Some wounds seem to deep to heal. Pain threatens at every turn to drive the detective and the medical examiner apart. But no cause is truly lost until the last person has given up hope. Will Jane and Maura see their way to mend their bond through shared struggle, or will they give up the ghost of a dead friendship?

The girls take turns telling each other their "story." Sweet and fluffy one-shot. Established Rizzles.

Night often brings fear and resurrects demons from the past. But sometimes there is comfort to be found in the darkness. One-shot. Established Rizzles.

Maura and Jane each take some much needed vacation, but neither of them finds their time away going according to plan. One-shot.

"'Jane' Maura laid her hand over top of Jane's on the gear shift. When Jane finally glanced at her, she said, 'You look lost in thought.' She couldn't help but smile. 'Like you weren't listening to me.'" One-shot. Established Rizzles. May be a bit of a tear-jerker.

"She shook her head, floundering in her own stream of consciousness. She said she'd be here. She'd meet me here, and we'd have our night in like we promised ourselves we would, Maura thought." One-shot. Established Rizzles.

"Maura could feel the tension in Jane's fingers against her spine. She could see in Jane's eyes the fierce and fiery cop waging war with a woman plagued by fear, and it scared her. She hadn't seen that particular look in a while." Jane tackles a case with a cold. Maura does her level best to keep up. Long one-shot. First Rizzles fic. There will be more.

Based on a Tumblr prompt that went something along the lines of, "How do Jane and Maura react when a group of obnoxious, drunk men begin harassing a young male server at the Dirty Robber?" This story is more on the humorous side. Established Rizzles.