Jane and Korsak were driving back from visiting a potential witness, while frost was at the BRIC working his computer magic.

"Hey, Korsak?" Jane suddenly broke the comfortable silence.

"What is it, Jane?" He asked, eyes on the road.

"Thanks, about yesterday. That save at Joe's when Frost was nosy."

"You're welcome. But you can tell him, you know. It's not dark ages anymore and he's your new partner. You can trust him enough."

"I know. I do trust him. And practically everyone around here knows it, anyway."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Yesterday just didn't feel like a coming-out-to-my-new-partner sort of day."

"Really? Your new partner? Or was it the beautiful doctor you didn't feel like coming out to?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Come on. I'm a detective, too, you know. And I'm not blind. You like her."

After a moment Jane admitted "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"So, what's the problem? That's a good thing."

"I know. And I think she might like me too, but…"

"But what? This is great. I don't think you had a girl since" Korsak abruptly stopped talking.

"That's right. No need to tiptoe around it. I haven't been with anyone ever since Hoyt pinned me to the ground in a basement and was about to make me into his voodoo doll."

Jane looked to the side and rubbed her hands. Korsak gently put a hand on hers, eyes still focused on the road.

She flinched out of shock but didn't move. After a while it felt nice, comforting.

"Hey, you don't have to hurry with any of this. Take as much time as you need. And if you ever need to talk, I'm right here."

"Thanks, Korsak."


Jane needed to vent her frustration and so she went to the gym. She was hitting the bag repeatedly, sweat rolling down her body. This helped with the ever-present feeling of helplessness that overcame her every time she remembered the weight of his body on hers. It was mere minutes before being raped and murdered when Korsak saved her. She didn't share with him the details of the horror she went through down there. Neither did she share that with anyone else.

Bam. Bam. She kept hitting the bag.

After she completely exhausted herself, she went to shower. She then headed to her locker with a towel wrapped around her body. And wouldn't you know it, Maura was there. She wore tight leggings and a top that was nothing more than a sports bra. She also wore sweatbands around her wrists and on her head, looking cute as ever.

"Wow, look at you. This outfit isn't very doctor Isles of you."

The doc turned around and noticed her for the first time. And then she gulped. "Detective…"

Jane suppressed her smirk and walked up closer to Maura. "Back to the detective, are we? I told you, you can call me Jane. Do you remember that?"

Maura's cheeks flushed a pretty pink. She nodded, still staring at Jane.

"Jane, I've been meaning to talk to you about a few things. But perhaps when you're not wearing a towel."

"Should I take it off?" Jane suggestively pulled at a corner of her towel. Maura's eyes went wide. 'God, messing with Maura is so much fun,' she thought. Out loud she just said "Relax, I'm joking."

"Oh, right. A joke." Jane thought she could hear a small hint of disappointment in her voice.

"I'm all for that talk, by the way. I've actually been meaning to talk to you, too."

"Truly? That's great. Do you have time later today?"

"Sure, I'll come by your office. Say around five?"

"Lovely. See you then."

Jane noticed that Maura's eyes slid around her figure right before she turned to leave. She smiled to herself. 'Yeah, this will be just fine.'


She stared into a mirror in the bathroom, trying to fix herself up before heading to see Maura. There wasn't much she could do. Fixing her unruly hair was practically impossible. She wore her usual work clothes, nothing that would impress Maura. Oh, well. Maybe she should just change back into a towel, that seemed to work in her favor.

'Alright, Rizzoli. You can do this.'

A few minutes later she knocked on the door and stepped in.

"Hey."

"Hi." Maura looked up from her computer, smiling at Jane. "Please, have a seat," Maura gestured to the sofa.

"It's ok if you need to finish something up. I can wait."

"No, this is nothing," Maura left her computer and went to join the detective. "I was just doing a little shopping." She sat down on the sofa comfortably close to Jane.

"Oh, really? What were you buying?"

"Shoes," Maura answered simply. "One can never have enough shoes."

Jane chuckled, slowly shaking her head. "You are adorable," she bravely voiced her thoughts.

Maura looked into Jane's eyes. They did that a lot when talking to each other, the deep staring. But this time was different. The silence stretched longer, and Jane couldn't stand it and so she started talking. "I want to make sure that I'm perfectly clear when I say this, Maura. I like you. A lot. More than just a colleague or a friend. And I can't stop thinking about you."

