A/N: Hi everyone. Very sorry that it takes me a long time to kick out another chapter. It takes me a while to figure out what I want to say. I know it is really easy for the more talented among us. Plus… I get super busy and my creativity gets pulled in different directions. AND… I am not great at writing anything erotic …so please forgive. Thanks for the follows and favs… and reviews light up my life.

Maura took her seat at the interrogation table. For a moment, her mind flashed back to a different time when she had sat at this exact one – it was when she was the prime suspect in a murder investigation. While Maura didn't have those feelings of fear and confusion inside of her, she was still anxious. What was Jane going to do? What was she going to say?

Jane had an amazing poker face, but it didn't seem to Maura like Jane was really angry. After all, Jane's move with the handcuffs was loaded with sexual innuendo. Certainly she wouldn't flirt that way if she was upset. But then an upsetting thought hit Maura, what if Jane was going to deny her feelings and was just being playful about the cuffs?

About that time, Maura became very aware of Jane walking slowly around the table. Maura had an image of herself being circled by a shark. Maura took a deep breath. Whatever Jane is about to say is justified. Stay calm. It will be okay.

Stopping right in front of Maura after making a full revolution around the table, Jane looked directly and deeply into Maura's eyes. It was a look that made Maura flush immediately, and it was intimidating with Jane's tall frame standing over her.

"So, Chang told me what you did to get us out of that warehouse. I was a little confused when she mentioned it. A little surprised, to say the least. It appears you were not going to discuss this with me, so I have come to you. Care to explain all of this, Dr. Isles?" Jane's tone gave away nothing. She wasn't playful and she wasn't hostile. She wasn't angry, but she didn't appear happy either. Maura wasn't even certain if Jane calling her "Dr. Isles" was something to be concerned about.

Maura swallowed. She was beginning to feel a knot form in her stomach. The gravity of a thought was just descending on her. What if the beautiful scenarios in her mind burn down within the next few minutes? What if Jane simply wasn't ready to assume everything, and what if she never would be? Either way, Maura was determined not to let herself fall apart.

"First, you didn't come to me, Jane. You summoned me. And second, Susie told me what she told you. You know what I did and why." Maura frowned a little. Her answer was quite short and a little sharp. She was feeling the anxiety now. She sensed a heartbreak coming and knew she was beginning to go on the offensive.

Jane squinted at Maura for a moment and then began to walk. "Explain it anyway."

Maura rolled her eyes – something she hardly ever does. What was Jane trying to prove?

"Fine. Our heartbeats were being monitored. I knew about the study. I knew..(oh, fuck it) I mean I know that we are in love. I experimented with it and it worked. You're alive because of it. You're welcome."

Jane turned to look at Maura, who was clearly catching an attitude. It made Jane grin. She was really rubbing off on Maura.

"How do you know it's love, Maura. There is no other explanation? No other possibility? Are you speaking for yourself, or do you believe I share these feelings, too." The last question came as Jane walked behind Maura, avoiding her gaze.

"Jane, we have been in love for a long time. The way we are with each other. The way we look at each other. It's love. You don't have to be okay with it, but that is what it is." Maura's answer was confident and assertive. What did she have to lose now?

"There is no other explanation, Dr. Isles? What about Misattribution of Arousal? Isn't that a possible explanation?"

Maura's eyes instantly widened at Jane's question and she froze. It wasn't too often that Jane shocked Maura still, but she did right then. How would Jane know of such a thing? Jane is incredibly intelligent, but a scholar of psychological theory she is not, and never wanted to be.

What was her angle? Was she trying to prove that she is not in love with Maura? That it is something else? Is the thought of loving Maura so unacceptable she would reach for another conclusion? The thought hurt Maura's chest, but she pushed the feeling down to come up with an answer.

Speaking softly, Maura tried to explain, "Jane, Misattribution of Arousal is a theory about how people can become attracted to one another, but I don't think that is the case with us."

Jane stopped pacing.

"Interesting, Dr. Isles. It's unusual for you to completely dismiss a theory without considering all of the data. Perhaps there are times when you do rely on emotion rather than the scientific method. Hmm," Jane concluded with an innocent look barely veiling her intention to bait the doctor.

And it worked.

Maura once again became filled with indignation. Jane wants to debate science. Fine. Let's get it on. Maura couldn't deny that the moment was a bit erotic… but she couldn't get caught up in that now.

"Or perhaps, Jane, I am just not wasting my time. You trying to explain our story through this theory is simply elementary."

Jane's brows raised in surprise. Maura was the only person she knew that could be super hot AND incredibly condescending at the same time.

"Entertain me, Doctor. How do you know?" Jane folded her arms across her chest. This was Jane at her best. Arrogant and rude. Powerful and cocky. She wreaked of sexuality when she was like this…and it wasn't fair.

Maura stared at Jane for a second. Two can play at this game. Maura leaned further back in her chair and stretched out her arms, placing them on the two chairs on both sides of her. She made sure she had the detective's undivided attention when she slowly uncrossed one leg and crossed the other.

Maura's mind was a beautiful thing, and in this moment it had reminded her of the time that she was forced to watch Basic Instinct with an old friend who insisted they go to the show. Who could forget the interrogation scene and Sharon Stone's gratuitous display of her … nether attributes. At the time, Maura thought whole thing utterly crass and tasteless, but now, with the object of her desire actually asking her to describe a theory of arousal, it seemed like a pretty good idea.

Too bad she wore panties today.

And now Jane knows, too.