A/N: Well this chapter got away from me. I wanted to write a nice light chapter for all y'all. And I succeeded with that...until the end. lol hope you like it!
The weeks passed and the three women found a good routine, but what surprised all of them was the growing friendship between Maura and Vanessa. Granted, it was nowhere near what she and Jane shared, but still. It was strange. The only two people Maura had felt comfortable around looked exactly the same and were completely different.
Today, Jane had found herself sitting in her car in the Dirty Robber parking lot. She drove home way faster than was legal, creeping in through Maura's garage and climbing gingerly into bed. She pressed herself lightly against Maura, who hummed in appreciation as scarred hands rubbed gentle circles on her torso.
"Did somebody come home early for me?" she asked smugly.
"Damn," Jane breathed, readjusting as Maura rolled to face her. "You caught me."
"Red-handed," Maura agreed sleepily, craning her neck to capture Jane's lips in a languid kiss.
Jane smiled against her lips, her eyes staying closed as Maura pulled away and let her head fall against the brunette's chest.
"How'd you sleep?" Jane asked, running her fingers absentmindedly through Maura's hair over and over.
"Alright. A little cold."
"I'm sorry, sweetie," Jane said quietly, her arm wrapping a little tighter around the honey-blonde's body.
"It's okay." She paused, her eyes closing as she focused on Jane's hand, still stroking through her hair. "I've been researching."
"Oh?"
"And there's nothing, Jane. There is not one recorded case of any personality disorders that are accompanied by physical changes."
"I told you I wasn't crazy."
Maura chuckled.
"I believed you."
"But…?"
"But the scientist in me needed to know. And Jane, I couldn't find anything! But there has to be. Yet I cannot think of a single logical explanation."
"Do you want an explanation?"
"Explanations lead to resolutions."
Jane let out a sigh.
"You know what? Too much talking," she teased, leaning in for a kiss.
Maura blocked her though, giving a low chuckle as she rolled out of bed.
"Oh, no. I haven't been out of the house for two months, Jane. Two months of going between here, BPD, and crime scenes. I wanna do something! With you. We haven't even been on a real date."
Jane scowled.
"Does that mean we're not dating?"
"No! I just…I want a change of scenery. To leave this strange happenstance behind for a little."
"Fine. Go shower. I'll take you out. All day, okay? Just us."
"Not all day! Just…for a little. I don't think I could make it a whole twelve hours and not see you naked."
"Would you go?! Clock keeps ticking, babe."
Maura smirked, skipping back over.
"Maybe one kiss for the road," she murmured, clambering back to straddle Jane as their lips locked in a passionate kiss.
Just when Jane started getting worked up though, her hands starting to travel up Maura's shirt, the honey-blonde ripped herself away, shedding clothes as she exited.
"Tease!" Jane hollered after her.
She made Maura breakfast, knowing full well how long Maura took in the morning to get ready, and by the time the honey-blonde came out looking runway ready, cinnamon toast along with eggs and bacon was waiting for her. Jane sat cross-legged on her counter as Maura ate, describing the strange dream she had continued having.
"Is it a memory?" Maura asked.
"I don't know. Maybe."
"Are you the brunette?"
"No. I'm watching."
"Do you know either of them?"
"I don't think so. They don't look familiar."
Maura shrugged, pushing her clean plate away.
"Well I'm no psychologist. I can barely understand the superficial things that people think. Much less the deep psychosis of your dreams, Jane."
"Did you just call me crazy?"
Maura smirked.
"I would never."
Jane scooted off the counter, walking around to stand next to Maura.
"I think you did."
"Never," Maura teased. "So what do you have planned for our first date? It's got quite the high standard to live up to."
"C'mon, Maur! That's not fair. I'm a woman, remember? Only ever been taken out. I've never had to do the taking before!"
The honey-blonde stood, pressing their lower halves together, leaving their lips inches apart as she peered up at chocolate eyes.
"Could've fooled me, Detective. You're quite good at taking me," she murmured, her hand trailing teasingly down Jane's stomach, making her squirm.
"Stop. You're just making this harder on purpose."
"Am I?"
"Yes. You are. You're making damn sure I want nothing more than to rip your clothes off."
"Am I?" she repeated smugly, slipping her hand under Jane's shirt.
"Yes. Because if I put what you want before what I want, then it proves I really do love you."
