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Chapter Eleven

Jane Rizzoli could count on one hand the number of times she had just done as she was told. Many people had tried and failed to give her an order to follow and yet, Maura Isles seemed to have the elusive key. Her mother of course was the other, and her Nonna. Not so much her father; unless he was angry or she was in trouble, she learned at a pretty young age how to get around him. But Maura, that was a surprise to her. She didn't even consider it, or think about it. Maura spoke, demanded, asked, and Jane just did it.

It was late. The night had gotten a lot busier and colder as it had gone on, what with all of the evidence to be collected and eight bodies to transport to the morgue. They were still working out how many kilos of coke had been seized. Eventually she could shy away from it no more and at a quarter to eleven, she strolled quietly into the morgue to find the doctor.

Most of the lights were off, the evidence having been stored for fresh eyes in the morning. Jane could see the soft glow of a lamp emanating from the corner office, the door slightly ajar. She took a calming breath and approached it quietly. The doctor was at her desk, sitting back in her chair with her eyes closed. Classical music played softly in the background. She looked beautiful surrounded by an almost ethereal light.

"Are you coming in, or just lurking by the door?" Dr Isles spoke clearly without moving an inch, and Jane was trying to maintain an air of confidence as her innards did somersaults and her mind went right back to that night when this woman was naked and writhing beneath her.

Jane grinned to herself and pushed the door open. "I guess that I'm coming in then."

Maura opened her eyes and let them settle on the Detective. She remained silent as she sighed and then stood, moving around the desk. "Take off your shirt," she demanded, not looking at Jane but at a bag in the corner of the room that she then reached for and brought back to the table. Jane was attempting to unbutton her shirt with one hand. Maura watched the struggle for as long as she could take it before she interrupted. Her fingers moved to take over from Jane's. Their eyes met and Jane's lips curled into a grateful smile. One by one the buttons came loose, exposing her chest and then those abs. Maura kept her gaze high, deliberately avoiding them. With the last button undone, she gently placed her hands beneath it and pushed it slowly off of her shoulders, aiding her arm to pull out of the sleeve. "This would have been much easier if you had just gone to the hospital. Sit on the desk."

"Yeah, but then I wouldn't get to see you," Jane answered, doing as she was told, her eyes still fixed on Maura as the doctor inspected the wound.

"Well, that is just a ludicrous reason." She picked up a bottle of iodine and poured some onto a swab. "This will sting a little," she warned just seconds before wiping it across the graze. Jane breathed deeply and her bicep tightened, but other than that, you would not have known it had caused her any pain.

"Thank you for doing this," Jane said once the initial stinging had passed. The doctor was concentrating, the tip of her tongue poked out, and Jane couldn't help but think how adorable it was.

"Well, I could hardly leave you to bleed." She had finished cleaning the wound. "It needs stitching."

"So, stitch it." Jane grinned, dimples popping. The doctor felt her stomach do that flip-floppy tumble it always did when she found somebody attractive, her body reacting to Jane in a way she really wished it wouldn't. Touching her was almost torturous.

"I'm not that kind of doctor, Detective." In any other circumstance, Jane would have been upset that she chose not to use her given name when addressing her, but somehow the way in which she said "detective" was sexy. She wanted to be her detective, to find all the clues she left for a lover to find their way deep inside of her. God, did she want to be deep inside of her.

"Alive or dead, Maura, it's all flesh. Just stitch it up, I'll be fine."

"But, I have no anaesthetic, you need to go to—"

Jane grasped her hand, pulling her a little closer, their breath almost mingling. She could smell the expensive perfume Maura wore.

"I trust you, Maura." Her eyes drifted to the doctor's lips and back up again. They were so close. She wanted to just lean forward and kiss her. She could do that; the way that Maura was looking at her, she thought it would be reciprocated. But she wanted to do things differently, show her that she was serious. "Can I take you out to dinner?"

"I am sure you can," Maura said, and Janes heart actually skipped a beat. "But I don't think it would be wise."

"What? Why not?"

"Because." She found the needle that she needed and some sutures, lining them all up neatly in preparation.

"Because?"

Maura stopped what she was doing and looked at Jane, studying her before she spoke. "Jane, it just wouldn't work. We work together, and I am sure that fraternisation is frowned upon."

"We work alongside one another, not together." Jane continued to argue her point. She wasn't prepared to lose this argument. "Come on, it'll be fun." She moved around until she could look Maura in the face, grinning at her. "Please, just gimme this one chance."

Maura couldn't stop the chuckle from slipping out. "Lunch," she said, taking hold of Jane's arm, preparing to put in the first stitch. Jane hissed at the pain.

"Lunch? Okay, I can do that…tomorrow?" she said, readying herself for the next stinging pain as the needle passed through her skin.

"Okay."

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