Jane had always disliked the idea of a first date. The idea of going to a fancy restaurant just to sit in an awkward silence with someone you barely know was not pleasant. In fact, thinking back over the years, the brunette realized she couldn't remember going on a good first date. Ever. But when Maura Isles smiled her adorable, gorgeous, sexy smile across the candlelit table, Jane couldn't help but love the idea of this being their "first" date. Reaching across the table Jane grabbed Maura's hand and held it tightly within hers.

"What can I get you ladies to drink?" The waitress asked politely.

"What do you say, Maura? Wine?" Jane asked already knowing the answer.

"Mmmmm.. Yes please."

"We'll have the 1994 Château d'Yquem," Jane ordered, smiling up at Maura as she did so.

Once the waitress left, Jane raked her eyes of Maura, taking in her every bit of beauty. She started at the top, noticing each strand of perfectly styled honey blonde hair, and worked her way down across two sparkling hazel eyes, a smiling mouth complete with red lipstick, a bare collarbone meeting the top of a form-fitting and very, very flattering emerald dress- the same color as the earrings the woman was wearing.

Maura noticed Jane's eyes roaming her body, and she felt the heat through the brunette's stare. "A penny for your thoughts, dear?" She asked.

"I was just thinking how lucky I was to have such a wonderful, loving, gorgeous woman sharing her company with me tonight."

"I would have to say I am just as lucky," The honey blonde replied, smiling bigger than she ever imagined possible.

After the waitress had returned with their drinks and taken their orders, Jane and Maura sat in a comfortable silence until their food was delivered to the table. The two women were perfectly content with just being in each other's company.

"Jane?" Maura asked, setting down her fork.

"Yeah, Maur?"

"This dinner is lovely and I'm enjoying myself immensely…" Maura paused, trying to figure out how to ask Jane if she could move closer to her without sounding clingy.

Jane heard the hesitation in Maura's voice and spoke up, "I get it, Maur." Frowning slightly and looking down at her lap, trying to keep the Maura from seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, Jane continued, "And it's okay."

"Really?" Maura asked, confused as to why Jane sounded so disappointed.

"Yeah. I guess I get it. I can ask the waiter for the check if you wanna leave."

"Leave?" The honey blonde asked, hazel eyes flashing with confusion.

"I get it, Maura. You're uncomfortable. I'm sorry I sprung so much on you so fast, and I just-"

Before the brunette could finish, Maura stopped her, "Jane, no. No, no, no. That's not what I was going to say at all."

"No?" Jane questioned, confused.

"No. I was going to ask if I could sit closer to you, but I didn't want to make you think I was clingy or needy or anything." Maura paused again before continuing, "It's just been too long since I've been this close to you. There's always been something separating us for the past two years, whether it be my mother, Jeremy, or just distance, but now the only thing separating us is a stupid, beautiful, candlelit table, and it's still too much."

"Come here, then." Jane slid her chair away from the table.

"What?"

"If you think a table is too much of a distance between us, come here," Jane repeated, holding her arms out for Maura.

"Jane," Maura started, "I am not going to sit on your lap in the middle of a restaurant."

"We're not in the middle of the restaurant, Maur."

"Yes, but we are at a restaurant. A public restaurant," Maura said.

"Fine," The brunette started, "if you aren't going to come over here willingly, I will just have to make you."

"Wha-" Before the honey blonde could even finish her question, Jane put one arm under Maura's knees, slipped the other arm behind her back and hoisted her up in the air bridal style.

"Jane!" Maura managed to shriek through her giggles. "Put me down!"

"Why? You don't like flying?" The brunette asked, spinning her in circles.

"Jane! If you don't put me down-" Maura paused, laughing again. "If you don't put me down right now, I'll-"

"You'll what?" She asked teasingly, stopping her spinning and staring into Maura's eyes.

"I'll kiss you."

"I won't stop you."

The waitress watched the women kiss through the glass in the doors. I wish I could find someone to love like that, she thought to herself before opening the doors and walking through.

"Excuse me, ladies," She paused, using all her composure not to laugh when the women looked at her, the brunette overly ecstatic, and the honey blonde happy, but also slightly embarrassed at how the waitress caught them. "Would either of you like me to top off your beverages?"

"Actually, Ma'am," Jane started, "if it's okay with the lady, we will be moving on to the next portion of our date, soon."

"Next portion?" Maura looked at Jane utterly confused. There was more? But this had been enough- more than enough. This date had been fantastic and wonderful and more full of love than any date Maura had ever been on.

"Of course. Best date ever, remember?"

"I love you, Jane Rizzoli."

"I love you more."