To prove her point, she kissed Maura forcefully, allowing the honey-blonde to palm her through her bra, before extracting herself, slipping into her jacket and holding the front door open.
"So. Are you coming or not?"
Maura grinned, rushing out the door.
"Are you gonna tell me?" Maura asked as Jane climbed into the driver's seat next to her.
"No," Jane chuckled, as she pulled out of the driveway.
"Is it shopping?"
Jane gave her a look.
"Right. Of course not. Movie?"
"We're not seventeen, Maur. Nor are we an old married couple."
"Well I'm sorry. I didn't peg you for the creative type is all!"
"So you're saying you would've been happy just going to the movies?"
"Yes! Out of the house is out of the house."
"Damn it," Jane breathed, feigning disappointment before a grin slipped on her face.
She pulled the car into a parking lot and got out, waiting for Maura before starting down the street to a—
"I thought you said we weren't seventeen."
"We're not!"
"And bowling isn't what teenagers do?"
Jane chuckled, taking Maura's hand as they continued walking.
"Chill, will you? This is the only place with pool tables that I feel safe taking you to."
Maura gave a small smile.
"You afraid some drunk is going to try and pick me up?"
"Yes, very. And I don't want to be committing any murders. I don't think I've mastered the art of putting handcuffs on myself just yet."
Maura squeezed her hand as they entered, and Jane was quick to set up the game, giving Maura a pool cue and walking to the opposite side of the table. The honey-blonde took a moment, staring at the table before she slowly leaned over it. Tauntingly slow. She then abruptly stood up, her eyes narrowing at Jane.
"Did you bring me here for an excuse to stare at my ass or my cleavage?"
Jane chuckled, leaning back against the wall.
"Both."
"You're such a stereotypical male," Maura quipped, leaning back over.
Jane's head tilted as she stared at the sight that was Maura's nearly exposed chest. She drowned in the visual, getting lost in all the things she wished she could be doing. Ripping that dress off. Taking her hard. No. Maura deserved better.
"Jane?"
"Hmm?"
"If you take this long to shoot, I think we'll be here all night."
"Right," Jane mumbled, clearing her throat as she approached the table.
A few shots later, Jane found herself staring at Maura's ass. Not just her ass, of course. But how those wonderful heels made her legs look magnificent, like they went on forever. Until her eyes met the hem of that teasingly tight dress, the fabric straining as she bent over. Jane's mouth went dry at a new realization.
"You're not wearing underwear."
"Of course not," Maura said simply, not bothering to stand up as she spoke, intent on making her shot.
Jane felt something snap in her.
"Well I was going to wait," she murmured, her eyes fading darker as she approached.
Maura felt Jane's body press to hers, strong arms sliding down hers until her hands were covered with Jane's. Hot breath at her ear, Maura swore her knees might give out as her breath caught in her throat.
"I had a third excuse," Jane whispered. "To cop a feel. I was trying to be good, you know."
Air rushed from Maura's lungs as Jane's hips ground ever so lightly into her.
"But since you won't play fairly, I guess I won't either."
Scarred hands guided Maura's shot, flicking the cue swiftly and sinking the four. Neither moved to stand up though, stuck leaning over the table.
"Do you know what bad things I wanna do to you?" Jane husked, one hand moving from the cue to feel Maura's stomach, trailing lower with the passing seconds. "What that body of yours makes me feel?"
Maura could only hum, her body on fire as Jane's hands slipped off her dress and onto her thigh.
"Jane," she breathed, her head tilting as Jane sucked lightly behind her ear.
"What?" Jane growled, her hips rocking gently.
"L-let's just go home…I've had a w-wonderful time—"
Jane's dark chuckle stopped her short, and then Jane was gone.
"Oh, no. You made me come out here. I'm making you stay."
Maura spun around, shell-shocked.
"I believe it's still your shot," Jane said smugly, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she smirked.
Four hours and three games later, the women were both totally worked up and totally relaxed at the same time. They were climbing on the table, trying the most ridiculous shots possible, laughing hysterically as they failed. Maura was now sitting on the table, the cue behind her back as she stretched to take the shot. She ended up scratching and losing her balance, falling to lay fully across the table. Jane wanted to help, but could not seem to catch her breath, bent over from laughing so hard.
"Can you help me?" Maura laughed, her hands uselessly extending toward Jane as she tried to sit up.
