I am soo soo sorry for taking so long to update. Last Friday I was traveling for the holidays, and it took me a couple more days than predicted to get the chapter written. Let me say Happy Holidays to everyone celebrating this season, consider this chapter my present to you. Now to those of you who reviewed:

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Maura was really beginning to regret teaching Jane how to split the television screen to watch more than one program at once. Jane sat on the couch, with her feet up on the coffee table, staring at the television which was split into four screens, three different football games, and the news coverage of the apprentices' murders. Once Jane and Maura had left town, Cavanaugh had a conference with the reporters flooding the precinct's lobby. He had been sure to mention the time and location of Hoyt's funereal, though he left out the fact that the entire homicide department would be there as well, waiting to pounce. Maura was on the couch as well, her legs stretched across Jane's lap as she leaned against the arm with a book in her hands. She was holding the manual Jane had received that morning on her first day of racing school. It was a three day course, day one was in a class room, day two they were taken out to the track and taught about the cars themselves, and the instructor took each student on a quick ride around the track. Day three would be when the students got to get behind the wheel, it was the day Jane was most looking forward to. Currently, Maura was quizzing Jane on what she had learned at driving school, or at least she was trying too. The test was on day three, before they would get into the cars, and Jane was not worried in the least.

"The incline of the track is?" Maura glanced up from the book to view Jane's focused eyes flicking back and forth between the four screens.

"Thirty five degrees," Jane answered without turning from the television.

"The max speed of a-" Maura started to ask another question.

"Maura, please," Jane now faced Maura. "I learned how to drive at the police academy, most of this is the same stuff, and what isn't, is just common sense. I've got this ok?" Jane put her hand over the book to gently pull it from Maura's grasp.

"Alright," Maura crossed her arms over her chest, slightly disgruntled. Jane sighed and gave Maura a compassionate look.

"Thank you," Jane stood, holding Maura's feet in her hands, and leaned in to place a quick kiss on Maura's lips before sitting down and bringing Maura's feet back onto her lap. Maura could only smile, her lips remained closed as she watched Jane return to her television watching. It was perhaps a minute later that Jane's phone rang with the tone that identified Korsak as the caller. Jane had to thrust her hips up into the air and wiggle around a bit to get her cell phone out of her pocket, earning an eye roll from Maura, before answering.

"Hey Korsak, how's it going?" Jane asked, her eyes now on the news coverage of the apprentices' most recent murder. Maura watched as Jane nodded and made various grunting like responses to what Korsak was telling her. "Thanks, keep us updated," Jane nodded before she hung up the phone. Without being prompted by Maura, Jane passed on Korsak's news. "Turns out watching the grave was a good idea. They've already got the confessions for the murders in Cambridge, Springfield, and Trenton. They've got suspects more suspects in custody but they think they're still missing one. They're still watching the grave, in case he shows up." Jane shrugged.

"Do you wish were there?" Maura asked, seeing the longing on Jane's face.

"I want to do something, catch this last murderer, make him confess. I can't just sit here and watch while they round up the bad guys." Jane stood and clenched her fists. She looked down at Maura's face, her hands slowly relaxing and her fingers uncurling. "But I will. I will stay here, with you, in this huge hotel room, driving fast cars, and watching a giant TV as long as I need to." Maura furrowed her brow at first, but upon the realization that Jane was using sarcasm, she smirked.

"Oh it must be torture," Maura repressed a laugh as Jane smiled down at her, with a traceable amount of deviousness on her lips.

"The worst."

"Really Maura?" Jane whined as she zipped up the jump suit.

"Yes," Maura nodded as she turned on her digital camera. "Your mother asked for pictures."

"She also wants me to bring home a man, are you gonna help her with that too?" Jane glared as she knelled down to pull on the racing shoes Maura bought her. Maura's response was a simple but cheeky glare. Day three of racing school, after passing the written test, it was now Jane's turn to drive around the track. Jane finished lacing up the racing shoes and stood, just in time for Maura to take a picture. "Come on."

"Just one more," Maura asked, holding up a delicate finger.

"Fine," Jane rolled her eyes as Maura smiled excitedly and asked one of Jane's classmates to take the picture. Maura then hurried to Jane's side in front of the car, immediately striking a pose. Jane rolled her eyes and then mirrored Maura's stance as the picture was taken. As Maura ran back to collect her camera, Jane could only imagine how ridiculous the picture looked, Maura in that form fitting dress and heels, always ready for a photo shoot, and then her, in an old, oversized, fire-retardant, racing suit. Maura, however seemed happy as she turned off the camera and stuck it into her purse. "Can I go now?" Jane asked raising her arms in the air in Maura's direction.

