Unwinding after a hard day at work, Rizzoli and Frost kicked back and were having a few beers at the nearby bar. Normally it would be Isles across from her sipping some fruity drink or cocktail or something Rizzoli wasn't too sure. Frost caught onto this and wondered aloud, "Hey so where's Isles? Aren't you normally with her instead of me?"
"What two partners can't go out for a drink sometimes?" Rizzoli feigned offended, but the growing smirk on her face gave it away. "Maura is on a date," admitted the brunette shrugging.
Frost nodded and sipped his beer, "Ahh." What he wanted to ask was what was up between the two women, however he didn't nearly have enough of beer to have to guts or stupidity to ask. Rumors silently circulated the department about them being more than friends. Frost himself didn't believe it but there was always a hint of doubt. No point in asking, so he just kept taking deep gulps of his beer.
"What?" Rizzoli saw the thoughtful look on her partner's face. His partner's voice snapped him from his contemplative state. Before he could respond they heard a loud shriek of terror coming from outside the building and the screech of tires peeling away on the pavement. This sprung the two into action. Running out the door they spot the car speed off. "You good to drive Frost?" she said with urgency. He nodded only have had one beer, he hops in the cruiser. Looking around at her surroundings she saw a woman face on the pavement, body contorted as though she had no bones. "I'll stay here, GO!" and with that her partner stepped on the accelerator and screeched off chasing after the dark blue SUV.
Running to the woman she already assumed the worst. Putting her hand against her neck, fingers on the woman's carotid artery, she felt for a pulse. There was nothing. Reaching for her cell phone she first called the station to let them know and then called Maura. After a few rings the doctor answered, "Hello?" There was loud music playing in the background. "Maura, sorry to interrupted your date," she frowned wondering about where she was, "But I need you here at the bar, there's been a murder."
"It's alright I'll be right there." Police cars swarmed the crime scene within ten minutes. The area was taped off when Isles arrived and when she did, jaws dropped. Well Rizzoli's jaw dropped, the other officers just stared. Out of the car came a man and Maura sporting a super short, cut off, low rise jean short, a cropped white tee shirt under a plaid top, and cowboy boots. Maura gave her friend a look bordering on a glare, eyes telling her to pick her jaw off the floor.
"Hey Daisy Duke, nice of you to get dressed for work." Ignoring Rizzoli she crossed the police tape and told her date, who had insisted on coming with her to the crime scene, to stay behind.
"What do we have?" the medical examiner asked.
Ignoring the doctor's question, the brunette quipped, "You know I should write you up for indecent exposure."
This time the doctor did glare, "Ha ha ha." Which aroused a smirk from Jane. The cop's pocket suddenly started to vibrate.
"Rizzoli," she said curtly. It was Frost. He caught their man. "Good job partner." Looks like an open and shut case. Jane wasn't on the clock but she wasn't going anywhere for now. Turning around to see how Maura was doing, her eyes widened at the sight of her hunched over the body in an awkward and revealing position. The other cops noticed this too and there was no lack of ogling at her general direction. The cop stooped behind Maura and whispered, "Maura." It sent a shiver down the doctor's back. "I know that you're trying this new Jessica Simpson look and whatever that's your thing. But," she emphasized in her signature husky voice. "Half of Boston can tell what kind of underwear you have on. The part of Boston that's behind you." Jane could see her friend blush slightly, while concentrating on the body on the ground. "I didn't take you as a leopard print thong type of girl," she added in a low teasing voice as she was about to get up.
"Wait," Isles hissed. "Cover me."
Jane's eyebrows furrowed, "What?"
"Cover my behind. I hadn't exactly planned on exposing myself to have of the police squad. This outfit was not meant to be worn at a crime scene," she whispered in a hurry.
Jane rolled her eyes. "Well what do you want me to do, stoop here behind you?" Isles nodded vigorously. "Fine. Don't take too long." It wasn't too long after that Jane started to complain, "Maura, my feet hurt. Hurry up." Maura shushed her. "Hmph. Fine. I'll just get up then."
Maura shrugged, "It's alright, my work here is done."
"Oh hey do you wanna grab a drink?"
Maura smiled apologetically. "Can't, date's still waiting."
Right. Jane recalled her friend mentioning that she had an itch to scratch and that meant going out with the first guy that asked, even if it was some hick country boy. Rizzoli sighed, "Alright. Go on. I'll see ya tomorrow."