Jane took a few deep breaths, straightening up and walking over. She pulled Maura to a sitting position, then scooped her up into her arms, earning a delighted squeal from Maura. She gave the honey-blonde a chaste kiss that escalated to passionate fire as their tongues fought, Maura's arms tightening their grip around Jane's neck.
"I think we should get going," Jane murmured.
"I agree."
Jane smiled, giving her another quick peck. Instead of setting her down, though, she just headed for the door, kicking the front door open as she carried Maura bridal-style to their car.
"Next stop, J.E.B High."
"What? Not home?!" Maura exclaimed.
"Nope. I'm not letting all my planning go to waste."
"So what's next?"
"Well what do you do in the evening at a high school?"
"Night classes."
"And what kind of night class would I take you to?"
Maura's brow furrowed as she thought, and then a wide grin spread across her face.
"Are you taking me to a cooking class?"
"Apparently Saturdays are couples' night."
Maura's eyes shone as she smiled wider, brighter.
"You're a wonderful girlfriend, Jane."
"Oh, believe me I know," Jane laughed.
They made their way in silence, their hands laced together and resting in Maura's lap. She couldn't seem to keep her thumb still, stroking gentle, loving circles on Jane's hand as she sat.
They walked that way, hand in hand, to the class, to find the room full of bickering couples. That didn't stop as the class started, and the two women stood out. While the other couples were arguing about who would do what, yell at each other for doing it wrong, Jane and Maura were laughing up a storm as Jane tried to correctly chop vegetables. It was Maura's turn to stand behind her, hold her close as she showed her the correct way. When there was nothing more to cut, Maura placed a soft, lingering kiss on the back of Jane's neck before pulling away. And as agitation grew around them, they barely seemed to notice. Jane stood, elbows on the counter, head propped up in her hands, as she watched Maura work.
"You look sexy," she said quietly.
Maura chuckled.
"I'm stirring, Jane."
"I know. It's sexy. Next time you make me something, could you do it in just an apron?"
Maura gave Jane a look, and the detective just grinned at her.
The class ended when they finished eating, and when the exited into the street, Maura headed for the car. But Jane caught her hand and tugged her a different way.
"C'mon."
Maura allowed herself to be pulled a different way and they strolled along, chatting lightly, their entwined hands swinging between them.
"Jane?" Maura asked timidly.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you. For the wonderful day."
"Anything for you. I had a good time."
She slowed them to a stop as they neared the docks. Maura's mouth dropped open at the sight she saw. The sun was just starting to set, the sky painted in orange hues. She put her hands on the wooden railing, resting her weight against it as she stared in wonder. Jane stood beside her, her arm wrapped tightly around the honey-blonde's waist.
"How is the world such a wonderful and horrible place at the same time?" Maura asked quietly.
"I don't know, babe. But I…I can tell you this. I will do everything in my power to give you all the wonderful and keep all the horrible at bay. I'd go to the ends of the Earth for you, if you asked me to."
Maura snuggled closer to her.
"I want to do the same for you. We can figure this out together, dear. I know it."
Jane kissed her temple, resting her forehead in Maura's hair.
"Now can I please take you home and fuck you senseless?" Jane whispered.
Maura couldn't help but roll her eyes as she nodded, taking the detective's hand once again as they rushed back to their car.
Vanessa awoke groggily, not even bothering to open her eyes.
"Why do I feel like someone ran me over with a steamroller?"
"Jane was standing. And then she passed out. She probably hit her head on the floor. But I moved you to the couch."
The brunette sighed, opening her eyes.
"Jesus!" she yelped, jumping in shock at the sight of Maura in her underwear, only to fall off the couch.
"Are you okay?" Maura gasped, rushing over.
Vanessa grumbled something inaudible as she pulled herself up, keeping her head turned away from Maura.
"Could you please put some clothes on?" Vanessa whined, stealing another glance before cringing away again.
God she was so damn aroused. That woman was too hot for her own good.
Maura smirked, her eyebrows twitching up suggestively.
"Why? It bother you?" she asked, her voice low.
"Stop fishing for compliments, M. You know I think you're smokin'. Leave it at that."
"Fine," Maura said airily, "Go. Have a good night."
The honey-blonde skipped over to the kitchen, grabbing her Saturday ice cream from the freezer.
