Jane glanced out of the car window as they drove in absolute silence. The neighborhood was almost as posh as was Maura's. Neat two to three story houses lay embedded in perfect gardens with a perfect manicured grass. and each of them was surrounded by the perfect white fence.

The brunette felt the goosebumps rise on her arms. This was truly creepy she thought as she glanced over to Maura who still wore a pout and didn't seem to feel weird in this surrounding.

"I think we're here." Jane spoke into the silence which had lingered between them during the whole drive which had lasted one looooong hour. She steered her SUV into the driveway of a nice two-story house and sighed as she unbuckled herself.

"We're home, babe." She said in a sarcastic tone, noticing how curtains were drawn back in the surrounding houses. "Could you please stop being sarcastic for once?" Maura snapped as she too got rid of her seatbelt and slid out of the car.

"Nope, because I told you right away that this was a bad idea." Jane replied in a grumpy way suddenly putting on a smile when she noticed a woman walking from the house on their right-hand side over to the fence.

"Hello!" the tiny black-haired woman greeted them politely while eying them closely. She introduced herself as Mary-Jones, 45 years old, two kids – both at a boarding school. Of course, this was a silent neighborhood she stressed.

Jane and Maura smiled at the woman who kept rattling down her vitae without stopping a minute to take a breath. Once she was finished, she asked: "And you are?"

"Uhm, Detective Jane Rizzoli and this is my wife Dr. Maura Isles." They shook hands. "A doctor. My husband is a doctor too. Neurologist." She prompted, seemingly pleased by her new neighbors' professions. "And a detective. So, I bet we are safe now." She giggled.

Jane tried not to roll her eyes at this remark. She was glad when the truck with their boxes arrived and excused themselves. Moving in with Maura meant a load of boxes and a load of stuff which right now didn't exactly light up her mood. "Why on earth do you own so much stuff, Maur?" she grumbled as she put down one of them to the floor.

The blonde turned around, but not fast enough to hide her upcoming tears from Jane. The detective immediately regretted being so mean and grumpy all day. "Look, I'm sorry." She whispered as she walked over to lay a hand on Maura's shoulders. "Please Maur, don't cry." She pleaded as the blonde ripped herself out of the touch to walk briskly into what was to become their bedroom.

Jane sighed deeply as her mind already worked on a plan how to make up to Maura – her best friend/now wife.

Once the workers were gone, Jane slumped exhausted onto the couch nibbling her finger. She had seen Maura walk around the house, unpacking some boxes or fetching a bottle of water from the fridge. But now the blonde was back to the bedroom and Jane subconsciously turned the simple silver wedding band on her finger. Hell, this was quite a lot to process. Get a grip! she thought to herself lifting from the couch to look out for Maura.

The blonde was lying on the bed, eyes closed with her arm slumped over them. Jane stood in the doorway for a few moments, glancing at her. Then she softly knocked to the doorframe. "We need to go shopping. We have no food." She stated, hoping that Maura was less mad than before.

The brunette stayed in the doorway waiting for a reaction. Any reaction would be fine. But maybe Maura was asleep she thought as there was no response. So, she turned on her heels.

She grabbed the car keys and silently walked out of the house. There was a supermarket just down the street. Jane embraced the cool air of the building as it was summer and baking hot outside. She threw a few things into the shopping cart and went to check out. On her way home she stopped by a Chinese place to fetch some take out to eat at home.

When she opened the door to their new home, Maura was sitting on the couch reading a medical journal. She was obviously still mad at Jane as she didn't glance up when she walked into the kitchen to put her purchases away.

Jane took out a glass and poured some wine she had bought. Maura's favorite as she knew. Then she fetched a beer for herself and walked into the living room. The blonde still didn't look up as she sat down onto the coffee table opposite of Maura.

"Uhm. I know this is not the way a start of living together is supposed to be. I know that I was grumpy and unfair to you. I deeply apologize for that. But the evening isn't over. We can still have a fresh start, can't we?" her eyes lingered hopefully on the blondes tense body.

There was still no reaction. Therefore, Jane sighed, grabbing her beer and walking off into the kitchen. She took out two plates and cutlery and brought Maura's meal into the living room. The glass of wine still sat untouched at the same spot she had left it earlier. Jane silently placed the plate and the food next to it. "In case you're hungry. It's your favorite." She mumbled and left to eat at the counter in the kitchen.

She tried to process her feelings but was unable to. She was too exhausted. So, she grabbed another beer and retrieved herself to the deck where she sat and glanced into the stars. Her mind went back a few days when Cavanaugh had called her into his office. Someone from the FBI was already waiting for her there. Then Maura had padded in, curious what the lieutenant wanted from her.

Both sat down into the visitor's chair in front of Cavanaugh's massive desk and the FBI man had started to speak. It didn't take long until Jane and Maura found out that they were chosen for a secret undercover operation of the FBI.

"We need a lesbian couple." The man had said without even blinking. "Lieutenant Cavanaugh said, that you would be perfect." Jane glanced first at Maura who appeared to be quite intrigued. Then her eyes wandered off to her boss who gave her a reassuring smile as they learned further that two lesbian couples had been murdered over the span of the last six months in a little town close to Boston.

"So, you are saying that you will use us as a bait?" Jane sternly asked, not liking the idea of Maura getting into peril. She was less worried when it came to herself. She was a cop; she owned a gun. But Maura – sweet Maura – was all but suitable for an undercover operation.

Unfortunately, the blonde was liking the idea very much. Jane cringed when she gave her an adventurous and excited look.

"No." Jane said firmly although the perspective of being so close to Maura and living with her seemed quite appealing to her. "We are not going to this."

Later she had whined and tried to convince Maura that this wasn't Disneyland but really dangerous. A fight had quickly evolved between an offended Maura and a frustrated Jane. The brunette had left soon after for her apartment, slamming the door to the blonde's house behind her.

After two days of not talking to each other she had finally given in because she hated it when Maura hated her. Well, at the end Maura still hated her because she had been so grumpy about everything all day. But that was another story. It's been a long time since the blonde had been so mad that she had ignored and treated Jane the way she was doing now and it made the detective feel helpless.

A hell of a start for this operation she thought, already unable to await the day she could move out of this house which had been especially rented by the FBI. Unlike Maura she also refused to unpack her stuff as she hoped that they wouldn't be there for very long.

Fear washed over her when she heard the backdoor creak in her back. She took another sip of beer as her ears took in the footsteps approaching her. Then a hand was laid onto her shoulder and she felt Maura sitting down next to her.