N: A new one! Not sure where it will go. I found a tumblr prompt and went with it. I don't know how long this will be or how soon I'll update. My life is always busy lately. Read on and enjoy! Also if you like this, i have a bunch of books over on Amazon under Sydney Gibson. They're cheap and if you have kindle unlimited it's free! Everyone loves free Reads!

Jane

I hated flying. Being crammed into a steel tube of recycled air and human smells was the last thing on my list of favorite things. But I had to fly. I had to go to this stupid conference in Seattle by Cavanaugh's orders. Something about winning some grant that would buy BRIC a new upgrade. Either way, I was guilted and ordered into shimmying down the aisle holding my carry-on at an awkward angle to avoid smashing legs.

Glancing at my ticket I squinted, looking for my seat number when I discovered it was already filled by a sweaty business man. I smiled when I stepped closer. "Excuse me? I think you're in my seat." I held up the ticket.

Sweaty huffed, giving me a slimy grin. "I don't think so, honey." He shoved a sweaty crumpled piece of paper in my face, tapping it with a finger. "4B. Says right here."

I clenched my jaw, trying to hold back from snapping his finger in half. I held up my ticket, tapping my seat number. "Oh I think so, honey."

He turned a bright red and went to stand up when a flight attendant appeared. All smiles and cheer. "Are you Jane Rizzoli?"

I frowned, moving my glare from sweaty man to the attendant. "Yes. Why?"

"We called for you at the gate and tried to stop you as you ran to catch the gate." The attendant waved for me to follow her back up to the front of the plane. "There's been a change in your flight arrangements."

I groaned. "Please don't tell me I've been booted. I need to get to Seattle and it took everything I had to make it here just in time." I hung my head down, maybe I could hit the airport bar before I called Frost to get me.

"Not at all, Ms. Rizzoli." The flight attendant guided me into the first class section of the plane. "We upgraded you to first class since it was our error we overbooked your seat." She walked me to a plush leather seat that only had one more next to it. Not four more like the rest of the plane. "I'll be back when we hit the air to give you the new ticket. In the meantime, can I get you anything to drink?"

I blinked a few times as she took my carry on and stowed it above my head. I looked around. All of first class was quiet, roomy and even smelled different. "Um, a diet coke, please?"

"Of course. Please get situated and I'll be back."

I slowly sat in the seat, sighing at how soft it was. The arm rests were padded and didn't poke into my side or hips. I stretched my legs out, grinning that I could and not bother the person in front of me. I sighed, gathering my hair in a ponytail. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I settled into the seat, closing my eyes as the engines fired up. Even those were muted and just a dull hum. Man, first class was no joke.

"Oh, excuse me. I need to step over you to get to my seat." A warm voice peeled my eyes open.

I swallowed hard when I locked onto big hazel eyes smiling at me. The woman stood right next to my seat, her hands folded in her lap as she politely waited for me to shift. And good lord was she beautiful. Her Honey blonde hair pulled back in a stylish ponytail, and she looked like she walked right off the set of a fancy photo shoot. Her makeup was perfect, not too much, but enough to draw the eye to her. Her outfit of dark grey slacks and a blue silk top looked like it was made for her. This woman was first class through and through.

I cleared my throat and stood up, allowing the woman to glide into her seat. She kept her smile as she whispered a thank you.

I sat down, smoothing out my cheap pantsuit. "You're welcome." I began fidgeting with the magazines in the pocket of the seat in front of me. I wanted to look at the woman as her perfume hit my nose. She's first class, Rizzoli, and you're business class with a side of economy. I kept flicking through the magazines, wishing I'd gotten my ass to the airport sooner to pick up a book. The next seven hours would be hell if the in-flight movies were bad.

"I have a National Geographic if you'd like to read it. It has a fascinating article on forensic anthropology." The warm voice startled me as I turned to face those hazel eyes. "I finished it while waiting to board. I also have a spy novel I only read while traveling, but I finished that this morning at breakfast." The woman held out the magazine and the worn paperback novel. "I know how tedious and uncomfortable flying can be without something to occupy the mind."

I grinned, taking the novel. "I was hoping the in flight entertainment would hold me over." I flipped over the novel, chuckling when I saw it was from the same author I had sitting on my bedside table. "I've been wanting to read this one."

"It's far superior to the first one. The plot twists had me going in many wrong directions trying to solve the mystery." The woman cocked her head. "I was completely wrong by the end."

I shrugged. "The author is good. I couldn't figure out his first book and I'm a detective." I flipped open the cover.

"You're a police detective?" The voice wavered and I sighed. Whenever anyone learned I was a cop, it was either fear or excitement. Fear I'd be a hotshot jerk or excitement at the naughty thoughts of a lady cop brought on. I set the book on my lap, nodding as I shifted in my seat when my diet coke arrived. "Yep." I turned to the hazel eyes and held out my hand. "Detective Jane Rizzoli. Boston Police."