"Oh! And remember. Sunday is family breakfast. Be back a little early, okay? And try not to get too inebriated. Jane tends to have headaches from hangovers she didn't even get herself. And then she's just irritable."
"Yes, ma'am," Vanessa said, giving a fake salute as she slung on her jacket.
Maura continued to scoop her ice cream, enjoying the quiet, until of course, her phone ran in the other room. She made a face, setting down her dessert. Running into the bedroom to search for it, she dug through the piles of their discarded clothing until she found her jeans.
"Isles."
"We got a body," Cavanaugh said from the other line.
"Okay, where?...Fine. I'll be there in five minutes."
She hung up, and it struck her.
Oh no. Jane…Vanessa.
Maura grabbed the nearest bottle of tequila and rushed out into the driveway to see Vanessa already seated in the passenger side of her car. She got in, throwing the alcohol at the brunette as she buckled in and started the car.
"Why thank you, Dr. Isles," Vanessa teased, turning the bottle over in her hand, "but I don't think it's very professional to show up to work plastered."
"Ha, ha, very funny," Maura murmured, pulling out onto the street. "Just get Jane back here."
Vanessa gave a nervous laugh.
"Yeah…about that…"
"What? Is there a problem?"
"Well….I can't."
"Just bring her back!" Maura ordered in frustration.
"I can't!" Vanessa repeated, agitation in her tone.
"What'd you mean you can't? I've seen you do it before!"
"Yeah, well that was before!"
"Before what?!"
"I…I dunno. The last couple weeks…there haven't been any unscheduled changes. Like…none. No matter how much I drink, no matter how much she works, it just doesn't do anything. It's like…Jane found out how to control it. Something happened that made her fight."
Maura blushed, gripping the wheel tighter as she remembered their first night together.
"Oh," she said, without meaning to.
"It was you," Vanessa breathed, facepalming.
"Maybe."
"You really couldn't go a month without sex!"
"No! I could! I have! I just…couldn't go a month without sex with Jane."
"You're insatiable!" Vanessa laughed in amusement, letting her head fall back.
Maura opened her mouth to proteste, but stopped, snapping her mouth shut and shrugging.
"Probably, yeah."
"You're becoming a problem, M."
"How was I supposed to know something would change?!"
Vanessa gave her a grin.
"You weren't. I'm just messing with you."
Maura looked relieved, but quickly looked worried again.
"What're we supposed to do?!" she hissed, "You can't go to a crime scene! You're a civilian."
Vanessa grinned.
"Well this shiny badge on my belt says otherwise!" she said gleefully. "So how does Jane flash it? I bet she's does it all badass. That make you hot?"
Maura scowled, reaching over to blindly whack at Vanessa, who just laughed, blocking the blows by sinking further down into the passenger seat.
"Would you just drive? I'll think of something."
"Of what? We're almost there and you have no knowledge of detective work…Don't throw up. Please. That'd be a giveaway."
"Relax, would you?" Vanessa chuckled. "I've seen my fair share of dead bodies before."
"I don't wanna know," Maura assured as they pulled to a stop. "Just…act natural."
"Yeah, sure, easy for you to say. You're who they think you are!"
They got out of the car and approached. Maura handed Vanessa gloves before pulling her own on, and Vanessa mirrored her apprehensively. An officer held up the tape and they ducked under, heading toward Frost and Korsak.
"Hey! Our leading ladies," Frost called. "We've been missing your expertise, Jane."
"I, uhh, well he's dead. Shot," Vanessa muttered, her eyes sweeping over the body lying face down on the concrete.
Maura grimaced, but everyone else laughed.
"And, umm," she looked desperately to Maura, who held up four fingers, then added another.
"…four…five?"
Frost squinted at the body, crouching down.
"Your right. Looks like a pretty big hole. You agree, Doc?"
Maura felt relief wash over her.
"Well I'll have to run ballistics, but Jane is usually correct."
Frost and Korsak turned their attention back to the body, and Vanessa once again started a silent argument with Maura.
What the hell do I do now? She mouthed to Maura, waving her arms in exasperation.
Crouch down! Maura mouthed back.
No!
Just do it!
Vanessa glared, but gingerly bent her knees to crouch next to Frost.
Now what?! She mouthed angrily.
I.D. Ask about I.D.
"We…got I.D.?" Vanessa asked weakly aloud.
"Nope. No wallet, no cash, no keys. Poor thing looks like she was in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"But it doesn't look like a mugging…" she mumbled, accidently out loud, her eyes narrowing as she looked closer at the body.
