A/N: Well...I'm sorry. I had to. Tell me what you think. Please, I love reading all you have to say.
"Thanks for the escape route back there," Jane said gratefully, holding the door for Maura as they exited the coffee shop.
"Really, it's not a problem. Besides. You made me stop for coffee. We're officially even."
"Oh, so there's a score?"
"Would you calm down? I was merely stating that favors are favors."
"Sorry," Jane mumbled, getting into her car. Maura followed suit, smirking at the detective.
"Don't be sorry either. Sorry is for when you've done something wrong. Being you isn't wrong."
"Yeah, well, being me when I first meet someone usually sends them screaming bloody murder for the hills."
She started the engine, setting her cup of coffee between her legs.
"You don't have cup holders?"
Jane turned around so she could see to back the car up, putting her right arm around the back of Maura's seat for balance. Her fingers brushed Maura's neck and the M.E. tried not to react to the touch, but she stiffened automatically. She swore internally when she realized Jane noticed. The detective had immediately clenched her hand into a fist, eliminating the possibility for them to touch again.
Once on the road, Jane flicked on the radio to classic rock. The noise caused Maura to jump and plug her ears it was so loud. She didn't say anything to Jane, but instead watched the detective head bang as she drove. Maura smiled, but then she reached over and turned it off.
"Maura!" Jane protested, turning her head to look at the honey blonde.
"It was loud."
The M.E. was about to answer when she saw something.
"Jane!" she yelled, pointing.
Jane focused back on the road just in time to see a car pull out in front of her. She turned sharply around him, her coffee spilling all over her in the process.
"Shit. Shit, shit, shit!"
"I'm already late," Jane groaned. "I can't go back for new clothes."
Maura gave a sly grin and pulled a dress from her purse.
"Seriously?" Jane asked incredulously. "So you've got a liquor cabinet and a closet in that damn bag. Anything else I should know about? Bathroom? Kitchen?" she rambled as they pulled to a stop light.
"Don't kid. Do you want it or not?"
"It's a dress," Jane said, making a face.
"…It's a dress. I don't do dresses."
"Well you've got a dress or you've got trousers with a crotch stain. It's completely up to you."
"Fine. Take the wheel."
Instead of answering, Jane just gave a smug smile and pressed the gas through the green light. The detective pulled her shirt over her head and Maura struggled to turn the wheel with her one hand.
Jane rolled her eyes and pulled the dress on over her head. Maura yanked the wheel hard, catching Jane by surprise.
"Don't rush me, Maura."
"Brake, Jane, brake. I don't care about your personal problems right now. I'm just trying not to die!"
Jane hit the brakes.
"Not that hard!"
"Maura, I can't see."
"What'd you want me to do about it? I'm driving, remember?"
Jane huffed from inside the fabric cocoon, finally finding where her arms and head were supposed to go.
Jane hit the gas while simultaneously unbuttoning her slacks.
"How in the hell am I gonna do this?" she mumbled, mostly to herself. "Maura?"
"Hmm?" the M.E. answered, a slight quiver in her voice.
"On 3, I'm going to put my feet on the seat. I need your foot on the gas."
"You seem pretty smart. Figure it out."
"I swear if you—"
"Yeah, yeah. If you die, you can haunt me for the rest of my life. Promise."
Maura glared, but unbuckled her seat belt.
"Ready? 1, 2, 3—"
Jane lifted up her feet and Maura stuck her left leg onto the driver's side, controlling the pedals. Jane yanked off her boots and threw them in the back.
"Yes, Maura?" Jane asked, as calmly as she could manage.
Jane stopped what she was doing and clung to the door just in time for Maura to make a sharp turn through an intersection. With that, Jane managed to pull of her pants. She returned her foot to the gas only to find Maura's already there. For that brief moment, both of them forgot what was going on. Both of their hearts fluttered in their chest and both of them seemed frozen in time. That is until they heard a loud beep from behind them. Maura laughed sheepishly, returning to her side of the car. After one more turn they were in the Dirty Robber's parking lot and there sat Maura's lonely car.
"Thanks for the ride."
"I thought we didn't say thanks," Jane teased.
They smiled at each other.
"I'll see you around, okay?" Maura said hopefully.
"Count on it."
Maura opened the door and Jane's phone rang. She answered it in one ring.
"Rizzoli," she said just as the door slammed shut. She swore internally. God, I hope she didn't hear that.
Maura walked quickly back to her car, lost in thought. Rizzoli. Where had she heard that before?