Rizzoli & Isles: Take It Off!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Rizzoli & Isles. If I did, oh the things Rizzoli would have done with some of those lesbians in episode 6. (: Enjoy!

Summary: Jane, a very reluctant Maura and the guys hit up a strip club after a long week of work. Oh, the jealousy that will take place.

Rating: MA+ (Just in case).

Chapter One: Fridays Are What We Live For

It was Friday afternoon when Detective Jane Rizzoli stepped out of the driver's side of her car and headed across the street. Her partner, Detective Barry Frost stepped out of the passenger's side and followed her. Jane had to speak to a few of the "working girls" to see if they had any leads on who may have killed the prostitute they'd found earlier that morning.

"Ladies," Rizzoli started, "any of you see or hear anything that may help us find Lorraine Johnson's killer?" Jane's badge, which dangled around her neck, caught the eye of the women. A few of them rolled their eyes and refused to be bothered with the detective. They were the ones that had been brainwashed by their pimps to never speak to cops.

"Speak up, ladies or you'll all find yourselves in a little trouble tonight." Frost warned.

"You," Jane said as she pointed to a beautiful, Hispanic girl who was trying to hide her face, "what's your name?"

"What do you want it to be, baby?" She responded, half-confidently. Frost snorted.

Jane smirked and ran her fingers through her hair. "Are you really propositioning an officer of the law?"

"Only if you plan on using the handcuffs." The Latina said back seductively.

"Okaaayy! Thanks for nothing, ladies!" Jane said. She put her hands up and started back across the street with Frost following her.

"Well, that was helpful." Frost said as he slammed the passenger door. Jane sped off towards the precinct.

The rest of the day was spent trying to find their murderer with no luck at all. It seemed as if every lead they chased had a dead end with no positive outcome in sight.

Around seven p.m., Lieutenant Vince Kosak stood up from his desk and stretched. "Well, quitting time, folks. There's nothing more we can do tonight. We'll start fresh tomorrow morning."

"Hey, what time are we meeting up at Golden Banana?" Frost asked Kosak.

"Let's give it an hour. So, everyone can meet up around eight at the entrance of the club. That sound good to everybody?" Kosak said loudly enough for everyone to hear him. After nods of approval and some verbal agreements, he headed out the door.

"Jane, are you coming out with us, tonight?" Frost asked.

"Golden Banana? Is that a strip club?" inquired Jane.

"I prefer gentlemen's club."

"I'm sure you do but with a name like Golden Banana, it's a strip club."

"Whatever. Are you coming?"

Jane thought about it for a second. It had been a rough week and she could use some fun and laughs with her favorite coworkers. "Sure. Why not? I'll see if Maura wants to go too."

"You know Dr. Isles ain't having that. She won't want to come."

"Maybe I can convince her to let her hair down tonight." Jane pushed.

"It seems like you're the only one that can convince her to do anything." Frost said, smiling. He patted his partner on the shoulder and headed out. For a few minutes after his departure, Jane wondered what he meant by that comment while twisting the mock silver wedding band that she'd always worn on her ring finger. She shrugged it off. Instead, she grabbed the dark gray jacket that completed her dark gray pantsuit, picked up her keys and headed towards the elevators.

Jane took the elevator down to the lowest level where Dr. Maura Isles worked as the house ME. Jane saw her through the double glass doors just as Maura looked up and smiled at her. She motioned for her to come in and Jane complied.

"Hey." Jane said smiling at her. She always felt happier when she was in the presence of Maura. There was no explaining why but she just knew that Maura made her happy.

"Hey back. I'm just finishing up here. Do you want to go for a drink when I'm complete?" Maura asked.

"Actually, a bunch of us were heading to the Golden Banana around eight p.m. You wanna go?"

Maura stopped watch she was doing and looked at Jane with eyes as big as saucers. "A strip club? Oh, I don't know, Jane. Do you know how much bacteria live in places like that?'

Jane rolled her eyes and pleaded, "Oh, come on, Maura! Let loose for once!"

"I let loose plenty."

"Yeah, around dead people!" Before the words left Jane's mouth, she regretted them. She knew that Maura had a fear of living people. She felt like they didn't understand her or get her the way Jane and dead people did.

"That was mean, Jane." Maura said soft yet firm.

"I know. I'm sorry. Look, at least come out for me. We'll sit at the bar and laugh and talk and drink all night if that makes you feel more comfortable. The barmaids don't always take off their clothes." Jane responded.