I heard a tiny sigh of relief as she took my hand. "Doctor Maura Isles." Her hand was warm and sent strange shivers through my skin as her eyes sparked a deep green color. "I'm a forensic pathologist from New York."

I smiled. "Then why the hesitation when I told you I was a detective? The slight waver in your voice." I let go of her hand reluctantly. God this woman was beautiful and smelled amazing.

"Minor excitement? I always worry who my seat mates are on flights. Especially long ones where conversation can happen. When people find out what I do, the conversations end and I'm stuck feeling like a fool." Maura tipped her head down, fidgeting with the corner of a magazine.

I nudged her with my shoulder. "Same thing happens to me. Usually when a suit is hitting on me and sees my badge. It's a real convo killer. Men don't like lady cops unless it's in adult movies."

Maura blushed and laughed. "Of course. The male fantasy of women in power is only a fantasy." She shook her head.

I laughed with her. "You got that right." I buckled into the plush seat, scooting myself back as the flight attendant began the pref light instructions. I noticed Maura giving her full attention to the flight attendant. I smirked. "Is this your first time flying?" I chugged the tiny sippy cup of diet coke, my mouth suddenly very dry the longer Maura looked at me.

Maura shook her head, her cheeks turning pink. "Not at all. I'm particular to procedures and always like to be prepared. It's a long flight to Seattle. I'd like to know where everything is in case of emergency." She shrugged. "I can't help it."

I leaned my head back. "Well at least one of us is paying attention. I can barely stay awake. I worked the last three days straight trying to close a case." I yawned so hard, my eyes watered. The days of little sleep and too much coffee was sneaking up on me. I'd be out like a light the second we left the runway. My eyes grew heavy as I felt Maura's hand lay on my forearm.

"Get some rest detective, I don't mean to be impolite, but you do look very tired. I'll pay attention for the both of us."

I turned and met her eyes, my heart skipping at the genuine kindness in them. Maura was beautiful and genuine. A rare combination in this world. I smiled, yawning once more and covering her hand with mine. "Thank you." I didn't even pull my hand away when Maura's eyes drifted to the scar on the top of my hand. I was too tired to care. She was a kind stranger who I wouldn't see the second I walked off the plane. I smiled and tucked my hand under my thigh and tried to listen to the flight attendant go over the in flight movie choices. I failed, falling asleep in a breath.

XXX

Maura

Jane was dead to the world, sleeping with her head resting on my shoulder. She ended up in that position when the plane hit a bump and her head rolled to the side. I would've normally immediately corrected the situation and woke the person up, but with Jane I didn't. I didn't have the heart to wake her up after spotting the dark circles hovering under her big brown eyes. Those big brown eyes, they were incredible and when she looked at me, it felt like Jane was seeing me. Not the attractive façade I carried with makeup and nice clothes. Nor did she look at me like she was going to ask me out for a drink or a quick dinner in whatever city we both were heading to. She was kind, but a wildfire. A contained wildfire, I saw the fire in her eyes as she scanned the plane for threats or weirdos. I saw it in the way she angled her body in a way that would provide me with sufficient protection in case of attack. On flick of a switch and Jane would burn through the entire plane if she had to. She was strong, I felt her strength in the handshake, and it amplified her beauty. I wanted to talk to her more, but Jane had fallen asleep and not woken up in the last few hours.

I glanced at the sleeping woman now tucked into my side. She was beautiful, gorgeous, stunning and dare I say, hot. I smiled to myself. Jane was definitely hot. Her bone structure, her height and the way she didn't know how beautiful she was, drew me in. I rarely ever spoke with those sitting next to me in First class. The reason why I always purchased the seat next to me. But when the flight attendant asked if I would give up the second seat for the tall brunette behind me, I took one look at Jane and couldn't refuse. Something in the back of my mind told me to take a chance. And since the last few weeks of my life were all about taking chances and risks, I went with it.

I reached over, pulling the blanket I laid over Jane, up over her shoulder when I caught her hand clutching the book I'd given her. There was a significant scar on the top of her hand and my analytical mind couldn't resist studying it. I knew it had been a traumatic injury by the puckering of the skin. I had to fight my inquisitive nature and not ask when Jane woke up. I turned away to look out the window as the plane began to make it's descent. Seattle coming into view. I sighed, I had another interview in the morning for the medical examiner's position for Seattle Police Department. Then I was off to the law enforcement technology conference to meet up with a colleague who was desperate for me to leave the basement labs of the NYPD. The very few friends I had all lived on the west coast and wanted me to go west. I think they wanted me to start living again after my horrible breakup a year ago.

I sighed. Romance was the furthest from my mind.

My heart skipped when Jane let out a content sigh and her lips brushed the side of my neck. Sending shivers deep into my soul. I swallowed hard. It was pheromones smashing into other pheromones. Nothing more. Even though Jane's shampoo was intoxicatingly relaxing. I shook my head. She's a stranger. Don't get ahead of yourself. You've only spoke to her for less than ten minutes and she's used you as a pillow for the last six hours.

