"Hey!" Jane called out as she watched Korsak make his way into the bullpen, "Korsak didn't back down!" She smiled at her partner, "He lost the bet."
Korsak handed Jane the cardboard coffee tray, "Yeah, yeah, now zip it, Rizzoli."
Jane began to hand out coffees, first to Maura then Frost as Korsak handed around a big box of doughnuts. Frost grabbed two jelly-filled, Jane a chocolate frosted and powdered sugar. Maura peered into the box, her eyes narrowed in trepidation as she surveyed the overly sugared, fried pillows that some called pastry. Watching her reaction, Jane reached into her desk drawer and brought out a thoughtfully wrapped box. Maura's eyes lit up and she clapped her hands together, all with a huge beaming smile focused on Jane.
"Jane!" She almost squealed as she accepted the package.
"Yeah, well," Jane began as a faint blush stepped into her cheeks, "I knew there was no way you'd eat any of this junk so I got that zucchini carrot bran raisin muffin you always get."
"But Jane, that bakery is nowhere near the station." Maura said, looking at the detective with an emotion that Jane was not willing to name, "I hope you didn't go to any trouble over me." Her voice had dropped a little and she peered innocently at Jane. Jane was not fooled by the innocent act that the doctor was showing. Jane knew that the doctor regularly drizzled innocence in her voice and her eyes to throw the detective off. Innocent? No. And that made Jane's imagination drift toward the doctor in her bed, hair damp at the temples, clutching silken sheets, her name close on her lips. Yeah, the innocent ones are always the ones that want it rough.
Jane pushed that image aside as she took a sip of her coffee, in tandem, with Maura. Wrong coffee. Both women made a face, then absentmindedly exchanged cups. Frost watched the exchange with a chuckle. Korsak shook his head.
"You guys," Frost said, sipping his own cup. Maura looked from Frost to Korsak. Jane rolled her eyes.
"What?" She said, taking a bite of her white doughnut, "I can't drink that Chai shit."
Maura halted her pastry unwrapping to frown upon the detective with powdered sugar on her nose. The doctor resisted the urge to wipe it clean.
"Jane," She started, "Language." She looked at the men around her, "Studies show that coffee tastes and beverage preferences differ from one person or culture to another. For example, thirty percent of coffee drinkers in the United States sweeten their coffee with sugar or some other form of sweetener. In Britain more than 57% of coffee consumers prefer to ad a sweetener of some kind. In
India, it is virtually impossible to find coffee or tea that doesn't have milk and sugar added. As a contrast to adding milk or sweetener, in Italy, the most popular form of coffee is simply a straight shot of strong espresso."
Lt. Cavanaugh walked up to the group as Maura was finishing her fun facts and glanced at Frost, then Korsak. Korsak shrugged.
"Earthling?" Jane asked, taking a second bite into said doughnut. Maura cocked her head. "English?" Jane clarified.
Sipping her coffee, she said simply and with candor as Jane's phone began to ring, "Everyone likes their coffee different."
With a roll of her eyes, Jane answered, "Rizzoli."
Cavanaugh watched Jane take the call then turned to her former partner, "Vince, I need to see you."
Hanging up her phone, Jane gives Korsak a look. "Fire in the district, one body. "
Maura slid off of Jane's desk as the good morning mood had also slid away. With her breakfast in hand, she made her way to the elevators. "I'll assemble my team."
Cavanaugh watched her go, then walked Korsak to his office, shutting the door. Korsak surveyed the desk, his eyes stopping at a file with Jane's name on it. He looks up sharply at Cavanaugh.
"What's this?" He barked.
"IA sent me Rizzoli's Jacket, Vince." He sighed sitting behind his desk and motioning to Korsak to take a seat. Korsak remained on his feet.
"For what?" He began to feel the fear in his blood. IA is never a good thing see. He had tried his whole career to maintain some distance from that department.
Cavanaugh leaned back and let out a sigh, "Hoyt."
Shaking his head, Korsak picked up a file and glanced at it, "She was cleared, Sean."
"Not according to psych." Was all he said, knowing how his words would sound.
Korsak dropped the file back on to his old friend's desk. His voice rose a bit. "Ah, come on! You can't use that shit. It's confidential. You start this and no cop is gunna get shrunk again."
"She's compromised, Vince." He said, "You see it every day. We all see it. I need your report end of the week. That's an order." He bent down for a box of files, handed it to Korsak with a grim face.
"Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you can figure that out." He said.