"Yes," Maura nodded and smiled cheekily. Maura watched as Jane climbed into the car with the instructor and started the engine. She was standing at the side of the track when Jane floored it and took off down the track. As Maura watched Jane take the first turn, she could feel eyes on her. She looked over her shoulder to view the rest of Jane's driving class, all male. According to Jane, most of them had also received this as a present, for birthdays and anniversaries. The remainder of the class were frat brothers, here as a part of the bachelor party. One of them approached her, and she immediately began her visual analysis.

"Hey," he nodded at her with a smirk on his face. He had strong features, most notably his wide set jaw and defined cheekbones. His hairline was slightly thinned, the beginning of male pattern baldness, and his left eye lid hung approximately two millimeters lower on his eye than his right. Maura knew that most women would have noticed the flaws that she did, most women would consider him very cute. But she was not most women.

"Hello," She smiled cordially before returning her eyes to the black sports car that zipped around the track.

"I don't remember seeing you in class," he grinned down at her as he rocked back and forth on his heels. "And I would definitely remember seeing you."

"That would be because I wasn't there. I'm not taking the course, Jane is," Maura motioned to the car as it zoomed by them.

"Too bad, cuz you would look really good in that car." Maura was flattered by his words despite herself.

"Thank you," she nodded to him.

"You know, we're going all going out tonight, if you want-" The man started smoothly.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but I feel I should stop you now," Maura turned from the track to face the man, just as the sports car swerved and skidded to a stop in front of them. "but I am not here to meet men, I'm here to watch my girlfriend." Maura smirked at him then turned on her toes and walked in Jane's direction. Jane emerged from the car, removed her helmet, and let out a loud excited shout. Maura smiled at Jane and was surprised to be quickly scooped up into the detective's arms and spun around.

"You are the best girlfriend ever," Jane announced before putting Maura back on the ground.

"We weren't together when I registered you for the course, I believe that-"

"Fine then you are the best best friend ever," Jane shook her head happily then pulled Maura into a tight hug. It was at that moment that the driving instructor walked over to them.

"I've never had a student push the car to max speeds before," The instructor looked at her sternly as he opened up his binder and wrote on a piece of paper. He took the paper, which turned out to be a certificate of completion, and handed it to Jane. "You're good to go." Jane happily took the certificate, and began to intensely examine it. Maura had to take her by the arm and lead her off of the track to her car. On the way they passed the man who tried to flirt with Maura. She proudly wrapped her arms around Jane's, and leaned on Jane's shoulder. The man looked absolutely bewildered and speechless, Maura found that she was smiling just as much externally as she was internally.

"I'm telling you, driving that car, it was the best feeling in the world," Jane Rizzoli lay her head back against the cold marble of the bathtub. She placed her champagne glass down on the corner of the bubble filled tub and closed her eyes. She could hear Maura's soft footsteps as she entered the bathroom. Jane opened one eye slightly to see the doctor wearing only a short bathrobe. After subtly looking Maura up and down out of the corner of her eye, she murmured "better than sex." Maura laughed.

"Well you've never had sex with me," Maura slyly sat down at the edge of the bathtub and leaned over Jane.

"Your modesty amazes me," Jane smirked before Maura lowered her lips onto Jane's. It was then that the doorbell rang, and Maura's head immediately perked up.

"That'll be the champagne I ordered," Maura stood.

"You ordered more champagne? I do believe you are trying to get me drunk," Jane smirked as she watched Maura leave the bathroom. Maura walked through the bedroom out to the living and dining area to the entry way. She deftly opened the door to see the a young man in a bellhop's uniform pushing a room service cart. On the cart sat the ice bath, cooling the champagne, and a silver tray covered by a matching dome. "Are those the chocolates I ordered?"

"Yes ma'am," the bellhop nodded.

"Come in then," Maura motioned for him to enter as backed away from the door. "Bring it into the kitchen," Maura turned and led the man to the kitchen. She could hear the cart following behind her, until it came to a stop in the middle of the room. Maura didn't even look before she went to the counter to get a tip for the man out of her purse.

