I know...I know...I said I would get this out before the end of February...but no one bothered to tell me that it's the shortest month of the year! Anyway, I was close. I dedicate the foxes to Andrella07, the penguins to KayyMarie xX and the unicorns to Moggie.

So everyone ready for Jane and Maura's first date? Yah so about that...we're not there yet. Maura wouldn't stop researching, Jane was getting all angsty and no one was listening to me. So instead I present this humble offering...enjoy!


After the drama was through, dinner at her mother's was remarkably calm. That calm even flowed over into Sunday night family dinner, where Jane re-announced that Maura was her girlfriend. Not that the announcement was necessary as her mother had filled in the male Rizzolis' the second she and Maura left the house the night before.

The boys' reactions had been mixed. Her father seemed to have a permanent little smile on his lips and had even whispered to her as they were leaving, "I'm proud of you Janie, you make a great pair." Her brother on the other hand seemed happy for her, but also confused. So it was no real surprise that he called to talk with her about the whole situation.

"I'm not gay...I'm uh...un-straight." Jane answered hesitantly; she was still a little confused about the whole situation herself. Maura was more than happy to pick terms she researched on the internet that she felt fit them perfectly, but the brunette wasn't so sure. Was gay even the correct term for the two of them? Technically they were bisexuals, not lesbians, since they had both slept with men and women. But as she understood it, being a lesbian meant that you were sexually attracted to other women, which was true of Maura since she had been with another woman before. But that wasn't true of herself, even sitting in a room full of beautiful women and going on mini dates with several of them: she was still only attracted to Maura. Especially Maura in that corset...her mind briefly flitted to that mental image before rejoining her train of thought. And what was the term for that exactly? Maura-sexual? Jane shook her head at how ridiculous that sounded, even if she didn't voice it out loud.

Maura, sitting beside the brunette cannot hide the mirth in her eyes from listening to girlfriend's side of the conversation with her brother. "Curvy", she supplies with a smile.

"Yah, curvy...wait not curvy..." Jane shot a glare her way, "You're not helping." she mouthed while Frankie continued to talk in her ear.

Maura held out a hand for her lover to relinquish the phone. Jane eyed her considering; part of her really worried at the wisdom of giving the phone over to her girlfriend, afraid of what the blonde planned to say to her brother to smooth things over. Frankie's wasn't upset about their little announcement, he had already admitted he was all for it. But he just had so many damn questions. Jane bit her lip, glancing from Maura to the phone. She sighed and handed it over, if nothing else Maura seemed to be able to answer almost any question posed to her.

Maura's grin was exceptionally large as she greeted Jane's brother, "Hello Frankie, I think I can safely sum up everything when I say that nothing will really change. Jane will be the same big sister and hard assed detective she always was."

Jane felt her eyes widen at the blonde's use of the term 'hard assed'.

Maura continued, "If anything she will be slightly calmer and more patient as I've helped her release excess tension do to sexual frustra—"

Jane didn't even let her finish the word before she snatched the phone back and hit the end button vigorously. Maura flopped down on the bed, eyes falling closed with that same grin still planted on her face.

The brunette rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed. "That wasn't funny." Jane announced in her best stern voice, the one she used to interrogate particularly difficult suspects.

Maura cracked one eye open and gave her lover a squinty look, not at all affected by the tone. "I wasn't joking. " she replied, her hands rising to clasp above her head on the pillow. It's a submissive pose that does bad things to Jane's state of mind. The two of them had only spent a handful of hours in bed together, but Jane was quickly realizing that she loved being on top.

"A healthy sex life can release a multitude of tensions as well as warding off illness and providing a good cardio vascular work out." The blonde explained.

"New rule." Jane retorted as her hands skimmed under her lover's shirt, "You're not allowed to discuss our sex life or the release of my sexual frustration with anyone other than me."

Her eyes fluttered open, "Not even if I'm bragging about your sexual prowess?" Maura asked innocently.

Jane paused for a second, looking down at her, considering. It's a second too long because Maura starts laughing. The detective rolls her eyes, her hand moving from the blonde's waist to cup her through her aerobic pants. Maura's breathless laughing turns into a moan and Jane knows she's won this argument.

Maura's shirt is off in a heartbeat and Jane's lips, teeth and tongue are all happily occupied a second later. But a full minute after that the noise Jane had been dreading all weekend reared its ugly head. Not just the ringing of her cell phone but Maura's as well. The brunette moaned in despair and buried her face in her lover's cleavage. Maura gasped softly at the vibrations, before reaching for Jane's cell phone. She quickly turned off the ringer before answering her own phone, "Isles".

