Once again Jane was preparing herself to let Maura down. She had invited her for a DVD night but, as luck would have it, an important case required her on a stakeout.
This time, rather than swallow the brushoff, Maura insisted on coming along for the adventure.
Jane could not imagine why Maura would want to hang out in a cold car with her for hours, but she resolved that if that is what Maura wanted to do she was determined to show her the best time possible under the circumstances. So, she made an effort to buy a nice Chinese take-out for them to enjoy while they waited. There was nothing in the book that said a stakeout could not be fun.
At about 8:15pm Jane spotted her target, Natasha Johnson, a 35-year-old woman who was the sister of their main suspect in a nasty assault case, Andy Johnson. Jane had been working this case for a few weeks and this was their last chance to nail the suspect. The tap on Natasha's phone revealed she was having an important dinner that night. Despite Natasha's protestations that she was estranged from her brother, judging by the cryptic nature of the text messages, Jane had cause to believe that her dinner guest could be him. She hoped that he might reveal his whereabouts on the night of the attack to his sister or lead them back to his hideout afterwards.
Natasha came walking down the street with two large shopping bags.
Jane and Maura watched as she entered her apartment. It was a lovely big apartment with large windows and high ceilings. She was clearly oblivious to the prospect that someone could be watching her and, as a result, thankfully did not draw the curtains. If she had, the task of surveillance would be much harder, relying entirely on audio feedback, and they would have had to relocate to a surveillance van. Thanks to it being dark outside and Natasha liberally switching on the lamps inside her house, Jane and Maura had a perfect view of the kitchen, dining room and Natasha's bedroom.
Natasha dumped the shopping in the kitchen and went through to her bedroom where she changed into a pair of jeans and a jumper. She returned to the kitchen and started the dinner preparations.
About twenty minutes later Jane noticed another person, dressed in a long coat with a hood, approach the apartment. "This could be him," she said.
Natasha opened the door and greeted her visitor with a warm hug, a broad smile and a long deep kiss.
"Wow," Maura said, "close family."
Finally, Natasha pulled her visitor further into the flat.
Jane waited, eager to confirm that the mystery visitor was the brother. Thus far nothing in the case had revealed that Natasha had a lover or boyfriend.
Once inside, after another long passionate kiss, Natasha finally released her visitor and helped him out of his coat.
Jane's jaw dropped. She dared not look at Maura who was also avidly watching the goings on. The visitor was a tall blond haired woman.
The mere thought of Maura, next to her also observing these two women kiss, made Jane blush. She was very thankful it was dark. Why this tonight? Of all stakeouts! she thought. If she had suspected Natasha Johnson was a lesbian she would never have let Maura come out with her.
"Well, they certainly are close," Maura said, her expression matter of fact.
Jane almost burst out laughing.
"I had no idea," Jane half apologised. "We have very little on her background. In fact, my money was on her banging her brother's partner." Jane realised she was about to start babbling so she turned her attention back to the house.
Natasha Johnson pulled her lover by the waistband into the kitchen and pushed her up against the central island. After a long slow kiss she started undoing her lover's shirt and slipped it off her shoulders revealing small pert unencumbered breasts. Natasha bent down and took one of her lover's nipples in her mouth, caressing the other with a flat needing hand.
Natasha's lover threw her head back in a silent moan at to the welcome onslaught. Jane bit her bottom lip to stop herself from reacting in empathy.
Jane was not sure she could watch much more of this with Maura only a few centimetres away from her but, she could also not bring herself to end the surveillance right then.
Natasha Johnson proceeded to strip her lover and lift her up onto the marble top of the central kitchen counter, slipping both legs onto her shoulders. Her lover leant back and Jane closed her eyes, anticipating what would probably come next.
A few seconds later Jane opened one eye to find exactly what she feared was happening. Natasha had bent down and with her head between her lovers legs, was kissing and licking her vagina. From her arm movements it was clear that Natasha was also slowly fucking her on the kitchen counter. Her lover lay back on her elbows, watching her, occasionally throwing her head back in silent screams of pleasure.
Before she knew what had happened, Jane felt the effects of that sensual scene crawl over her body like a poisonous mist. She tried to study Maura surreptitiously. Could she see signs of it having a similar effect on her? She was not sure. She noticed Maura's slight cock of her head – the all too familiar sign that Maura was concentrating. She could sense one of Maura's infamous blunt questions building and formulating in her mind – not something she was prepared to face right there under the current circumstances.
That was enough to pull Jane from her funk of inaction and she called it a night on the stakeout, reasoning that they had clearly established her visitor was not the brother.
"What if her brother was joining them later?" Maura asked.
"I don't think they are expecting anyone else, do you?" Jane said, implying what she thought was the obvious.