Author Note: Thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter, maybe not so many readers as usual, but perhaps it's because it was Saturday night. Perhaps you were all partying for the royals. Haha. I hope you've all had a nice weekend.

After ten years as a cop, Jane had finally made it. She stepped out of the elevator on the third floor and marched confidently through to the homicide unit. The room was empty. She glanced at her watch; she was twenty minutes ahead of time. The previous shift was nowhere to be seen, and Detective Korsak was yet to arrive.

She perched on a chair at the tidiest desk and moved it round absentmindedly. Her stomach twisted up in knots. After all of her hard work and effort, she could scarcely believe she was there. Her dream had come true.

"Get off my chair."

She stood quickly, knocking the chair sideways. It fell against the desk, rocking it so hard that a mug fell from the side and sent coffee flying across the floor.

"Best get into the kitchen and clean that up," he smirked.

Jane folded his arms and stood up tall. "Detective Crowe. Did you leave your balls in your coffee?"

"Nah, was waiting for you to make me one."

She gritted her teeth and sighed. "Don't you have a home to get to?"

"Eventually." He stood square on and raised his eyebrows. "Was hoping to watch you tank it on your first day before I do."

Jane rolled her eyes and stepped back. "Never gonna happen."

"Detective Rizzoli."

She spun round. Detective Korsak stood in the doorway, his jacket folded over one arm and a takeout coffee in his other hand. He marched past Crowe's desk, narrowing his eyes. Jane picked up the chair, returned the coffee mug to the desk, and smiled.

"Good morning, Detective Korsak. Crowe was just making me feel very welcome before he got a towel and cleaned up after himself."

Crowe growled. Jane had already marched past him and stood to attention beside Korsak's desk. She smirked as Crowe grumbled his discontent and left the room.

"I'm impressed."

"Yeah?"

"Crowe's a tough nut to crack," he said, slinging the jacket around the back of the chair and sitting down. He motioned to Crowe's chair. "Grab a seat, sit down."

"Thank you, Sir," she said, tugging the chair over and sitting beside Korsak.

Korsak sat back, his eyes fixed on Jane's. He had harshness in his eyes, within seconds, his expression softened. "A lot of people don't expect you to make it here, Rizzoli."

"I know." She'd heard grumblings for weeks. She was too fresh around the ears. She was too young. She didn't have what it took to work the big cases. She was too female. She was too much of a mother. She folded her arms and sat back, nonchalantly. "With all due respect, but I'm not here to play games, or meet people's expectations. I'm here to work. I'm here to solve crimes and get the bad guys off the street. I don't care what people like Crowe are saying about me. I may be young but I have what it takes, and they're not gonna know what hit them."

He cracked a smile, his whole face lit up with glee. Jane narrowed her eyes, and waited for him to speak. He leaned forward and patted her knee. "Just what I was hoping, Rizzoli. I knew you were gonna be a firecracker the moment I met you."

"Thank you, Sir."

Waving his hand in front of his face, he shrugged. "Enough of the sir. It's Korsak. I may have been in this job a couple decades longer, but we're equals. Got that?"

"Yes, Sir…Korsak."

x

"Doctor Isles," Maura said, holding up her badge and walking under the police tape. Her heels clacked across the concrete flags and up the steps onto the veranda. A honeysuckle grew along the railing; the sweet scented flowers filled the air. Maura sighed. "What a beautiful location for one's final breath."

"Just a shame it was probably a painful one," Korsak said, motioning along the wooden platform. She followed close behind as they turned a corner and walked down the side of the house.

"Jane!" Maura's lips curved so much that her smile instantly reached the corners of her eyes. A couple of uniformed officers glanced at her from the other side of the rail, and she reigned herself back in. "I mean, good morning Detective Rizzoli. How is the first day in homicide?"

Jane rolled her eyes, but she could see the joy in them. "First case."

"I gathered." Maura stepped around the body. The woman – late fifties – had a large cut across her abdomen, exposing her innards. "Quite an interesting case, on first appearances."

"Very," Jane said, holding up an evidence bag. "We found these littered all over the front lawn."

Maura reached out and took the plastic bag, carefully analysing several gold coins. She squinted, then handed them back. "I'll need to look at them through a microscope, but these aren't familiar."

"Somebody found treasure."

"We don't know that it's treasure," Korsak said.

"Yeah but how many people have unknown gold coins hanging around in their yard?" Jane asked.

"We'll only know for sure once the tests have been completed," he said.

Jane shrugged and looked at the bag again, the biggest grin spread across her face. "Tests smests."

"I can see you're going to be challenging to work with, Detective Rizzoli," Maura said.

Jane narrowed her eyes. "Say what now?"

"We don't make guesses in homicide, Detective."

"Oh we don't, do we?" Jane asked, mocking her tone of voice.

"Respect the doc," Korsak said.

Jane folded her arms across her chest, and stayed silent.

Maura raised an eyebrow and leaned in close. "I think I'm going to like having you in homicide."

"Not as much as I'm gonna love having you calling me Detective Rizzoli when we get home tonight."

She smirked. "Very well, Detective Rizzoli."

x

"To Jane's first day," Martinez said, holding up his bottle of beer. Maura leaned forward, clinking her wine glass against his bottle as Jane did the same. "I hear you did superb. Made excellent impression."

"Korsak's been talking about me already?" Jane asked.

"No," he said. "You are excellent, so you will have made excellent impression."

Maura slid her hand across Jane's knee under the table and grasped at her fingers. She turned to face her, her lips curved in the widest of smiles. "I'm so proud of you."

"Aww, shucks," Jane said, covering her cheeks as they reddened. She busied herself with the remaining fries left on her near-empty plate.

