They were on their umpteenth chorus, with Maura singing the female parts and Frankie the male parts, but sometimes overlapping one another on especially fun phrases, by the time they pulled into the same parking spot Maura had vacated earlier. "Well it was great when it all bega-an! I was a regular Frankie fa-an…" She broke off giggling at Frankie (Rizzoli, not Furter), who was shimmying in the back seat, as she turned off the engine. "Shh, we don't want to wake up Jane's neighbors or make Jo Friday start barking."

"I get first shower!" Frankie immediately claimed. "You're girls. I'll be faster."

"That's what she said," Jane snarked as she stepped out of the car. "Maura, will you come with me while I walk Jo? I'm just going to put on a pair of sneakers first." She glanced behind her to give the doctor a pleading look before opening her apartment door.

Willingly, Maura headed right back out into the night with Jane, see-through T-shirt, red heels, and all.


"So, I'm guessing you liked the show?" Jane asked as she opened her door again and let her little dog take off to the water bowl.

Maura nodded, stealing a glance up at her friend. Or, really, across – in heels that high, she matched Jane's height when the latter was in sneakers. "It was a brilliant demonstration of social dynamic, as well as causing very pleasurable sensations through the release of adrenalin and endorphins. I'd enjoy going again sometime."

"Thought you might." Jane was smiling broadly. Between the time at the theater and walking Jo, things had settled back down to how they normally were. "Frankie's such a liar. He always took the longest of the three of us in the shower. Hear that?" The sound of running water could be heard. "He's still in there." Maura decided to forego commentary on what a healthy male might need with an extra-long shower, right after being in a roomful of fairly scantily-clad people, then in a car of one scantily-clad woman, while wearing something he presumably would find well outside his usual comfort zone. Though an only child herself, Maura had observed that sibling relationships were delicate things, and Jane didn't need to have that thought about her brother.

Shaking her head and motioning for Maura to follow her, Jane walked into her bedroom. "So, which shirt do you want to borrow?"

Maura took off her heels while following her taller brunette friend, hopping on one foot as the other was up for shoe removal. "Whatever's handy," she replied agreeably. "Preferably not more than twenty-five percent polyester, but I'm easy." Beggars couldn't be choosers. Jane was still angry with her, deservedly so, but she had been more than gracious tonight, and the smaller woman had no inclination to push her luck. "I'm sure I won't be wearing it for long, anyway."

In mid dig at her dresser drawer, Jane stopped to look up at the other woman. Eyes suddenly wide, breath catching just a little, she swallowed hard.

"Right? Because I'm just going to wear it to wherever we go to eat, and then I'll bring everyone back here, and be changing for bed at… wherever I'm sleeping," Maura explained helpfully. The water shut off in the bathroom, and one could hear vague rustling sounds as Frankie dried off and dressed.

"Huh," was all that escaped Jane's lips before she glanced back down to pull out a 100% cotton, crimson fitted t-shirt. "This should work. It's a little big on me, so I'm thinking it should be okay for your," she made a vague motion in front of her own chest as her cheeks blushed slightly, "you know."

Maura accepted the shirt with a smile. Sometime during the walk with Joe, she had calmed down from the immediate high of her first Rocky Horror Picture Show, settling into something that wasn't quite comfortable since she and Jane had been conflicted, but wasn't too badly uncomfortable, either. Fatalistic, perhaps. She would do whatever it took, whatever was within her ability, to fix the hurt feelings she had caused, but right now, it was still up to Jane. "Thank you. I'm sure it will be fine. If it's not, well, I'm unlikely to see anyone again that I'm seeing at… what, two-thirty in the morning?... and at least none of my patients ever have to respect me in order for me to do my job."

"Next up?" called Frankie as the door swung open. Maura headed into the bathroom and Frankie passed her in the hallway, essentially trading places with her. "Hey, sis," he said in a lowered voice as Jane fished around for her own change of clothing, "you been feeling okay? You seem a little bit off tonight."

"Yeah, I'm cool. Just," she pulled out another fitted t-shirt, this one a deep green, and a pair of light jeans with one knee almost gone, "trying to get over being mad at Maura, you know? I forget that she sometimes doesn't deal well with living people." She tossed her clean clothes on the bed and pulled off the jacket to hang up. "Why? Am I still being pissy? I'm trying to not be pissy with her right now."

Once again, the water started in the next room, along with the little slip of metal as the shower curtain rings were pushed aside, then drawn back into place. "What did she do?" Frankie asked. "I mean, don't tell me the nitty-gritty stuff that girls do to each other to make each other mad. What did she do?" In his way, he was getting right to the point: not really what Maura did, but what was the essence of the hurt that had inspired the anger?

"I overheard a phone conversation of hers, and, when I asked her about it, she didn't tell me to eff off or whatever. She beat around the bush about it, and then wanted me to 'guess' like I was some kind of monkey for her amusement. You and I both know that, if you don't want me to know something about what you're doing, I'm fine with that. I have no issues. But, I do have issues when someone isn't being straight with me. You know what I mean? When I don't want someone to know something about me, I tell them to mind their own damned business. I don't just string them along and smirk about it." His big sister was on a roll now that she was actually talking about it.

"She knows better, Frankie. I would never judge her. Tease her, sure, but not judge her. She's my best friend. I love her. Why would I," Jane stopped talking for the breadth of a second, an odd expression crossing her face, "Like her. I like her like a sister, right? So, why would she treat me like crap? Anyway, I'm trying to let that just be water under the bridge, but that's what happened."

Frankie took a long moment even after his sister had stopped talking, watching her facial expressions change. As she finished gathering up post-shower clothes, he nodded once as if deciding something, then let it go entirely. "Did she know she was wrong? Did she say she was sorry?" He waited for an affirmative answer, then went on. "Okay, then, is that the only problem? Because if it is, Janie, every single year of my life as a kid, you'd make me try to guess what you got me for Christmas and my birthday. Isn't that the same thing? I didn't mind it. Guessing games like that made me think. It was fun. Maybe she thought you'd have fun guessing, too. I mean, she's not… she's not exactly normal, is she? But she's got a good heart."

"Hey, watch your mouth. I don't want to even hear you imply that Maura is strange," Jane shot back, almost instinctively. "This was different Frankie. It wasn't like when I want you to guess about a present or something. This was… you know, it's complicated. Look, I'm trying to let it go. She said she didn't want to give all of herself to me, and I can respect boundaries. I just wish she respected me enough to tell me when she decided we needed them." The elder Rizzoli frowned deeply. "Can you leave so I can undress? I need peel these pants off, and, frankly, it's a little weird with you in my bedroom."

Frankie's eyes went the tiniest bit wide, but though he couldn't change that to save his life, he could turn around and head out of his sister's bedroom as fast as possible. He nearly bumped into Maura, now dressed in Jane's T-shirt, the same jeans from before, and with hair slightly damp in places where she hadn't been able to keep it out of the shower's spray. "Come on out here with me," he cautioned her. "Janie's getting undressed." Maura followed the broad-shouldered Rizzoli male out to the living room without a backward glance. Now she can't even undress with me in the room? I really did hurt her badly.