Chapter One

Exterior. Night. Boston City Park.

Jane swings a bat around stretching out her arms. Dressed in sweat pants and a Boston jersey, even though being a big sports fan wasn't much of her "thing". She tosses the bat aside, grabs an old sack and heads toward the outfield. She picks up the baseball's she recently hit, holding the bag over her shoulder.

Maura picks up one of the balls and tosses it into the air, barely catching it again. She waits, almost outwardly flirtatiously, by home plate. Jane, finally collecting all she could see on the dim field. Slightly startled, Jane's surprise transforms into a soft smile and a slight shake off the head. She makes her way back to home plate, trying not to stare so obviously at Maura leaning against the fence.

"You wanna play?" Jane calls out from the pitchers circle. Maura thinks a moment, scrunching her face to the right. She nods once, tossing the ball aside and picking up the bat.

"You know I'm not very good at this…" Maura calls back. Jane drops the bag, picking one baseball out first, smiling, she gets ready to pitch.

"Don't throw it hard! Like fife miles per hour at most… Maybe ten, no five-"

"Shut up!" Jane snaps, smiling, "remember… bend the knees, right hand over left, eye on the ball and swing all the way through."

Maura nods and nods, following Jane's instructions as best as possible.

"Here we go," Jane prepares like a professional, and then tosses the ball lightly. Maura swings… and misses. She laughs, "I'm horrible at this." Jane prepares another ball, pitches it, and Maura misses again. Jane shakes her head.

"What?" Maura pleas.

Jane drops the ball in her hand and walks over to Maura, Maura waits for her – their eyes locked. Jane looks away as she approaches her.

Maura, her voice softer now, "so what am I doing wrong?" Jane reaches out to take the bat, her fingers grazing over Maura's; Maura licks her lips looking away, trying to hold herself back. Jane flips her hair back gently, "if we play the drug unit I'd like to win this time."

Jane moves behind Maura and puts her arms around her, placing her hands on Maura's hands which hold the bat. "Ok," Jane says softly as she stretches the bat backward and forward a couple times to get the rythem. Maura turns her head to look at Jane, so close to each other, Maura smiles, "I should just give up, huh?" Jane laughs, "not yet."

Jane goes onto explain the different things Maura should keep in mind while at the plate. Also teaching her the proper terminology, and the things to say to the catcher to piss him off… They stayed together for at least an hour, talking and playing around. Eventually Jane mentioned the time, and how dark it had become. Maura helped her put some baseballs back in the sack, and took the bat, and leaned against the fence. Jane tossed the sack over her shoulder and turned to Maura, looking especially beautiful. There was a moment of silence, a quiet, sweet moment of silence. Jane let out a sigh and looked away.

"What's wrong?" Maura asked. Jane bit her lip. She took a step forward, and then another, until she was right in front of Maura. Although she stood directly in front of her, she couldn't seem to look her in the eye.

"What is it?" Maura asked, her voice low and soft. Jane looked up slowly, knowing that as soon as their eyes met, she wouldn't be able to hold back. They stared into each other eyes, feeling each other's warm breath on each other.

"Jane," Maura said softly… Jane reached out her hand without looking, feeling for Maura's. Their fingers intertwined slowly; Jane rubbed Maura's hand softly.

"Jane," Maura said again…

This time Jane took one more step closer so that their bodies now touched… She slid her cheek against Maura's; both of them sighing, a tingly feeling pulsating.

"I shouldn't," Jane spoke into Maura's ear. After which sliding her lips across Maura's cheek and making her way to her lips. They were wet, red, plump… Just as they fit their lips into each other's the kiss altered… It was deep, sensual… Jane pushed Maura up against the fence, Maura letting out a deep groan. Jane released her hand from Maura's, and slid both onto her stomach, and under her shirt. Maura put her arms around Jane's neck, pulling her closer, breathing roughly.

Jane slides her hand down her stomach, over her belt, and down to her crotch. Maura's breath becomes tight, infrequent. Jane slides her hand back and forth, rubbing harder and harder. Maura holds her head back against the fence grunting, scratching at Jane's back. Jane refrains from rubbing, sliding her hand back up and to Maura's neck, holding it on one side and kissing the other. Maura places her hands on Jane's cheek and turns her head to face her. She kisses Jane deeply, then whispers, "I want you."