Hey, ya'll! Got a one shot for you, courtesy of CReynhout. By the way, my apologies for this one taking so long; I was sidetracked by several projects. But, better late than never, ay?

To all my regular readers, keep an eye on the sky, as I will be posting the first chapter of a new Mass Effect story once Andromenda comes out, and then I will promptly disappear to play the shit out of it XD I do have about six other one shots finished to post in the meantime, as well as a handful of others to complete to keep you all entertained whilst I play Bioware's newest entry and write this story that has already turned into a fucking monster.

Because I refuse to use the word 'panties.' Just, no. So much no.

Also, seriously guys, look up the '57 Mercedes-Benz Cabriolet, it is fucking gorgeous.

Read on!

The low tones of NPR radio filled the otherwise serene silence in the rebuilt, sky blue 1957 Mercedes-Benz Cabriolet convertible. The soft top was up because of the rapidly cooling late autumn weather, although the mid-afternoon temperatures were quite warm for the end of October. Behind the steering wheel, Maura absently tapped her fingers as she let the voices fall into the background and focused on the twisting road before her. The back road she was cruising down on her way back from a conference in the southern reaches of Massachusetts was barren of houses and only rarely interspersed with the occasional small field. The trees that lined the side of the road were just past peak, more yellows showing than oranges and reds anymore.

Maura smiled and let her hand float outside the window, riding the currents created as she disturbed the leaves that littered the road. The sky was cloudless and promised a chilly night, but she knew she was only a couple hours outside of Boston and let her mind wander as she maneuvered the winding turns and took in the scenic view. Her car suddenly shuddered and lost momentum, then sped back up for a moment before coughing again. She yanked her hand in and grasped the steering column tightly, eyes darting down to the display in front of her. The speedometer lurched and began dropping from just over fifty at a steady pace while the tachometer ratcheted further up as she pressed her foot frantically against the gas pedal.

Her hazel gaze landed on the far side of the display and widened in horror. "No, no, I just…it can't…" Her gas gauge needle, which had hovered just over half full at the last town she went though before veering off the highway about thirty miles ago, was now below the red line that delineated an empty tank.

She felt tears prick at the corner of her eyes as she pulled onto the shoulder and the convertible gave one last gasp before rolling to a stop. She put her four ways on and roughly carded her fingers through her hair, staring at the gas gauge until her vision blurred. Maura put her hands over her face and breathed deeply until her emotions were under her control again, then looked around the small front seat for an idea. Her purse sat in the passenger seat, an overnight bag on the floorboards in front of the seat with a change of clothes and her personal care kit. In the center console, a thermos of coffee sat alongside her phone, which she pounced on excitedly. She tapped the screen to wake up her phone and tried to search for a mechanic to call, but her phone suddenly beeped frantically at her and died, having drained faster as it searched for service on the ride back toward Boston.

"Dammit," she cursed quietly, feeling the threat of tears again as she laid her head back against the headrest and shut her eyes.

Maura wiped her eyes when she heard the quiet hum of an engine some distance away. The first sign of life on the road since she had run out of gas almost an hour ago, she felt her heart rate pick up in anticipation of help. She sat in her car watching the rear view mirror and smiled faintly when she saw the first glint of metal rounding the corner at her back. Her hopeful smile vanished when she realized it was a motorcycle coming her way and she cradled her head in her hands again. The low grumble of the bike grew louder as it approached and passed her by in a blur of black leather and crimson chrome.

Maura looked out the front window when the sound of the motorcycle abruptly stopped growing quieter and her eyes widened when she saw the brake light reflecting back at her a hundred feet away. The rider looked over their shoulder and did a u-turn in the road, cruising slowly back toward Maura. She slowly edged her hand toward the glove compartment and pulled her personal Glock 27 out. She thumbed off the safety and set it in her lap, out of immediate sight, and watched the bike come to a stop in front of her car. The rider climbed out of the saddle and started undoing the chin strap of their full face helmet as they walked toward her window.

Maura's eyes traveled down the worn black leather jacket, zipped up to ward off the chilly breeze in the air, past the equally worn blue jeans that had a hole in one knee, to the tips of scuffed up boots that crunched on the gravel as they stopped outside her window. Her eyes widened when the helmet came off and a riot of dark curls fell messily around a beautiful – and very much female – face. Chocolate eyes regarded her guardedly as the woman smiled faintly and leant in toward the window.

