Detective Jane Rizzoli had just experienced an epiphany. After months of not being able to work out why she was feeling off, she suddenly had clarity; she knew what had made her feel off kilter. She had finally worked out that she fancied her best friend. Her very straight. Very female. Very classy friend and colleague; Dr Maura Isles.
Shit.
Jane was also straight.
Double shit.
Jane cast her mind back to when she had first met Maura. Jane had been at work, getting the coffees for Korsak, Frost and herself. She was busy balancing the coffees, sugar and pastries, but the load was perched a bit too precariously on her long gangly limbs.
She was busy trying, unsuccessfully, to press the elevator call button with her foot, when she heard a sultry laugh from behind her.
"Let me get that for you."
"Thanks. I can't seem to get it today."
"Today? Is that your normal method of calling the elevator? Most people would not carry so much about their person, or at least distribute the load better. Would you like me to help you?"
"Nah" Jane drawled, her Italian roots suddenly present. "Don't you trouble your self sweetheart, it's not everyday I do this, unless I'm working a seven day week of course. And I am not most people." Jane declared as her heel connected with the button and the elevator eventually announced it's arrival.
Jane's brazen confidence and swagger suddenly dissipated when she turned to face the woman who had spoken to her and found herself staring into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. She felt her mouth go dry and her pulse rate increase. She blinked quickly, trying to recover her composure and took in the woman's pristine appearance.
The blonde was wearing dangerously high Christian Louboutin's and what she assumed was a very expensive dress pushing up and creating the most pert round breasts Jane had ever seen. Not that Jane had looked at women's boobs often, but in this dress you couldn't miss this woman's magnificent bosom. The dress was high and tight, the material hugged to every curve and even though Jane could not see the woman's back view, she knew it would be as magnificent as the front. Wait, did she just think this woman was magnificent and had magnificent boobs? Get it together Rizzoli.
"No, I am sure that you are not. Shall we?"
"After you." Oh yes, the back view was as good as the front.
"Going down?" the shorter woman asked.
"Excuse me?"
"Your destination. Is it down a floor or up?"
"Right. Up. Thanks."
The women rode the elevator in silence as the lift ascended and signified the arrival at Jane's destination.
"Thanks."
Jane exited the elevator, disconcerted by the presence of the rather intriguing woman she had just met; and wondering who on earth she was and what she was doing at the Precinct.