There. She said it. Cards on the table.

Maura shakily answered. "I have no experience with anything like this. I've never been romantically involved with a woman."

"I know. I figured as much." She broke the eye contact, looking at her fidgeting hands. Her heart beating so hard it could jump out of her chest. "Did you know that I used to play piano?" Jane said out of nowhere.

"Oh, Jane." Maura's eyes were full of sympathy for the detective.

"Yeah. I wasn't half bad, actually." There was a moment of silence, after which she added in a quiet hoarse voice "I used to love it."

Maura's hand was trembling when she reached out for Jane. She held her hand palm up in an invitation. "May I?"

Jane swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly put one of her hands on the waiting palm. She watched Maura's every move as the doc gently started to massage her scarred palm. Maura then started talking.

"Ever since I've known you, I was hoping for a friendship. I don't really know why, I just felt at ease with you. My anxiety wasn't so bad when it was the two of us. As you may have noticed, I enjoy talking to you. And although I find your humor confusing at times, I must admit you help me get out of my shell, in many ways. When you kissed me, I was truly surprised. I had no idea you were interested in me. Or women in general. Although I don't want to presume…"

"No, it's fine. I'm.. I'm gay." Somehow even after years of saying it, she found it hard this time around. Maura nodded and hummed to herself. Her fingers now caressing the palm with gentle touches.

"I am not a lesbian," Maura stated, looking at their hands. "I wanted to talk to you and tell you just that. Then we had that wonderful evening at Joe's and you offered me a sleepover and I found myself wanting nothing more than to kiss you." She chanced a glance at Jane, who was listening closely. "I can't explain this. I just don't know what came over me. And to be honest, this odd desire has yet to subdue."

After admitting this, she started to lower her head to Jane's palm, very slowly to give her time to prepare herself or stop her. When she was just an inch away, she opened her lips, letting her hot breath roll over the skin of Jane's palm. The room was so quiet, all Jane could hear was her own frantic heart as she watched Maura's mouth. It was clear that the doctor was also nervous. Finally, the lips touched the scar tissue.

Jane released a small choked moan. Her eyes were welling up with tears. It felt so good, so right, so comforting.

Maura braved herself and looked straight at Jane. "I want this," and without breaking eye contact she ran the tip of her tongue over the scar. "I want you."

Another surprised moan escaped Jane's lips. Maura's beautiful face, framed by that lovely honey hair, those eyes piercing her soul and that tongue darting out and flicking over her scar. It was almost too much. Maura was encouraged by the reaction and ran the tip of her tongue over the scar again. Jane whimpered, her body was heating up.

"Maura…" she whispered.

The tongue flicked again, and she could feel her nipples strain. The doctor was loving her palm with her mouth and all she could do was stare and breathe, occasional moan escaping her lips. This was somehow becoming the most erotic experience of her life.

Another flick. Her core clenched. She couldn't stand it anymore, she had to touch the blonde. With her other hand Jane pushed Maura's hair aside and buried her face in the crook of her neck, peppering kisses all over. Maura released a pleased groan into her palm.

After she gently nipped Maura's neck, her face was suddenly held and before she knew it, they were sharing a passionate kiss. Tongues ventured out to finally meet each other. She felt so good, tasted like a slice of heaven and she kissed even better than in Jane's fantasies.

She was grabbing Maura's shoulders at first and then she let her hands roam all around her back. Maura just kept holding her face and kissing her.

Without warning Jane teasingly ran her fingers over Maura's breasts and then put them right back on her back. Maura moaned into her mouth. She kicked down her heels and straddled Jane's lap, the skirt of her dress hiking way up her thighs. They were rocking against each other. When they finally stopped kissing to catch breath, Jane pressed Maura close to her in a tight hug. They sat there like that for a while, holding each other. Then Maura was about to say something when both of their phones started to ring. The doc startled and jumped off her lap. But then she realized it's just a phone.

Jane fished up the device from her pocket. "Rizzoli."

"Isles," she heard Maura say.

"I'm on my way."

"I'll be there as soon as possible."

Afterwards there was silence. And then Maura chuckled. And then laughed. And soon they were both sharing a full-belied laugh.

The blonde shook her head. "This is so…"

"Yeah, I know," she smiled at her. "Come on, Maur. We have a case to crack and a scumbag to catch."

They walked out of Maura's office hand in hand.