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"Maura, I can't believe you're asking me to do this." Jane sighed heavily as she held up the Prada shoes the blonde had just handed her. "Really? You know I don't like wearing this kind of stuff. I mean, come on, I get nose bleeds at this height."

"Jane, your use of hyperbole often amazes me." The doctor chuckled at the brunette. "But, we really don't have time for your over exaggeration of the current situation. We are due at the gala in four hours, and it's always best to arrive slightly early to avoid the main crowd that will be interested in the more well known individuals that will be attending." She opened her closet door. "I bought this dress for you to wear."

"I can't wait to see it," Jane scowled and hopped up on Maura's bed. "Is it a Chanel? No, wait... is it... is it a Givenchy? Tell me it's a Givenchy. I do so love their collection this year. Oh, what about a Vera Wang? You know, I hear their fall collection was just to die for."

"Given your penchant for saying one thing yet meaning another, I can only assume you're being sarcastic." The doctor pulled a dress bag from her closet.

"You think?" Jane rolled her eyes and leaned back in the bed.

"However, just so you know, this is a Christian Dior." Maura hung the bag on a door hook and unzipped it. "Isn't it lovely?" She shot Jane a dazzling smile. "The stitching is just amazing, and I know you're going to look fabulous in this color."

The detective narrowed her eyes as she stared at the dress. "That top is a little low, isn't it?" She leaned forward in the bed to get a better look at the garment.

"Low? No, not at all. You have the perfect muscular structure to wear an item such as this. You see here?" Maura began to gesture over the highlights of the dress. "These cups will wrap around you snugly, and the waist is cinched here with a tight fit around your hips. It should give you an amazing silhouette."

"Really?" Jane shot off the bed and grabbed the garment. "Maura, this... this piece of cloth doesn't have anything down the middle. Nothing! From my naval up, there's nothing there. You know, I'm not even sure this thing will even cover my boobs. How can you expect me to wear this?"

"First of all, as I already pointed out, the cups will wrap snugly around you. However, I did expect you to be concerned about any malfunctions in your wardrobe, so I made sure to have this," she held up an aerosol can and shook it at Jane.

"Is that hairspray?"

"Body glue." The blonde pointed to the markings on the can. "It's perfectly safe... non-toxic."

"Body... really? You want me to glue this lie of a dress onto my chest? What's next? You want me to superglue my earrings on?"

"Of course not. Your ears are pieces, and they do have clip-on earrings."

Jane gave a slight growl. "I can't even... no," she threw her hands up, "No way am I wearing this. It's just not going to happen."

"Jane, we really don't have time for this, and we don't have time to find another dress so soon." Maura took the dress from Jane's clutched hand and rehung it on the hook. "It took me weeks to get the appointment for the hair stylist, and I can't even tell you how difficult it was to find a perfect match in color for the shoes to this dress. Trust me, sweetie," she leaned over and gently kissed the now seething detective, "You will look stunning."

"I will look naked." Jane crossed her arms. "I'm not going. If it's this dress or not going, I go with with not gong because," she pointed at the the dress, "Maura, if I wear that and anyone at the station sees it, it's game over."

"Really, Jane," the blonde rolled her eyes.

"Really... Maura? Look, you know I don't care that everyone knows we're together, and you know that no one thinks it's a big deal. You know that I … tolerate going to these things with you and letting you dress me up in stuff that costs more than a month's worth of my paychecks, but there's a line. I'm not some barbie doll that you can dress up and show off. I'm not...I'm not," she gave a frustrated shake of her head. "I'm not your trophy girlfriend. My body isn't here for you to show off, okay? I'm a homicide detective, not some haute couture glamor girl that likes to prance down red carpet events and dance in front of the cameras. I have a reputation to maintain. How am I supposed to keep my credibility as a cop when there are pictures of me splashed across the local metro section of the paper with my stomach showing and half my chest hanging out?"

"Jane, you really are over exaggerating. This dress is tasteful, and nothing is revealed that shouldn't be."

"But, it is revealing, and, if the boys at the precinct saw me in this, I'd never be able to live it down. I'm not going in that."

"Jane, you promised to attend this function with me. Everyone expects us to be there. If you don't attend, it will not do well for our reputation either. Now, stop being silly. You're going to look fine."

"You know what?" Jane glowered at the blonde. "Fine." She threw her hands up. "Fine, but this is the last time I do this. I mean it, Maura. From now on, you better take me with you or send me a picture of what you're going to buy before you do because I am not doing this again."

"You mean pre-approval?" Maura let out a small chuckle.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean." The brunette glanced at her phone. "What time are we supposed to be at the hair place?"

"Twenty minutes. We need to leave now, or we'll be late." Maura laid a hand on Jane's arm. "I don't really understand why you're upset, but I don't like that I've made you that way."