"Are you having car troubles, miss?" Maura could only blink as the woman's whiskey soaked voice washed over her and work her jaw soundlessly. "Miss? Are you alright?" Her tone was worried and her brows furrowed anxiously. "Do you need help?"

Maura shook herself from her daze, nodding mutely as she peeled her tongue from the roof of her suddenly dry mouth. "I'm – I, yes, I ran…out of gas."

The woman's lips twisted into a smirk as she thumbed toward the direction she had come from. "You know the nearest town with a gas station is like, forty miles back that way, right?"

"Thirty three, actually," Maura replied with a glance at her odometer. "And I thought I had a half tank left. Apparently the gauge isn't functioning properly. I was going to call a garage to bring me some gasoline, but my phone died and there is no way to charge it."

She gestured helplessly at the simple dashboard and the woman's eyes locked just over her shoulder, suddenly sharp and piercing. "Ma'am," she began, voice authoritative, "do you have a permit for that weapon?"

Maura's eyes widened and she hastily thumbed the safety back on and laid in on the passenger seat. "Oh my – I'm so sorry, yes, of course! I just – I didn't know who you might be and – God, here." She thrust her Class A carry conceal at the woman.

Dark eyes scanned it for a long time before she handed it back. Maura watched her eyes lighten as her posture visibly relaxed and she smiled again. "I just wanted to make sure, Missus Isles. Carryover of the job."

She shrugged a shoulder lazily and Maura smiled faintly. "Miss, actually. You are a police officer?" She hazarded a guess.

"Detective for eight years with Boston homicide," she said with a proud grin. She suddenly stuck her hand through the window. "Jane Rizzoli."

"Maura Isles."

"I know," Jane said with a little laugh and wink as she shook Maura's hand. "Do you mind putting that away now that we know each other; I see enough guns on the job."

Maura chuckled at the joke as she slid the gun back into the glove compartment. Jane set her helmet on the ground between her feet and unzipped her jacket, rooting though an interior pocket as Maura stared at her again. The shirt beneath the jacket was thin and hugged her curves, showing off her narrow waist and the hint of musculature beneath the worn fabric. The brunette hummed victoriously as she pulled her cell from the pocket and unlocked it.

"Do you care if I call my brother instead of a garage? He lives about forty minutes from here; that's actually where I was headed tonight. Plus he won't charge you to bring a couple gallons of gas." Maura nodded and Jane dialed his number, putting the phone to her ear.

"Yo, Tommy. Hey, I need a favor. Yeah, it's me, who did you think it was?" She rolled her eyes at the answer and Maura giggled at the expression. Dark eyes slid over to her and warmed as the voice replied. "No, if you wanted her, you should've called her. No, I don't know any single women willing to 'hook up' with you. God dammit, Tommy, can you just listen for a minute?" Her hoarse voice climbed steadily as her free hand hooked on the window sill and her fingers started drumming on it. "Thank you, dear brother," she said sarcastically.

Maura watched her long fingers drum rhythmically, entranced by the way the tendons flexed beneath her skin and, at the end of every beat, she would tap her index and middle fingers before starting again. "Listen, I need you to grab a few gallons of gas and bring them out onto Schoolhouse road – yes, I know it's a trip – I really don't need to know that…" Jane's hand disappeared as she dragged it over her face and then back through her hair, disturbing the unruly curls that danced in the slight breeze. "Please? C'mon, do it for me? I'll owe ya. Thanks. Yeah, we're out where we used to race. That strip that is straighter than the rest of the road? Yeah, that place. Okay, thanks, brother." She ended the call and sighed, leaning against the side of the door.

"Is he coming?"

"Yeah, should be about forty five minutes, unless he gets sidetracked by his latest fling if she shows up. I'll call him in a half hour and see where he is."

Jane crouched in front of the door and picked up her helmet. As she walked toward her bike, Maura panicked and got out, calling out, "You're leaving?"

"Huh? No, I just want to put my helmet up so it doesn't get dirty." Jane hung it on the back rest of the sissy seat and froze when she turned around, blatantly eyeing Maura up and down from her comfortable flats – worn in lieu of the heels that went with her outfit – to her black, fitted skirt and up to the green, silk blouse that offered a tempting view of her collarbone and a hint of cleavage. Her jaw gaped and Maura felt her cheeks heat up as the appreciative gaze lingered and made her hands tremble. She shivered when a breeze blew past them and Jane's gaze turned concerned as she removed her leather jacket and offered it to her.

