maura commented as they walked. Jane shook her head, swallowing softly. She shook her head again at Maura's continued quizzical look, unable to think of an answer that wouldn't raise any suspicions.
They approached the taped off scene and Frost and Korsack were already stood around a body, Frost managing to look surprisingly pale.

"So whadda we got?" Jane asked as they ducked under the tape, approaching the scene. Maura moved past her, pulling on gloves and crouching next to the body. For the first time in her entire homocide career, Jane felt sick to her stomach. The poor woman on the ground was covered in slashes and bite marks. Jane looked down at her hands, able to see the claws that protruded from them when she chose, her tongue running over her teeth at the thought of the sharp fangs that extended downwards.
This woman had been killed by a Werewolf. Possibly even by her, Jane couldn't know, she'd blacked out the night before. And woken up covered in sticky stuff. Oh god, she might have killed this woman.

"Rizzoli? You look as pale as Frost, you alright?" Korsack asked, and Jane jumped at the presence of her friends hand on her arm.

"Yeah just... early morning, no coffee." Jane lied quickly, pulling away and breathing softly as she approached Maura, crouching next to her, attempting to focus on the other woman's scent as a distraction. It might not have been her, surely there were other Werewolves in Boston. Although, the sticky stuff was unexplained and she doubted blood would boil away like water did when she changed back. It would dry out and become sticky.

"These look like animal attack marks." Maura commented quietly as she examined the body, twisting what was left of it this way and that. Jane swallowed again, doing her best to keep her focus firmly on Maura.

"What kind of animal could do that to a person? Bear?" Korsak asked, eyeing the slash marks that marred the woman's face, making her features almost indistinguishable from that of a cut of beef.

"No, Bear marks are different to this. I'm not familiar with this kind of creature." Maura commented, shaking her head.
"I'll know more when I get her back to my lab." Korsak nodded and Jane straightened, glancing around till she found the person that didn't fit, the civilian man stood with a group of uniformed officers.

"He the one that called it in?" Jane asked as Maura pulled out her phone, preparing to move the body back to the office. Korsak nodded, shaking his head a moment after.

"Said he was on an early morning trap and thought it was Bear Baiting at first. He went over to get rid of it and discovered that she was dead." The guy did look deep in shock and Jane knew they could rule him out as a suspect. She already knew that no-one human killed this woman, and for it to be a Werewolf, it had to be a woman.
A woman like her.