A/N: It's been a while since I've written...desperately trying to get my muse back. I listen to a lot of music, and this song inspired me to write again. I've actually got a few other one shots set to music up my sleeve to add to this series, but I'm not so sure I'm proud of where my writing is at this point. We'll see. Anyway, here's an initial one shot set to the song "The Light" by Sara Bareilles. If you haven't heard you, you need to hear it right now. It's breathtaking. Also, these characters aren't mine. But lordy, do I wish they were. Also, all errors are mine.


In the morning, it comes
Heaven sent a hurricane
Not a trace of the sun
But I don't even run from rain

Maura Isles sneezed into an already soggy tissue, groaning as she sank back down into her couch. Her living room was in stark contrast to the usual order and cleanliness that dictated her life; A pristine coffee table littered with various medications, a spotless floor covered in a sea of tissues…even Maura herself was a mess, clad in sweatpants much to long for her body and a Boston PD tee-shirt worse for the wear.

To say the past weekend had been long would be the understatement of the century. She had gone to her parents' house for the weekend to celebrate Christmas, a trip she had been dreading for weeks prior.

Maura loved her parents, she did, but the more she spent time with the Rizzoli family, the more she realized that she felt more welcomed, more accepted there than she had ever felt with her parents. She felt guilty, caring more for a family that technically wasn't even her own, but she shrugged the thought off to the side and ignored the pang of sadness that washed over her as she wished the Rizzoli's a Merry Christmas before heading out to the Cape for the holiday.

It only took three hours upon arrival for things to go sour. Sitting at the expansive table for Christmas Eve dinner, the elder Isles' made small talk with their daughter, catching up on the past year of her life, before asking the question Maura had been anticipating all day.

"Maura, dear, when are you going to settle down?" her father's booming voice had interrogated during a lull in conversation.

She had taken a deep breath, readying herself for her big news and the inevitable fall out about to ensue. "Well, Daddy, I'm actually seeing someone. She's lovely, really. Strong willed, incredibly hardworking, She's one of the best detectives in homicide and she takes ca—".

"A woman? A homicide detective? Honey, you can't be serious…" Her mother stared at her slack jawed.

"I don't see why her gender or chosen profession should be of importance." Maura had countered.

"We have a reputation to maintain, Maura. You know this. You know we love you, no matter what. But you can't possible expect us to be overjoyed with this news. How will the neighbors take to it? You are to marry into our lifestyle. Continue on the Isles' legacy. There are expectations…" Mr. Isles had tried to reason, to no avail.

The conversation had gone progressively downhill from there, with extremely harsh words said from both parties and culminating in Maura dejectedly leaving the house-gently thanking her parents for all they had done for her, but until they could respect her relationship with Jane, she had no desire to speak to them.

Beating out of my chest
my heart is holding onto you
from the moment I knew
from the moment I knew

She had made it all the way home before falling into a sobbing heap on her bedroom floor, Bass at her feet.

As she had defended Jane to her parents, Maura realized that she was unquestionably in love with the woman. For all the logic and science and reason Maura hid behind, for the first time in her life she was leading with her heart. Completely uprooted by the brash detective, Maura had gone against everything she ever believed in to protect the only thing that had ever unwaveringly believed in her.

As she sat in a blubbering mess, reason slowly replaced emotion, and an overwhelming sense of fear had washed over her.

She defied and disappointed the parents who tried to give her the best life they knew how, all for a woman she had only been dating for 3 months. A woman who managed to simultaneously make Maura feel alive and bring her to her knees with a sole glance. A woman she had given up everything for, without second thought of the long-term consequences of her actions.

All she had wanted to do was call Jane, to confirm that their partnership wasn't just a fling. To be reassured that Jane needed her just as much as she needed Jane. But Maura refused to be that girl who relied on her girlfriend to pick her up when she fell, especially so early in their relationship. She also knew that the Rizzoli's were in the middle of their annual Christmas Eve extravaganza, and she was not willing to interrupt the ritual, no matter how desperately she wanted to.

So she, like so many nights before, tried to let science and probability dominate her thoughts. But science had failed her, and Maura now found herself in her current position—brokenhearted and confused on her couch, upset to the point of physical illness. Alone on Christmas Day.

You're the air in my breath
Filling up my love soaked lungs
You're such a beautiful mess
Intertwined and overrun

She had spent the day watching Christmas movies, occasionally responding to Jane's text messages with vague answers so as to not indicate her location. By late afternoon, Maura had already blown through two boxes of tissues, and was about to tap into a third when her phone rang from between the cushions beneath her.

She attempted to clear her throat before answering, but as a strangled "Hello" escaped from her mouth, she knew she'd be busted.

