"Rizzoli" Jane spat into her phone, accompanied by obvious panting. The injury to her ankle weeks prior had demanded a break from her usual morning jogs with Maura. This Monday morning had been her first attempt to resume their usual activities. "Yea, got it. On my way." Inevitably Maura's phone rang just seconds later, "Dr. Isles. Yes, I'll be right there." Maura looked over to Jane who was still panting pretty heavily, "My car or yours?". The two women quickly jogged back to Maura's house to retrieve her vehicle and made their way to the crime scene. This was an overplayed and familiar scenario for the Medical Examiner and the Boston homicide detective. In fact, it was so familiar that it had become somewhat of a comfortable routine for them. Violence, mystery, and murder consistently punctuated their daily lives, leaving them with little time for anyone other than one another.
The two women arrived at the crime scene within 20 minutes of receiving the call. The scene of the crime was a large, brick home in a quiet suburban neighborhood on the outskirts of Boston. They flashed their badges as they made their way across the yellow police tape to find what appeared to be an obvious suicide of a young teenage girl. The girl's mother discovered her body earlier that morning hanging from a thick nylon rope in the garage. Jane looked at Korsak questioningly, "Why'd they call us? You thinking this was staged?". The seasoned detective handed Jane a folded piece of paper, which she quickly concluded to be a suicide note. "Cavanaugh said we have to look into it." Korsak quickly added.
The girl's note pointed to bullying as the primary cause of her apparent suicide. However, after days of deliberation, it was concluded that the circumstances surrounding her death left little room for suspect. By Thursday morning they had determined the essential breakdown of the case. It was found that the girl had been "sexting" an older boy that attended the same high school. She accidentally sent a provocative text message (that was meant for only the boy to see to see) to everyone on her contact list. Within a few days the text message had made its way to the inboxes of hundreds of kids, the majority of whom attended her school. She was relentlessly teased, thus leading to her suicide. Based on the fact that, it was not one, but over a hundred kids that had done the teasing, no one one was charged. Regardless of the circumstances surrounding the girl's death, it was an exhausting week for Boston PD, and everyone was looking forward to Friday night at the Dirty Robber. It was just a couple of hours of paperwork and one more day until the weekend. Jane finished the majority of her paperwork by early afternoon on Thursday. She sat at her desk, violently tapping her foot and glaring at the clock, waiting for the okay to call it a day. The minutes later she decided that she'd waited long enough and quickly made her way down to the morgue to see if Maura wanted a ride home. Maura was just finishing up her paperwork when Jane walked into her office and plopped down on the couch, "Hey, I'm about to head out. You want a ride home?" Maura smiled as she closed her laptop "Finished! ... and yes, that would be wonderful. Thank you."
One their way to Maura's house, there was a long moment of somewhat awkward silence. After a few more seconds of this, Maura looked at Jane questioningly, "What is sexting?." Jane smiled, "We've been working on this case all week and you're JUST now asking this question?" Maura was slightly defensive in her response, "Well, it wasn't pertinent information to my part of the case and me not having that information in no way compromised by ability to perform a more than adequate autopsy and..." Jane cut her off with a smirk, "Whoa, Maur, I was just kidding. It's a new thing that kids are doing these days. Basically, it's like phone sex with text messages. They send each other sexy text messages describing things that they would like to...umm...do... to one another." Maura still looked confused, "Oh. I see." Moments later Jane pulled into Maura's driveway, "Alright, well I have to get home to let Joe Friday out...the Robber tomorrow night, okay?" Maura smiled "Of course." Jane smiled as she watched Maura walk to her door.
Later that night, Jane couldn't sleep. After a failed attempt of bringing on some shut-eye by downing a few beers she decided to send Maura a text message to see what she was doing.
Jane: What r u doing?
Maura: I'm researching "sexting". I'm having some difficulty grasping the appeal.
Jane laughed. Of course Maura was researching sexting.
Jane: What don't u understand?
Maura: I'm not sure that I understand how someone could derive pleasure simply through describing sexual acts through text messages.
A slow smirk rolled across Jane's face. She wasn't much for science, but this was an experiment that could prove to be pretty amusing. She was reluctant in her reply, but the 3 or 4 beers that she had previously consumed gave her just enough courage to continue.
Jane: Gliding my hands down the sides of your naked body, just barely touching your skin, my tongue replaces my fingers as I near your hot, swollen core. You're pulsating, waiting, wanting to feel my fingers inside of you. You are aching and swollen and so, so wet. I simultaneously glide my tongue across your swollen clit and push my fingers deep inside of you, slowly, squelching the ache, turning it into a soft moan.
Maura instantly felt aroused, almost coming from reading the words that Jane had written. She was stunned and her whole body had gone numb. She was surprised at her reaction. She couldn't believe how much she felt from merely reading Jane's words.
Maura: Oh...my god.
Jane's smirk grew bigger than ever. This was exactly the reaction she was hoping for.
Jane: Well, I hope that answers your question, Maur. Sleep tight!
Jane felt a twinge of guilt at the prospect of leaving Maura "high and dry", so to speak. Jane knew deep down that she felt more than friendship for this woman, but she was also terrified to face what those feelings meant. Still, something felt right about the image that she previously conjured. Jane laid back in her bed and slowly brought herself to orgasm, knowing that she would never fall asleep after eliciting such intense erotic feelings in herself.
Maura: Yes, it does. Goodnight, Jane.
Maura, instantly felt some disappointment as she began to realize that Jane was merely giving her an example to help answer her question. But still, she felt closer to Jane in that moment. In fact, she suddenly began to look at Jane in a whole new light. She had never denied herself the truth of knowing that she was sexually attracted to Jane, but she also knew that it would never go any further than that...but now, now she needed Jane. Now she wanted Jane. Now...she was hungry for Jane's touch. Maura laid her phone on the nightstand, laid back in her bed and sighed as she slowly slid her fingers down to her core, relieving herself of the intense physical ache, but still knowing that she could do nothing to calm the emotional one.