When she realized she'd spoken aloud, she looked up to see everybody staring at her.
"Why not?" Frost asked.
"Well…why do muggers kill?"
"They get spooked."
"Right. What spooks someone?"
"Confrontation."
"And what was this guy doing when he was shot?"
Everybody paused, to take in her point.
"Running away," Frost breathed. "So was it personal?"
Vanessa laughed, standing.
"Hell if I know! I just know it wasn't a mugging."
"But whoever killed him set it up to look like a mugging."
"Uhh, sure. Are we done here?"
Korsak's brow furrowed.
"Yeah…for now."
"Great. Bye."
"We'll call you when forensics gets back to us, okay?"
Vanessa gave a dismissive wave, as she turned and headed back for the car. Maura gave an apologetic smile to Frost.
"You can have the body sent back to the morgue. I've got all the info I need," she said hurriedly before turning and heading back with Vanessa. Once in the car, Vanessa extended her hand, and Maura smiled, giving her a high-five.
"Think that'll hold them off until morning?"
"Mhm. Now hurry up and have your fun so morning can come."
"M, I'm hurt!" Vanessa gasped, feigning offence. "Saying something like that might give me the wrong impression! Like that you don't want me around."
"You're quite insightful," Maura said nonchalantly.
Vanessa rolled her eyes.
"Just drive me to Jane's car, will you?"
"We have got to stop doing this," Maura gasped, her fingers threading through Jane's hair as the detective kissed down the valley between her breasts.
"Stop doing what?"
"Sex…at work…it's very unprofessional…"she managed to gasp out in broken phrases.
"Well I don't really wanna stop," Jane murmured, her lips resting above Maura's underwear.
She sat up.
"But if you insist."
"Jane!" Maura protested, yanking her back down on her, kissing her hungrily.
Jane could only chuckle, her hand slipping past the elastic of Maura's underwear, only to be interrupted by a rapid knocking on the office door.
"Dr. Isles? Dr. Isles are you in there? Is Jane in there?"
More knocking.
"He'll go away," Jane whispered, capturing Maura's lips again, only to jerk away with an angry growl as the knocking persisted.
"You never lock your door, Dr. Isles. I'm breaking in if you don't open up soon."
"Shit," Jane breathed. "Lab coat, Maur."
Maura grabbed her lab coat, throwing it on over her underwear, Jane grabbing her other discarded garments along with Maura's and running to the corner of the room. Maura finished buttoning the coat, running over, unlocking the door and swinging it open, the door blocking Jane into the corner and out of sight. A very disgruntled Frost entered.
"You threw me there, Doc."
Maura smiled warily at him. She felt very exposed without clothes on under her lab coat, even though she looked no different.
"Sorry, Detective Frost. I was taking a nap…I know it's wrong—"
"Nah, it's cool. We've all been working pretty hard."
"You have no idea."
"What?"
"Nothing," she said innocently.
"We got a break. I was kinda hoping Jane was here. We were about to go pick up a suspect in the fake mugging case."
"You just missed her. I'm sure she's around."
Jane was carefully trying to yank on her slacks in the cramped space, but ended up whacking her knee on the doorknob.
"Fuck!" she hissed.
Frost turned around, his brow furrowed.
"Did you just…?"
Maura stood frozen for a second, then grimaced.
"Yes. I hit my foot off the door," she said, pained.
To demonstrate, she kicked the door roughly, squishing Jane further into the wall. He looked at her warily.
"Uhh, I'm gonna go, Doc. I think some rest would…treat you well."
He edged slowly out of the room and to the elevators.
"What in the hell was that?!" Maura hissed as Jane pushed the door closed.
"I hit my knee! You hit me with the whole door. I think you're the one who did something wrong!"
Maura smirked.
"Fine. Now go. Get the bad guy."
Jane smiled, giving her a chaste kiss before backing out of Maura's office.
Maura stayed a few more hours to finish up the autopsy report as well as a few other files before deciding it was time to head home. She got to her car when she realized she'd forgotten Korsak's birthday. Darn. She figured he was probably still at the Robber, so she headed down, entering to find loud music blaring. She'd also forgotten Mondays were dance night. Either way, she found Korsak sitting with the other guys at a booth, wishing him a good birthday and politely turning down a drink with them. When she turned to go, though, she saw Jane, the brunette's hands all over another woman on the dance floor. A pang of jealously shot through her, followed by a burning anger, until she thought of something.
