A/N: Just a short one but I will try to get another one up this weekend!

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"Rizzi!" A young boy rushed up to hug her leg.

"Marcus!" a stern woman called out.

"No, Mama," he said, turning to his mother, but not relinquishing his hold. "This is the fire lady. Remember?"

"Jane Rizzoli," the firefighter said, extending her hand.

The woman smiled in understanding. "Carla Sanchez, so nice to meet you." She looked down at her son. "And how could I forget? He's done nothing but talk about your visit."

Jane crouched down. "You had a good time, huh?"

"He makes us do fire drills every day!" She laughed and shook her head. "Runnin' through the house, yellin' 'This is a test! This is a test!' I've seen under furniture I don't ever want to see again!"

Jane joined in the laughter, but Marcus was all business. "It's for the smoke, Mama."

"I know, sweetie. And you're doing a great job teaching us what to do."

The young boy was pleased at the praise. However, his attention quickly turned. "Where's Frostie?"

"He's got the day off," Jane explained.

"So you're not here to reach us more stuff?"

"No," she replied.

"But I wanna know how to slide down the pole an' put out fires an' do you have a dalmatian?"

Jane blinked at the rapid-fire declarations.

"Marcus," his mother admonished.

Jane blinked again and smiled. Pulling a card out of her pocket, she handed it to Carla. "I'll tell you what. You and your mom can talk about visiting the station sometime, how's that sound?" His initial response was wide-eyed silence, but when he realized her offer was true, he did a fist-pumping wiggling dance that had both women laughing again. This time they were joined by another voice.

"Miss Isles! Rizzi's gonna let me come down to the station an' go down the pole an' put out fires an' pet their dalmatian!"

"Hey, hey," Jane said, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Why don't you talk to your mom first, and we'll go from there, okay?" She looked at him right in the eye and he nodded solemnly.

"Okay." He gathered up his jacket that had been dropped to the floor in his excitement. As he put it on, he looked at Jane. "If you're not here to teach us more stuff, why are you here?"

Jane stood from her crouched position and glanced at Maura who smiled in return. It was a moment that wasn't missed by Marcus' mother. "Don't all those questions make you hungry? What do you think Mama's making for dinner?" She ran her fingers through his curls.

"Pizza!"

Her mouth dropped. "Your mother is not getting pizza for dinner."

"Uh-huh," he replied victoriously. "She told me this morning." He picked up his lunch box. "I have two mommies!" he announced before bounding away.

Carla inhaled deeply, then sighed with a smile. "Thank you again," she said to Jane. "He really has talked almost nonstop about your visit."

"I meant it about stopping by the station."

"I hope so, because he won't forget!" Glancing between Jane and Maura, she smiled. "Well, I should leave you two to it. And track down my son. Marcus, stop this instant!"

Jane watched the woman valiantly catch up with the young boy before turning to Maura. "You're awfully quiet."

Maura stepped closer. "You didn't look like you needed my help," she smiled. "Did you always want to be a firefighter? Because I think you missed your calling working with children."

"I was saving the life and career questions until dinner," Jane replied jokingly.

"Now that I know you're not really a spy, I have so many questions." She punctuated her statement with a wink.

Jane took a quick glance around before leaning in close. A shiver went through Maura when Jane's lips brushed past her ear. "Maybe I'm a spy undercover as a firefighter."

Drawing in confidence from she knew not where, Maura whispered back, "Should you be telling me this? Wouldn't this risk your cover?"

"True," Jane agreed huskily. "Good thing I have various… techniques to prevent you from talking." The suggestiveness was blatant and Maura groaned. Jane pulled back and gave a mischievous smirk. "But first, dinner."

Nostrils flared as Maura tried to get her breathing under control. She could only shake her head at Jane's brazenness. "No. First, we have to go by my place so I can change. Is your trunk big enough for a bicycle?"

Jane's expression changed from brash to amused. With an obvious once-over of Maura, she said, "Okay, first? You look gorgeous. So unless you had some fancy-schmancy place in mind- in which case," she gestured to her jeans and Oxford shirt, "I'll definitely have to change. Second, you ride your bike to work? Are you Mary Poppins?"

Maura refrained from making a face, but just barely. "Mock me all you like. While the weather's still nice, I find no reason to drive the Mercedes. And as flattering as your compliment is, do you think this dress is appropriate for a date?"

"Oh, Maura," Jane sighed. "You could wear a onesie made out of a potato sack and it would be appropriate. Wait- you have a Mercedes?"

"I'm pleased that you put me before the car, even if it was only for a moment," Maura teased.

"Mmmm, now I'm putting you in the car," Jane growled suggestively.

The blonde could only roll her eyes. "Back to the subject at hand. Was I supposed to make the dinner arrangements?" Seeing the tilt of Jane's head, she clarified, "You said, 'unless you had some fancy-schmancy place in mind'."

"Oh, right. Well, no. I thought I'd ask you what your favourite place was, and maybe we'd go there."

Maura gave it some thought and was surprised when she realized she couldn't think of any place that didn't involve a memory of her ex-husband. Jane saw the frown and understood. She had had her own difficulties separating who she was as an individual and who she was as part of a couple.

"Why don't we find a favourite place of our own?" Jane suggested gently, then added with an exaggerated wave of her hand, "Let's not do Italian, though. My mother would never forgive me."

Maura replied with a soft smile of thanks. "And let's avoid seafood. Contrary to what others might say, I've never liked it."

Jane grinned, knowing that was a shot at Maura's ex. "How about Vietnamese?"

"Oh, yes! There's that new place on Newbury Street I've wanted to try!"

"Great! So let's get your bike, Mary, and lick this popsicle stand."

"What?"

"Never mind," Jane laughed. "Are you ready or what?" Both recognized the extra meaning in the question.

Drawing in a long even breath, Maura nodded. "Ready."

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