Leaning against her, Maura pressed her lips to Jane's earlobe. She kept her mouth close. "Let's wrap this up; I've been thinking about you all day."

Jane growled softly, staring down Maura's body as goose pimples spread across her arm. She faced Martinez. "Rafael, we've gotta talk to you."

"Now is the time?"

"Yes, now." Maura trailed her fingers over Jane's thigh, her fingertips dug into the fabric of her slacks, sliding up the inside of her leg. She was hungry; far hungrier than she was before they sat down to eat. Jane squealed. "Quickly, we have to go home soon."

"Isn't Nonna babysitting?"

"She is," Maura said, placing her napkin on her plate.

He narrowed his eyes and nodded his head. "I see."

"It's really important," Jane said. She pressed her lips together and clutched the edge of the table to steady her hands. "It's just…sensitive."

"Sensitive, how?"

"Medically sensitive." Maura bit down on her bottom lip so hard that tasted blood. She moved her hand back up to Jane's knee, forcing herself to gain control of her emotions. She distanced herself slightly. "Jane and I have a proposal."

"You're getting married?"

Jane scoffed and slapped him playfully on the arm. "Good one."

"Is it not funny?"

"We're not getting married," Maura said. Under the table, Jane grappled with her lap, searching for her hand. Her fingers brushed against the fabric of Maura's dress, flooding her with adrenaline. Jane gripped Maura's fingers and pulled them back down over her thigh. Maura glanced at her, her eyebrows tugged together.

He frowned. "I don't understand what proposal."

Maura sat back, lifting her hand, tugging Jane's onto the table top. She clutched it between both of them and smiled from Jane to Martinez. "You have every right to say no."

"And if you say yes if you decide you no longer wish to," Jane said. "Then you have a right to back out."

"We can draw up a contract to make it official."

"If you want it to be official." Jane shrugged, covering their hands with her other one. "Or it can be informal."

"We should probably have a contract, though," Maura said, turning to Jane.

Jane shrugged. "Yeah, but if he doesn't want that then what's the point?"

"What if he changes his mind?" Maura let go of her hand and picked up her wine glass.

"Oh. Yeah." Jane nodded and turned back to Martinez. "What Maura said."

"I'm not following." He swallowed a mouthful of beer, and leaned across the table, his voice lowered. "Do you wanna hook up together all three of us?"

"No!" Jane shouted, smacking him harder across the arm.

"Hey!" he said, pushing her hands away. He gripped his upper arm and glared at her. "You nearly got ketchup on my shirt."

Jane moved the ketchup to the end of the table. "Don't be a creep."

"If you would just tell me I wouldn't have to guess your proposal quest…"

"We want your sperm," Jane said, her finger outstretched.

His eyes creased at the sides, his eyebrows tugged together. Eventually, Martinez opened his eyes wide and stared from Jane to Maura and back again. "You want my sperm?"

Jane smiled, her eyebrows downturned as the very thought of their request filled her with happiness. "We want a baby."

"We want a child and we want you to be the biological father," Maura said, reaching out to his hand. She clutched it over the table. "We want Lottie to have a biological sibling."

"I went and fucked up the whole idea," Jane said. "We wanted the kid to be a full sibling but then I made homicide. We'd really want the kid to still be Lottie's sibling."

"It would mean I would carry the child." Maura lifted her wine to her mouth. "You would provide the sperm donation, and we would make a child."

"When she says we, she means Maura and me."

Maura swallowed the wine, emptying her glass. "You would provide us with the sample. Jane will prepare the insemination syringe. She would bring me to a point where I'm a step away from orgasm. Then she will insert the insemination syringe into my vagina… "

Jane cut her off, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. "He doesn't need to know the details, Maura."

"Why not?" Maura laid her hands out in front of her, her eyebrows creased. "If he's going to be part of this he should know all of the facts."

"The facts. Not the full story. Why are you talking about your vajayjay in front of him?"

"You're acting like he has no idea what a vagina is." Maura stared at her, confused. "He's seen yours."

Jane covered her eyes. "Don't remind me."

"Excuse me?" Martinez waved his hand in front of them, but they continued.

"Are you not reminded every single day?" Maura asked.

Jane scrunched up her face in confusion. "Why would I be reminded of that every single day?"

"Lottie."

Jane scoffed. "Lottie doesn't make me think about Rafael seeing my vajayjay contract in all those unnatural ways during childbirth."

"Natural."

"What?"

"The contractions are natural," Maura said. "Did you pay any attention during sexual education?

"You mean after the nuns brought out the condom and told us we'd burn in hell if we dared use one?" Jane rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean!"

"Excuse me!" Martinez said, clapping his hands together.

Maura leaned forward and glared at Jane. "I'm sure he saw it many times after Lottie's birth."

"Yeah…but the less we discuss that the better," Jane said, shaking her head and covering her eyes.

Martinez smirked. "The last time I saw it we were in the forest, we had sex on the floor and Jane got poison ivy."

"Raffie!" Jane shouted.

"What?" He lifted his shoulders and held his hands out at his sides. "You were not listening to me."

"That doesn't mean you need to tell the world about our sex life."

"I did not tell the world, I told Maura. Like you haven't had sex with her in the forest."

"Actually, no." Maura glanced at Jane, her lips pressed together. She tried to stop her lips from curving at the edges but she couldn't help it. "Not through want of trying."

"Maura!" Jane shouted.

"What?"

She let out a long, loud groan and shook her head repeatedly. "Why is this share Jane's sex life night?"

"If we're going to ask him for his sperm," Maura said. "I think we've moved a step past being prudish about our sexual relationship."

She continued to groan and leant her head on the table. "I have nothing more to say."

"Good." Martinez sat forward, his eyebrows tugged together. "Now do you wish to hear answer?"

Author Note: Yes. Yes they did...