Her fingers threaded through Jane's chestnut curls, ignoring the intense urge to guide the brunette back to her nipple as she listed to the details of their new case. It wasn't good. A quadruple homicide: an entire family slaughtered. She doubted either of them would have the energy to do anything more than fall into bed together at night until the case was finished.

"I'm sure Detective Rizzoli must be doing something important, otherwise she would have answered her cell. " There was a long pause, "Perhaps you should try her again." Maura sighed, "I'll be right in."

Before she had even disconnected the call, Jane's phone began to rattle on the bedside table. The blonde retrieved it and pressed it against her girlfriend, until Jane got the hint and answered it with a grumbled, "Rizzoli."

Jane rolled over and on to her back; she stared at Maura's smooth ceiling as she listened to the details of the gruesome murders before disconnecting the call. She felt the bed shift as her blonde lover retrieved her bra and slipped it on again. The detective ended the call and sighed. She loved her job, she really did. She just wished there wasn't so much senseless killing in the world. Soft, delicate fingers intertwined with her own, tugging her up from the bed. "Let's go catch the bad guys." Maura said with a smile and instantly, Jane felt better.


The week had been absolutely hellish. The horrific slaying of a family, including two young children had kept the entire department busy. Both of them had kept extremely odd hours, usually meeting up in one bed or another, sharing a kiss or two before falling into a restless slumber. After a full night's sleep they had both decided to take it easy, and try to relax in their few hours of downtime.

Jane idly flicked through the channels on her girlfriend's flat screen TV, as the woman in question was sitting lotus style on the floor, huddled over her laptop yet again. It shouldn't have surprised her, the gusto with which Maura took to researching lesbian culture; she just never thought she'd be ignored in favour of it.

A few minutes elapsed and the brunette realized how unfulfilling the remote guide made channel surfing. She didn't need to hear the disjointed sounds of several channels flipping by at lightning speed or even search really with Maura's TiVo device. But she liked channel surfing...she sighed and glanced over at Maura again, just in time to see her favourite doctor's face light up.

"I get a toaster." She announced, pulling her attention away from her computer and up to her lover.

After vagina flatulence...Jane was almost afraid to ask. But she did anyway, knowing it would make the blonde happy. "Why?"

Gray blue eyes returned to the screen, "When someone from the LGBT community," Maura paused and looked back to Jane, "That's Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgendered, Jane." She explained before going back to her laptop. The detective couldn't help rolling her eyes, she knew that much. She realized the blonde had seen it, when she made it a point to clear her throat and start from the beginning, as if she was dealing with a particularly unruly child.

"As I was saying, when someone from the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgendered community recruits a straight person into the gay ranks, they receive a toaster for the effort. It's an incentive in the recruitment drive." The blonde frowned, "It doesn't say how I can claim my toaster."

Jane bit her lip and closed her eyes, her head dropping down. This was the real problem with Maura's internet research; she didn't realize what was factually true and what was intended as a joke. The brunette figured this must be a joke because she couldn't imagine either side running a recruitment drive. It sounded more like a ploy that a bank or a discount furniture store would use to get new customers.

"Maybe there's a lesbian embassy in Boston that can direct me." Maura murmured thoughtfully.

"Is lesbian even the right term? I mean you've slept with men and women before." Jane responded, flicking off the television and turning to fully face her lover.

"Of course. I'm a lesbian, Jane." Maura answered without even a hint of doubt in her voice.

"But you've slept with men." Jane retorted.

"That was in the past." Maura explained, her eyes rising from her laptop to lock with the brunette's.

"Right..." Jane muttered, "So you're telling me that you're planning on never sleeping with another guy for the rest of your life?" Yet, even as the words slipped out of her mouth Jane wished she could somehow stop them or temporarily deafen the woman sitting in front of her.

This is how it's going to end, she thought in a brilliant moment of clarity as she watched Maura's eyes fill with tears. She wouldn't have to wait for her gorgeous blonde doctor to leave her for someone better; she'd drive her away with her own stupidity.

"You are the last lover I ever planned on having, Jane." Maura replied solemnly, before disappearing into the kitchen.

Jane sighed, running her hands roughly through her hair in frustration before quickly following after her lover. Maura was turned away from the doorway, pouring herself a glass of wine but even without being able to see her, the quiet sniffles gave the blonde away. Jane came up behind her, wrapping her arms around the blonde before resting her head on Maura's shoulder. "I'm sorry honey. It's been a rough week and obviously I need to keep my big fat mouth, shut."

