Chapter One:

Maura Isles sat there in shock. She could vaguely feel her jaw begin to drop and her hands begin to shake. All the feelings that ran through her made it impossible for her to utter any sound.

"Maura? Did you hear me?" Jane Rizzoli sat across from Maura, in their usual booth at the Dirty Robber in East Boston. "Maura, you're scaring me," this was the first time she had ever rendered the M.E. speechless.

Why can't I tell if she's happy about this? I can usually read her like an open book, Maura thought. Should I be happy for her?

"Maur, please say something...say anything."

"Jane that's great! May I ask, is it with Joey?" Maura smiled, praying to god that she didn't look nervous or uncomfortable. As long as Jane was happy about it, so was she. Jane was her best friend, her only friend really, so of course she she wasn't lying when she said she was happy. She just didn't know how Jane felt.

"Of course it's with Joey!" Jane was shocked that Maura would ask her that. Jane also smiled with a hope that she didn't look uncomfortable or nervous.

"Sweetie, I don't know whether you're happy or not."

Jane sighed as she tried to think of a way to avoid what her best friend had just said. Seeing no way out, she decided not to lie for once. "I am happy, but-"

At that moment the door flew open with a crash, and Jane's hands flew, instinctively, to her stomach. This made Maura smile. "Jane Clementine Rizzoli!" Angela stormed over to the girls' table. "Where were you today?!"

"I was..umm...I went to..."

"She was with me, Angela. I took her out to lunch instead of coming down to the cafe," Maura lied. She was going to get hives later and she knew it, but if Jane wasn't ready to tell her mother, who would quickly turn her into what Jane had dubbed Hurricane Angela, then so be it. The second Angela turned her head to look at Maura, Jane mouthed a 'thank you'.

"Oh, thank God. I didn't see you for lunch and I thought you were dead or in the hospital. You're never going to meet a nice guy and have babies if you keep this up! I'd like to have grandchildren before I'm dead." Angela tried to guilt Jane. This made Jane squirm in her seat, not ready to tell Angela, or anyone except Maura for that matter, that she had met a nice guy. And that she was, in fact, having a baby.

"Really, Ma? Really? I've had a shit day, I don't need your guilt trip right now," Once the words came out of her mouth, she knew she had said too much.

"What happened to my baby?! You didn't get hurt did you? I swear this job will be the death of me," Angela said as she lifted Jane's arm checking for any bruising, then making a move to check her torso for injury.

"Angela, I think Jane simply meant that all her paperwork was tough," Maura lied again.

"Oh, okay," Angela said with a smile, "Well, you two looked deep in conversation when I came in, so I'll leave you to it."

"Thanks," Jane and Maura spoke at the same time. Angela got up and sat in the booth in front of them. "Ma!" She turned and looked at Jane inquisitively. "Go," Jane said. And with that, Angela got up and left. "Oh my god, I am so sorry. Thank you so so much for telling her you took me out. I'm..."

"Jane," Maura tried to interrupt, but to no avail.

"...just not ready to tell her yet and I don't think she'll understand, and-"

"Jane!" This time Jane stopped talking. "You would have done the same for me. You started to tell me that you were happy and then there was a 'but'. Tell me," Maura, seeing fear flash across Jane's face, reached across the table and held Jane's hand in hers.

She placed her free hand on her stomach and said, "Before I could tell him I was pregnant, he told me he was moving to Washington, D.C. to be the liaison between BPD and Homeland Security. The feds just love to screw me over."

"So, he doesn't know?"

"No," Jane's voice cracked and a single solitary tear ran down her cheek.

"C'mon," Maura said, standing, reaching for her purse with one hand and Jane's hand with the other.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm not telling you. Come on."

A/N: This is my first fanfic, so don't be too rough on me, but please review. Tell me what you like, don't like, or just tell me how pretty I am. Just kidding, don't do that last one. If you think this story/story line sucks, let me know and maybe give a suggestion or two. -Lexi