"Vanessa?" Maura asked in shock, approaching quickly.
The brunette's eyes shot up, her hands jerking from the woman, pushing her away.
"I'm sorry M! She just, she came out of nowhere—"
"You!" came the accusatory gasp.
Vanessa braced for the verbal beat-down she expected, but instead was hit by an onset of light blows to her arm as Maura whacked her over and over.
"Jesus, Vanessa! I thought you were Jane!" she breathed in relief.
She gave another half-ass whack to the woman.
"A heads up would've been nice!" she laughed, lifting her wrist to check her watch: 8:07 pm.
"Geez, woman!" Vanessa exclaimed. "You're so abusive! Wait….So you're…not mad?"
"I'll admit that was my first instinct, but that wouldn't be fair."
"But we were…? Are you sure that's okay?"
Maura's brow furrowed in that adorable way, her lips tightly pressed together as she thought.
"Don't get me wrong. I do not like the idea of sharing Jane's body, but…what can I expect? You're…you're a person. And, I mean, it's not like its Jane…necessarily…."
"Fuck, you're cool," Vanessa laughed.
She reached over and grabbed the ass of the closest girl, gauging Maura's response. Maura just smirked, her eyebrows rising smugly.
"Really? Not even a twinge?" Vanessa asked
"Nope. What you do to other people is not what bothers me. What other people do to you, is. So, in a perfect universe, I'd tell you 'don't,' but this is clearly not a perfect universe."
"Look, I don't wanna…I dunno, disrespect you. I don't want to put you through that if this is temporary. If this is a permanent sorta thing, though, I can't promise anything…"
"You'd…wait?"
Vanessa gave a small smile.
"You've given me all the courtesy in the world. Why couldn't I spare a little for you?"
Maura broke out in a wide grin.
"Well…thanks!" she said brightly.
She turned to go, but Vanessa snagged her back, her arm draping around her shoulder, almost like Jane would.
"Hang on. I could use your expertise here…" she said, her tone hushed.
"Expertise of what?" Maura asked quietly back.
"Of who I can bang if this really is permanent."
Maura let out a huff, rolling her eyes and making a show of removing Vanessa's arm from around her.
"I thought you actually needed something important."
"Oh c'mon!" Vanessa protested, pouting slightly. "Let me at least have a little fun."
Maura made a face, checking her watch.
"Two minutes. Go."
Vanessa's eyes narrowed as she scanned the room, looking for someone who at least got Jane's heart rate going. Her eyes settled on a shorter blonde at the bar. She casually pointed to her, and Maura looked at the subject pensively.
"Not so good. She's a receptionist at the BPD. If she ever saw me and Jane together, she'd get pretty pissed."
Vanessa scowled, but continued her search. In the end, she had about three or four plausible candidates, but as Maura grabbed her purse to leave, Vanessa spotted a final man, serious looking, sitting at a booth by himself.
"Him?" she asked "What about him—"
"No!" Maura barked shrilly, cutting Vanessa off before she could finish.
Embarrassed by the outburst, Maura cleared her throat, trying to brush it off.
"See you at seven?" she asked as she stood, smoothing her skirt.
"Seven sharp."
"Rum and coke or vodka cranberries?"
"Ehh…It's a fruity kinda day," Vanessa said with a wink and a smirk.
Maura gave her a half smile as she left, scurrying past the mysterious man in question, her head down. Vanessa chuckled to herself. Oh, damn. This was too good to pass up. She strode over confidently, sitting down directly across from him, a smug smirk on her face.
"Hey," she said, loving how Jane's voice sounded. Deep. Enticing.
The man looked up, shock written in his features.
"Hey! Jane…I didn't think I'd see you out on a weekday."
"Felt like a change," she laughed. "In fact, I feel like a new me. So much so that I'm afraid you don't know me."
She stood up halfway like she was leaving, then slid back, extending her hand as if she was newly arriving.
"Hey. Detective Jane Rizzoli. Boston Homicide."
He gave a low chuckle, taking her hand firmly in his and playing along.
"Agent Gabriel Dean. FBI."
A/N: he...hehe. I'm sorry. Well...I'm really not, but still. Let me know what you think! Even if you're angry with me ;)