"It's fine. Just do what I ask next time, okay?" The detective pulled away from the blonde, grabbed the dress, shoes, and a small bag, and headed for the door. "Let's just go."


"Rizzoli, you and Dr. Isles are in the paper this morning," Korsak looked over the top of the paper he was reading at his desk. "Nice dress." He turned it around to show her a quarter page spread containing a picture of her and Maura at the gala.

"Whoa, Jane, that's... uh.. that's quite a dress you had on there." Frost leaned over to get a closer look. "How did you... you know... keep it in place?" He made a vague motion with his hands across the top portion of his chest.

"I hate you both." She grabbed the paper from Korsak's hand. "You know, there were plenty of celebs at this thing. You'd think they'd have something better to print than my picture." She started reading the article. "Oh crap."

"Language, Jane," Maura strolled into the squad room with a file in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

The detective's head whipped around. "You know what, Maura? You can bite me."

The doctor's eyes widened and she threw her hand across her chest in shock. "Jane, I..."

The detective threw the paper in front of the doctor's face. "Have you seen this? I told you that I didn't want to do this. I told you that it would cause problems for me. Look at this! My name is all over this article along with what I do and where I work. I can't believe this. The Brass is going to have my ass for this. I didn't talk to anyone while I was there but you and your friends. All of them know who I am already, so who the hell told the press?" She threw the paper down on Korsak's desk. "And who the hell thought that a local cop in a dress was more interesting than all the A-lists that were there last night? Oh my god," Jane ran the palms of her hands over her eyes, "This is a nightmare."

Maura set down the coffee and folder. She walked over to the paper and picked it up. "But, I don't understand, you look fine. In fact, you look..."

"Rizzoli. My office. Now." Lieutenant Cavanaugh grabbed the paper from Maura. "You too, Doctor."


"This," Cavanaugh held the paper up to the two women, "Cannot happen. Rizzoli, you've put the credibility of the entire homicide department into question over this little stunt."

"Lieutenant, I..."

"I don't want to hear it."

"Excuse me, Lieutenant?" Maura gave a little wave.

"Yes, Dr. Isles?" He gave her a warning look.

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand what the issue is here. Jane is dressed appropriately for this event. In fact, I picked this dress out myself. I thought it was quite tasteful."

"I figured you were the one." His jaw tensed for a moment. "Our detective's can't go around looking like high class call girls, I don't care how good they might look in the outfit."

"Hey!" Jane scowled at her boss. She made a move to stand but was stopped short by a wave of his hand.

"Facts are facts, and the fact is, you look like a hooker, and the Brass is pissed, Jane." He turned back to Maura. "I assumed you were the one responsible for this atrocity." He gestured at the paper. "Listen to what I'm saying because, if I have to say it again, it'll be with the Brass and HR standing beside me, this cannot happen again. Keep it tasteful from here on out. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," Jane grumbled as she shot a furious look at the blonde.

"Dr. Isles?"

"Of course, Lieutenant Cavanaugh, we will be certain to avoid such issues in the future." Maura blinked rapidly as she tried to maintain her composure.

"Go." He motioned for the door.


"Jane, it's me. I know you're there. It's Monday night, and you never miss your show. Please answer your phone. Jane? I'll try again. Love you."

Jane listened to the voice mail as she paced around her apartment. She was angry and not sure if talking to Maura was a good idea. Between being called a hooker by her boss, having the other detectives give her a hard time all day, and having to duck some annoying local press who were treating her like a D-list celebrity, she wasn't having a great day. None of it would have happened if Maura hadn't pressured her to do something she didn't want to do or, better yet, had just bought a dress instead of two pieces of cloth held together with a few stitches.

Now, she was in trouble with the Brass for not representing the department well, having to deal with her mother's voice mails about how to appropriately dress, and trying to avoid seeing anyone else because the whole situation was really embarrassing for her. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to the reason she was in this mess.

Her phone rang again. It was Maura. She pushed it to voice mail. A few seconds later, her phone chimed to indicate there was a message.

"Jane, please don't shut me out. I understand you're upset, and I believe I understand why now. It's not healthy to keep things bottled up. Let's talk about this. Please, Jane? ...I'll just wait until you decide to contact me back."

They had been together for two years. It was first time Maura hadn't ended a voice mail with 'love you' since they'd told each other just that.

Jane slumped against her kitchen cabinet. This was not going to end well. She could feel it coming.


"Frost, can you run down to the morgue and grab the reports?" Jane scanned through her emails.

"Yeah, sure, but don't you want to go?"

"No, I've got some things to take care of here." Jane didn't take her eyes off of her screen.

"Okay," He gave Korsak a questioning look. Korsak just shrugged. "I'll be right back." He left the squad room with a puzzled look on his face.

