I do not own the characters. Not making a profit.

In honor of Coming Out Day. :+)

Rated T to M

POV Jane

Presentations

Chapter One:

I sat filling out my paperwork, rustling and shuffling in an attempt to get the multiple blank spaces filled in before quitting time. Sadly, the clock only read two in the afternoon. I wasn't off shift until four or five. I resisted the urge to bang my forehead against my desk, and instead laid my head on top of my folded arms. I heard Korsak enter the room and make his way over to his desk.

I kept my head down and held my breath, waiting to see if he would hit me over the head with a newspaper or throw a used napkin at my head to wake me up like he usually does. His chair squeaked as he sat down, and I released my held breath. Safe once again.

I lifted my head. Then a wadded piece of wax paper whizzed by a mere half inch from my nose.

"Dammit Korsak, how many times have I told you to leave me alone when I'm resting my eyes." I turned away and shrugged, "God, can't get a moments peace between you, Maura, and Frost."

"Ah, Rizzoli, you know we like you," he muttered around a mouthful of sub sandwich. After he swallowed, he said, "so, what's the Doc done now?"

"Other than nag me about my lack of manners, a decent wardrobe, and healthy food, eh, not much else."

"That pretty much covers you in a nutshell. So, trouble in paradise?" he softly mocked. I wanted to throw a pencil at his head, tell him to shut his trap and keep eating, but that'd be mean and he was always willing to listen to me when I needed a sympathetic ear most, and I needed to unload.

I looked away and stared at my desk. "Not really trouble, but things aren't going as planned."

"Do they ever. I got three exes, and believe me, I know that things never work out as you once planned. Never." He finished his sandwich and got up to get a cup of coffee.

I watched him pour a cup of coffee then look up at the bulletin board beside the coffee station.

"Korsak," I warned as I saw the coffee start to overflow from his mug. I slapped my desk. "Hey..pay attention."

"Ow. Crap," he muttered, then set his messy mug down and grabbed a napkin. As he mopped up the spill, he huffed and puffed, out of breath.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine, Jane. Did you see this?" He pointed to the bulletin board.

I shook my head. "Nah, you know I never read that thing." I squinted at it but couldn't make out any of the fine print. I forgot my contacts today and told the Sarge to keep me on desk duty. He didn't mind after all since I never request for a lazy day. Probably thought I was struck with cramps or something equally femalish. "Why? What's on it?"

"Well, says here, that tonight there's a get-together for all the department LGBT BPD members. A dinner then a dance. To celebrate the National Coming Out day."

"Isn't that a mouthful of alphabet soup? And, I don't dance." I sarcastically remarked. "What do you know about LGBT stuff Korsak?"

"I keep up with it."

I stood up, needing to move around. "And..so what?" I walked over to stand by him, and stare at the flyer he pointed to. "A rainbow flyer? That's sure to get attention."

"Rainbow is like a symbol for the LGBT lifestyle. Rizzoli, you're a detective, and your involved in a same-sex relationship, why don't you know this?" He stared at me with his gaze and I felt like a three year old, scolded for taking a toy without asking.

"Uh, I know about it the rainbow," I mumbled and set about fixing myself a cup of coffee, needing to occupy my hands in some way. I was nervous at my lack of knowledge, so to save face, I turned the conversation around. "Anyways, what's the point of all this crap? Why even bring it up?"

He looked into his coffee cup then back to me, and whispered so nobody in the hallway would hear our conversation, "I think you need to take the Doc to this. Nobody but me, Frost, and the Sarge know about you two's relationship. I think it's time. Come out Jane."

"Time to parade around and make an ass of myself? In front of the whole department?" I sighed then said, "Korsak, are you nuts?"

"Look Jane, you said that Maura nags you over your lack of social niceties, well, this is a chance to show her that you do know a thing or two and can make her proud." He flashed me a ridiculously large grin. I frowned at him, but he still continued to grin. I sighed again.

"Okay, okay. You've talked me into it. What's the dress code?" I leaned in at the same time that he did and we bumped shoulders.

He pointed at the flyer. "Says here that it's business casual to formal wear. Dress, suit, or tux all welcome, no matter the gender." Then he leaned back and scratched his chin. "Well how bout that? You could get all decked out in a tuxedo, Rizzoli."

"I could. But she might not decide to go."

"Don't give her the option. Tell her that you're going out, which isn't a lie because you are, and take her to this. Plus, it's a way to meet other BPD members that share your lifestyle. You just bat your brown eyes at her and she'll fall at your feet. Isn't that how you got her in the first place?"

I laughed at his comment, then said, "she tripped and I caught her before she smashed her pretty face into the cement parking lot."

"See what'd I tell you…she fell at your feet and into your arms." He chortled, "it was meant to be."

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back. "Fine…I'll go. We'll go."

That's the spirit. And tell Suz from Narcotics hello from me," he said then went back to his desk, leaving me standing by the bulletin board all alone.

"Suz? Even Korsak is on the up with the LGBT. There are so going to take away my Lesbian card." I sighed and stared up at the whitish-brown ceiling, muttering, "what the fuck did I just get myself into?"

I chugged a swallow of hot coffee. The burning sizzle barely registered as I continued to stare at the rainbow flyer, my thoughts whirling in my head.

From across the room, Korsak laughed at me. I flipped him off as I made my way out the double doors and toward the morgue. I knew I needed to ask Maura before I ended up with cold feet.

A/N: Chapter two will be posted tonight.