"You're cold."

"It is the end of autumn. My jacket is in the car," she said quietly as she took the proffered jacket and slid it over her shoulders. "But thank you." She caught a whiff of scent off the jacket with the next gust and watched the wind whip Jane's hair around her head. "We can…sit in the car to wait, if you want?"

Jane seemed startled by the offer but nodded jerkily and slid into the passenger seat. "So…nice ride," Jane said awkwardly.

"It's a 1957 Mercedes-Benz Cabriolet; I had it restored earlier this year after I bought it from an auction." Maura rubbed the steering wheel affectionately. "This is one of the original colors for the vehicle when it was first produced." She rambled about the specs of the car until she noticed Jane's bemused and awed expression and cut herself off with an awkward smile. "I'm sorry, I sometimes get a little caught up with the facts about various subjects."

"I can see that." Jane's expression shifted to something Maura couldn't decipher as she leaned closer. "It's very attractive."

When Maura's expression slid toward surprise, she quickly backpedaled and stammered, "The car, I mean! Not that you aren't, 'cause you really are, and your intelligence doubly so, but!" She hid her face behind her hands, a red flush barely visible between her fingers.

Maura smiled at the panicked noise that came from behind Jane's hands. She reached out and slowly pulled away her hands, cradling one between hers as she waited for brown eyes to sheepishly meet hers. "I appreciate the compliment."

"But you aren't interested, I know. I'm sorry, my mouth has a tendency to get away from me and do what it wants sometimes."

Jane offered a conciliatory smile and Maura bit her lip thoughtfully. Silence filled the car until she quietly said, "What if I liked it getting away from you?" Jane's head whipped toward her, eyes wide and jaw slack. "You're very attractive, too, not just physically – although that is very appealing, too – but your…bearing. Your confidence is…addicting."

Jane's eyes searched hers, expression flickering between indecision and something feral before settling on easy confidence. A smile curled across her lips as she turned her hand and took Maura's. "May I kiss you?"

Maura made a wanting sound at the back of her throat and then Jane's lips were on her, covering her mouth and pushing her into the door of the car. Maura's hand wound through Jane's hair and pulled her closer, shifting so one leg extended across the seats and the other was planted on the floor. Jane settled in the cradle of her hips, fingers ghosting across her jaw and behind her ears on their way to the back of her neck. Maura whimpered when Jane detached from her mouth in favor of tasting the length of her throat. She lingered at her pulse, nipping and drawing blood to the surface as Maura's hands scrabbled for purchase on her worn shirt, eventually yanking up the hem and slipping her hands underneath to rake across smooth skin.

Jane grunted and grabbed fistfuls of her leather jacket to position Maura more to her liking, hiking a knee over her leg so she was straddling it on the seat. Her fingers landed on Maura's thigh and slowly skated up, pushing her skirt with it until she lifted herself up enough that it slid over her backside and bunched at her waist. Jane pulled away, much to Maura's displeasure, and looked down at her disheveled appearance, drinking in the straining blouse and heaving chest and pausing on the exposed length of leg.

"Jesus," she muttered, "of course you'd be the type to wear a garter."

She traced the silky material with one hand while the other landed on her other thigh, kneading the muscle gently. Maura trembled when her fingers tripped up her thigh and dipped briefly beneath the edge of her underwear on their way up to her hip. Nails dug into her skin as Jane leaned in and caught her lips again, and Maura dragged her shirt over her head as her hand strayed closer to her sex. Jane shook wild curls out of her face when the shirt was off and smiled toothily when Maura gaped at her bare breasts, nipples pebbling with arousal and the brush of cool air against them.

"God, you're beautiful. Is this…alright?"

"Mmmm, yes."

Maura took Jane's hand and pressed it against her sex, letting her feel the dampness as she moaned lowly. Jane's eyes widened and her smile broadened somehow, then fingers dragged her underwear down enough to slip beneath them and Maura threw her head back and gasped. Her nails sunk into Jane's shoulders, feeling each subtle movement as her hand flexed and a couple fingers rubbed light, barely-there circles over her clit. She twisted her hips to try and get more stimulation but couldn't get enough leverage and whimpered plaintively.

Jane's chuckle was dark and suggestive and made her sex flutter excitedly. "I've got you, don't worry." She slid her fingers lower, dragging them back and forth across the length of her sex, and slowly sunk one into her sex.