The flight attendant's voice came overhead, announcing we were making our final approach. Jane startled awake when the overhead squealed. She scanned the plane as she blinked away sleep. After a second she ran hands over her wild hair. Then it dawned on her when I stretched my arm over my head, shaking out the numbness. "Oh my god, did I fall on sleep on you?" Her face turned pale with pink cheeks.

I smiled. "You did. It's okay. You needed the rest." I playfully tugged at my sleeve. "And you didn't drool on me."

Jane groaned, leaning forward in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry. When I pass out my body is drawn to warmth. It's been like that as a kid. I would always smother my brothers or ma if we shared a bed or a sleeping bag. Ma thinks its because I'm so skinny." She sat back up, facing me. "I'm very sorry for using you as my pillow."

I shrugged. "It's nothing, Jane. Please don't worry about it." I began collecting my magazine and briefcase. "You didn't snore, and you didn't drool. As they say, no harm no wrong."

Jane chuckled. "No harm, no foul." She stretched her long arms over her head. "Can I buy you a cup of coffee? A sandwich? Pay for your dry cleaning? To thank you for your kindness." She met my eyes and my stomach fluttered. My hand fell to my stomach, pressing down the feeling. I scientifically understood this chemical reaction, but it was ridiculous. She was a stranger. I couldn't be developing those feelings.

I smiled. "I can't. I have a car waiting to take me straight to an interview." I stood with Jane as the attendants gave the signal we were clear to deplane. I saw her face drop and it made my heart ache. "I'm not brushing off the offer, I schedule my day to the minute. I'm a bit of an over planner."

Jane's smirk returned. "I understand. Well, not really. I'm always running late to everything." She grabbed my carry-on from the overhead bin and waved me off as I went to reach for it. "Least I could do."

I followed her, idly looking at her long legs and her firm musculature. Jane was lithe and strong, and I had a flash of an inappropriate thought about those legs. I shook it off and met Jane at the end of the terminal. She handed me my carry-on and sighed. "I guess I'll see you around? Thanks again, Maura. If you're ever in Boston, look me up. I'll buy you that cup of coffee and let you sleep on my shoulder for however you'd like." She held out her hand.

I took it, sighing at the way her hand felt in mine. "Sounds like a plan, Jane." Our eyes met for a moment, and I wished I had the courage to take Jane up on that coffee and be horribly late to my interview. I wanted to spend the day with this woman and learn everything about her.

Just as I was about to say something, my phone rang. I pulled it out and saw it was my car service calling me. I went to ignore it and ask Jane for her phone number, but when I looked up Jane had already walked away and was halfway down the terminal. I sighed, nodding to no one and answered the phone.

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Jane

I sat in the hotel bar, nursing a beer. I had a few more hours until I could check into my room. I was still tired checking over emails, but more than that, I couldn't shake Maura. I barely knew the woman and yet I couldn't stop thinking about her. There was something in the air between us, but I'm an idiot with signals and didn't want to misread anything. I took a chance asking her for coffee, a little sad when she politely turned me down. It wasn't a brush off, it was a honest I'm sorry I can't right now. I was mildly embarrassed for the bold move, hence why I walked away when her phone rang. The moment was over and it wasn't worth trying to drag out if it wasn't there.

But I couldn't stop thinking about her hazel eyes, her kind smile, her warm laugh and the way she made me feel calm. Calm enough to fall asleep on her. Something I never did unless it was family and only family. I never slept well alone or with whomever I was dating. I'd always leave the bed or ask them to leave when it felt too smothering and too warm. But Maura was different. Her warmth was different and now I ached to have more of it.

I groaned as I grabbed my bag. I could always try to google her and figure out a way to find her. OR I could bribe Frost and have him run her name and get me contact information. I chuckled at how stupid that sounded. Would I really break the law to find the attractive woman I slept on? I paused, remembering the way her hand felt on my arm.

Maybe. Maybe I would break the law for Maura.

I rolled my eyes and dug in my bag, searching for my phone when the small paperback fell out onto the bar top. I grinned as I picked it up. I flipped through the pages, thinking of Maura huddled over this book reading it in the dark corners of airports. Indulging in a trashy spy novel.

I flipped a few more pages when a small card fluttered out and slide across to my beer. I picked it up. It was Maura's business card. I grinned when I read her name, formal title and her cell phone number in bold print. I turned it over and laughed when I saw her handwriting on the back.

Buy next book in this series! And almond milk

I tapped the card on the edge of the book before tucking it into my pocket.

"I'd hate for you to forget to buy milk, Maura. I better remind you." I drank the rest of the beer and ordered another one to build up the courage to call Dr. Maura Isles of the Forensic Science Division of the NYPD.

For the first time in my life, I was grateful an airline over sold their seats.