"Maura, what's wrong?" Jane worriedly questioned.

"Nothing, I seem to have come down with a mild case of viral gastroenteritis. How is your mother's?" Maura croaked out, desperately trying to plow through the conversation.

There was a pregnant pause before Jane responded. "The usual. Ma keeps hounding me because I'm apparently not nearly as well behaved when you're not around. We miss you." Jane took a breath before adding softly "I miss you."

"Oh, Jane" Maura stifled a sob, which quickly turned into a coughing fit.

"Are your parents taking care of you? Please tell me they are."

Maura contemplated lying, before remembering she was virtually incapable of lying. She opted for gentle evasion. "I...uhh…I'm actually not there. I came home late last night"

"Why didn't you call me? What happened? You didn't drive while sick right? Jesus, Maur…" Jane rambled on, rattling off questions rapid fire.

"I woke up sick this morning. I didn't want to interrupt your celebrations. I'm fine…really" Maura sniffled, tears silently falling from her eyes.

Jane let out a huff, and Maura pictured her girlfriend running a hand through her hair and clutching the bridge of her nose." What really happened, Maura?"

"I—what?" Maura stalled, knowing there was no way she'd get out of the line of questioning now.

"I'm a detective. And I know you. Why are you back so early?" Jane growled.

With no other options left, Maura shivered as she spoke."My parents and I got into an argument. I no longer felt welcome. So I left."

Jane's voice immediately softened. "I'm coming over. I'll be there in 15. Have you been eating? Do you have soup?"

"Honestly, it's not necessary. Your mother will kill you for leaving, and the roads must be atrocious with all the snow out there." Maura tried to reassure, her trembling voice severely weakening the attempt.

"Ma will be fine. I'm not about to leave my girlfriend alone on Christmas, especially when she sounds like an 80 year old chain smoker. I'll use my key so you don't have to get up. Humor me, will ya?" Jane groaned.

Maura faintly registered the sound of a slamming door, followed by a car whirling to life. Realizing she was fighting a losing battle she sighed into the phone. "Okay. Please be careful."

Nothing better than this
Knowing that the storm can come
You feel just like the sun
Just like the sun

20 minutes later, Maura was startled out of a fitful nap as her girlfriend burst through the front door, haphazardly dropping her duffel bag and squatting down beside the couch.

Taking in her girlfriend's appearance, Jane sat back on her heels. "Sweetie, you should have called me." Jane cooed as she brushed an errant curl behind Maura's ear before placing the back of her hand to her girlfriend's forehead to check for a fever. Maura smiled at the woman before her, heart warming at the term of endearment Jane only used when she knew Maura was feeling particularly vulnerable.

"I didn't want to bother you" Maura meekly responded after a moment, tears pooling in her eyes.

Affectionately smiling down at her girlfriend, Jane whispered reverently. "Anything that has to do with you could never bother me."

Another moment passed before Jane pressed a kiss to Maura's cheek, eliciting a gasp from the sick woman as she welcomed the familiar pair of lips and the warmth that spread throughout her body at the action.

Just as Jane pulled back, Maura paled, bolting upright and murmuring a hurried, "I think I'm going to be sick", before rushing towards her bathroom, Jane fast on her heels.

And you say
I'll be all right
I'm gonna trust you, babe
Gonna look in your eyes

Yeah, you say
I'll be all right
I'll follow you
Into the light

As Maura released the contents of her stomach into the toilet, Jane held her hair back with one hand while rubbing small circles on her back with the other.

Maura whimpered as another wave of nausea consumed her.

"I know baby, it sucks. It'll be over soon. You'll be okay. I'm right here with you." Jane sighed as Maura proceeded to vomit.

After a few more rounds of nausea, Maura wearily rested her head on the rim of the toilet seat, peering up at Jane, noting the anguish look painted across the detective's features.

Jane handed Maura some toilet paper and a cup of mouthwash, watching helplessly as Maura cleaned up the remnants of her nasuea. "I don't think I have anything left to expel" Maura moaned.

Wordlessly. Jane stood up, sweeping up the weak doctor into her arms and carrying her into the living room, Maura burrowing into the crook of Jane's neck and reveling in the comforting smell that was all Jane as she allowed herself to be carried.

Never mind what I knew
Nothing seems to matter now
Oh, who I was without you
I can do without

Jane settled on the couch, Maura perched on top of her, wrapping them in a cocoon of blankets. Humming softly in her girlfriend's ear, Jane tried to soothe the trembling body cuddled up against her.

As nimble fingers played with her hair, Maura slowly felt her body calm down, the stress of the past few days easing away with her girlfriend's soft touch.