Maura sighed, canting her hips toward the digits, and rocked as much as she could to get Jane to move. The brunette gradually picked up a rhythm that drove Maura wild but kept her on the edge, steadfastly avoiding pressing against her clit even as she began moaning and clawed at her shoulders to drag her closer. "Please…ah, please…just-"

Jane ducked against Maura's neck, sucking at her skin and shifting her hand so her palm slid against her clit with each purposeful thrust of her fingers. She curled her fingers and smiled when Maura jerked against her, crying out loudly, and began hitting that spot with nearly every thrust until Maura moaned loudly and her sex fluttered around her fingers as her hips shivered and jumped with each pulse. Jane slowly brought her down, pushing in and curling her fingers a couple times just to make her jump and pulse weakly around her fingers again, pulling small aftershocks out of Maura that left her limp-limbed and heavy lidded. She pulled her fingers out after long minutes spent just cupping her sex in her hand and thoughtlessly put them in her mouth, humming in delight at the flavor that burst on her tongue.

"Oh my god," Maura muttered, eyes widening comically as she reached out and dragged Jane in for a kiss. She moaned as the taste of her orgasm washed across her tongue, searching out the last of it in every crevasse of Jane's mouth until they were both panting again with need.

"Jesus, I need-"

"Can I?"

Maura's hands were at Jane's pants and she hastily unbuttoned her jeans with the jerky nod, ripping the zipper down as Jane pushed them down her hips. They awkwardly shimmied her jeans and underwear down past her knees, laughing almost hysterically when Jane nearly fell between the seats and the dash and her shoulder rammed into the steering column. She resettled straddling Maura's thigh, moaning lowly when she helpfully lifted it so the firm muscle pressed directly against her sex.

"Shit, that feels amazing," Jane murmured, working into a slowly rolling grind that had Maura dark eyed and wanting as her abdominal muscles flexed with each small movement and a stain was left on the silk of her stockings. Jane set her hands on either side of Maura's head for stability, breath washing hotly across her ear and whimpering when Maura lifted her leg a little more and set her hands on her hips to help her grind. Maura stared at her heaving breasts, barely thinking before ducking to take a nipple in her mouth and suckle gently, then less gently. Jane's hips rolled faster and she panted harshly, pressing a hand against the back of Maura's head to encourage her to nip and suck at her breast.

Her smooth motion stuttered and froze for a moment, and then nails dug into Maura's scalp as she jerkily began grinding again and moaned against her temple. Her orgasm slowly tapered off until she was sitting atop Maura's thigh, fingers still tangled in honey blonde hair and breast being affectionately kissed. Jane gently pulled Maura away from her breasts and leaned down to kiss her deeply, pecking her cheeks and nose before resting their foreheads together and shutting her eyes.

"I…that was great."

"Mmmm, I agree," Maura said lowly. Her fingers slowly danced across Jane's pelvis when her phone went off and Jane jerked back in surprise.

She looked at the caller ID and answered the phone with an annoyed expression on her face. "Tommy? This better be good." Her face reflected surprise, then chagrin. "Good, see you in a few. Yeah, bye."

She tossed the phone onto the dashboard and looked at Maura through a curtain of hair. "He's ten minutes out. We'd better…" She gestured at their mutual state of dishevelment and let Maura sit up, returning to her own seat as she pulled her underwear and jeans up and buttoned them.

Maura carded her fingers through her hair to return it to some semblance of order, brushing her hand over her shirt to remove a few wrinkles, and shifted her skirt back into place. Her gaze lingered longingly on the wet mark on her stockings before she covered it up and looked across her seat at Jane. Dark eyes were trained on her and a charming smile just about melted her from the inside when Jane reached across the space and tipped her chin up. Chapped lips brushed against hers too briefly, and then Jane was sitting firmly in her seat, hand tangled with Maura's, and they were talking about her bike and their respective jobs.

By the time Tommy showed up in a pickup truck, they were both breathing normally and Jane released her hand to help Tommy pull a big container of gasoline and a funnel out of the bed. They filled up Maura's car while she surreptitiously watched Jane through the side mirror. She bantered easily with her brother, scoffing at some remark he made and rolling her eyes. Her brown gaze slid over Maura's through the mirror and lingered a long moment, brimming over with emotions Maura couldn't name before they slid away again.

