They arrived an hour later in Jane's car. Jane walked around the side of the car and opened the door for Maura. The blonde couldn't help but be touched at the detective's chivalrous nature when it came to her. Maura thought it was sweet and endearing. She slid out of the car and caught sight of Angela and Frankie waiting for them by the entrance.
"Your mother and Frankie are over there." Maura said as waved to the younger Rizzoli and Angela. Frost and Korsak walked up to meet them.
"Hey guys," Jane greeted them "ready to get the show on the road?"
"Wow, Jane I can't believe you're wearing a dress. Maura pick it out for you?" Frost joked before receiving a glare from his partner.
"No, smartass. I picked it out myself." Jane snarked. She had spent a lot of time choosing the right dress for this evening, she wanted to look nice.
"You look lovely, Jane." Korsak said as he elbowed the younger detective in the ribs. Maura smiled at the exchange watching Jane playfully smack Frost on the arm. Korsak turned his attention on the blonde and smiled.
"Dr. Isles, you look fantastic, as always." Korsak complimented. Frost turned as well, taking in the Dr.'s appearance. His eyes went wide for a second before he regained composure. This was interesting, he thought.
"Korsak's right Maura, you look amazing. It's fitting, really." Frost smirked. Everyone turned to look at him. Whoops, he thought, he hadn't meant to say that last bit allowed. He sometimes forgot that the women weren't already together.
"What do you mean, Frost?" Jane asked a hint of annoyance in her voice. She felt Maura step up next to her and lightly put her hand on her forearm.
Frost cleared his throat, "I just mean, um, you're in a dress and the Doc's in a suit. Usually, it's the other way around." he laughed. Jane was still glaring at him. This wasn't going well, abort, abort. Frost cleared his throat again.
"I only meant that you complement each other. Right, Korsak?" Frost stated more gently as he turned to the older detective.
"Right. You look like you belong together." Korsak smiled brightly at Maura. He knew about her feelings for his former partner and he was pretty sure that Jane felt the same way. He saw the way they looked at each other, the lingering touches, all the time they spent together inside and outside of work.
"Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment." Maura replied sweetly as her fingers flexed on Jane's arm. She was unsure of how the brunette would take the statement. She looked up into warm brown eyes and smiled. Jane stared back, something unreadable flashed across her features, before she gave in and smiled back. Maura had that effect on her, no matter what was happening, Maura could always make her smile.
"Ya, sure. Anyway, we should be headed in." Jane husked. They all headed for the entrance, meeting up with Frankie and Angela on the way.
"Jane, I'm just honored that you'd bring me." Maura smiled at the brunette as they walked in stride with each other, the backs of their hands grazing with each step.
"Of course I brought you, Maur."Jane rasped back at the smaller woman next to her.
"I would have expected you to bring your mother." Maura said quietly. Jane slowed her pace and put a hand on the blonde's bicep running her fingers up and down reassuringly. Sometimes, Maura seemed to forget just how important she was. Jane hated to see that unsure look in her eyes or hear it in her voice. Maura meant the world to her, she wished that she had the words to tell the her just how much.
"Na, Frankie brought Ma. Mostly 'cause he can't get a date." Jane chuckled and squeezed the blondes arm before letting it go.
"I heard that, Jane." Frankie snorted back at his sister.
"Janie, be nice to your brother. It's not he's fault he can't find a nice girl." Angela quipped.
"Ma!" Frankie yelled.
"What, Frankie? It's true. You spend too much time at work, just like Jane." Angela replied. While Angela and Frankie continued to go back and forth, Jane slowed her steps. She turned to the smaller woman.
"Besides," Jane husked as she leaned close to Maura, "I wanted to bring you."
"Thank you, Jane." The blonde whispered back. Jane stopped short wanting to linger in the moment causing Maura to bump into her. Jane spun around, forgetting she was in heels and almost topples them both over. The blonde's hands reach out to steady her, pulling their bodies together.
Jane's chocolate eyes flashed with surprise and she opened her mouth slightly. Maura took a step back letting go of the taller woman. Jane opened and closed her mouth like she's going to say something.
"What is it, Jane?" Maura queried as she tilted her head to the side.
"Huh? Oh nothing. I just…," Jane started to laugh, "What are you packing in those pants Maur? You poked me in the ass."
"Language, Jane." Maura sighed.
"Yeah, alright." Jane says as she turns to walk away, but stops short when she realizes that Maura still hadn't answered her question.
"Maura?" Jane looks down at the charcoal pants the blonde is wearing and shakes her head. She knew she had felt something.
"Yes, Jane?" the smaller woman responded.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Jane asks quirking an eyebrow.
"About what?" Maura replies feigning innocence.
"You know what. Maura, answer the question." Jane husks out and takes a step forward. Maura still doesn't answer and the detective notices a blush start to creep up her neck.
"Hives." the brunette lightly chides. She is standing directly in front of the doctor, so close she swears she can feel the heat radiating off her.
"Jane" she hears Frankie call behind her.
"We'll be there in a minute." she responds without taking her eyes off the blondes flushed throat. Jane watches as it deliciously creeps across the tops of her breasts and suddenly wishes they were anywhere but a crowded room.
"Maura, do you have a gun on you?" the detective asks, trying to keep her mind and eyes off the perfect breasts that are straining the buttons of the smaller woman's vest.
"No, Jane. That's absurd." Maura states incredulously.
"Of course, it is. Crazy of me to even ask," Jane snarks back, "but I defiantly felt something." Sometimes it was like pulling teeth, the detective thought, you have to coax things out slowly.
"Oh, that. Yes, I'm packing," she pauses, as if considering something, "I believe that's the correct term…..yes, packing." Jane's shakes her head in agreement as if what is coming out of the smaller woman's mouth is the most natural thing in the world. She stops as the words actually sink in. Maura had to be mistaken, that happened frequently.
"We've established that, but what are you 'packing'? "Jane asks in a hushed voice.
"Do you need to ask?" Maura answers in an unusually low voice and then watches Jane with silent fascination as her face goes from shock to understanding, from confusion to amusement, and back to shock. If she didn't suddenly feel so unsure about the situation she might have actually laughed. Jane just kept staring at her with her mouth hanging open. The brunette's mouth suddenly snapped shut and she blinked a few times. Jane began blushing furiously.
"Really? Oh my god. Oh my gooooood. Mauraaaa."the detective whined.
"Please don't whine, Jane. I thought you'd be pleased," Maura has started to get irrationally irritated, "we discussed this."
"Hypothetically, Maura. As in, probably never going to happen." Jane groaned.
"You seemed very receptive to the idea at the time. Do I need to remind you of that conversation?" Maura retorted. Jane shook her head, no she did not need reminded. She could recall every sordid detail of that drunken conversation. Hell, she thought of it often, usually at night when she was alone.