"Hey Maur-" Jane, now dressed in a robe, started as she came through the bedroom doorway. Her face suddenly changed from relaxed to grim. Jane didn't have a chance to utter a warning as she saw the bellhop pulling the handle of a switchblade out of his pocket. She burst into a sprint, hearing the click of the blade as she made contact with him.

"Jane what are you-" Maura spun around just in time to see Jane tackle the bellhop to the ground. Jane fought the man for the blade, knocking from his hand a moment after they hit the ground. Once she had disarmed him, Jane swiftly threw her fist into his face. She then rolled him over onto his stomach and sat on his back, holding his hands together.

"Who are you?" Jane shouted at the man. He only growled at her and she pulled him off of the ground only to slam him back down a second later. "Who are you?" Jane shouted again.

"Jason Simpson, that is my name. You killed the greatest man who ever lived, so now I'm going kill you."

"You were Hoyt's apprentice?" Maura breathed for the first time since Jane came storming out of their room.

"I was his best," the man squirmed under Jane's grip, but she held him down tightly. Jane ignored his words and glanced at Maura out of the corner of her eye.

"Call hotel security, and Korsak, looks like we've got their last killer."

Jane stood in front of Maura as Jason Simpson was hauled out of the room by two hotel security guards. They would hold him until Boston PD could pick him up, in about an hour. Maura looked down, noticing a small red spot on the carpet. A reddish-brown drop splashed into the red spot on the carpet, allowing Maura to follow its path back up to Jane's hand.

"Jane, your bleeding," Maura said once Simpson was taken from the room. Jane turned, looked at Maura, and followed Maura's eyes back to her own hand.

"Oh," Jane raised her hand to her face and rolled the sleeve of her robe up her arm. It revealed a fresh bleeding cut on the side of her wrist. Maura quickly reached over the kitchen counter and pulled out a clean washcloth. She had it pressed to Jane's wrist in a second, and then held Jane's hand up by her ear. Their eyes met, before Maura could stop it, words started pouring out.

"I'm sorry, I let him in, I wasn't-" Jane raised her good hand and held it in front of Maura's mouth.

"You couldn't have known," Jane began softly. "It's not your fault. What matters is that we got him." Maura nodded silently before bringing Jane's arm down and removing the wash cloth. Maura's eyes looked over the wound very carefully.

"It's a very shallow cut, it won't require stitches," Maura stated in a very matter of fact manner as she pressed the washcloth to Jane's wrist again. "I don't believe it will scar either."

"That's good," Jane nodded, "God knows I don't need any more of those." Maura only nodded silently. Once again, Jane raised her good hand to Maura's face. This time she used it to lift Maua's face up so she could look into the M.E.'s eyes. "I love that you don't judge people, you aren't cynical, or suspicious. And I love you." Maura's eyes grew wider as they started to tear. "I don't know why it took me so long to realize it. But Dr. Maura Isles, I love you." Maura moved closer to Jane, wrapping her arms around Jane's neck.

"I love you too," Maura whispered before placing her soft lips on Jane's. Jane moved her good hand to the small of Maura's back and pulled her close. When then finally parted, Maura looked at the washcloth at Jane's arm. "I'll get a bandage for that." Maura reached around Jane and into her purse. A moment later she pulled out a small first aid kit.

"You brought a first aid kit with you?" Jane asked, almost laughing as Maura picked out an appropriately sized bandage.

"Of course," Maura nodded as she placed the bandage over Jane's cut. Jane, fighting against her laughter, smiled.

"Somehow, I feel that I shouldn't be surprised."

"You really shouldn't be," Maura agreed as she looked up, back into Jane's eyes. After a moment or three, Jane sighed and looked away from Maura.

"Do you know what I just realized?" Jane asked.

"I do not have telepathy so I cannot possibly know what you are thinking. Though I am competent enough at interpreting body language to know that it was an unpleasant thought," Maura said, causing Jane to roll her eyes. "What was that look for?"

"That was a rhetorical question Maura," Jane snickered momentarily. "What I was going to say is that I just realized, we're gonna have to talk to IA again." At this Maura frowned.

"I really don't like them."

"Don't worry about," Jane held Maura close, "nobody does."

The End

Don't panic. While this story has ended I do have more adventures in mind for Jane and Maura. One specifically for those of you who wanted me to change the rating of this story to M. Anyway I won't be able to post them until after Christmas, but probably before I go back to school. Review please and I'll probably write the next fic faster.