Once the container was empty, Tommy leaned against the door and offered his hand to shake. He openly gaped when Maura smiled and took it, sputtering when Jane shoved his shoulder and laughed at him.

"Go home, little brother. I'll be by soon."

"I, but I – aw, c'mon Janie."

"Now, Tommy."

Jane eyed him dangerously until he backed off and waved at them both, throwing the container and funnel in the bed of the truck and spinning the vehicle around to disappear around the next bend in the road. Jane's fingers were curled around the edge of the door and Maura wanted to take them in hers, push them beneath her skirt again, but darkness had fallen while her car was filled and she didn't know how Jane would respond. She settled for opening her door and stepping out, leaning back against the door as Jane looked her up and down.

"Uhm, well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Jane."

A smirk curled around the edges of Jane's lips, fingers flexing against her thigh, and she rumbled, "Yeah, it was." Long fingers carded through Maura's hair and she found herself pressed back into her car as Jane kissed her long and slow, hips rolling teasingly against hers as her other hand dropped to her waist.

Maura broke away with a gasp and put her palm against Jane's sternum. "I don't…I don't normally do things like this," she said quietly, eyes averted shyly, and Jane paused.

A hand gently lifted her head so she looked up into dark eyes. "I know this is kind of backwards now," Jane said with a playful smile, "but would you be interested in going out with me sometime? I work in Boston and know a few good places to eat or get a drink or – just – see each other." Jane set her hands on Maura's waist as she studied her face and waited for her to answer.

Maura bit her lip and said without thought, "I would like that a lot."

"Really? Great!" Jane rooted through her pockets for her phone and pressed it into Maura's hands to put her number in, then sent a text and pocketed it again. "Something for you to check when you get back," she said with a flirtatious smile.

Maura smiled in return and set her hand on Jane's arm, leaning up to peck her cheek. "Thank you for everything, Jane."

"You're very welcome."

Maura went to climb into her car and Jane tapped her on the shoulder. "Yes?"

"I kind of need my jacket," Jane said with a laugh in her voice.

"Oh! Of course!" Maura shed the leather jacket and Jane slid it over her shoulders. She offered a final wave as she strode back to her bike and pulled her helmet over her head, rolling on the throttle as she peeled off down the road. Maura watched her taillight disappear around the bend in the road and followed her in her car, heading toward the highway once she was near Boston.

When she got home later that night, she left her shoes and bag by the door as she searched for her phone charger. Once it turned on, she opened her messages to look at the unfamiliar, unread texts she had been sent.

6.47 – Hey, it's Jane. Maybe we can go out for drinks and dance a bit? I know this great club downtown. Let me know when you're free.

8.13 – Just made it back to my place. Thank you so much for helping me this afternoon. That sounds wonderful, I'm free this weekend, actually. What's the dress code?

8.14 – Great! Uhm, I dunno, kinda dressy? Like, more than jeans, but not super classy?

8.16 - …that was unhelpful, Jane.

8.16 – I'm sorry, we can't all be fashionistas! Just wear something like you did today, but less work-y and more play-y.

8.17 – Those aren't real words, Jane.

8.21 – Maura! You know what I mean!

8.22 – I do, I just wanted to tease.

8.22 – Like you did earlier? That was fun ;)

8.23 – Hmmm, it was. Maybe we could engage in similar activities when we see each other again.

8.26 - I like the sound of that. Oops, gotta go, Tommy's giving me the stink eye. He says I'm 'neglecting him.' Night, Maura.

8.27 – Go be with your brother, Jane. Sleep well.

Maura smiled as she set her phone down and went about unpacking her bag. She decided against working on any of the paperwork sitting on her desk for the evening in favor of having a glass of wine and bathing. By the time she had settled in bed, she was clean and relaxed and nearly asleep when her phone chimed. Her brow wrinkled as she took it and squinted at the glare in the near darkness. One new message: Jane (No subject).

10.43 – I know it's late, but I thought this might make for good incentive for us to maybe meet up earlier than planned? Sweet dreams.

The attached image made Maura's mouth run dry and she nearly choked on her tongue. The picture Jane had taken of herself lounging in bed, wearing nothing but her unzipped leather jacket and a mischievous, suggestive grin, her free hand coquettishly covering her sex, made Maura whimper and a wicked idea take root in her head.

"Two can play at this game."

I hope it was everything you wanted, CReynhout! See you in about a week and a half!