Maura sighed, instantly forgiving Jane. She grabbed her things and the pair started walking out. "Fine. I'll go but we sit at the bar and I don't have to get a thigh dance."

Jane snorted in laughter. "It's called a lap dance, Maura. Lap dance."

"Oh. I knew that." Maura replied. Jane shook her head and smirked.

An hour later…

Jane knocked on Maura's door still in her work clothes which consisted of a dark gray pantsuit without the jacket and a long sleeve white button up top. The top three buttons of her shirt were undone and she had pulled her long, dark curls back into her signature ponytail. She had her badge attached to her belt.

Maura opened the door and took in Jane's look with a sigh. Though Maura hated that Jane was wearing the same clothes she had worked in, she had to admit, the tall brunette still looked beautiful…as always. At least she didn't have her gun on her!

Maura, however, had opted for form fitting jeans, a black halter top and black Christian Louboutin shoes.

"Why do you always look like you're about to strut down a runway?" Jane questioned as Maura closed and locked her door.

"I feel my best when I look my best." Maura responded.

"Isn't that Macy's slogan?"

"I don't know. I don't shop there."

"Obviously."

At the gentlemen's club…

Once everyone had arrived, and got over the shock of Dr. Isles being there, they all headed in for a night of fun. As Jane had promised, she sat at the bar with Maura who ordered a drink and spent the next five minutes wiping the bar with a napkin.

Frost headed in their direction. "Rizzoli, get your ass over here. I'm paying for you to get a lap dance. You need to relax a little."

"I don't think so, Frost. I promised the good doctor that I'd stay at the bar for moral support." Jane replied.

"Oh, no, no, no. The doctor must come to VIP with us and have some fun! Now, let's go!" Frost said. He grabbed both of their wrists before they could respond and led them over to their VIP section. He pushed Jane down in a single chair and guided Maura to a sofa directly across. Jane sat back with one arm on the back of the chair and relaxed.

"Enjoy." Frost said as a voluptuous Sicilian woman entered the VIP section.

She was wearing a black bikini with a police officer's hat donning her head. Her lose curls fell a few inches past her shoulders and her green eyes immediately zeroed in on Detective Jane Rizzoli. A seductive smirk hit her lips and she sauntered over.

"Very funny." Rizzoli said looking at Frost and then back at the woman. Jane had to admit, the woman was beautiful. She glanced over at Maura who was knocking back three shots of vodka in a row.

"Hello, detective." The woman said.

As a new bass-ridden, seductive song started to play, the woman turned around and put her ass directly on Jane's crotch and started grinding along to the music. At first Jane didn't know how to react. She put her head down shyly while chuckling in an "I can't believe this is happening" way. Not knowing what to do with her hands, Jane gently tapped the knuckle of one index finger against her mouth. She was trying to find the right words to tell the girl to stop and that this really wasn't necessary. Before she could get the words out, however, the girl flipped around and straddled Jane and grinded on her while looking Jane dead in the eye. She took off her policeman hat and placed it on Jane's head. Jane smirked when the girl whispered something dirty in her ear.

Catcalls, clapping and laughter were the only things Jane could hear besides the music. Her coworkers were having a ball with this night out. Thank goodness Golden Banana didn't allow photography or videography; otherwise Jane would have been blackmailed for years! Rizzoli decided to sit back and enjoy the show.

She tried to bite back a smirk but only ended up biting her bottom lip which made her colleagues think something completely different. To them, the notion that Detective Jane Rizzoli was biting her lip meant that she was getting turned on by the private dance. This part wasn't a total lie. Jane had become a little turned on by the way the girl was now bent all the way over shaking her ass in her face. She couldn't resist the urge to put a five dollar bill in the girl's bikini bottom earning her more catcalls and whistles from her colleagues. When the dance was over, a beer was thrust into Jane's hand and Frost tapped his beer against hers.

Once more, Jane glanced over at Maura who was glaring back at her. The look on her face wasn't one of disgust as Jane had thought it would be. It was almost angry. Maura stood up and walked out of the VIP section. Jane's heart dropped out of fear. She didn't know what was going through Maura's head right now and that was never a good thing.

A/N: Chapter 2 coming soon. I was hoping that this would be my first one shot BUT, as I was writing, I felt that I wanted to go further with this story. Who knows? Maybe some "Risled Up" action coming soon? (: Please, read and review. Peace and blessings! -LettyToretto