Disclaimer: I don't own Rizzoli & Isles. They are owned by Janet Tamaro, TNT and whomever else, but not me. No infringement intended.
A/N: This fic has been inspired by the AMAZING drawing done by nana-51. You can (and really should) find it at nana-51 dot deviantart dot com slash # slash d4klczf
Thanks for reviewing\alerting\favoriting\Correcting my English I really do appreciate it! So does the smile that pops on my face with each one .
Jane was headed back to her office when she ran straight into Frankie. "There you are.".
"Frankie, save it." The detective really wanted to see if Frost had any news. "Wait, unless you know who sent it..."
"Like I wouldn't tell ya... Just wanted to see if you're alright." Her little brother replied.
"Yeah. Sure." Jane smiled at him.
"Listen, you gotta find who sent it, cause they just ruined every girl on girl fantasy I ever had..."
"eeewwww, Frankie, come on!" The older sister gave him a disgusted look and turned to walk away.
"Janey, hold on a sec..." He was finding the nerve to ask "Is it true? Cause I've heard the rumors, I just never really..." The tone of his voice was surprisingly soft.
"No it's not true. Jesus. Now you too?" She asked exasperated.
"I'm just saying it'll be alright if it's true. That's all. Just saying." He defended himself.
"Fine. It's not true, but thank you. Now I gotta go. alright?"
"Yeah. Go. Go. I'll let ya know if I find something."
"Yeah, you do that!" Jane exclaimed while walking away.
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"What do you have for me?" The tall detective asked, standing behind Frost
"Nada. The guy was smart. sent it from a public Wi-Fi. " He leaned back in his seat.
"Knew who he was messing with" Korsak smirked at them.
"Jane. I'm sorry. Even if I somehow manage to locate the mac address, there's no way I can get everyone's mac. They could have sent it from a lap-top or a phone or wherever" The younger detective added.
Jane went to her seat and flopped down. "So what you're saying is, all I've got to work on is the guy's talent."
"Yep. Sorry. I'm going back to solving murders now if you don't mind."
"Yeah. Yeah. Thanks." Jane was starring at her computer screen for a few seconds and then added. "Frost, you can't draw, can you?"
"You think I'd do it? My idea of drawing a girl is a couple of lines and a skirt..." Barry replied immediately.
"Come on Janey. Anyone who's ever worked with you and appreciates his life knows better than to send something like that to the entire department." Korsak added
"Shit. I'm not gonna get any work done today. Am I?" The frustration was evident in her voice.
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Jane's prayers for a distraction that day, didn't help. She spent most of the day going through everyone she knew and coming up with nothing. When she finally got home, she sat herself on her couch, lap top open in front of her, and decided she needed to look at every little detail drawn, she might get some sort of a clue from there. If her job had taught her anything, it was that if a person went to this much trouble to send a massage, they'd want their signature on their work.
Her eyes however had a hard time staring at the details. they kept retreating to the two main forms on the screen. She did manage to thoroughly examine a few elements in the image, Maura's cleavage was the most prominent of them all, but it was defiantly not the only one. She had also paid close attention to the placement of her own hands, to the way their bodies seemed to fit perfectly together, seemingly molding into each other. She noticed the softness on the honey-blonds face, and the way her hips were bucked forward into her own body. She examined the way Maura's hands were entangled in her hair, and found her own, real hands, trying to retrace their steps. She imagined the events that probably led to the situation drawn and to the way her jacket was hanging down her shoulders, and she paid an insane amount of time examining the toned legs of the black clap woman drawn on top of her.
In the privacy of her own home, she allowed herself to realize she was actually quite turned on by every little detail she saw. Imagining just how Maura's body might feel if she were to act out the drawing. But then again, she was also turned on watching old episodes of the L word, but so were all the straight friends she had ever had. It was just a really. Really. REALLY hot drawing. A really hot drawing of Maura mounting her... but still...
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Jane wasn't the only one enjoying the image. Maura had printed out a copy at the office and was now shamelessly smiling at it. She found Jane attractive. That was a known fact. At least it was known to her. And this image was probably as close to the real feeling of Jane's body as she'll ever get. The brunette's reaction was just one more validation of what Maura believed to be true - there was no way the detective would ever consider anything more than a friendship with her. She hadn't been starring for long, before her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her phone.
"Hello Jane" Maura answered the phone sweetly.
"I've been staring at this fucking picture all night and I still don't have a clue who drew it". Jane barked without a greeting.
"Language. Jane!" The M.E scolded.
"Yeah, sorry. Do you have any idea? Do you know if maybe someone in the lab has any talent?" The detective inquired.
"No one I know of. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to sleep." The honey blond replied with a little too much venom in her voice.
"Fine. Don't need to bite my head off... G'night Maura." The tired brunette mumbled into the phone, waited for Maura's good night greeting and went back to staring at the drawing.
To say that the M.E was irritated by the phone conversation would defiantly be an understatement. It was one thing to know Jane wasn't considering moving their relationship to a new level, but it was a whole other thing to realize the mere thought that others might perceive them as a couple, would make Jane jump through hoops to find a guilty party. The detective had, by her own admittion, spent the entire night trying to find who to blame. She was utterly offended by the drawing, and she wasn't even the aggressor in it! What was so offending in the image? Was it the fact she was kissing a woman or was it Maura herself?
Maura was pissed! And the carpet she was now pacing on would no doubt be a witness to this fact.
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Maura was late. Again. The brunette was standing in her office, her back turned to the strangely emptied desk in the strangely empty precinct, waiting. Jane hadn't noticed her own cloths until the beautiful honey blond walked inside wearing a familiar black tight dress, but right now she noticed she was wearing a grey suit and a dark blue button up.
"I'm tired of waiting Jane." Maura said looking into her chocolate eyes. She walked towards her seductively until Jane had no choice but to lean back against the desk. But the honey blond didn't stop moving forward.
"Maura" The word was something between a groan and a prayer.
She reached Jane forcing her to sit down on the desk, climbing on top of her, knee on either side.
"Baby" Jane begged, not sure whether she was begging her to stop or keep going. But the shorter woman wasn't about to stop. She grabbed Jane' s head, pushed her body into the brunette's, closed her eyes and kissed her passionately. Jane couldn't stop Maura even if she wanted to, and she really didn't want to. She surprised herself kissing Maura back just as fiercely. Neither woman was about to stop, Jane's hands climbed up and down the black clad back when she started hearing a ringing from a phone around them.
"Maura" Jane tried to get the shorter woman's attention. Receiving nothing but a grown as an answer. The ringing just kept growing.
"Baby... the phone." Jane said between kisses and opened her eyes.
"Seriously?" Jane groaned waking up to the sound of her cell phone ringing. She had fallen asleep on her couch. "What the fuck was that?" the brunette said to no one in particular, remembering her dream. "Rizzoli" she grunted into the phone without checking the caller ID, frustrated from having to wake up from her dream. "Oh, hey Maur".
"Jane, Can I come over?" It wasn't so much a question as it was a statement.
"Um... Ye... Sure." The brunette mumbled, still half asleep.
She hung up her phone, sat up, opened the computer screen and starred at the image. "What is wrong with me?" She shook her head realizing she would do just about anything to get back to the dream she was awaken from.
TBC