I had this idea today and had to get it out. It's set after the series finale and for the purposes of this story, Angela still lives in the guest house. I think that's all you need for now :)

Jane turned down the volume on her television as she reached for her cell phone.

"Hey, Ma," she said.

"Hi, sweetie, how was your day?"

"It was OK. I just had a couple classes. They went well."

"That's good. Janie, do you think this whole moving to Virginia thing was a good idea?"

"Really? What do you mean? Aren't you thrilled that I've not had to take down a perp or been shot at in the past five weeks?"

"Don't be ridiculous, of course I am!"

"Then what's this about, Ma?"

"I'm worried about Maura."

Jane bolted off her couch and began pacing through her apartment.

"What about Maura? What happened? Is she okay?"

"She's ok, she's not physically hurt. But, sweetie, she's sad. Really sad."

Jane's eyes stung with tears.

"It's like...Honey, were you and Maura ever…more than friends?"

Jane ran her fingers through her hair. She could write ten books on the answer to that question. It was a line she and Maura had crept up to, but had never actually crossed; most recently during their month in Paris. Lingering touches and longing looks had increased, but their trip ended before either of them broached the subject. Jane moved to Virginia convinced that it would never happen and it was finally time to move on. She thought she and Maura had missed their chance.

"It would be okay, you know. You girls were always so close." Angela's voice was supportive; comforting.

Jane shook her head with regret. "No, Ma. We've always just been friends. Best friends."

"Oh. I was asking because it's like...it's like she has a broken heart. So I thought maybe you two…"

"No, Ma," Jane said quietly.

"I've never seen her like this before. I can tell she's not sleeping well. I think she's even lost a few pounds. Some weekends I never even see the lights on in the house, I think she spends the whole time in her room."

Silent tears fell down Jane's cheeks at the thought of Maura being so unhappy.

"But...but she always sounds happy on the phone. She tells me about the classes she's signed up for, the cases she's consulting on, about helping at Hope's clinic. She's never mentioned…"

"She wouldn't mention it. She knows how important this new job is to you. She doesn't want you to worry. And I'm sure when you're talking to her she is happy. All those classes she's taking – some days she does so much and works so hard she doesn't have time to think. I think it's a distraction. Then when the distractions don't work, she doesn't seem to leave her room."

Jane sunk back into her couch and took a steadying breath.

"I had no idea. I didn't know she…" Jane let out a quiet sob. "Maura…"

"I know, baby. I didn't want to have to tell you. I knew she would be sad when you left, but I thought after a couple weeks, she'd come around. She only seems to get sadder. We all still spend time with her and we've had Rizzoli family dinner every Sunday, but it's not the same for her without you here."

"I need to see her. We have a break week after next, I'll come up then. Damn, I wish I could come sooner, but I want to be able to stay longer than a weekend. I need to stay longer than a weekend."

"I think that'll be good, Janie."

"I'll be sure to text and call her more often until then. Don't tell her I'm coming. I want to surprise her. I'm serious, Ma, don't tell her." Everyone knew Angela Rizzoli's reputation when it came to keeping secrets.

Jane began to mentally plan her trip and think about what she wanted to say to Maura.

"I won't, I won't. I'll keep it to myself. I'll let you go. Good night, honey. See you soon. I love you."

"Love you too, Ma. Good night."

Jane didn't move for several minutes. She sat and thought about what Angela had said. She couldn't bear the thought of Maura being so sad. She'd give anything to be in Boston right now. Anything to see Maura. To make her smile. To hold her.

Jane kicked her coffee table. "I'm an idiot," she grumbled angrily at herself. I need to fix this, she thought. "I'm going to fix this. I've wasted too much time without her."