"You okay?" Korsak walked over to Jane's desk.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" She looked up at her ex-partner. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, you know, I can't help but notice that you've been avoiding the morgue all day."

"I haven't been avoiding it. I've just been busy." She shrugged. "You know how it is. I got a lot of paperwork to do."

"Jane," he leaned down to look her in the eye. "This is me you're talking to. Come on."

She sighed. "I'm just... I can't," she scratched the back of her head. "I'm really angry, Korsak, and I don't want to walk in and say or do something stupid because I was angry. When this started, I said I didn't want to mess this up, and I still don't. I'm just trying to give myself time to cool off, you know?"

"Yeah, but you two have a strong relationship. You need to talk to her... work it out."

"And you would know how not to mess up a relationship?" She cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, how do you think I messed mine up?" He nodded toward her. "Think about it. Talk to her, Janie."


It took longer than normal for Maura to come to the door. When she opened it, she looked disheveled and her eyes were slightly red. Jane felt a tinge of guilt run through her. It was clear the woman in front of her had been crying.

"Hey," she shifted from one foot to the other.

"Jane, I... what are you doing here?"

"I thought maybe we could talk." She flinched. "Can I come in?"


"You've been avoiding me for nearly a week. I was beginning to think you weren't ever going to speak with me again." Maura drifted through her kitchen pulling down wine glasses and pulling out a bottle of wine.

"I'm sorry about that." Jane took the offered glass. "It's been a rough week, you know?"

Maura took a sip of her wine as she watched the brunette shift her glass from hand to hand. "Why didn't you return any of my calls?"

"I was angry." She set the glass down. "I was afraid I'd say something I couldn't take back... that I'd mess this up."

"Are you still angry?" Maura set her own glass down.

"Yeah, I am, but not like before." Jane wrapped her arms around her torso and glanced around the room. "My job... my reputation is really important to me."

"More important than us?"

"Maura..."

"Jane, it was a dress. It's not as though you were caught in some sordid and compromising position. You were at a public event and off duty."

"It doesn't matter if I'm on duty or off duty, I'm still a cop, and I still represent the department. You know that."

"I know that I don't handle your silence well."

"Well, I don't handle your lack of regard for my job well."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that if you cared about things that really mattered to me, you wouldn't force me into doing things like that. You know, if you'd just treat me like a human being instead of another accessory to your Dior and Chanel outfits, maybe we wouldn't fight all the time."

"I do not treat you that way! Just because I try to add a little style to your..."

"Style? So, what? You think I can't dress myself? You sure didn't have an issue with what I wore when we first started dating. What else do you think I need more... style with?"

"You make it sound as though I think something is wrong witj you."

"Yeah, well, do you?"

"No! Of course not. Why would you ask me that? Jane, you know I love you."

"I know you love who you turn me into when I'm not at work or at Ma's."

"What?"

"You dress me up so I'm presentable to your friends. You're constantly correcting me or training me to do a certain thing or say something in a certain way. You criticize the stuff I like to do..."

"When have I ever..."

"Last week I wanted to go to the festival that was in town. After pointing out all the reasons that sort of event was unsanitary, you then moved on to tell me everything that was wrong with the concept, and you ended by telling me we were going to that museum's art exhibition instead."

"Well, I... that's not really how it happened."

"Yeah, it really is, and that's just one example. You do it all the time! Then, when I talk to you about it, you blow me off as being silly. You know, you really don't take me seriously, and I'm really getting tired of it."

"I don't take you seriously? How often am I excluded from the things you do because you think I 'wouldn't understand' or I 'wouldn't like it'? How would you know? You never ask me. You never give me a chance. There was a time when you included me; you were willing to teach me. Now, it's as if I'm too much trouble for you. We go to your family events. We normally go where you want to go when we do actually go out. Who, exactly, is the 'trophy girlfriend' here? From where I'm standing, I'd say your accusations are better suited for yourself than me."

"You... I can't even," Jane threw her hands up in the air. "I can't do this anymore." She pulled her keys out and slide a set off of her ring. "It's just too much. Frankly, I don't even understand how we got together. We don't have anything in common, and you clearly don't get me. So here," she slammed the keys down on the counter. "Why don't you give these to someone that won't embarrass you at your next gala function because they're okay with being half naked in front of God knows how many people? I'm through, Maura."

"Jane!" Maura reached out to grab the brunette's arm, but the other woman pulled away. "Are you leaving me?"

"Why not? We haven't been together in months anyway... just going through the motions."

Maura reached for Jane again. "Jane, please, don't do this. Let's just... let's just talk about it."

The detective pulled away again. "Fuck off, Maura." Jane stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her.

"Oh god," Maura stood in her living room staring at the closed door. "What am I going to do?"


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