Maura let herself relax into Jane's arms and gave up her tears. "It's actually in perfect proportion to your face." Maura corrected softly.

"Can you explain to me why I seem to be able to fit my entire foot in there, then?" Jane questioned, placing soft kisses down the side of her lover's neck.

The blonde shivered, "I suppose it could be called a skill." Maura offered, "Or perhaps the ligaments in your jaw are especially adaptable. Most people believe that snakes dislocate their jaws in order to consume large prey, however everything stays well connected and it is simply a matter of flexibility. "

Jane chuckled, "You know smarty pants, I've been researching things too. Did you know that there are lots of animals that mate for life? Besides tortoises, foxes do and certain birds too, like penguins?"

Maura nodded; slightly disappointed that Jane's lips were too busy forming words to attend to her neck.

"And unicorns." Jane added.

Maura blinked, and turned in Jane's arms to face her lover. "Those don't exist." She didn't like the frown that appeared on Jane's face one bit. The blonde gave her a quick peck, "Perhaps monogamy was too much for them."

"Or maybe they were just too horny for their own good." Jane offered, with a straight face. She couldn't hold it of course and once the facade cracked and they both started laughing at the absurdity of their conversation.

Once they got a hold of themselves, Maura brought up a critical point. "I'm hungry."

Jane tugged the blonde closer as she pulled her into a lengthy kiss, the pout on her lover's face was just too cute to resist. "Ditto. We should order something because you're too tired to cook."

One delicately sculpted eyebrow ached, "Why do you automatically assume I would cook?"

"I didn't. But really, between the two of us, you don't want me cooking on a regular basis." Jane explained as she moved around the large black granite island and slumped onto one of Maura's kitchen chairs.

"Jane, I know you can make several authentic Italian meals, your mother taught you." The blonde opened her fridge door and selected a bottle of water before sliding it over to her lover. Maura knew from the pinched look of the brunette's face and the extra crease in her brow that she was dehydrated. She had learned over their friendship that telling Jane she was dehydrated never brought any result other than frustration and annoyance. However, simply putting water in front of the detective was usually enough to make her drink.

"Okay yes I can make a few things. But outside of that, I'm not much use in the kitchen. Beside's you spent a summer at that Madrid culinary school in Cordenblew." She took several grateful gulps of water before looking across the island at Maura.

"Actually it was the Le Cordon Bleu, culinary institute in Madrid, Spain." The blonde corrected gently, "Remember what I said about divorces—"

"Thirty two percent are the result of inequality of domestic chores." Jane interrupted, "I know." She snagged her cell phone off the counter, "Which is why I'm going to do my domestic duty and procure dinner."

Jane dialled the number of her favourite pizza place and waited for it to connect, she gazed at her lover as she slowly swirled the wine in her glass. With anyone else she ever dated, talk of divorce would have sent her packing. Especially with where they were in their relationship, to even get divorced you needed to be married first and to be married you had to go on at least one date. They hadn't even managed that yet. But that was about to change.

Jane disconnected the call, "Forty minutes or it's free." Maura nodded, as she retrieved a container of cheese from her fridge and reached into her cupboard for some crackers. The brunette looked down at the little spread Maura had laid out for them, and couldn't help chuckling as she realized that even Maura's cheese was fancy.

They both munched quietly for a few minutes before Jane broke the silence by asking, "Doctor Isles, are you free on Wednesday evening?"

The blonde's eyes caught hers and a flirty smile flitted across her lips, "Are you asking me out on a date, detective?"

Jane grinned, "Yes. There's no one else I'd rather spend an evening with."

Maura swore she felt her heart skip a beat and break normal sinus rhythm in that moment. Her detective could be very charming when she wanted to be. "I would love to spend the evening with you."

The brunette popped a piece of cheese in her mouth, swallowing it quickly before replying, "I was thinking dinner and a movie. You pick the restaurant, I'll pick the movie?"

She nodded, "That sounds agreeable."

Jane breathed a large sigh of relief. She had no clue what type of fancy hoity-toity restaurants Maura liked to frequent. Usually when the two of them went out they went to lower brow places, and the blonde saved the really fancy stuff for her dates. This way at least Maura would get to eat the food she liked and Jane would get exactly what she wanted, namely a few hours of snuggling on her couch with her hot blonde girlfriend: which would hopefully lead to a few hours of doing much more than snuggling with said hot girlfriend.

Each of them became lost in their own thoughts. Both wanting their first date to be nothing short of fantastic, with each wondering how to make their respective halves of the date live up to that expectation. Before long Joe was barking excitedly at the door, signalling that dinner had arrived.


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