The old Maura would claim the affections coursing through her were purely chemical reactions to the close proximity. She'd claim oxytocin was to blame, rattling off facts and statistics and reduce the feeling to science.

But the new Maura, the Maura that she's become since Jane, knew that even with biology, this feeling was so much more. It was love. Comfort. Acceptance. Jane was everything science couldn't explain.

And as she nestled into the warm body beneath her, she knew she had made the right decision to walk out on her parents.

No one knows where ends
How it may come tumbling down
But I'm here with you now
I'm with you now

"Are you feeling better?" Jane's gravelly voice broke the silence that had enveloped them.

Though not apt on reading social cues, Maura knew what Jane was really asking. She lifted her head up, regarding the woman below her before responding. "I told my parents about you. We fought about you."

Jane closed her eyes., her voice straining. "Shit. I'm so sorry. I knew we shouldn't have told my parents. I didn't want you to feel pressured, like you had to tell your parents. God, I can't believe I screwed up your family, I'm so sor—"

Maura shoved her hand over her girlfriend's mouth, effectively stopping the rant.

"Shh…sweetheart there's nothing to be sorry about. I wanted to tell them. It's their fault that things are screwed up. It's their inability to be open-minded that lead to this. Not you. I'll never be sorry about being with you." Maura pulled her hand away, peering down at the chocolate eyes searching her own.

"But still—" Jane began, before Maura placed a finger upon Jane's lips to stop her again.

"Jane, you scare me. You make me disregard everything I've ever known. I follow you blindly, without thought. I've never…I don't interact with people well. But you make me feel normal. You make me feel alive. I've never been as happy as I am when I'm with you. If my parents can't accep…accept that…well then…" Maura trailed off, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.

And then you say
I'll be all right
I'm gonna trust you, babe
Gonna look in your eyes

Yeah, you say
I'll be all right
I'll follow you
Into the light

Jane reached up, cupping Maura's face and leaning in to press a tender kiss to trembling lips.

"Your parents are insane for not accepting you. Accepting us." Jane paused, brow furrowed before she smirked. "Well, not so much us, because lets face it, if I were your parents I wouldn't consider myself a suitable suitor either but…" Maura laughed through her tears, playfully swatting her girlfriend's shoulder.

Jane chuckled at the antics, wiping away tear tracks on the broken face gazing back at her before continuing more seriously. "I want you to listen to me right now, Maura Elizabeth Isles. You are the single most amazing person I have ever met. Your quirks are so damn cute, you put up with all my emotional baggage and my crazy family willingly, and there isn't a mean bone in your body. And I promise to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love you." Jane took a steadying breath, the tears falling from her eyes betraying her otherwise collected demeanor.

"I love you, Maura. More than you could possibly know. I may not be much, but I will always be there to pick you up when you fall." Jane's façade crumbling fast, she brushed away an errant tear before whispering a plea. "Please let me pick you up when you fall. It killed me to hear you upset and sick and know you didn't realize I'd drop everything to be where you are. I want to be the one to make things better for you."

Maura snaked a hand through her girlfriend's unruly hair, both women crying freely. After several failed attempts at articulating how she was feeling, Maura decided on a hushed "thank you", before wrapping her arms around Jane's neck as grateful sobs overtook both women.

Let the world come rushing
Come down hard, come crushing
All I need
Is right here, beside me
I'm not enough, I swear it
But take my love and wear it over your shoulders

After an hour of gentle weeping, exhaustion won out, until Jane woke to Maura shifting.

"Where are you going? What do you need?" Jane grumbled, wrapping her arm tighter around the squirming woman.

"I just need a Kleenex" Maura smiled sheepishly, leaning down into the sea to pick up a clean tissue. She tried to delicately blow her nose, glaring at Jane as she watched with mirth.

"I held your hair back as you puked all over the place. After that, nothing is disgusting. Just blow it for Christ's' sake"

Maura giggled, thunderously blowing her nose as Jane laughed uncontrollably.

After ensuring her face was clean, Maura rested her head on Jane's chest and clutched the hand not resting on her back to interlace their fingers.

"I'm not quite sure I deserve you, Jane Angela Rizzoli. But I just thought you should know that you're all I ever need." Maura's voice cracked as she placed a tender kiss atop the Jane's beating heart.

"Right back 'atcha" Jane smiled, pressing a kiss to Maura's forehead.

After a few more moments of comfortable silence, Maura realized she had still left one thing unspoken.

"Jane?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you too."

And if you say
I'll be all right
I'm gonna trust you, babe
Gonna look in your eyes

Yeah, you say
I'll be all right
I'll follow you
Into the light