See Chapter 1 for Disclaimer

A/N: Sorry it takes so long for me to update this fic. It's kind of the fic that I go to when I have writer's block on my other ones. But thank you to everyone who commented on this. I replied to everyone except those who didn't have an account because I couldn't.

I'm not sure about how satisfied I am with this this chapter. I will, however say, don't worry, this is an Rizziles fic. We'll get there. I promise.

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The bullpen of Boston's homicide unit was normally pretty quiet. Sure, there was the occasional ruckus, an office party, some good-natured laughter (usually at another cop's expense), or even an outburst from a witness or suspect. All of those were sounds that Barry Frost was used to.

But humming?

Now, that was something odd.

He looked over to Korsak who busy reading his Lol Cat Bible and snickering and cooing at the cute cat pictures, but he wasn't the one humming. Barry turned his head to look over at his partner who had been, more or less, pretty normal so far today. She'd brought coffee in, but that wasn't out of the ordinary, and she'd asked Barry how his weekend was, but that wasn't strange either.

She seemed nicer. Not like 'Whoa, Jane's clearly getting laid and I need to ask her a favor now before her good mood disappears' nice, but definitely like she'd a had a pretty good weekend and her mom hadn't tried to set her up on a date this time.

Well, whatever it was, Barry didn't want to upset the precarious nature of Jane's good mood.

At least, until he heard her phone buzzing.

Jane picked up her phone, read the text message, and giggled quietly before typing back a response.

"What are you and Dr. Isles talking about now?" Barry asked, sure in his assumption that the chief ME had sent the message, since she was only one he ever saw make Rizzoli giggle.

"It's not Maura," Jane said as she rose from her chair. "But I am heading down the morgue now. Call me if you need me," she said with an over the shoulder wave of her hand.

"It was the doc," Korsak said when Jane was out of earshot.

Frost nodded. "Yup."

"Hey, Maura," Jane said as she stepped in the chilled area, paying no mind to the dead body on Maura's table that the doctor was elbow deep in. Instead, she helped herself on to a counter behind her friend.

"The results from Mr. Harrleson's autopsy are on the desk. I have enough evidence that I can officially rule his death to be from a heart attack. His tox screen and my inspection of the plaque around his heart lead to me to conclude that the attack was due to natural causes and not foul play."

Jane nodded. "Good to know. One less case for me to handle." She patiently waited for her friend to find a stopping place in her working, humming to herself in the meantime.

Maura looked up and turned around. "Jane," she said with slow caution and slight elatedness, "have you had sex?"

Jane physically leaned back and anyway from Maura who had a growing Cheshire cat grin spreading across her face. She knew it wasn't intentional, but with the creeping smile and blood covered gloves, Maura looked like a mad scientist from a b-horror movie.

"God, Maura, no, and take off your gloves before you come at me like you're ready to take out my organs." Even Maura hadn't looked like a scary, Jane was less than thrilled when it came to talking about her sex life with anyone, even her best friend.

"I'm sorry, Jane," Maura said, removing her gloves and going to the sink to wash her hands. "But you just seemed so calm and you were humming. You don't hum. Not normally anyway. So, I assumed that you had finally taken my advice and to bed with someone. Hence your elevated mood and your relaxed, easy, manner."

"I'm always relaxed and easy," Jane grumbled, folding her arms and slouching against the counter.

Maura pursed her lips at the remark. "If you say so. But something has happened to cause this sudden change in demeanor."

Jane shrugged. "I've got a date."

"Oh," Maura said, her head cocking to the side, adorably. "With whom?"

"No one you or Ma set me up with."

"Ah," Maura gased, nodding approvingly.

"Don't sound all surprised. It's not like I can't get a date without your help."

"I'm aware of that," Maura said, making her way across the room and back to counter where Jane sat. "So, is it anyone I know?"

Jane cringed internally, wondering whether or not she should tell her friend the truth. She'd never told Maura about the fact that she was bisexual. There never seemed to be the right time to bring in up, except during Gaynor-Randle case, but even then, Jane could never seem to get the words out right and it was just easier to play straight.

But now, Jane felt as though she owed her friend, her best friend at that, the honesty that Maura always gave her, whether she wanted it or not.

"Uh yeah, actually you do," Jane started. "You remember my neighbor across the hall, Marisa?"

Maura took a second to think before remembering. "Oh, yes I do. Is it a friend of hers?"

"Hmm- not quite," Jane said, rubbing her neck. "It is her, actually. I asked her out Friday night. She came over. I was vacuuming because I couldn't sleep and she came to check on me. We got to talking and I asked her out." Jane left out the part about Marisa's assumption, figuring she was dropping enough of a bomb on her friend.

"Oh," Maura said simply. She tilted her head to the side in thought.

"Oh? Is that all. No history of bisexuality or lesbianism or something like that?"

"Well, actually, Alfred Kinsey's study in the 50's stated that 2-6% of females between the ages of 20 and 35 were more or less entirely homosexual and 7% of single females in that same age range garnered Kinsey scale rating of 3 meaning they were equally homosexual and heterosexual in their responses."

"Um... thanks?" Jane said, unsure of where Maura was going with this.

"I'm simply saying that bisexuality had been proven to be a natural occurrence. I'm glad that you're excited for your date."

"So, you're okay with this?" Jane asked.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

Jane shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, we've slept in the same bed before and we've always been really touchy."

"You think that my new found understanding of your sexuality would make me uncomfortable? You're still the same person you've always been. You still sleep with you shoes on and you still prefer beer to a perfectly chilled and aged wine, though I still do not understand why. In short, you're still the same Jane, and I'm not so vain as to assume that simply because you're sexually attracted to women, you will be attracted to me and make uncalled for moves upon my person."

"Um, okay," Jane said tentatively. She wasn't entirely sure why Maura's Google-mouthing was going into overdrive today, but if that meant she was okay with Jane and her truthful reveal, then she was more than sit and listen to her friend's ramblings.